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[1x1] Matched Together

Ezra shook her head and turned heading down the hallway ignoring his arm. "Maybe if you'd have actually offered your arm, I would have taken it. I don't take kindly to being told what to do all the time. Grandfather tries that too often." She adjusted her makeshift belt, making sure the rope was nice and tight holding up her pants. She stuffed her hands into her pockets.
 
Henry wrinkled his nose. "Do I really have to ask? I mean, it should be obvious that you have to hang onto my arm. If you don't, you'll get in trouble with my grandfather and I'll get in trouble with my parents. Do you really want to risk that just because I didn't ask you?" he questioned her, following her along the hallway.
 
Ezra halted in her tracks and turned around. "Threatening me isn't going to get me to hold your arm. Stop insulting me about manners when you don't even know the definition." She stated clearly. "If you want to make threats- I've got a fist that's ready to connect with your swollen nose." she gripped her hand into a fist. "Would you like to try again?"
 
Henry took a step back, eyes widening when Ezra spoke and even sounded a bit threatening. What a fiery red head she was. "Jeez, I wasn't trying to insult you! Calm down. You're too sensitive. I wasn't trying to make you mad. But yes, I would like to try this again as long as you don't intend to punch me in the nose with that fist you're making."
 
Ezra nodded. "I have every intention of punching you if you make the wrong move." she pulled her sleeves down over her hands. "And I'm not too sensitive. You're just a prick." she pointed at him expecting him to be up for a fight, but he seemed to be backing down. Her expression slowly turned from one of anger to one of confusion. "You aren't going to fight back?"
 
A prick? Did she really just call him a prick? Henry was surprised. He had never heard a woman speak like that before. "Of course I'm not going to fight back. A gentleman does not hit a lady, and don't you dare say I have nothing to worry about then. If I laid a hand on you, my parents would be horrified, and I'd be punished beyond all belief. So hit me if you wish, but I'd rather you just take my arm so we can go into the dining area and greet our families, if you please." He folded his arms behind his back for a moment, as if to further prove that he wasn't going to hit her. He didn't know why she wanted to pick a fight with him so badly. He had never seen a lady who wanted to do that before.
 
Ezra wasn't sure how to react. She had never encountered anyone who lowered there guard so quickly. She was used to everyone being out to get her. "When did I turn into a lady?" she asked. "You didn't think me much of a lady when we first met. You weren't too prone on holding back when I was covered in dirt." she stated unable to figure out the boy in front of her.
 
"I didn't exacty hurt you though, did I? I threw mud at you. Throwing mud at you is different than attacking you. Besides, I'm supposed to treat you even better now since you're my fiancee. I may slip up now and again, but I still have to try," Henry replied with a sigh. He offered his arm to her. "Would you kindly do me the honor of walking with me?" He paused and then smirked. "See? I do know how to act like a gentleman sometimes."
 
Ezra took hold of his arm reluctantly. "Does a gentleman brag all the time about the fact that he is a gentleman? Does he complain about getting in trouble? Oh, does a gentlemen have to be convinced by his father in order to attend breakfast with his fiancé?"
 
Henry frowned hearing her comments about a gentleman. "A gentleman does not brag about being a gentleman, but will--on some occasions--talk about it more if it will require some work to get his fiancee to believe he is one, or at least can work to become one." He started to walk along, scratching at his face. The side of his face began to turn puffy and red. Maybe it had been a bad idea to try and eat those peanuts earlier. "But yes, I'm afraid to admit, my father did have to convince me to go to breakfast. That doesn't make me any less of a gentleman, but it might make me a bit of a... coward," he admitted.
 
Ezra fell silent as they walked into the dining room. She dropped his arm and plopped down in a seat looking at the table. She brushed her untamed hair from her face looking over the food. It was strange not to have to worry about her next meal. She didn't think she would ever get used to this place and all the stability. She wasn't sure she wanted too. Not if it turned you into the people she was surrounded by. She turned to Henry and whispered into his ear. "Cowards are the ones that don't fight back."
 
Henry walked silently along as well, saying nothing until they arrived at the dining area. He greated his parents, as well as Ezra's grandfather, before taking a seat. He gripped hard onto his napkin when he heard Ezra whisper into his ear. Well, she could say what she wanted to about him, but that didn't mean he had to fight back against her. Maybe he would verbally, but never physically. He didn't reply to Ezra, remaining silent until Earl spoke.


"So, my dear granddaughter, how did you enjoy your first night here?"


Henry stayed quiet when the man spoke, still scratching at the side of his face. It felt as if the rash on him was getting worse. He hoped nobody would point it out.
 
Ezra stuffed a few forkfuls of food into her mouth before looking up at Earl. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve before answering. "I don't think the way I sleep is any of your business." she frowned at him before turning her head down to face her meal. She fell silent not caring to know how anyone else spent their night. All she cared about was filling her stomach before she had to leave.
 
The eyes on the faces of Henry's parents widened in surprise at Ezra's comment to her grandfather, and they looked to each other. Earl scoffed. "Insolent child. Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young lady." The old man wondered why she had spoken like that. She seemed to be doing just fine yesterday when they had arrived. Had she forgotten her manners so soon?


"I apologize for the behavior of my granddaughter. She must still be tired from yesterday," Earl said to the Marzons.


"No need to apologize," Henry's father said to the man. "Perhaps she is just upset that our son was a bit rude to her this morning by failing to make it here right away. Is that what's bothering you, Lady Ezra?"


Henry blinked and quickly glanced to Ezra with wide eyes. He gave her a look that said: Don't agree with him. I'll only get in trouble! He wasn't sure how she would reply though.
 
Ezra lifted her head dropping her fork into her food. "No, your son not showing up to greet me in the morning doesn't concern me at all. How have you all forgotten so soon that my parents just died?" she pushed her plate away leaning back in her chair. She brushed her fingers over her pants taking in a deep breath in order to calm herself down.
 
Henry slumped back in his chair, a bit relieved that Ezra didn't point to him as the culprit for making her upset. He glanced to Earl who furrowed his brows. "Well that is no excuse to speak out, young lady. You wouldn't want to offend our guests."


"We're not offended," Mrs. Marzon replied. "We understand she suffered a great loss. She can take all the time she needs to recover. Even if that means she wants to postpone a few of the activities we have planned to help her get to know our son."


Earl scratched the side of his face. "Hm, well I'll leave that up to Ezra." He glanced to her. "Would you like to postpone those activities, or do you feel you could handle them today?"
 
Ezra turned to face Henry. "No, I don't want to postpone anything. I can handle it. Can everyone stop tip toeing around like I'm made of glass?" she complained. She scratched at the table looking down.
 
"Hmph, with your continuous outbursts, you shouldn't be surprised they're trying to tip-toe around you," Earl said, glancing down at his plate and finally starting to eat his breakfast.


"We don't mean to tip-toe around you, dear, we're just trying to help. If there's ever anything we can do for you, just ask. But for now, let's all eat breakfast, shall we? We can speak of our plans for the day after we're close to being finished," said Mrs. Marzon.


When his parents and Earl began to eat breakfast, Henry stood up and spoke in a raspy voice, holding onto his throat. "May I be excused?" He didn't even wait for them to approve of him leaving before rushing out out a door to get some air. He could feel his throat closing up a bit, his allergic reaction from the peanut finally coming on at full force.
 
Ezra lifted her head surprised by Henry's actions. She stood up watching him leave the room. "Henry are you alright?" she called after him before walking out behind him. "Henry?" she asked trying to catch up. "Henry?"
 
Fumbling with the door in front of him, Henry threw it open after a moment and rushed outside. It was the same area Ezra had used to exit last night when they had been having dinner. He began to wheeze a bit, struggling to try and breathe. Hearing his name being called, he whirled around and saw Ezra running after him. When she caught up, he gripped into her and and his eyes widened with a look of distress on his face. He opened his mouth to try and tell her what was wrong, but he couldn't speak. He never remembered his allergies being this bad before! Henry continued to just stare at Ezra and shake her arms, unsure how to communicate his distress.
 
Ezra stared at Henry trying to pull out of his grip before realizing what was wrong. "Do you know where a doctor is?" she asked not sure how to get him help. She thought about returning to the group they had left and asking, but he probably didn't want them to know which is why he stormed out. She wasn't sure if she should go tell a servant. She decided to use one yes or no question at a time.
 
"Do you know where a doctor is?" Henry heard Ezra ask him before letting her go. He staggered back and nodded before going to sit on the ground. He pointed toward the door a couple times, urging her to go look for a doctor since he couldn't tell her where one was


After a moment, however, Henry's father came after then and stood in the doorway. "What in the world is going on?" he asked.
 
Ezra looked between the two of them before answering his question. "He needs a doctor." she stated quickly, the words quickly falling from her mouth. She shifted her weight from foot to foot not sure of what to do. If something like this happened to a kid on the street it meant they were dead. A doctor wouldn't help a street urchin. He knew they had no way of payment.
 
Henry's father raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at Ezra. "Does he now? So he's convinced you of his little charade too? Lady Ezra, he was playing sick this morning. I wouldn't believe a word he's telling you," the man said. He began to walk closer to Henry and gripped his son by the ear. The man gave his ear a tug before he began to pull him toward the door. Henry's eyes were wide. His father didn't believe him! He hoped Ezra could shake some sense into him quickly--because she seemed to be good at doing that. The young man most certainly didn't want to suffocate!
 
Ezra raced after Henry and his father. "Are you callin' me stupid? I think I would know if someone is pulling a fast one on me and I certainly know what it looks like when someone can't breath. If you're calling me a liar then we have another problem that needs to be solved right now." she spat out making her point clear. "Now, if you're not going to be a gentle men and help me. I'll find a doctor on my own, but if your son dies it ain't on me. Ya hear me?"
 

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