The Reed Legacy
Chapter 7
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Note- Ok 2 chapters back I said chapter 7 would be a return to the present,
however my plot bunnies are having a field day with this fic so chapter 8 will
be the return. Thanks for all the
comments and such. And for the comments
I got on the message boards, the flashback is supposed to read like a cheesy
romance novel. ^_^’
Chapter
7
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Fiancé? What are you talking about Uncle? There is only one man I’ve pledged to marry, and that’s
Clow.” Millicent replied indignantly.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Your childhood infatuation with
that lout has been tolerated long enough.
You will do your duty to the Supinel line and marry whom I choose to
marry you to. Now get out of that bed
and get dressed, then make your apologies downstairs.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The irate man demanded, red faced and
slightly out of breath.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I reached my majority six months
ago Uncle Sabastien, I don’t have to answer to you, and you have no say in what
I do.” Amber eyes flashed with malice.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Be damned to you and your
impertinent tongue! I have legal
guardianship over you until your wedding day or your twenty-fourth
birthday. As your precious Clow hasn’t
seen fit to place a ring on your finger, sign a declaration of intent or a
betrothal contract, you are subject to what I say!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “If you wanted to see the ring that
bad, all you had to do was ask.” Clow
stated, breaking his silence, and his vow to not be engaged before his
thirtieth birthday.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What?” The portly man shouted in near apoplexy.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Clow levitated a delicate lry
lry
box from his dressing table and brought it to him. Opening the intricately carved lid plucked a highly detailed ring
from the top tray. “My father had given
this ring to my mother when he asked her to marry him, and so I offered it to
Millicent two weeks ago when I asked her to become my wife.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She ever so graciously accepted.”
an
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Millicent wasd prd pressed to keep a
neutral expression on her face as Clow slipped the ring on her finger,
marveling at how it fit as if made for her and her alone.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Two weeks?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I don’t believe you!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I refuse to believe you!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You would have sent word to Damien, your
solicitor, or that damned private investigator you have traipsing around the
countryside.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Are you questioning my word?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You are of little concern to me sir, as are
your demands on my fiancé. You will
remove yourself from my house at once and never bother us again.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Are we quite clear on that matter?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> As Clow had spoken, a growling
Keroberos padded closer to Millicent’s uncle, with every intention of hurting
the blustering fool if he angered his master any more.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Call off your whatever it is,
Clow. I’ll leave, but we are far from
finished with this matter. You had
better have registered proof that she is your intended, or it won’t stand in
court.” The red faced fat man
announced, slamming the bedroom door behind him, putting distance between
himself and the winged lion.
Back on the bed, Millicent began to
gently pry the ring from her finger.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What are you doing?” Clow asked.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “It doesn’t come off.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She tried tugging harder.
“It won’t
come off no matter how hard you tug.
It’s bespelled to stay on until the vows are spoken.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He replied heavily.
style='font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“That makes no sense.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> What if er oer one of you calls off, one of
you dies, or something like this happens?
How do you get it off then?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “No one in the history of the Reeds
has cried off, or died before the vows were spoken, and this situation has
never occurred before.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Ask your Uncle, consult a journal,
find…something that will help.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “There is nothing Millie.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It doesn’t come off till we’re married, then
it’s replaced with out wedding rings.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “That’s horrible!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It’s like forcing someone to marry.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Millicent exclaimed.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Reeds marry for love.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> How else do you think an English Lord could
marry a gypsy fortuneteller, and their son marries a Chinese diplomat’s
daughter? Would it be that bad?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Would what be bad?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Marrying me.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Oh! No Clow! It wouldn’t be
bad at all. You know how much I’ve
always loved you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Then why aren’t you happier?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He demanded.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “It’s just that I don’t want to tie
you down if you don’t want it. I know
you swore you wouldn’t marry before you turned thirty.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I wouldn’t have put the ring on
your finger if I didn’t want it. I would have found another way.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Clow said, picking at the comforter.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You told Uncle Sabastien you filed
the betrothal papers, when we both know you did not.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Clow looked at her with his
trademark smile, knowing she was done arguing the point.style="mso-spun: un: yes"> “I need to create a card that will allow me
to go back in time so I can change that.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Clow, you are not going to waste
magic on some card. Not only would it
drain your magic, but you’d need a focus point on both ends, and make sure that
you don’t see yourself or change anything.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Don’t worry Millie, I’m just going
to go two weeks back, register our agreement and come back to you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “It’s never as easy as you
think.” The auburn haired girl pointed
out.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “So what are you saying?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The spectacled man demanded.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I’m saying you have a habit of
bungling your grand plans.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Your faith in my abilities lightens
my heart.” He said facetiously.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Clow I’m serious.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “So am I.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Clow, you blew up your conservatory
three days before we left, all because you tried to turn all your flowers into
stained glass.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I wanted to preserve their beauty
forever. Besides, I put it all back
together.” He protested.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “That’s not the point Clow.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Millicent paused her attempts to persuade
him and looked at him, only to find him pouting like a child denied a sweet.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> She chuckled and kissed his
cheek. “Silly old Clow.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Clow smiled and tugged her into his
lap and held her close to him. “I know I’m not the most eloquent manu knu know
I’m liable to blurt out something stupid than say something romantic.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m rude, absentminded, and on most days I’m
the number one candidate for village idiot.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You can stop pointing out your
finer qualities to me now, I’m sold on you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Millie, I’m trying to be
serious.” He sighed and adjusted his
spectacles.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I know Clow, but I also know all
your good and bad points, and I still love you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “If you would have let me finish, I
did have a point to all of that.” He
said, hugging her tight.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Oh, well continue then.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Thank you mistress.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Millicent punched as hard as she
could in the shoulder, but he remained smiling at her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> All she could do was sigh and wait for him
to get to his point.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Now, to continue, where was I?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You finished telling me how absent
minded you are, and how you’re the village idiot.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Ah, thank you, and I believe I said
candidate.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Are you sure?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He growled at her momentarily.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I am now.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Alright, alright, continue.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “As I was saying, my idiot status is
all but confirmed, but I won’t shout at you unless you shout at me first.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’ll never raise a hand, wand, or object, in
anger to you. I’ll never put any living
woman above you. I’ll never give you
more children than you and I can both handle.
I swear on my life that I’ll try to make you happy.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Amber eyes gazed into midnight blue
with curiosity. His speech, while
touching in its honesty, seemed more ritualistic than sentimental.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “There, that said, we can now go
down for breakfast.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Clow?”
an
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Yes?”
“Why did that seem rehearsed?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Because it was.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It’s something we Reed men are supposed to
learn when we come of age. When we
settle the ring on our women’s finger, we’re supposed to list all our faults
and promise to do out best to not only overcome our shortcomings, but protect,
love, and cherish our women now in life and after.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “That’s very lovely Clow, but wouldn’t style='mso-tab-count:1'> “One would think so, but when have style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Only your ancestors would cook up style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Eccic bic behavior is a style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I know.” style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Well come on then, it’s time for style='mso-tab-count:1'> Millicent smiled and climbed out of bed, style='mso-tab-count:1'> “So I have a half hour to wait style='mso-tab-count:1'> Millicent’s reply was to magic his style='mso-tab-count:1'> Clow chuckled and endured the
it have been better to do that before you give her the ring?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This way she knows just exactly what kind of
man she’s getting.” Millicent asked of
this particular Reed quirk.
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we Reed’s done anything that was normal.
I guess great-great-great-great grandfather thought it was best to tell
her afterwards so she couldn’t escape.”
Clow said shrugging.
something that odd.”
pre-requisite for being in a magic family.”
breakfast. I promised Grandfather I
would have apologized and have given you a sizable gift.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I think adding a granddaughter-in-law is
acceptable.”
kissing Clow’s cheek as she passed him on her way to her room.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I’ll meet you in the breakfast room in a
few minutes.”
before I see you again?”
pillow to beat him in the head.
feather beating.