Egbert Budious Clyde
Oh Lydia. She was a flower in a jungle filled with apes and insects holding no class, nor taste. She was gorgeous, and seemed to have the perfect young body for breeding. To him, she was quiet, and had a submissive demeanor. It tainted his dignified masculinity, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He could be the man who raised her from the shy girl she was into a woman; no longer obedient but also having her own pride as his wife.
He wished to band her finger with a ring, dress her in expensive gowns he purchased her, and change her for the better. His mother had always told him that a wife cannot be informed that she is property, and should instead be given the illusion of a few freedoms, however great Egbert was quite merciful, and allowed his love interests to know of the precautions involved in being his.
Lydia was included in this cluster, and he waited for her reply only to be shocked. How dare she reject his advantages? She was barely fortunate enough for him to see any value in her profile. Please, the lesser wanted sister of last seasons diamond? She meant nothing to the people of the ton. She could have meant more to him and his family, but she had made it clear she chose not to.
She stood up and away from him before he gripped her wrist with one hand and indicated with his eyes that she sat again. “Foolish girl, did I say you may leave? You must practice much discipline before I agree to marry you.” He established. He would certainly not be marrying a woman so rebellious as Lydia. She must change before it is likely that he will accept her.