Chapter seventeen

Chapter seventeen

The sight the Marquess first received after he made it through the doors was…well…

He would say it was expected, and not expected at the same time. It was expected for any couple to be wed in two weeks time, and certainly not expected for a lad like Philip.

The Duke lifted his face from Elizabeth's own and turned to Earl, forcing the anger he felt to show in his eyes. "Ever heard of knocking?" He inquired with a deadly arch of his brows.

Earl stood, arms crossed, his appearance as solemn as any formal Monarch should be. With the look on his face, it would be impossible to guess how much he wanted to strangle Philip.

And as he always did, he disguised every emotion with a smirk, "I never knock when you are involved because I'm pretty sure you won't be involved in anything…devious." He gave him a daring glare and continued, "But my my… Here you are rubbing faces with the Viscount's daughter even before you are wed. Give her a break Your Grace."

The Duke rolled his eyes