Chapter Fifteen: SOON-TO-BE-WIFE

Gusion's POV

Lesley and I were now standing in front of a huge entrance gate.

We were both nervous for different reason.

Lesley bit her fingernails with fear. "You don't need to do this, Gus." she looked at me. Her eyes were pleading. I could sensed she didn't want me to humiliate in front of my family for eating my words and threat towards them.

I held her hand. "It's okay, babe. Believe me."

"But your sweating." She laugh a little.

"Am I?" I touched my forehead. She's right. "Jeez."

From her pocket, she brought out a purple scarf. She put and fix it in my neck. "Whatever happens today, babe," That was her first time calling me in our endearment. It brought smile to my lips. "Never remove this from your body." She raised the tip of the scarf to dry my forehead.

She's sweet. I held her hand to stopped her. "Thank you." My fear suddenly vanished. I hugged her tight and kissed her hair. I really love this woman.

"Tell us your names before we let you enter!" voice from the top of the gate.

What? They never recognized me?

Lesley and I parted.

Frowning, I lazily shouted back. "Gusion Paxley."

"Paxl--" the guard adjusted his eyeglass, gasped and immediately went down and opened the gate. "Forgive me, Sir Gusion. Please, forgive me, Sire."

I just nodded and went inside. I'm holding Lesley's hand firmly.

I stopped for a minute in front of a grand porch when I saw gold carriage in our lawn. Since when they bought that and for where?

We were about to take the stairs when I saw my father standing at the end. Proud, dignified and arrogant.

I felt Lesley shivers. "Your father is a Patriarch?" Obviously, she recognized the outfit.

I never got a chance to answer her since my father spoke roughly, not looking with Lesley. "I know you will come back but not this soon."

Unsmiling, we continue climbing the stairs. "I came back because--"

"Whatever reason. You just arrived at a right time." My father cutted me off that made me irritated. He signaled someone to come close to him. "I want you to meet someone, son." From his back, a woman with purple dress stood regally beside him.

I stopped in my midtrack. So is Lesley.

Who the hell is that woman? Probably, the gold carriage was hers.

"Guinevere, meet my 4th son, Gusion. Gusion, this is Guinevere. You're soon-to-be-wife."

My what!? I muttered expletives and held much tighter Lesley's hand.

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