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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)

"You want us to do something now?" Adrian asks, as I tell them of my plans. I want this plan to go into full effect immediately, as there's probably no time to waste. Everyone around us seems to have coupled up into some sort of group or alliance, and it is on the very probable side that they all have an upper hand in this game now.

We have done nothing except pass letters under table, letters which I am not allowed to see. I won't push further on that though, as I believe if they are ready for me to see them, then they would have probably handed them over to me.

Adrian still holds fear in his eyes, and I'm really touched that the fear he holds is not for himself, it is for me. I shake my head a little bit to clear the stream of thoughts, admiring thoughts that I know will no doubt come after I have noticed Adrian performing such a thoughtful action. He seems to be my new weakness now as I find out my head can never be clear around him.

"You see that girl in the blue overcoat?" I ask both of them, gesturing slightly with my hand at the patio located just a few feet away. Sure enough there's a girl there.

Someone not much older than I would be, and I'm pretty sure I should stop referring to them as boys or girls. It seems so childish. These people are warriors, they are tricksters, they are manipulators, and powerful beyond imagination. These are people who know how to bend the world to their rules, and from the sultry look she's wearing, I'm sure that confidence has left her.

The confidence of being able to continue in this place has left her, and as she continues putting up a brave front in return to each and every intimidating smile or glance that she gets, I can see her breaking the more underneath.

"Who is she?" I ask, and they both look to each other like they were afraid to say something. I'm confused at this expression and Adrian misreads my look for one of heart. "It's not the fact that we don't want to tell you who she is, it's how you'll react after hearing this" he says, "try me, and let's see what happens" I reply.

The confidence smirk he gives me makes me positively melt in my seat. I fix my eyes away from him, as Arden begins to explain.

"She is one of the last living descendants of an old French royal bloodline. She still bears ties to the French royal family, and she is an ambassador of france to basically all other nations.

She isn't the sort of ambassador that you would see being publicly inaugurated or appointed at political functions, she's the sort that moves with a whole fleet of SUV cars and bodyguards, as she goes to intercept plans that would probably pose a danger to the future of her country".

The picture Arden paints is fascinating, as the words come out of my mouth "She's a spy". Cool.

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