February 3rd, 1763

I´m seriously getting married. I do not care for him; I do not know him. As much as I knew of his brother, the less I want to know of the younger one. How can he be any different from what his sibling exemplified through his own, short life!?
I loath the slightest thought of this upcoming union. Being sold off to a destiny one thought to have been spared of. Shall I have to be content with it? No fighting? I have no faith in You! - For all I tried to convince my parents, the more they are determined.