Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 2

Now that his legs were useless, Honora’s parents were naturally reluctant to marry their daughter to him. But the Palmers were the most powerful family in Regal City, and the Judsons couldn't bear to lose the alliance. Their solution was to have their biological daughter marry him in Honora’s place.

Larissa cut straight to the point. “It’s just strange, isn’t it? The moment you’re disabled, my birth parents suddenly find me, ready to have me step in for their precious adopted daughter.” She gave a short, bitter laugh. “It seems they’ve known about me all along. I just wasn’t valuable enough for them to bother bringing me home.”

Haskell didn’t try to sugarcoat it. “I believe so.”

Larissa’s smile turned cold. If that was true, her birth parents had hearts of stone.

Still, one thing puzzled her.

“If you already know the Judsons’ intentions, why not just call off the engagement? Why walk right into their trap?”

“I had you investigated,” Haskell admitted openly. “You’re a healer, famous in the villages around here. I heard you’ve cured numerous difficult illnesses with unconventional methods. For the past month, I’ve had the best doctors in the country examine my legs, and none of them could help. So, I decided to come here myself to see if marrying you would be a trap… or a blessing.”

Larissa found the man refreshingly honest. She shrugged. “Well, now you’ve seen me. Just a wild country girl my own parents clearly don’t want. Are you sure you want to marry a cast-off pawn like me?”

Haskell’s gaze was steady and focused.

At first glance, she wasn’t dazzling. Her skin was sun-kissed, not pale and delicate like the sheltered socialites, which gave her an air of vibrant energy. But on closer inspection, her features were exquisite. Her eyes, in particular, were bright and clear, holding the resilience of a wildflower.

His expression held no disrespect, only sincerity. “Yes. After meeting you, I’m certain I want to marry you. The question is whether you’re willing to give me that chance.”

Larissa studied his handsome face. He was undeniably striking, with features so chiseled and a profile so sharp that he would stand out in any crowd. But what was most impressive was that despite the devastating injury, his eyes were clear, devoid of despair or bitterness.

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