"You were set to marry my father's heir. My oldest brother," She picks up a cup, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, he has died. As second oldest, it is my duty to fulfill my father's wishes." I'm still utterly confused. She takes a sip, "You will ma...
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Orion King
I find it pathetic how she knows nothing about her family history, and who she is. Ruth Foster. Daughter to Eric, and Rosalie Foster. Her father was a leader, one like mine. They even did business together. After the death of Roaslie, Eric fell apart. Stupid. He did what any leader in the crime world claim they'd never do. He fell hopelessly in love.
He couldn't stay away from her beauty, and her kindness, or so I assume. I know nothing of them personally, only what my father said about them. My father talked about them all, everyone he did business with. He mainly spoke to Tobias, made sure to teach him all that he knew, but what he didn't know, was that I was eager to learn too.
I remember him once saying that Eric was strong, but so weak when it came to that woman. Everyone loved her apparently, and they all called her Rose because she was so beautiful. Innocent. Not a person alive back then could say that they didn't like her, that's the kind of person she was. Liked.
Adored, admired. She had the power it took to turn a beast into a lover, which was what Eric was.
Unlike Eric, Rose was pure. She didn't know about any of this, the drugs, the killings, the life, not until she fell pregnant, and he came clean. He did what he could to shield her from the world, shield her from the danger, and yet, she inevitably died.
Devastated from his loss, he lost himself.
He began missing out on shipments, losing my father money. My father appreciated him, but my family only knows money, and so my father had him killed. It was the same for Ruth's uncle, next in line to rule the Foster empire, which was something he never wanted. He did all that he could to win Ruth back, and come up with the money he owed.
It took him years, but he succeeded. It's fair to say that he loved her like his own, that he knew he'd get the money to spare her from this life, but I took her anyways. Debt is paid through your life, not the lives of children, or arranged marriages. Her uncle paid with his life, but she doesn't know that.
I'm not sure what she believes, but I know she mourns the version of him that she found comfort in. She mourns the loss of someone she loved, someone who loved her. She mourns a victim.
Because in her mind, the world wronged him.
I'm her mind, the world wronged her.
I couldn't stand my father. Even as a child, I hated him. We all did, but he knew what needed to be done to survive. He knew that we were born for greatness, bred for it. Bred for greatness, power.
"How'd it go?" Atticus asks.
I shake my head, "You know how it went."
"I wasn't in the room, Orion. If I knew, I wouldn't be here asking you," He responds, "How'd it go?"
