𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄.
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𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄.
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“you made dancing at a ball enjoyable since i tend to avoid these.” benedict said with that charming smile of his, bowing again. “perhaps i shall call on you eventually someday soon?” he suggested with a head tilt. he didn’t intend on dancing with anyone else that night.

araminta let out a shaky sigh and scoffed as she listened to sophie go on and on. “would you have wanted me as a mother?” raising an eyebrow, she stepped closer to her. “you wouldn’t.” she stated. “and now i can’t have happiness because again…” she turned her back. —

“he is married now, but at times i do take on some duties, but it seems as if i’m not groomed for it.” benedict chuckled as the song came to an end. he didn’t let go of her hand, however. in fact, he laced his fingers with hers. his gaze softening.

“your father was supposed to love me and my girls, but you always came first. that was the problem. not me or my girls.” araminta could’ve slapped her, but she restrained. “and the older i got the more it became apparent that i couldn’t produce a male heir to fix that.”

“my oldest brother was forced to take on all the responsibilities at such a young age. sometimes i wish i did more for him.” benedict had a chip on his shoulder. but it was nice talking to sophie. he never opened up to anyone like this before.

“looking at you every moment reminds me of how much i failed him.” araminta pointed to her father’s grave. “i was supposed to give him an heir.” she exhaled deeply. “to carry on house penwood. you were a trade off. he has a child at least, but not one that mattered.” —

“there are eight of us so naturally the younger ones don’t remember father very well or at all.” he said, dipping her gently. “but we make sure to tell stories.” he said with a smile, lifting her back up.

“times are tough. i would hope you of all people would understand that. your father used to go on and on about your kind heart.” that’s when she rolled her eyes. “the problem with women these days is they’re so weak and soft. i took everything for granted.” she sighed. —

“i’m not one for formalities or tradition.” benedict said with a chuckle, beginning to dance with her and keep in tune with the steps. “my sister eloise gets told she looks just like our father, so i understand a little.” he explained as he continued to dance with her.

“oh, i see. so, you are blaming me? are you suggesting i wasn’t good enough? i am less of a woman because i couldn’t give your father the one thing he always wanted?” stepping closer to her, she raised an eyebrow. “i will make sure you have an eventful season indeed, sophie.”
