He'd known he couldn't stay in a hotel room in Germany forever since he'd gotten off the plane in Frankfurt. The best he had hoped for was that his father would have had time to rethink this marriage situation. Predictably, his father had done no such thing by his return, and his anger at August's audacity had seemed to know no bounds. At first, August had thought his father might punish him by not finding him worthy of the marriage that had already been laid out for him. Instead, his father's punishment took a different turn. Dates were made upon August's arrival, without August's knowledge or permission, and wedding preparations were put into place.
When August heard about this, he stormed into his father's study, willing to accept no less than a complete backing down on his father's part. Throughout the last conversation he'd had with his father, the elder Mr. Griesser had put out the line, 'Look where refusal got your Aunt Brigitta'. Before that, August couldn't really remember a time when his father's older sister, the black sheep of the family, had ever been referred to by her name. All he knew was that when his father and his aunt had been younger than him, Brigitta had been faced with her own marriage of convenience. There were family rumors that she had been in love with some poor man who had never been given a name in any of the stories August had heard, but his father referred to that refusal of the proper marriage as stupidity.
With little more than that knowledge under his belt, August had once again declined his father's wishes, and taken the road of the black sheep.
So far, he didn't like it.
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When August heard about this, he stormed into his father's study, willing to accept no less than a complete backing down on his father's part. Throughout the last conversation he'd had with his father, the elder Mr. Griesser had put out the line, 'Look where refusal got your Aunt Brigitta'. Before that, August couldn't really remember a time when his father's older sister, the black sheep of the family, had ever been referred to by her name. All he knew was that when his father and his aunt had been younger than him, Brigitta had been faced with her own marriage of convenience. There were family rumors that she had been in love with some poor man who had never been given a name in any of the stories August had heard, but his father referred to that refusal of the proper marriage as stupidity.
With little more than that knowledge under his belt, August had once again declined his father's wishes, and taken the road of the black sheep.
So far, he didn't like it.
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