Lydia looked at the mirror in her room looking at the mirror as she brushed her hair. The cold and imposing Lydia was no more in that warm gothic bedroom .
She was scared , scared of messing things up not for her sake or her power hungry father but rather for Mike . When she was young she had a dream of meeting a strong and galiant man who would sweep her away from her feet.
As she aged suitors started visiting her and most of them were always horny and when they were not they were easily intimidated by her intellect or her realm .
This made her desperate for attention which equated to becoming emotionally vulnerable. Then came a man that preyed on her until she was a shell of her empty self. It took years to recover and when she did , her hatred for men grew .
That was until she met Mike . Mike was honest and kind. His words were genuine with no sense of manipulation in them . He had a way with words that made anyone feel at home.