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I Didn't Want to Get Married

#13

I waited for the summons for supper in the chambers I had been given. I tried to focus on the facts and stay rational, but it wasn’t working; I was a total wreck!

Andrew was charming, funny, charismatic, we shared common interests, and he was extremely good-looking, it was true. I was sure my parents would approve of the match in terms of the influence and money his family would bring to the table (all that useless garbage). But still, it all seemed so unbelievable that Andrew was interested, that he was somehow attracted to me, when he had refused so many other women… It troubled me. He had to be a very strange man, to like someone so odd as I!

My sense of disquiet grew as the hour grew later, and still no one came to fetch me, or even to tell me to prepare. I began to pace. Could it be that Andrew’s family had disapproved? Surely my family hadn’t? Then, the most humiliating thought of all: had Andrew changed his mind, come to his senses? Surely I would at least have gotten dinner, then?

When a knock came at the door, I forced myself to sit down and assume a look of quiet, indifferent composure. “Come in.” It was Meredith, but she brought with her a tray of food!

My heart almost shattered at the sight. With a struggle, I maintained a neutral expression as she approached me, pushing her tray. I felt tears threaten, but banished them immediately.

I should have known better than to believe Andrew for a second! I knew Meredith would probably know nothing of what had happened, and even if she did, she’d likely get in trouble if she let on, were I to ask her. I’d have to wait until someone deigned to inform me of my fate.

Meredith turned to shut the door to the chambers behind her. Unusual… She looked at me apologetically. “Mistress, I would normally not ask such a question, so I beg pardon for my rudeness. Can you read letters?”

I was, indeed, totally shocked that Meredith would ask me if I was literate. Unlike most would be, I wasn’t offended per se, but I wondered why she wanted to know. “I can. Did you want lessons while I am here?”

Meredith grinned so broadly, clearly overjoyed, I felt happier than I had in the hours I’d been waiting, (though apparently waiting for nothing but disappointment). She shook her head as she reached into her pocket. “Thank the Lord! Master Andrew gave me this, as a message for you, mistress, and I’ll keep the secret! You can trust me, mistress! Ring if you have need of me overnight, and have a fine evening.”

She handed me a neatly folded piece of paper, and turned to go, but then turned back. “Mistress, if anyone asks, all I done was pass along the message from Lord (Y/L/N) that you’d be departing tomorrow morning. So, if I may speak my mind, it may be best to read that note sooner, rather than later.” She beamed happily at me, clasping her hands together, before bobbing a curtsy and leaving, shutting the door behind her.

Curious, I unfolded the paper to find a decently legible script. It was only one line, and it made no sense. “Pull on the elephant’s trunk.” Under that, “-Andrew”. Was that some kind of sexual euphemism? I checked the tray of food quickly for bananas, and found none. Was Andrew saying he wanted me to masturbate him? How odd! He wouldn’t even let me look, earlier… So that seemed unlikely.

Unless… This was an old house. Maybe it had some sort of hidden drawers, triggered by elephant-noses? Quickly I looked around the room for any suspicious-looking elephants. I found a total of three.

The first was a small figurine, it looked to be a carving made of wood. Not wanting to break it, I gently tugged on its trunk. It proved to be firmly attached. Nothing happened, though I thought I heard a sound like a dog breaking wind. Maybe I was close!

The second was a mask that was extremely high on the wall. I wasn’t sure how to reach it safely without climbing the bookshelf. I decided to skip to the third, for the time being.

The third elephant was also some manner of carving. I was no expert, but it looked to be African. It hung on the wall, but at about head-height. I grasped the trunk and tugged, nearly yelping when it gave to the gentle pressure and clacked into place lower down!

I heard something click and snap. There was a whoosh of air pressure changing, and a section of wall before me slid away!

I prepared to scream in terror when a man appeared from the shadows and grabbed me! He had a hand over my mouth; I would surely die here! I prepared to defend myself to the last when I heard Andrew’s voice, sounding panicked. “It’s me, it’s me! Not the privates again!”

Notes

Behold, my loyal (hopefully) readers! For the first time (for this story), I am updating here first, and not tumblr. That being because my erstwhile tumblr army has totally failed me. I beseeched them, on bended knee, to go forth and check out one of my most favorite stories (the nemesis got me addicted):

Shadowglass

It's called Shadowglass, and, if you check it out, and I certainly hope you will, you'll notice it's written far better than anything of mine (that was not an invitation to argue with me).

Here's the deal. I begged my (what I thought) mighty tumblr army to check out that story and be supportive of the author, in an effort to get her to update more often because I AM ADDICTED TO THAT STORY OK!!!!!?????!!! I MUST HAVE IT!!!

Now, to a man, as of me publishing this chapter, not a single one of my tumblrs has left a comment. This displeases me. While I'm not saying they must all share my taste, I am saying that their taste is bad if they don't like that story (hahaha!), but I was thinking, out of the (no need to brag but large number) of followers I have amassed, FUCKING ONE OF THEM could have taken the time to read a really excellent story so that i could get the awesome updates that i simply MUST have in order to survive.

I have labored long, and have a few chapters written ahead of I didn't want to get married. So far, still not a single member of the tumblr squad has arrived and made their voice heard, so they get nothing. Score right now is a solid 2-0.

Please, ONE of you, at least, go read that story, and, if you like it, tell the author so. (if not, say nothing, or i will be pissed!) Consider this a war with my tumblr fans. Let's see who wins? So far, they are in my disfavor. If you like, and you don't read A Demon's Regret (my other 'more popular' story), you can declare war on on the ADR fans too. Heh. I'm always happy to assist in sowing discord and keep score.

Comments

@Kellyrages

Glad you dug it, bro.

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
10/25/16

Oh my god, these two are my favorite couple ever. I'm sad it's over because I just loved how they talked literally so bluntly with each other! Andrew stayed so mortified! Ah! <3 <3 <3 <3

Kellyrages Kellyrages
10/25/16

@Maladaptive


The very best comic books! High-end graphic novels! Mwahahaha! ;3

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
10/21/16

@smutty pariah
OMG stop! I love both of you! We already discussed this!

Smutty Pariah = comic books
Anathema = book series

Maladaptive Maladaptive
10/21/16

@anathema

Both > just one, right? ;3

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
10/20/16