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Make time for Daddy

He had told her to buy a new outfit. This had actually translated into going to the spa, getting a manicure, having her hair trimmed and done, new shoes...the whole works. And none of it was her idea.

She knows he'll want to see the finished product, but she's been putting it off as long as she can, holing up in her room quietly, and avoiding the servants. It won't last forever, and she knows it. This is why the new dress, hose and shoes are all readily available. All it will take is the summons.

She is not looking forward to it.

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And the summons comes as she knew it would. But it is not someone sent to fetch her. Instead her father appears at the door to her room himself.

"You are even more beautiful than normal today daughter."

She whirled around abruptly, startled, but still a smile brightens her face. For as nervous as she is, this is still her father, and she is still his youngest daughter.

She launches herself into his arms for a hug.

"Hi Daddy."

She is caught and hugged happily. This is his little girl and she will always hold a special place in his affections.

"Was the shopping expedition successful?"

She gestures behind her where the new dress is laid out carefully on her bed, the new shoes on the floor.

"Do you want me to try them on for you?"

"Later." Later when she is brought to meet her intended husband.

"For now will you walk with me and talk?" He holds out his arm to her.

"Of course."

As if she'd really have a choice, but he doesn't seem to be here to take her to task about anything so her curiousity rises.

She gently links her arm through his with an expectant smile.

He is there to take her to task far less than she seems to expect. Youngest daughter has granted her some spoiling in her life. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to do but at the same time he did not regret it.

He answers her smile with his own and leads her through the halls downstairs to the walled garden outside.

"I heard your remarks to Jamison as he attacked you earlier. You have grown much this last year." One remark in particular was pertinent to this conversation.

"You told him until you were no longer single that you would not be involved in the affairs of your family fully." He turned to look at her and tuck a strand of shining green hair behind her ear.

"It is time to take your place among your family Lorna."

He may have spoiled her, but that made any chastisement all the worse.

She's always liked the garden. She tries to spend time here as much as she's able. It's a place of peace for her which is why she's caught a bit off guard by what he's saying.

She blinks for a moment as her heart quickens its pace. She knew this day would come, but she had thought she would have been given more warning. Immediately, she can't help but wonder who he's decided on.

Seth maybe? His family isn't that well connected, but he's shown interest and a willingness to be loyal. It doesn't hurt that Seth is easy to look at.

Her brows lift, and she keeps all of this behind her eyes.

"Oh? Already?"

Her voice betrays a bit of her nervousness.

They had always told her this day would come. To be honest Erik would rather she had the luxury of marrying where her heart decided as he had with Magda.

But sometimes it just didn't work out that way.

"Yes. I wish to introduce you to the young man soon." Note, introduce, that means she's never met the intended face to face.

It almost seems as if a that heart that was beginning to race stops completely, and a pit opened up beneath it. She caught on to what went unsaid, and she felt a chill take over herself.

"Oh."

It's all she can do to keep her composure in front of her father.

"Wh-who?"

He loves her, more than that he's fiercly proud of her for having his powers, but this must be done for the good of all.

"Alex Summers."

Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes widen on her father. She can't help it. Her hands pull away from him as she takes just the slightest step backwards.

"Wh-what?"

He waits for her to absorb what he had just told her. Anything he says right now will seem like trying to wheedle her into it and he'd rather she just had her outburst now and get it over with.

"B-but....you can't be serious!" It's more of a question than an accusation. She's not entirely stupid.

"A Summers? Daddy...they're.....and we..it can't possibly be safe!"

This whole thing has her frightened, between who he's telling her to marry and the fact that she is, in some small way, arguing with him.

"Child..." How do you tell your daughter you must use her this way for the good of all?

"He is not as the others, and an alliance is needed to bring an end to the fighting on both sides."

"We will let no harm come to you, every precaution is being taken."

"How can you be so sure?!"

If she weren't so panicked, she might not have even considered what she says next.

"All of the mind workers they have, they might have suggested that he won't hurt me!"

"They cannot use their tricks on me." there was a short time he and Charles Xavier were associates without hate involved and during that time he learned some things. Then he built a few more things as backups over the years.

"But..." She's rapidly running out of arguments, especially under his gaze. "...they aren't even Jewish."

"Lorna..." The moment comes where he has to decide if he can garner her agreement faster with the truth or a lie.

"Your mother was not Jewish, Crystal was not, I would be happier if he was or that we had found you someone that was that could bring the peace. But he is the lynchpin and it must be him."

"Child do you think it makes me happy to ask you to do this?"

She lowers her eyes as she slowly sits on a concrete garden bench.

"...no..."

"I too have married not for love but for peace and the family. I wish I could give you something more but this is what must be."

Her eyes fill some, but she'd be hard pressed to explain why tears make an appearance. Could be fear, could be sadness...could be both. She's not sure. All she knows is that she's feeling very alone.

She nods slightly, but won't look up at him.

"Wh-when will I..."

She can't bring herself to finish the question.

"Soon." There are a few details to iron out. "Be ready to meet him."

She gives another small nod, her fingers quickly wiping at just under her eyes.

"Yes, Daddy."

They knew. Crystal and Pietro. I'd lay money on it. They all probably know.

He smiles at her and doesn't draw attention to the fact he knows she's crying.

"I love you my daughter, and I am so proud of you."

She has many more questions, so she clearns her throat to pull it together. She gives her eyes another quick wipe then looks up at him, almost pleading with him with her eyes.

"What are the plans for us...after we're m-married?"

She almost doesn't want to know the answer.

There is only so far he will trust them, and the same goes for Xavier and the Summers clan in return.

"You will live together in your own household with a mixture of helpers from each family. You will come to our household for Shabbat and to his families for other holidays." Not alone of course, there will be bodyguards at the very least and very little trust for a long time he's sure.

This seems to reassure her some as she sits up a bit straighter, her hands placed in her lap. Her nod is a little stronger as well. Not even Pietro and Crystal have their own residence.

"All right."

"Is there anything you would like to have for your wedding present?" Something that will make her feel better about this would be nice.

"Although I have something I made for you."

She gives her head a little shake in the negative. She can't think of anything she'd want other than this not to happen.

"Think on it." He pulls a carved box out of his pocket. He has always been good with his hands even before he knew he could control magnetism. Anything he did with metal in his hands was a work of art.

Nestled inside are rings that he has shaped with his powers for her to be married in. Wreaths of intricate vines and leaves made of several different metals to give it color and shading lay there. In the ring meant to be hers is an emerald.

"It matches your eyes."

She blinks swiftly widening eyes as her fingers hover just over the rings. They don't touch them, however, before she pulls her hand back to her chest, looking up at him.

"Daddy...they're beautiful!"

She can't help it, she's off the bench and hugging him closely again, fighting back another set of tears.

If any of Xavier's people harm his youngest daughter there will be slaughter in return that will make what happened to Isaac look like a mercy killing. This much he will promise to himself.

"It is not half as beautiful as the woman who will wear it."

She smiles again, blushing and ducking her head.

"Thank you, Daddy. I will be proud to wear them."

If only because you made them for me.

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