Sophia, what an nice name. Jackson though on his ride back. Hoof steps sounded on stones. His. I'll see her soon. Jackson can feel it. He rode throgh the gate just to see his father standing there. "Yeah, yeah. I'll meet with who I am bethorthed to later. When she is ready." Jackson says, brushing past.

She returned home as it got dark. She could hear her parents talking and carefully headed upstairs. Her thoughts constantly shifted to wondering how she was meant to meet her future husband and how he felt about the situation. The thoughts sent her off to bed for the day. Eventually awaking early the next morning.

'Cock a doodle doo' "Shut up!"

Jackson yawned from the foot of his bed . "Agg, Sampson (Cat), get your fluffy rear end off my pillow."

Jackson dressed in a simple outfit. He will have plenty of time to get changed later. The smell of food hurries him on. Pulling his shirt over his head, Jackson meanders downstairs for a meal. Eww... Eggs.

She yawned as she first went to take a shower, getting dressed afterwards. She tied her hair back to a ponytail before heading down for breakfast. She settled on yogurt and fruit for the morning, if she got hungry again she could eat later. She looked outside, it looked like another beautiful day.

Eggs, why does it always have to be eggs? Jackson trys to eat them. He really does. But he ends up in the bathroom. Eggs. Jackson was not vomiting, but he could not bare to eat another bite. Conpossing himself, Jackson walks out and smiles. "When are we going to meet my berothed?"

She was soon interrupted by her parents. "So we think it's best you go out and meet your fiancé today. I'll come alongside to make sure you won't get lost." Her father smiled. *Its a small ride away, let's get going." She wanted to protest and say she had plans, but her father was practically dragging her out the door. She was curious as she climbed onto her stallion and followed her father along the path.

"Well, she is coming now."

"NOW!"

Jackson rushes upstairs to brush his hair. Now? Why now? Dashing down again, he waits in the living room for his probily not blushing bride.

She stopped as she watched her father come to a stop. She climbed down, running her hands through her hair as she watched her father talk to someone at the door before waving her over. She hesitantly stepped inside, pausing as she saw him. "Jackson?"

"Shophie? What are you doing here?" Jackson stands up, in complete confusion. Is this who I am meant to marry? The parents are huddled in the corner, whispering and point. This is a family friend?

"I-I was told that I was meant to be engaged? I mean-unless you're my promised?" She questioned, flustering over her words. She looked to her father who nodded as he looked at them.

"I was told this Jackson would be a good one for you."