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Amaranta was in the prime of her youth, she was just about to turn sixteen and was already old enough to attend her first ball; She was the youngest of the Duke of Norlong's family, she was the last of the four daughters of that family and the one who had yet to marry and find her a suitable suitor, a matter that was not going to be very difficult, because Amaranta was a young redhead that stood out as soon as she arrived anywhere, with a delicate figure, deep blue eyes that stood out in her very white skin, made her a very attractive girl for the possible suitors, apart from her juicy dowry that accompanied her. But there was something that Amaranta's parents did not count on and that was that she was a young girl with a very strong personality and she was not going to marry any nobleman she did not want, they already knew it without asking her; both parents prayed to heaven that someone worthy of their daughter would come along who would be in accordance with their social and economic interests? Amaranta dreamed of her perfect prince, who would come to rescue her from that sad and boring confinement, she planned for her party to be the most beautiful and to study each one of the future gentlemen who wanted her hand, something good would have to come out of it, but to her liking. The preparations for the party were going fast, the decorations, the menu to offer to her important guests, the most popular nobles of England were going to attend, together with their children of marriageable age to meet Amaranta that day. Amaranta's mother had taken her to the best boutique in London and they had chosen a beautiful pearl colored dress, which made her look more ethereal, more out of this world, it allowed her to show a little of her white shoulders, she looked like an angel fallen from heaven, it reflected the purity made woman and that was the effect that her mother wanted to offer in her presentation to society. The day of the party arrived, everything was ready, the white tablecloths well arranged with the brilliant silverware, vases with beautiful flowers flooded the reception and ballroom; the servants came and went making the last minute arrangements; The first guests began to arrive and among them was the renowned son of the Count of Lanz, Sir Whillians, very popular for being a well-known Don Juan, author of certain scandalous stories involving many young women, who, seduced by him, were exposed to public scorn, with no future to get married. When Amaranta's parents saw him they could only gasp with anxiety, they knew they had to be on their guard against this young womanizer. Meanwhile, Amaranta was putting the finishing touches to her hairstyle with the help of her ladies-in-waiting. Soon she was going down the long spiral staircase that led to the room; everyone turned to see her descending, a minute of silence was made, it seemed to them that an angel was coming down, among them Sir Whillians who, hypnotized at once, was captivated by that beautiful image, he immediately looked for his father to be introduced to such a delicate flower, he was dying to shake her hand and then maybe dance. He waited a few moments and then he could be introduced; from that moment on Amaranta was very impressed by that beautiful young man, his bearing was very manly, impossible to miss. https://i10.glitter-graphics.org/pub/467/467980r81re9x9km.gif https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2022/12/05/18/22/woman-7637389_1280.jpg [Source/ Fuente](https://pixabay.com/es/illustrations/mujer-ni%c3%b1a-danza-baile-cantina-7637389/) https://i10.glitter-graphics.org/pub/467/467980r81re9x9km.gif From that moment on, Sir Whillians' goal was to conquer Amaranta, but she was already warned by her mother and knew that she could not put her reputation at stake with such a charming young man, if he was not going to offer her a real commitment, but deep inside she longed for those arms to take her and take her to the stars, she blushed when she had those crazy thoughts. In an oversight of her mother, Sir Willians took her by the arm gallantly and led her quickly towards the gardens, Amaranta could not react, but let herself be carried away... Once in the place, surrounded by tall bushes and beautiful flowers, Willians, without saying anything to her, proceeded to put his arms around her delicately and gave her a warm kiss, which little by little turned into a volcano of repressed passions, Amaranta, surprised, just let herself go, but when she felt faint, she reacted and moved away from him, with the little sanity she had left, but with her body trembling from experiencing those strange reactions in her body, but her principles and her will were stronger than the newly discovered desire; As soon as she caught her breath she told Sir Williams that he was a daring man and that if he wanted to enter into a relationship with her he should do it as expected, not like the furtive thieves, and she ran away. .. Sir Willians, accustomed to no woman refusing him, was bewildered, his senses exalted, but surely he wanted more of that sweet creature. In the whole evening they did not meet again, but for Sir Willians it was a torture, not to have that beautiful young woman near, from that moment Amaranta never left his mind..., the party ended, they said goodbye politely and from then on he could not see her again, but in the church accompanied by her mother who seemed like a hawk watching everything, she could not get very close. Then he paid one of Amaranta's ladies-in-waiting to meet her in secret.... But Amaranta did not attend the appointment, she knew that if she attended she would be lost, that she would not be able to resist those intoxicating desires she felt that night, she would be lost among her desires, so she reluctantly declined the invitation. Besides, if he really loved her he would come as he should, with her father to ask for her hand, if not she was not going to join his list of girls in love and abandoned after he got bored, she would be different. Sir Whillians, tormented by this new feeling, could not be indifferent, although he tried to forget her with other women, none of them made him feel what Amaranta did... He was already convinced that she was the woman of his life, but it cost him many sleepless nights and many parties that were no longer the same for him, nothing made sense anymore. Then, terribly in love, he fell into Amaranta's arms, certain that he would never want to leave. 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Amaranta estaba en la flor de la juventud, apenas iba a cumplir dieciséis años, ya estaba en edad de asistir a su primer baile; era la menor de la familia del duque de Norlong, era la última de las cuatro hijas de esa familia y la que faltaba por casarse y buscarle un pretendiente apto, cuestión que no se les iba a hacer muy difícil, pues Amaranta era una joven pelirroja que resaltaba nada más llegar a cualquier lugar, con una delicada figura, unos profundos ojos azules que resaltaban en su blanquísima piel, hacían de ella una chica muy apetecible para los posibles pretendientes, aparte de su jugosa dote que la acompañaba. Pero había algo con lo que no contaban los padres de Amaranta y era que ella era una jovencita con una personalidad bastante fuerte y no se iba a dejar casar con cualquier noble que ella no quisiera, ya lo sabían sin preguntárselo; ambos padres le pedían al cielo que llegara alguien digno de su hija y que fuera acorde a sus intereses sociales y económicos... Amaranta por su parte soñaba con su perfecto príncipe, que viniera a rescatarla de aquel triste y aburrido encierro, planeaba para su fiesta ser la más hermosa y estudiar a cada uno de los futuros caballeros que pretendieran su mano, algo bueno tendría que salir de allí, pero a su gusto. Los preparativos de la fiesta iban velozmente, las decoraciones, el menú a ofrecer a sus importantes invitados, iba a asistir los más populares nobles de Inglaterra, junto a sus hijos en edad, casadera a conocer a Amaranta ese día. La madre de Amaranta la había llevado a la mejor boutique de Londres y habían escogido un hermoso vestido color perla, que la hacía ver más etérea, más fuera de este mundo, le permitía mostrar un poco sus blancos hombros, parecía un ángel caído del cielo, reflejaba la pureza hecha mujer y ese era el efecto que su madre quería ofrecer en su presentación a la sociedad. Llego el día de la fiesta, todo estaba en su punto, los blancos manteles bien dispuestos junto a la brillante platería, jarrones con bellas flores inundaban el salón de recepción y de baile; los sirvientes iban y venían haciendo los arreglos de último momento; empezaron a llegar los primeros invitados y entre ellos iba el reconocido hijo del Conde de Lanz, Sir Whillians muy popular por ser un conocido don Juan, autor de ciertas escandalosas historias que involucraban a muchas jóvenes mujeres, quienes seducidas por este quedaban expuestas al escarnio público, sin futuro para lograr casarse. Cuando los padres de Amaranta lo vieron no pudieron más que respirar con ansiedad, sabían que tenían que estar alerta con este joven mujeriego. Mientras tanto, Amaranta, estaba dándose los últimos toques a su peinado con la ayuda de sus damas de compañía. Pronto fue bajando por la larga de caracol que daba hacia la estancia; todos voltearon al verla descender, un minuto de silencio se hizo, les parecía que un ángel venía descendiendo, entre ellos Sir Whillians quien hipnotizado de una vez se quedó prendado de esa bella imagen, enseguida buscó a su padre para que le presentara a tan delicada flor, moría de las ganas de poder estrechar su mano y después quizás bailar. Espero unos instantes y luego pudo ser presentado; desde ese momento Amaranta quedo muy impresionada ante aquel bello joven, su porte era muy varonil, imposible no verlo. Desde ese momento, la meta de Sir Whillians, fue conquistar a Amaranta, pero está ya advertida por su madre sabia que no podía poner en juego su reputación con tan encantador joven, si este no le iba a ofrecer un verdadero compromiso, pero muy en su interior añoraba que aquellos brazos la tomaran y la trasladaran a las estrellas, se sonrojaba al tener aquellos alocados pensamientos. En un descuido de su madre, Sir Willians la tomo por el brazo galantemente y la condujo rápidamente hacia los jardines, Amaranta no pudo reaccionar, sino dejarse llevar... Ya en el lugar, rodeados de altos arbustos y bellas flores Willians sin decirle nada, procedió a rodearla con sus brazos delicadamente y le dio un cálido beso, que poco a poco se fue convirtiendo en un volcán de pasiones reprimidas, Amaranta sorprendida solo se dejó llevar, pero cuando ya se sentía desfallecer, reacciono y se alejó de él, con la poca cordura que le quedaba, pero con el cuerpo temblando por experimentar aquellas extrañas reacciones en su cuerpo, pero pudo más sus principios, su voluntad que el deseo recién descubierto; apenas al tomar aliento le dijo a Sir Willians, que era un atrevido y que si él quería entablar una relación con ella debía hacerlo como se esperaba, no como los ladrones furtivos y se retiró corriendo... Sir Willians acostumbrado a que ninguna mujer se le negara, quedo desconcertado, con los sentidos exaltados, pero seguro que quería más de aquella dulce criatura. En toda la velada no se volvieron a encontrar, pero para Sir Willians era una tortura, no tener cerca a aquella bella joven, desde ese instante Amaranta no salió más de su mente..., termino la fiesta, se despidieron cortésmente y de allí en adelante no pudo verla más, sino en la iglesia acompañada de su madre que parecía un halcón pendiente de todo, no se podía acercar mucho. Entonces le pago a una de las damas de compañía de Amaranta citándola en secreto... Pero Amaranta, no asistió a la cita, sabía que si asistía estaría perdida, que no podría resistir esos embriagadores deseos que sintió esa noche, estaría extraviada entre sus deseos, así que a su pesar declino la invitación. Además, si él en verdad la quería vendría como debe ser, con su padre a pedir su mano, si no era así no iba a sumarse a su lista de chicas enamoradas y abandonadas luego de que él se aburriera, ella sería diferente. Sir Whillians atormentado ante aquel nuevo sentimiento, no podía hacerse el indiferente, aunque trato de olvidarla con otras mujeres, ninguna le hacía sentir lo que Amaranta... Desmejorado y delgado, se vio en la necesidad de pedirle a su padre que le acompañara a pedir la mano de Amaranta en matrimonio, ya estaba convencido de que era la mujer de su vida, pero le costó muchas noches de insomnio y de muchas fiestas que ya no eran lo mismo para él, ya nada tenía sentido. Entonces, terriblemente enamorado, llego a los brazos de Amaranta, seguro de que de allí no querría salir jamás. El Cazador terminó felizmente cazado.

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