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The name is Miranda. Miranda Rose Delerosa. I came from a long line of royals. Not that we rule anyone anymore, but it entitles us to lots of land and money. I don't really care. I feel like the black sheep in the family. I actually DON'T care about money. I hang out with the lower class.
Still, one moment caught with the wrong crowd and my parents send me off to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. The man I'm living with is supposed to be my future husband to make sure I don't ruin my life.
I'm a romantic. I want to marry for love. I do NOT want to marry some guy. Especially this guy.

Miranda finally looked up as they pulled up to the cabin. She'd finished crying hours ago, but her eyes were still red. She hated this place. It was lovely, surrounded by nature and seclusion. To her it might as well be a prison. She knew what to expect. A snob. She was supposed to suduce him, but she swore if he laid a finger on her she'd hit him.
"Here we are." the driver said. He'd been specially hired. Not her usual driver Frank. She stayed in stubbornly. "If you don't get out, I've been paid to drag you out."
She knew she wasn't going to get out of this. So she got out with dignity, cat box and suitcase in hand. Her last hope of escape drove away.
"I swear. I'm going to kill myself." she told, Darian, her cat.

Miranda watched warily as the man came out. He wasn't exactly what she expected, but still not what she wanted. She nodded when he picked up her bag.
"I'm Miranda. Thanks for the help." she said stiffly, staring straight ahead. She didn't like the sound of "house rules" or "our room". She felt as if someone was squeezing her stomach. This man was tall compared to her 5'3" height. He was also definitely muscled. Under most circumstances, she would have been impressed. Now it put her at a further disadvantage.
This is getting worse by the second, she thought dismally.

Miranda looked up at him with shock and a little fear as he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the kitchen. Once he spoke, relief flood her completely, making her week at the knees. She even started to laugh.
"Oh, thank God." she sighed leaning against the counter. "We're agreed then. There is no way I would ever marry you, let alone sleep with you or have your children. I don't even want to be in the same room at night! So if you don't mind, I'll sleep on the couch." she said, snatching her wrist back. "So you don't have to call it "our" room. As far as I'm concerned, it's yours until my parents get back."
She crossed her arms, chin raised in defiance. Her eyes dared him to disagree. Still she was nervous. When would her parents come back? Surely they didn't mean for her to stay more then a week? They did say a few months, but they couldn't be serious.

Miranda shrugged. "I'll be fine." she said. "I bet there's an over stock of sheets and blankets for us." She rolled her eyes at the reason why. "I've had a long trip, and feel disgusting. I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully we can wait our parents out." She paused, looking him up and down. "How did this happen to you, anyway?" she said, distinctly curious. What had he done to get such a sentence?