Chapter Fifty-One

Two months later, Early December

“I'd carry you across the doorway, but I don't think that's a good idea,” Freddie said as he hobbled up to the doorway of the castle. His crutches crunched slightly on the white crushed gravel.

“That's only when you get married,” I told him. “So you have time.”

I winked at him. He grinned at me.

We'd already spent two weeks at his mother's castle. Freddie was slowly on the mend, but doing well. It would be weeks yet before he no longer needed the crutches. Femur fractures take a long time to heal.

I wasn't in a rush though. He was officially on vacation.

And we were going to enjoy it at his castle.

Freddie's castle was stunning. It was bigger than his mother's, but more modern. Freddie's castle was only built in 1831, making it one of the newer castles of the country. The Romantic architecture made me think of Pride and Prejudice. I could easily imagine Mr. Darcy striding across the perfectly kept hedges.

Inside, the massive hallway was breathtaking. W