My Fiancée Hates Me

When I returned to my seat, Erik arrived shortly afterwards.

"Did I make you wait long?" Erik asked.

"I just got here," I answered.

"Your posture is straighter than usual," Erik commented.

I could only laugh awkwardly at his comment.

Lunch ended rather quickly after Erik was called to escort foreign dignitaries soon after our meal together.

I thought it was good timing because I could literally feel a bruise in the shape of the book in my back.

When I returned home with the book again, I went to my room and sighed dismally as I took the book out of my dress.

The pain of having a book down my spine affected the natural curvature and brought me lasting aches. My mother stayed by my side and serenaded me with sweet poems while I had an anesthetic herb patch for my poor back.

I tried to resolute myself for the next chance I had which was two days later when Erik invited me again for afternoon tea. I waited for an opportunity to sneak into the Library when Garett was not looking. When the coast was presumably clear, I tried to make a run for it with the book in my hand.

I soon heard a loud smacking sound coming from outside of the Library.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to scope the area. It was Garett standing in front of a woman a head shorter than him. She wore a simple dark green dress and had light brown hair in a braided bun. Garett's face was swollen on one side with a handprint on his face.

"...You are a disgrace," she said coldly before turning to leave.

I walked over with a freshly wet handkerchief.

"Use this over your cheek," I told him.

He quietly accepted my handkerchief and placed it against his cheek.

have a terrible hobby of

you would have

was that?"

Garett said with

not

hit you?" I

it is any

for someone who dislikes me and favors efficacy. I should stop getting involved with him because I am with Erik, but most importantly, the

cannot simply rectify their

away my handkerchief when you are done with it. No need to return it," I said as I turned

came to a stop halfway on my way back to the spot of where I was meant

a prickling pain in

of bittersweet memories. I argued with Garett, yelled at him, and

saw a familiar flower bundle on

blue with soft, frilly double blossoms with fringed light pink petals

every day to her room...Even on the day she was buried, this flower

kneeled down beside the flower and plucked the beautiful flower. I noticed a sweet apple like scent coming from it and attempted to smell it from closer, until I felt a cloth cover my entire nose and mouth. I dropped the flower in surprise from being pulled back and

not speak and could barely breathe with the man's hand and cloth

should not be smelling such dangerous flowers,"

obviously a Centaurea cyanus," I said as I

fruity smell often attracts wild animals to eat it. Once ingested, it can cause vomiting, seizures, and then death. Smelling it from close quarters for an extended period of time can lead to the same effects of arsenic poisoning

dangerous plant be planted

unique hobby of gathering strange plants that catch her

thin glass vase all up to the day she died. The doctors could not explain why she was not getting better despite

ran to find Erik. I soon met him waiting for me at the location we agreed

with a bright smile. "You brought

remember this flower?" I

when she was ill. I could not send it in this life because your family expressed that you would not be accepting any gifts from me until you were much older,"

family had refused any gifts