The Engagement of Marielle Clarac

Chapter One

I had made my debut into high society at the age of fifteen. Now, three years later, it was finally my turn to receive a marriage proposal.

At least, that’s how things appeared to be playing out.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marielle. My name is Simeon Flaubert.”

This gentleman had come to visit my family so we could introduce ourselves to one another. He greeted me with a smile so beautiful and elegant it almost took me aback. He presented a small bouquet of flowers as a gift, and in my moment of surprise, he took my hand and kissed it. I could do no more than gaze upon his flowing movements in a dazed state.

“I am honored to make your acquaintance,” he continued.

“The honor is entirely mine,” I said, with some hesitation in my voice. “I’m Marielle Clarac. Thank you for coming. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I returned his introduction and gave the customary curtsy in an entirely suitable manner, if I do say so myself. I believe I just barely managed to preserve the degree of social grace expected of a nobleman’s daughter.

But in my mind, a storm was raging.

This situation is just...insane! It’s Lord Simeon, of all people! The most vicious intellect of the Royal Order of Knights... the Smiling Sword... the Poisoned Petal! THAT Lord Simeon!

Although, when I mentioned these names in my father’s presence, he responded with, “No, I’ve never heard him called anything like that.”

Yes, all right, they’re just my own names for him that I made up. Naturally, I’d never use them outside of my family. Even I can distinguish between things you can and can’t say in polite company.

Anyway, back to Lord Simeon.

Lord Simeon was many things. He was the eldest son and heir of House Flaubert, an earldom with a history that stretched back to the founding of the kingdom. He was the Vice Captain of the Royal Order of Knights, foot guards to the royal