My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 8: My Fiancée Is Strange [Young Erik]

[Young Erik's perspective]

Daughter of a Duke...

Manners and etiquette befitting of a Noble...

Kind...

Bright...

Brilliant...

Beautiful...

I have grown up listening to such things about a person I have never met before.

Far from loving her, I have only grown to scorn her for easily receiving my father's affection that I had never received before.

The witch...I wish she was never born.

That person is my fiancée.

When she walked in, I knew right away that it was her.

Today is the day I have been dreading.

For the first time, we shall meet in the Royal Garden where usually only royalty are allowed to enter.

Wearing pure white clothes with navy blue ribbons, having strawberry blonde hair, and a white beret was a doll like girl one year younger than me.

Even though I am royalty, I know that I should be careful with my words, but this unsettling feeling just won't go away.

When she gets into a good distance from me, I am going to tell her...

I hate you... You will never be the object of my my affection. I will marry you to satisfy our families, but I will never love you.

Perfect for a wench like her.

"I hate–"

"I hate you," she started.

Huh...this is strange. For someone to always be fawned over to receive such a strong greeting?

"Hah?"

"You will never be the object of my affection. I would rather be a commoner than marry you to satisfy our families. Along with me, there will never be a woman who will ever truly love you."

I grabbed her strawberry blonde hair.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" I screamed at her as I began pulling at her hair.

How dare she speak to me like that! Only I have the right to speak like that to her.

With those words and those expressions, it is as if she is mocking me!

"Hehe..."

This girl dare laughs at me as well?

She smiled as she pushed on my chest. I released her and she fell into the fountain of her own will.

I looked down upon her sorry state.

"That's what you get for crossing me..."

Instead of weeping, she only grinned widely.

"Erik!" my father called to me.

My father was standing beside this girl's father.

What is he doing here? My father should be in a meeting with his officials.

His face had scrunched up unbelievably with a very scary frown.

He is scary.

I suddenly felt my body break out in cold sweats.

"F-Father..."

"How dare you treat Miss Arielle like that!" he said in a voice I had never heard before.