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" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

A Snowy Marriage (A Christmas agreement)

The passion I feel in his voice makes me positively melt exactly where I'm sitting. He makes me feel like I'm a bowl of ice cream, being placed under the watch of an oven. The words "How much you mean to me" keep on ringing in my ears, like that is the only thing I him say just now. I MEAN something to someone who has barely known me for a week now.

I MEAN so much to him that he always resists the urge to speak and assert his dominance in situations that seem to be going the other way. I MEAN so much to him that he would trust me with the lives of both his parents and himself.

I MEAN so much to him that he sees me as his strength, and will rather others saw me the same way.

He doesn't meet my eyes while he's saying this, and he keeps on fiddling with his family crest, but I can see the nervousness underneath everything. I always seem to forget that he's just a nineteen year old boy, who seems to carry the responsibilities of generations on his head. He's just like like every other teenager I know, except he only has the age of one.

His mind is that of an aristocratic diplomat, thinking of ways to better his future and that of his family. His mind is one of a man who has disappointed his parents in some way, and now he's doing his very possible best to regain what he has lost. His mind is one of someone who is silently planning and always struggling to keep himself alive, so he can achieve his goals.

I can only imagine what living here, in this hell of a place, every two months of your life could have felt like. I've only been here three or four days and yet I seem to want to get out so much.

I can see he's still nervously fiddling with his family's crest, so I place my hand on his and give him a light squeeze. His eyes snap up in surprise, and I can see the relief he has at the confirmation that I have gotten exactly why he seems to do the thing he does, that I understand exactly why he ignores me when we're not together.

I am his strength he said, and so that is exactly what I will be from now on. No more sitting idly about waiting for someone to give me something to do, I will do my very possible best to help him in each and every way I can, because as he said earlier, I am in strength and not his weakness, that is exactly what I will be.

I will be his strength and not his weakness. "Are you guys done being mushy mushy, or should I still leave you for like two hours to sort yourselves out?".

The voice beside us, makes us snap out of our former reverie, and I look to see Arden standing there, smile on her face and looking dressed to kill. I guess I'm not the only one readying myself for war.

Chapter 51