The next few hours, in the evening during supper Katherine decided to confront Caroline of taking her family's heirloom. Why would she do that? What right does she have to go into her chambers and take one of her properties? Katherine noticed Caroline standing at the other side of the dining room talking to her maid, Molly. She made her way towards them as slow as possible without creating a noise in the quiet dining room. Though she didn't look around, she knew Dane had guests to come have supper with him in the castle.At the head of the table sat Duke Dane, next to him on the other side were Sir Henry, and Lord Ethan who kept Dane and Henry company as they conversed. Lord Ethan was also a friend to Dane but not very close. Next to Lord Ethan sat his fiancee, Lady Charlotte and Sir William.The table was long enough to accommodate ten more people.They didn't notice Katherine's arrival as the men were too engrossed in their conversation.When Katherine got to Caroline's side, " Car
Caroline was in her room, sitting on a chair and in front of the dressing table mirror as she admired her flawless features. She reached up swiftly to pull out the jewelled comb and countless hairpins keeping her coiffure firmly in place. Slowly she picked up a tortoiseshell-backed hairbrush and began to draw it gently through the long black curls." Caroline, you can bring any man to his knees with your beauty. " She giggled in her thoughts.Her moment was soon to be distracted as a young lady with curly brown hair quickly entered the room. " My Lady, "Caroline frowned at the sudden interruption and was about to give her a lashing, but seeing the expression on her face she knew something was wrong and she was here to gossip about it to her." What is it? " She asked." You wouldn't believe what I just saw! I saw Katherine in the kitchen. " The young woman said, making Caroline frown, but after a while she started to laugh. Was this some kind of joke?" A woman of Katherine's social
" Denham Manor? And who is Carissa? " " Carissa Denham is betrothed to the prince. She would soon become a princess. " Abigail told Amelia.The following day.Amelia and Abigail were on their way to Denham Manor.Her green eyes looked outside the window, seeing the trees pass one after another as four horses pulled the carriage through the forest. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips that had turned dry. The air blew against her face. " It is a very different city from the one I'd seen when I just moved into Denham Manor. " She said to Abigail, who was sitting next to her in the carriage." I wonder what the city would be like in the future. " Abigail whispered." Old, quiet and secluded. That is how this city would be like in the future. " Amelia stated. " How come you look so young but know too much? " Something about Abigail conjured thoughts of sorcery and old magic. She seemed to know too much.Abigail smiled. " My great grandmother was a witch, so was my grandmother, and then
" J…Jacob" She thought.He had the same eyes as Jacob. His black hair was partitioned at the side and neatly combed. " My apologies for not looking ahead. " The man apologised in a deep voice, and Amelia stared at him. He looked so much like Jacob.Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she quickly composed herself and said. " I should have been careful. I thought I was the only one up here because I didn't see anyone. " She apologized.But then it wasn't just her who was staring. When her eyes fell back on his hands that had not let go of her, the man seemed to realize, and he quickly let go of her arms as if he had touched a burning iron. Was he disturbed by her?When he started walking, Amelia couldn't help herself but step as if she was giving him space, when in truth, the passage was wide enough to let more than five people pass at a time. The man disappeared without uttering another word. Amelia continued looking at where he had disappeared to.Whilst she was on the same floor
The rain was still falling. " George Denham. " Amelia stated. She didn't look surprised when Abigail told her because she already had a suspicion. No wonder Simon said those things. She could still remember his words after she had introduced herself. *If you are his wife, he couldn't have allowed you to come here* It was obvious that Dane didn't like the Denham family because of George's affair with his mother. " Yes. The Denhams are bound to cheat on their partners or have secret affairs. It runs in their blood. From generation to generation. " Abigail continued. Amelia gasped. It's just like a curse. So Jacob was bound to cheat on her even without her losing the baby. Losing the baby was just an excuse he used to justify his wrongdoing. He was following in his ancestor's footsteps. History was just repeating itself. The next morning. As soon as Amelia stepped out of her room, she noticed some movement to her right, and her gaze fell on a maid. She was just exiting Dane's apar
Amelia regretted the water incident once she was back in her chamber.The following day." I haven't been able to get another flashback of Katherine's memory ever since we went to the kitchen. " Amelia confessed.Abigail hummed, thoughtfully. "I believe that meeting the same people who were present at the same place and time as Duchess Katherine is the only method of getting Katherine's memories."Amelia smiled a little. "You're right. If I could get to the lake, I could find out what happened on the night Katherine died.""Indeed." Abigail agreed.Amelia went mute for a few seconds then announced. "I'm going tonight."A few hours later.Amelia got into her nightgown, a pale pink antron nightgown, and went out of the castle towards the lake.The moonlight shone down on the lake, reflecting off the surface and lighting everything up, making it so magical. So this was where Duchess Katherine's dead body was found by the guards. Amelia stood at the edge of the lake and watched the water
Dane dropped her on the bed and was just about to take his leave. Tears sprang to her eyes and she sat up, reaching out impulsively to him. "Stay with me, please…" He looked at her in surprise. " I don't have any time for this. I must go now. " He said and left. Amelia lowered her eyes for a moment. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. Abigail might have promised her of a life filled with romance but none of it was happening. What if she couldn't pull this off? Should she seduce Dane? Why was she suddenly feeling like this? She'd only fantasised about playing the seductress, a fantasy she played out in the quiet frustration of the hours when Jacob slept next to her. Was she actually able to put her top-secret thoughts into action? Could she go through those doors now and use virtually untested erotic tricks successfully upon a man like Duke Dane Barnard? Would he reject her like now? It is better to try than not trying. Her dwindling courage began to ebb away fast, but t
Dawn lightened the sky, and the room was cosy.Amelia's eyes flew open. For a moment she didn't know where she was, but then the memory returned. Dane. She finally had sex with him.Smiling, she could only lie there. Then she glanced through the dawn shining palely through the open window. She could vividly remember his touch, his kisses and also…the sex!!She gave a rueful smile when she turned to see the other side of the bed empty. A lover like Duke Dane Barnard was what every red-blooded girl wanted.The squeal of a horse sounded outside, and curiosity got the better of her, so she got up to see who it was. Dane just galloped out of the gate and to the village. Where was he going so early in the morning?At the front was the view from the village, showing how the battlements and towers rose above the surrounding trees and rooftops. The streets were narrow and cobbled, sometimes with buildings right in the middle of the carriageway, and the shops had bow windows. She could see the