This wasn't exactly the wedding Jack had always imagined for himself. Not that he'd ever spent much time imagining his hypothetical wedding, but he'd never seen himself essentially buying a wife like some explorer returning from far flung lands. But necessity forced his hand, and here he was.
He'd done well, he thinks, as far as finding a wife. Money makes a great many things happen, after all, and while there's no family titles attached to his name, he has a great deal of money. A shipping empire, in his opinion, is still an empire. And worth more than any handed down title or lands, he's worked hard his whole life to be where he is, carved out his fortune with his own two hands. He'd been blessed with the gift of fierce ambition, allowing him to rise from the streets and live like a lord.
And marry like one.
While Jack Harrison has no titles or history, his new bride certainly does. He knows he'd taken advantage of her family's misfortune to secure the match, he has no shame in that. It's a beneficial arrangement for everyone, really, and the girl could do much worse. Considering her family history, he feels it's a safe bet that there's nothing wrong with her. She's unwed because of wealthy indulgence, most likely, not some terrible flaw that made suitors pass on her hand. There's certainly nothing physically wrong with her. Maybe she's a bit younger than Jack had been looking for, but she isn't a child and a young wife meant better chances for healthy children.
Jack would prefer her to have a little more life in her, though. Throughout the proceedings she seems distant, detached. It's with some slight trepidation that he approaches the wedding chamber, tailcoat and boots discarded.
Oh, but she does look good. A slight thing, not scrawny but well fit. That way she's eyeing him, though, it's more like a defensive dog than a blushing bride. Not the most promising of signs. He looks right back, unbuttoning his cuffs casually. Maybe he'd been wrong in his assumption about why hadn't been married off already.
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Date: 2020-05-09 09:01 pm (UTC)He'd done well, he thinks, as far as finding a wife. Money makes a great many things happen, after all, and while there's no family titles attached to his name, he has a great deal of money. A shipping empire, in his opinion, is still an empire. And worth more than any handed down title or lands, he's worked hard his whole life to be where he is, carved out his fortune with his own two hands. He'd been blessed with the gift of fierce ambition, allowing him to rise from the streets and live like a lord.
And marry like one.
While Jack Harrison has no titles or history, his new bride certainly does. He knows he'd taken advantage of her family's misfortune to secure the match, he has no shame in that. It's a beneficial arrangement for everyone, really, and the girl could do much worse. Considering her family history, he feels it's a safe bet that there's nothing wrong with her. She's unwed because of wealthy indulgence, most likely, not some terrible flaw that made suitors pass on her hand. There's certainly nothing physically wrong with her. Maybe she's a bit younger than Jack had been looking for, but she isn't a child and a young wife meant better chances for healthy children.
Jack would prefer her to have a little more life in her, though. Throughout the proceedings she seems distant, detached. It's with some slight trepidation that he approaches the wedding chamber, tailcoat and boots discarded.
Oh, but she does look good. A slight thing, not scrawny but well fit. That way she's eyeing him, though, it's more like a defensive dog than a blushing bride. Not the most promising of signs. He looks right back, unbuttoning his cuffs casually. Maybe he'd been wrong in his assumption about why hadn't been married off already.
"In a better mood, if possible."