of course, her parents told her lots of little lies in her youth, and this was one of them. it should've been expected-- they lost their ranking so many years ago, and they had been biding their time ever since, waiting for the day she could marry. she had no intentions of marrying so young when there was an entire world to be explored, and even though she had told herself that a thousand times, she still had a duty to the house of ashford. milly was the only heir. there was no one else to take the responsibilities...
there was no one else to marry off. there was no spare.
besides, she wanted to marry for love. if anything, she wanted to marry someone like athrun. or actually marry athrun... he wasn't exactly her type, but what did it matter when he made her feel like she was worth more? how could she care about type when she was hopelessly infatuated with his embarrassed smiles, his courage, his gentle heart, all of him?
but she couldn't tell her parents she wanted to leave their chance at reclaiming nobility for a pilot. she might never see him again if she did... they were already on the fence about her spending so much time with him as it was.
there's a part of her heart that hopes, at some point during the planning, the dress fittings, the guest selection, ANYTHING, he'll confess he loves her and he wants to run away with her, far away from politics, far away from arranged marriages. but that never happens. and she hopes all the way until the wedding day.
they say she's beautiful, a vision of loveliness, a perfect bride. and she does feel beautiful-- a ballgown tends to do that for a girl. but this isn't her wedding day. not the one she dreamt of. it's signing a contract in the most opulent way. but there's no one else who can do it for her... she's prepared to sign away her life. the vows have been said, and even though she thinks of opposing her own wedding, she doesn't.
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of course, her parents told her lots of little lies in her youth, and this was one of them. it should've been expected-- they lost their ranking so many years ago, and they had been biding their time ever since, waiting for the day she could marry. she had no intentions of marrying so young when there was an entire world to be explored, and even though she had told herself that a thousand times, she still had a duty to the house of ashford. milly was the only heir. there was no one else to take the responsibilities...
there was no one else to marry off. there was no spare.
so she was engaged to a nobleman with a high ranking, but a brain as large and as functional as his genitalia (which, to her misfortune, she learned was... lacking). but she was a perfect fiancée, graceful and kind, beautiful and clever. truly, she would run the estate she married into, but she didn't want that. it was what her parents wanted. and if they wanted it so badly, why didn't they marry him?
besides, she wanted to marry for love. if anything, she wanted to marry someone like athrun. or actually marry athrun... he wasn't exactly her type, but what did it matter when he made her feel like she was worth more? how could she care about type when she was hopelessly infatuated with his embarrassed smiles, his courage, his gentle heart, all of him?
but she couldn't tell her parents she wanted to leave their chance at reclaiming nobility for a pilot. she might never see him again if she did... they were already on the fence about her spending so much time with him as it was.
there's a part of her heart that hopes, at some point during the planning, the dress fittings, the guest selection, ANYTHING, he'll confess he loves her and he wants to run away with her, far away from politics, far away from arranged marriages. but that never happens. and she hopes all the way until the wedding day.
they say she's beautiful, a vision of loveliness, a perfect bride. and she does feel beautiful-- a ballgown tends to do that for a girl. but this isn't her wedding day. not the one she dreamt of. it's signing a contract in the most opulent way. but there's no one else who can do it for her... she's prepared to sign away her life. the vows have been said, and even though she thinks of opposing her own wedding, she doesn't.
someone else does it for her.
initially she's angry at someone causing a commotion-- what if they have to do this all over again?! but then she's relieved, and more than that, thrilled. because she knows that mobile suit, and she knows its pilot better. even as her guests (and her fiancé) run away, she stays still, smiling the whole time. her parents are screaming at her, security is moving in, there's no time to waste. it's do or die. so with a grin and a wink over her shoulder, she picks up her skirts to step into the Gundam's hand, ready to leave in style.]