My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 8

[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 is 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 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.

I was happy that he was finally paying attention to me, but not this way.

"...Y-You are mistaken. She fell down herself."

"Your Majesty! All fault lies with me," the girl said as she climbed out of the fountain and kneeled before my father. "Prince Erik was displeased with me, so he did such a thing. I only deserve this as punishment."

She is the one who threw herself into the fountain!

"No, it is my fault, Child. It was my fault in not teaching him in having proper manners towards women. I apologize for his rudeness towards you."

Prime Minister Maddox went over to his daughter and placed his coat over her.

No! Don't apologize to her.

"Erik, don't you have something to say?" Father asked in my direction.

"I have done nothing wrong," I protested.

Smack!

Father had slapped me across my face.

It was the first time in a while that he had ever slapped me.

"My apologies, Miss Arielle, for showing you such a scene. Prime Minister Maddox, would you please help her inside. I will have a servant get you some new clothes."

Prime Minister Maddox and his daughter went inside following a couple of servants.

"F-Fa..."

"Erik, you shall apologize to her later."

"It is her fault! How dare she be so abrasive with her words!"

"What did she say?"

"She said..."

I was planning on telling her the same exact words. However, it's not worth repeating. If I tell Father about it, he will think of me as a petty person for pushing that girl into the fountain even if she fell in by herself. I was also the first to make a move by grabbing her hair...

"Erik?"

"I cannot say."

"...I will not press any further. Do write an apology up for her," he said as he turned his back to me.

I could only clench my fists in retaliation.

Why does my fiancée dislike me so much?

I have all of the reason to hate her, but my perfect self?

She said some rude words, threw herself into the fountain, and made a fool of me in front of my father and now I am made to write a letter for this incorrigible girl.

I had known about her for a long time. I disliked the thought of marrying a person I had never met before, so I asked one of my servants to look her up. He only delivered me useless information about her likes and dislikes of food. I was also informed about her looks as I heard that she had unique strawberry blonde hair only found in her bloodline.

I took the chance to see her from afar at a party at the castle. As expected, she was a beautiful girl that resembled her mother. She moved and spoke perfectly to those around her like a marionette.

Disgusting...how perfect this person was.

I always had the impression that she was of a cold machine from how emotionless she usually was from afar at parties.

It never occurred to me that the first time I would ever see her smile would be in that situation where she made me look like a fool...

It was humiliating!

I don't know why I would think about her so much!

It's all because of this letter!