Gwen fidgeted on the couch in the drawing room and tried not to look as restless as she felt. This was to be a typical night at home with her husband, and she must learn to enjoy it.The word caught in her mind like a lump in her throat.Home. This was home, she told herself. The memory of the place that had been home was already becoming indistinct at the edges. She remembered much happiness, of course, and she missed her father and Lady Danbury, but she must not forgetthe rest of it and be grateful for what she now had. This room was comfortable and quite pleasant, now that it had been cleaned and aired. Warm and quiet and spacious and the sound of the rain outside was distant and comforting. She didnot have to empty the pan in the corner that caught drips from the hole in the roof, as she had at home. She was not sitting in a draught.And despite the prickle of sunburn on her nose, she was not bone tired from a day’s exertions and ready for bed.Strangely, that was part of the p
When she seated herself at breakfast, her husband was, as usual, working his way through a stack of letters. He glanced up and passed an elegant engraved card down the table to her.‘Did you sleep well?’ he inquired.‘Yes. Thank you.’ And it was yet another lie. She had tossed and turned all night. Thinking of him.If he was aware of her troubled mind as she drank her coffee, he concealed it well. ‘It seems we have been invited to our first ball. An old family friend. I am sure he and his wife are most eager to meet the new duchess. Please see to the response.’She stared blankly down at the invitation. ‘I suppose we must attend?’He glanced back at her, arching an eyebrow. ‘I am surprised, madam, that is not the response I expected from you. You are supposed to go into raptures at the chance to finally have a social life in this Godforsaken county.You will answer immediatelyin the affirmative, and then return to me at lunch to beg and sweet talk and cajole until I agree that you mu
He was lying in his grave again. Alive and struggling, although the mourners gathered around the hole and looked down at him as though nothing was wrong. Lord Archie leaned over him and laughed. And then he moved away and Authur heard tools digging into the earth, and felt the cold slap of the first pile of dirt as it hit him in the face.He coughed and muttered a weak ‘no’, spitting soil from his mouth. And when he looked up again, his mother was there, and Lucille, and they were the ones holding the shovels. And he heard the cutting noise again, as the metal blades dug in and stuck stones. And the earth, showering in on him faster than he could dodge. And it lay heavy on him as he tried to raise a hand to cover his face, struggling to keep his nose clear so he could breathe, his mouth clear so he could shout. And suddenly, Gwen was there, standing over him, leaning on her shovel and watching him struggle for air.He screamed, ‘Gwen! No!’But her face was dispassionate. ‘Why must you
She woke the next morning in a fog of confusion. Even before opening her eyes she realised that things were different. The smells were wrong. And she was warmer than she had been in her own cold white sheets.Then she remembered. And opened her eyes. He was already awake, leaning against one arm and smiling down at her. Outside the hangings of the bed she could hear the personal attendant moving around, readying to receive the duke‘Good morning,’ he whispered. ‘Did you sleep well?’‘Yes, thank you.’ She had, she realised, and the fact surprised her. She had been restless ever since coming here, and her easiest nights had been in the first weeks, when she’d,worked herself to exhaustion and fallen into bed. But last night, after forcing herself into his bed to grant his request,she’d found more peace than she’d felt in a long time. It seemed there was even less to be afraid of than she thought.‘And you? Did you sleep well?’He stretched and yawned. ‘That was the best night’s rest I’v
The butler appeared in no time, his back straight as a ramrod, she noticed with approval. She had done some goodhere, even if she would be more suited as a housekeeper than a great lady.‘John. I need servants. Six couples should be more than enough. And you. Pull them from their duties. The routine can wait. And anyone that can play a musical instrument. A fiddle, perhaps? Or we can hum, I suppose. They are to meet us in the ballroom. I am much out of practice when it comes to the dance, and fear I will crush her Grace’s toes, should I dance with her tonight.’ He smiled to give her confidence.‘A short rehearsal should be all that is needed.’John disappeared. And Authur frowned back at her.‘I am most disappointed in you, madam.’‘I’m sorry,’ she stammered. ‘My education is most woefully lacking in some things, but I will try…’‘In the future, when you find yourself in such a circumstance, you are to come to me immediately, and not work yourself in to a state over a trifle. We could
Parton supervised her dressing, which was just as well since Gwen was in such a state as to hardly know her own body.Every part of her felt new and tingling. The gown set off the emeralds. Her hair was piled high on her head and dressed with tiny diamond clips that sparkled in the firelight.When it was time to go, there was a knock on the front door of her room. Parton opened it and her husband stood, framed in the doorway, staring at her.She turned in a circle before him. When she faced him again, his eyes devoured her. ‘Magnificent.’ He complimented.‘Do I please you?’ She asked shyly‘Very much so.’ He took her hand and stroked it before bringing it to his lips. Then he escorted her to the carriage, handed her in and seated himself across from her.She glanced at the seat beside her and wondered why he chose to be so far away.As if reading her mind he answered, ‘Parton’s handiwork will be safer if I keep my distance from you, my dear.’‘In what way?’‘In the privacy of this car
Parton supervised her dressing, which was just as well since Gwen was in such a state as to hardly know her own body.Every part of her felt new and tingling. The gown set off the emeralds. Her hair was piled high on her head and dressed with tiny diamond clips that sparkled in the firelight.When it was time to go, there was a knock on the front door of her room. Parton opened it and her husband stood, framed in the doorway, staring at her.She turned in a circle before him. When she faced him again, his eyes devoured her. ‘Magnificent.’ He complimented.‘Do I please you?’ She asked shyly‘Very much so.’ He took her hand and stroked it before bringing it to his lips. Then he escorted her to the carriage, handed her in and seated himself across from her.She glanced at the seat beside her and wondered why he chose to be so far away.As if reading her mind he answered, ‘Parton’s handiwork will be safer if I keep my distance from you, my dear.’‘In what way?’‘In the privacy of this carr
Parton supervised her dressing, which was just as well since Gwen was in such a state as to hardly know her own body.Every part of her felt new and tingling. The gown set off the emeralds. Her hair was piled high on her head and dressed with tiny diamond clips that sparkled in the firelight.When it was time to go, there was a knock on the front door of her room. Parton opened it and her husband stood, framed in the doorway, staring at her.She turned in a circle before him. When she faced him again, his eyes devoured her. ‘Magnificent.’ He complimented.‘Do I please you?’ She asked shyly‘Very much so.’ He took her hand and stroked it before bringing it to his lips. Then he escorted her to the carriage, handed her in and seated himself across from her.She glanced at the seat beside her and wondered why he chose to be so far away.As if reading her mind he answered, ‘Parton’s handiwork will be safer if I keep my distance from you, my dear.’‘In what way?’‘In the privacy of this carr