Chapter 8: Chapter 7. This date is dood to fail
It turned out that the Duke de Walt had selected several candidates for the role of my future husband.
Among them were young n of my age from noble families, as well as wealthy gentlen. The oldest of them seed to be in his fifties.
I treated these looks like sothing inevitable. It's stupid to resist when the father has already made a decision. He didn't care who I married, as long as he got more benefits from it. My older brother was of the sa opinion.
After all, I was just a pawn in the hands of these two. One of them is a rich duke, and the other will inherit all his possessions. As for ... I'll be lucky if at least I don't get kicked out of the house.
Realizing my desperate situation, I couldn't act rashly. So I just pretended to accept my fate and accepted everything as it was.
At least, that's the impression my relatives got.
I've never been very smart, but this ti I realized that everything depends on my intelligence. If I didn't want to be the wife of so overgrown aristocrat, I had to do sothing.
Pan or gone, as they say.
The first eting with the potential groom was scheduled in a few days. One of the capital's luxurious restaurants was chosen as the venue.
I've never been to such an institution, but, according to rumors, even the spoons and forks there were gold. At least I ca here for the great food.
Yufil and I arrived first. My brother was supposed to be my "inspector" on this date. But I didn't care. With or without him, this date will be dood to failure.
Let him watch as much as he wants.
We took a pre-reserved table and waited. All this ti, Yufil did not stop lecturing :
— Behave yourself. Don't you dare embarrass your father!
— Of course, brother. I rember everything.
The guy narrowed his eyes in disbelief. He tried to tell
sothing else, but fortunately, the bell over the door rang at that mont and saved
from his boring speeches.
The waiter escorted the newly arrived custors to our table.
I saw a lanky young man approaching us with his mother. He was probably even better dressed than . His thin blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Such people are usually said to be unable to tear themselves away from the mirror.
Since Yufil was brainwashing
with it all the way, I managed to rember not only his na, but also his pedigree.
This guy is the only heir to the Marquis of Bronte, part-ti admiral of the Imperial Navy, who died many years ago. Since then, the estate has been managed by his mother, a woman of strict conservative views.
Although the status of the Bronte family was lower than ours, they were respected by the emperor. He even awarded the Marquis the posthumous Order of the Hero of the Empire.
The Marquis' fleet was one of the most powerful in the Empire. And in the future, all this inheritance will go to Kewell.
That was his na, by the way.
Given their family's illustrious past, it was becoming obvious to
why the Duke had chosen this guy as one of the contenders. This man was ready to do anything to shine in the eyes of the emperor.
— Lord de Walt, I'm glad to see you. I'm sorry for being late... There were unforeseen delays on the way.
A grateful middle-aged lady held out her hand to my brother for a kiss. But he limited himself to a businesslike handshake.
— Greetings, Mada Bronte, — Yufil said dryly, — Don't apologize. We've just arrived too.
Yufil preferred to keep his distance from people, especially won. No wonder he ignored her. Nevertheless, the lady was a little disappointed, although she did not show it.
I pursed my lips when this woman didn't even greet . After all, you could just be alone with my brother! I don't mind at all.
Kewell, who was completely under the control of his domineering mother, also didn't say a word to . Even here, everyone ignores ... Is this even my date?
We sat down at the table, and after the waiter served the dishes, there was an indefinite pause at the table. The Marchioness of Bronte gave
an appraising look.
"So this is the lady of the de Walt family?"
When I was about to open my mouth and introduce myself, Yufil did not let
do it.
— That's right. This is my little sister. She has been in treatnt for so ti, so we were only able to introduce her to high society now.
— Have you been treated? Is she ill with sothing? — The woman imdiately asked.
"Nothing serious," Yufil hastened to assure her, "just a weak immune system. But she's fine now.
When they talked about our engagent, they didn't pay any attention to . It was like the guy was selling a cow instead of marrying off his only sister.
A terribly boring dialogue without my participation ended with the fact that I lost track of ti in this restaurant.
The Marquise Bronte and her son were typical representatives of the aristocracy. In other words, thoroughly fake and intelligent.
— ...The de Walt family is becoming more and more famous," the Marquise wisely remarked, "I think we are ready to consider an alliance. What do you say, Kewell?
For the first ti, the heir of the Bronte family looked at . Before that, he was busy stirring sugar in tea and didn't pay any attention to .
— I think I don't think she's good enough for .
Yufil and I choked at the sa ti.
"I am the son of the first admiral of the fleet," he said with unexpected arrogance, "And what can this girl offer ?"
I felt a surge of inner indignation. This brat just publicly insulted !
But my brother, instead of standing up for , just squeezed my hand under the table. There was an unthinkable phrase in his eyes: "Don't you dare do anything!" Given the importance of the eting, the guy definitely won't fail.
— Son, don't jump to conclusions...
Mada Bronte, who liked Yufil's pretty face, tried to convince her son.
— ...The de Walt family is also very successful. At the very least, we should consider their offer.
Kewell Bronte, like a seven-year-old boy, pouted resentfully.
The heir casually waved his mother away. Apparently, it was the Marquise who forced him to co here.
Mistaking her son's silence for consent, the lady was satisfied.
"Well, then it's decided," the Marquise concluded, "our next eting will be at the Duke's estate. I want to see how big your domain is.
"As you wish, madam."
Dinner continued, much to my indignation. These two made a deal and didn't even ask for my opinion! Who said I'd want to put up with this mama's boy for the rest of my life? Not to ntion my orientation...
Well, in that case, you just left
no choice.
Kha!
When everyone was engrossed in the al, I suddenly coughed, and then I vomited blood right on the table. Fake, of course. (Shortly before the eting, I purposely swallowed a blood-like dye to put on a show).
And it seems to have worked.
When I splattered half of the dishes on the table with "blood
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