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Ever since I was born into a noble aristocratic family, I’ve had a golden spoon in my mouth. I’ve seen plenty of people, men in particular. My mother and father keep finding potential candidates for marriage. Is it so wrong to live my life how I want? You might have heard this before. This way of life is not all glitz and glam, there can be difficult times. The men my mother presents me are awful, selfish, and childish. I could never dream of even letting them touch me, let alone marry.
But today was different. A peasant boy and his father came to make a proposition of some sort to my father, a wealthy businessman. The man was much older than expected to be a father, with white silky hair and a beard. Wrinkles for days and a small pair of circular glasses. But that’s not who I’m interested in. The peasant boy was absolutely handsome. I couldn’t stop looking at his flawless face. His perfect skin with a hint of freckles under his eyes, his small round nose, and beautiful lips. His hair was a lovely chestnut brown, with large curls and waves. His hair looked as if it was made of pure silk. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Gorgeous blue pools that could see through souls. I’ve never seen someone so majestic.
“Good morning, Mr. Winters.” said the man. His voice was deep and raspy. Joyfully, he shook my father’s hand. Then turned to me and lifted my hand to his lips and gave a quick peck. Nothing interesting, yada yada. Then the boy repeated with my father, then turned to me and lifted my hand gently, his hands smooth and soft, and brought my hand to his lips and softly kissed my knuckles. He raised his eyes to me and stared at my aura. I was so surprised by how piercing his gaze was, my eyes widened. He gently let go of my hand and lifted his head back up. Still keeping eye contact. I was absolutely speechless at how intimate that felt.