Hannah stood in the antechamber to the chapel, waiting for the doors to open and her father to walk her down the aisle. Most any other bride would be giddy, or anxious, or trying to warm cold feet. But not Hannah. This was merely another business deal. Marrying her family fortune to an old name with influence. Buying with flesh access to resources that her family business could trade and boost their own profits. To her, this was a good thing. What she hated about it, was the fact that it was done behind her back.
As the Lone Heiress, she was set to inherit everything in just 3 more short years, but her father had gone around her, and married her off. "Why did you do it father? If you don't tell me now, you might miss the chance to gloat."
"Gloat? I merely wanted to best for my only daug-"
"Don't give me that shit, you've hated me since Grandmother wrote you out and passed the Name on to me."
"Fair enough, By marrying you- the lone heiress -off, the Torva Fortune and Business goes with you, as a Dowry to Lord Conlaoch. Since I can't have it, neither can you."
Hannah rolled her eyes, "As I live and breathe father, you are a petty and idiotic creature. What is my husband's is my own, you've only furthered my wea-" She felt his hand close around her throat.
"You will not talk to me that way you insolent child."
It was then, that Dally spoke up, "Lord Torva, if you leave a mark on the bride, I'm afraid the day may bring some complications." Seeing the logic of the statement, Hannah's father released her. Dally was Hannah's personal servant. And he helped to look out for her in various ways. He produced a bouquet of white roses, save for one large, purple rose in the center. If one looked close, the purple rose had several black petals. The colors of house Torva.
"Thank you, Dally. You never fail to come through." Hannah said as she took the flowers in hand. Her father looped her arm in his. As the doors opened before them, a bride in a white gown and fire for hair walked up to meet her husband for the first time.