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“Good morning, Elizabeth,” Gaston greeted, his voice dripping with self-assurance. “I was just passing by and thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Elizabeth forced a polite smile, though she could feel her patience wearing thin. “Good morning, Gaston,” she replied, keeping her tone civil. “I appreciate the visit, but I’m quite busy at the moment.”

Gaston stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning the cottage with a critical gaze. “Busy, you say? What could possibly be more important than spending time with me?” He chuckled, as if the very idea was absurd.

Elizabeth suppressed a sigh and turned back to her chores, hoping to convey that she wasn’t interested in a long conversation. “I have chores to do, and my father has gone to the fair. I need to make sure everything is in order for when he returns.”

Gaston waved a dismissive hand, stepping closer to her. “Oh, come now, Elizabeth. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be wasting her time on chores. You should be thinking about your future, about settling down with someone who can take care of you.”

Elizabeth felt her patience snap, but she kept her voice calm. “Gaston, I’ve told you before, I’m not interested in marriage right now. I have my own dreams, my own life to live.”

Gaston’s smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of confusion. “Dreams? What kind of dreams could be better than becoming my wife? You’d have everything you could ever want—wealth, status, admiration from everyone in town. You’d be the envy of every woman here!”

Elizabeth turned to face him, her expression resolute. “Gaston, I’m not looking for wealth or status. I want to live my life on my own terms, not just be someone’s wife. I want to learn, to explore, to make my own choices. That’s not something you can give me.”

Gaston’s confusion deepened, and his brow furrowed as he tried to understand. “But why would you want to do all that when you could have me?” He stepped closer, his tone becoming more insistent. “Elizabeth, you’re the most beautiful woman in the village, and I’m the most handsome, the strongest. We’re perfect for each other. Everyone knows it. You should be my wife, and together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

Elizabeth took a step back, shaking her head. “Gaston, you don’t understand. I don’t love you. I don’t want to marry you.”

The rejection hit Gaston harder than he expected. His smirk vanished entirely, replaced by a flash of anger that he quickly masked with another smile, though it was strained. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Elizabeth. You’ll see that I’m the best choice for you. No one else in this village could ever offer you what I can.”

Elizabeth’s expression softened, but her resolve remained firm. “I’m sorry, Gaston, but my answer is no. I’m not going to marry you.”

Gaston’s eyes darkened, his pride stung by her refusal. He stepped closer, towering over her, his voice low and threatening. “You might say no now, but mark my words, Elizabeth—I will make you my wife. No one else deserves you, and I always get what I want.”

Elizabeth stood her ground, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I will never marry someone who doesn’t respect my choices, Gaston. You may think you can force me into this, but you’re wrong.”

Gaston stared at her for a long moment, his jaw clenched, before turning sharply on his heel and storming out of the cottage. As he left, he cast one last glance over his shoulder, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and determination.

“Remember what I said, Elizabeth,” he warned. “You’ll be mine, one way or another.”

"Can you believe it?! He asked me to marry him? That brainless, borish...."  

he warm glow of the sun slowly began to fade, casting long shadows across the countryside. Elizabeth finished her chores, trying to push away the lingering unease from her encounter with Gaston. She stepped outside the cottage, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of her father. The familiar sight of his horse, Philippe, carrying his invention to the fair should have been visible by now. But as the minutes ticked by, there was no sign of either.

Just as worry started to creep into her thoughts, she heard the frantic clattering of hooves approaching from the distance. Her heart leaped with hope, expecting to see her father returning home. But as the figure came into view, her heart sank. It was Philippe, galloping toward the cottage at full speed—but her father was nowhere to be seen.

“Philippe!” Elizabeth called out, rushing toward the horse as it skidded to a stop in front of the cottage. The horse was breathing heavily, its eyes wide with fear, and its saddle was askew, as if it had been in a panic. “Where’s Papa?” she asked, her voice trembling as she gently stroked Philippe’s mane, trying to calm the frightened animal.

Philippe whinnied nervously, nudging Elizabeth with his nose as if trying to communicate something urgent. Elizabeth’s mind raced. Something must have happened to her father, something terrible. He would never leave Philippe behind like this unless he was in danger.