ezra

"Marriage? Father, are you insane? And to top it off, with that man's daughter? What were you thinking?" Ezra said, his voice filled with anger.

Ezra glared indignantly at his father, who sat calmly on the sofa, holding a piece of paper that indicated his marriage to the daughter of the man who had tried to kill him when he was a child.

The Kainlena family was a source of deep resentment for Ezra. It was that man, Paul Kainlena, who had caused the tragic car accident that claimed the lives of Ezra's family. His mother had perished in that incident, leaving only Ezra and his father as the sole survivors.

They never understood why Paul Kainlena had done such a thing. The truth remained hidden, as Paul Kainlena was an old friend of the king, and secrets were shielded in their alliance.

Ezra had never been able to grasp that man's motives. And now, his father wanted to marry him off to that man's daughter.

Ezra seethed with anger. Even though she wasn't responsible for her father's actions, he had no intention of marrying her. The fact that his father had orchestrated this behind his back only fueled his resentment.

His father scribbled something on a piece of paper without a care in the world. Ezra's anger intensified as he observed his father's calm gaze.

"It was the king's decree, and I desire grandchildren," his father stated, his voice tranquil. "At this rate, I won't see any grandchildren because my son, despite being a hero, possesses such a fearsome reputation that he frightens away all eligible young women. Everyone calls him a monster because he battles only within his mind," his father continued, raising his voice.

Ezra sneered and retorted, "I refuse. I'm certain there are many young women who would willingly marry me."

His father regarded him with a smile. "You are correct, my son. There are two such women. You will either marry Princess Margaret or Lady Diana. If you wish, we can write a letter to Princess Margaret and cancel this arranged marriage."

Silence enveloped the room. Ezra hesitated to even utter Margaret's name, for she had been infatuated with him since childhood and harbored envy even towards other men.

"Your wife is set to arrive this evening, so she could be here within an hour... Greet her warmly, or I shall proceed with the marriage to Margaret," his father declared.

In a fit of anger, Ezra stormed out of his father's study. Did his father truly believe he could find happiness with that girl? What was he supposed to do now? He was about to consummate a marriage with a woman he had never met. It wasn't the first time, but the fact that she was the daughter of that despicable man drove Ezra to madness. He strode furiously towards his room, still struggling to digest his father's revelation. Suddenly, a maid intercepted him.

"My Lord," she spoke timidly.

Ezra bellowed in anger, "What now?"

"Your father asked me to inform you to wait outside for your wife," she said meekly.

Ezra muttered under his breath, "Tell him that he can wait."

The maid quickly scurried away from him. "I have no intention of running away. What's the point?" Ezra muttered, smirking to himself.

He redirected his steps towards the garden, and upon arriving, he found the car already present, but no one emerged from it. He hastened his pace towards the vehicle. But she still didn't emerge. Who did she think she was? Ezra thought. Just as he was about to open the door, someone warned him, "My Lord." He should have heeded his father's warning. He didn't want any trouble.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked again, but still, there was silence. He forcefully swung open the door, and what he saw before him was captivating. "Angels have descended from heaven," he mused. However, the woman was weeping. Tears flowed down her face, although her expression remained blank. And then, she collapsed, and Ezra caught her in his arms. She was exquisitely beautiful and delicate.

With swift strides, he carried her to his room. "Fetch the doctor immediately," he commanded. Placing her gently on his bed, he awaited the doctor's arrival. He examined every detail of her face while he waited. He was captivated by her beauty and found himself grinning, his hand resting upon her cheek. "You're so unfortunate to be wedded to a bastard," he remarked, bursting into laughter. He was elated because the girl's beauty had affected him. However, that didn't mean he would show her any affection. He believed she was terribly unlucky to be bound to a bastard like himself.

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