Not Planned

*Disclaimer* I don't own Final Fantasy 8 or anything else that put down here

* This is an alternate world, set back in times of Lords and Milady's*

Chapter One:: The Arrangement

" You would share your money with a beauty fool?"

" That's the way it's always been with men of power"

" Yes, but it also times will and must change.."

Lord Caraway paced the room, biting his fist thinking hard. He was in a terrible situation now, his money gone, from past debts. His only chance to return to his noble life, was to marry one of his daughter's to a noble. It was not as easy as it sounded though, Lord Caraway had two daughters, the one that he wanted to give to the Loire family had left the household, against her father's wishes. Now, the only daughter left was Rinoa Heartily who refused to bear his fathers name, for the mistreatment she received, because Lord Caraway had loved his wife dearly, and when she died giving birth to Rinoa, he would never allow himself to forgive her. So her entire life, she was discarded, sent away to schools, for reading, writing, and learning the proper way of a lady. Rinoa had returned last fall, and she was spending most of her time in the library, with her books. Lord Caraway didn't mind this, they never spoke to each other, unless guests were over, and he had to introduce her to them. Otherwise then that, they never ate with each other, never spoke to each other. Giving her away was the easy part, conceiving the Loire family to have her, might take a little wit. The rumor floating around the nobles was that Lord Loire was not a very smart man. Another rumor for the Loire family was the only reason, he was picking up the pace, of finding a wife for his only son, was that the son was a little bit of a playboy, and his father didn't want him to ruin the name. This of course was rumored, but even rumors had a bit of the truth, Caraway ignored this, he was happy enough to be getting money, and getting rid of his burden. He didn't car if his daughter was being passed away to a playboy, as long as she was passed away. A knock came from the door, Lord Caraway turned looking toward it.

"Enter.." He answered moving out from behind the couch, the door opened slightly, and a young man stood there, tall and broad shoulder. His hair was brown and slightly out of control, his eyes looked like a blue pale sort of color, but what was most interesting about the man's appearance was the scar on his face. Lord Caraway waved his hand toward a chair indicting for him to take a seat, the man bowed his head, and sat down across from Lord Caraway. The two men shook each other's hand, then they leaned back into their chairs.

" I don't believe I've had the pleasure, I am Lord Caraway.." Caraway nodded, looking at the younger man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Caraway, I am Sir Squall Leonhart." Squall nodded looking around the room quickly.

"Do you want something to smoke, or some brandy?" Caraway offered, the younger man shook his head slightly. Caraway nodded slightly.

" Well, I will offer my daughter's hand in marriage to you, Sir Loire.." Caraway cleared his throat slightly looking at the man, forgetting already that the man's last name was different then his fathers.

"Please address me as, Sir Leonhart, I do not want to bear my fathers name any longer." the man said, his voice was cold. Caraway raised his eyebrows slightly, shocked at this comment, but deciding to let it go. He nodded slightly. Squall nodded and spoke again.

"I accept your offer, Lord Caraway, and in return you will be rewarded for your kindness, and your daughters hand in marriage." He nodded slightly standing up, Caraway stood up with him sticking out his hand once more.

"I have a feeling great things will come from this, Congratulations. Now, I shall introduce you to your future wife." Caraway finished as the door opened once more, and Lord Loire stepped in, looking at each man.

"Did everything go as planned? Is the marriage accepted?" Loire asked quickly, looking between the two. Squall stepped forward, staring hard at his father.

"Yes, Sir, as you wished, I am getting married.. Lord Caraway has been very generous." He finished nodding toward Caraway.

"Very well, my son.. Shall we go met your wife?" Loire asked his son, who sighed slightly and nodded. The three men moved from the den toward the library. Lord Caraway entered first, looking around for his daughter, he spotted her sitting in a chair, her face dug into a book, he moved toward her, standing in front of her. He had to clear his throat many times to get her attention, she glanced up at him.

"Yes. Father.." She added slowly, tilting her head to the side.

"We have company, on your feet, and please fix yourself up.." He answered, and moved back toward the door. Rinoa stood up waiting for the guests, the men entered, and approached her. She noticed that two of the men, looked slightly alike, must be father and son. The younger man, was quite handsome, he had unruly brown hair, and deep blue and gray colored eyes, but what struck her slightly was the scar on his face. She curtsied, and the men bowed. Lord Caraway cleared his throat slightly and nodded his head.

"This is my daughter, Lady Rinoa Heartily.." He added quickly, hoping that they do not dwell on the last part of her name. The men glanced from Caraway then to Rinoa looking confused, but not wanting to make either one of them uncomfortable

"Rinoa, this is your future husband, Lord..." Caraway started, but once again forgetting Squall's name.

"Lord Squall Leonhart." Squall finished looking slightly annoyed, and then he glanced from Caraway to his daughter. Squall sighed slightly, looking at her, she was shorter then him, by a head. With raven black hair, and brown eyes. She wasn't dull, she was very attractive. At least that was something he could look forward to, but then again, marrying a compete stranger wasn't what he wanted. But he was powerless now, his father was forcing him, some how a rumor had started that he was a play boy, which was only half true, well completely true, but just cause he wanted to have some fun, and now his punishment was to be tied down, like a horse, to a women, he had never even talked to. No. Squall thought to himself quickly, I will not be tied down, I can keep my entertainment from the bar maids, and other mistresses, my title, land will be hers, but not my bed. Squall smirked slightly at this new discovery, he was very smug with himself.

Rinoa Heartily heard, but didn't understand. Her future husband? Someone she never talked to before, someone who was looking at her, like it was killing her. Her father was watching her carefully now, her guess was that he was making sure, she didn't responded in any way to embrassed him anymore then she supposable had. Rinoa sighed slightly, biting her lip, remembering her manners, and curtsied again, this time a little more forcefully as she stared at the man soon to be her husband.

"Well.." The other man, Rinoa had guessed to be the father, looked at Caraway and nodded toward the door.

"Yes, we shall leave you two alone, to get to know each other better." Caraway nodded leaving the room, closely followed by Loire. Squall and Rinoa looked at each other, Rinoa slowly sat down in her chair, staring straight ahead of her. She felt like someone had just run her over with a carriage. The shock hadn't worn off yet, and the man before her was pacing around, looking pleased with himself.

" I'm sorry this is rushed." Squall said after a few minutes, Rinoa looked toward him sighing slightly, then looking down.

" Do not worry about it my lord.." Rinoa answered dully.

"Squall.." He answered looking toward her.

"Yes, Squall.." She fiddled with her dress, keeping her eyes down. Squall lingered in front of her.

" We will leave tomorrow at day break, unless you require more time.." Squall asked, but he wasn't really asking, he could force her to go with him, he could force her to do anything he wanted, well almost anything.

" No, I shall be ready for the trip, how long will it take?" Rinoa asked, still not looking up. Squall was slightly annoyed about this, his wife should learn the manners of speaking to someone, keeping direct eye contact was important.

" 3 or 4 days, my guess is, if the weather stays fair." Squall answered looking outside toward the sky. Rinoa looked up toward him now, then stood up, curtsying politely.

"I shall go pack now, Good night Squall." And with that Rinoa left the library heading toward her room.

The next day, Rinoa dressed in riding gear, boots that went up to her mid thigh, some spilt skirts, black leather gloves, and a green cloak. She was pulling her last glove on when she appeared out of the castle she use to call home. She walked toward Squall and her father. She stopped in front of her father, who stepped toward her, and hugged her slightly, and let go of her faster then he had pulled her close. Then he walked away, out of her life forever. This didn't bring her spirits down, not one bit. She wasn't accepting some big emotion climax with him, he of course, had planned her, her entire life for something she could do nothing about, and something she had not done purposely. She moved toward Squall and his servants, who stepped forward forming a line. Squall walked around from behind his giant black horse, looking from Rinoa to the servants.

"These are my servants, from left to right. This blonde man's name is Zell, the man next to him is Irivine, and the young lady is Quistis." He looked toward Rinoa, who curtsied, the servants returned the gesture. Rinoa nodded slightly stepped forward toward the only horse that didn't have a rider, or belongings on it. She grabbed the saddle, preparing herself to pull herself up into it. Squall rushed to her , placing his hands on her waist.

"Let me help you." He said quickly. Rinoa firmly shook his grasp from her, pulling herself into the saddle, looking down at him, with quite triumph.

"I can manage thank you." She said briskly, kicking the horse slightly, as it moved forward. The servants glanced at each other, looking slightly shocked, and embarrassed. Squall looked after Rinoa, looking annoyed and embarrassed. He grumbled looking at his servants and lifted himself into his saddle. The 5 of them traveled north heading toward the Leonhart household. Rinoa glanced back, frowning watching her old home disappear from sight.

End of chapter one, tell me if you like or hate it! I won't go on unless I know...