"She'll be down any moment now, Your Grace." Mr. Brown said and Edward nodded, straightening his stance and doing his best to ignore the curious gaze of the priest. The day was far spent and eve was far approaching. He had agreed to his butler's demand to crank open a drape and allow some natural light into the room. As a result of this, the room seemed airier and more open, the dark paneled walls gleaming and the brass handles of the large door shone as a result of daily polishing.
The room had been his father's, and his father's father before that, extending down to a long generation of men whose tales were still being passed down. All the men of Snowshill had spent considerable time in the study, only modifying it to suit individual tastes. When Edward came back from the war a broken and scarred man, he had taken over the affairs of the family in which he was the head and his only contribution to the study had been to lower the drapes.
The ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece was the only sound that could be heard in the room, and although it seemed loud, it wasn't loud enough to disrupt his thoughts which had a tendency to grow deep.
He may have reluctantly acquiesced to opening a drape, but no more than one. All the drapes close to him were still lowered and it gave him a kind of sick relief to know that his bride-to-be wouldn't run out of the study, screaming at the top of her lungs. Or worse, crumble into a faint. He may have seen the horrors of life and had been become quite adept at handling them, but he still had no idea what to do when presented with a fainting lady.
Would he have to run about in search of smelling salts? Or would he have to shake her vigorously the way he remembered his aunt doing when one of his cousins had fainted at the sight of blood?
Sighing inaudibly, he looked at the lowered drape closest to him and from the time on the wall, he knew what he would see if the drapes were opened.
The English weather was notorious for its horrible nature, but it was incredibly fairer here at the countryside than it was in London. He had spent enough years here and still had memories of how it had felt to traipse through the countryside in the evening, lazily gazing at the sky with its wide array of colors and textures, the sky taking on a warm, golden hue. The clouds were often scattered around the sky and they themselves would begin to turn shades of pink and purple as the light fades. On the days he stayed out till nightfall, the sky would darken, and stars would twinkle overhead.
His thoughts trailed off with a heavy realization that he hadn't been under the sun for what seemed like ages. He never thought he would miss it but he was mistaken.
"She's coming down the stairs, Your Grace" Mr. Brown announces from his position at the threshold, the doors wide open to usher in who would be the Lady of the Manor. Truly, he heard commotion as maids walked past, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. He understood their excitement. It had been long since anything remotely exciting had happened here in Snowshill Manor.
Everybody in the room straightened their already stiff postures and even the priest smoothed an invisible wrinkle from his robe.
The thought of the priest's robe reminded Edward of his own dressing and he held back a chuckle at how excited Mr. Brown, who doubled as his valet, had been at the prospect of getting the Duke dressed up. Left to Edward, he would have been comfortable and content with a waistcoat and trouser. After all, his bride wouldn't even get a good view of him.
Mr. Brown had quietly refuted and had set out a complete gentleman's outfit, a type fit for a visit to the king and although Edward valued his comfort above all else, he had learned to choose his battles wisely.
It was because of that reason he found himself outfitted in a tailored coat made out of finest wool and in a deep green colour which also featured a tail at the back. The coat was cut high at the waist to emphasize the broad shoulders and narrow waistline that Mr. Brown swore was the height of fashion.waistcoat, trousers, shoes. He paired that with a waistcoat made of silk and which featured a deep V-neck and was buttoned all the way to the neck. The trouser was made of excellent wool material and was held up by suspenders. Mr. Brown had then proceeded to attempt to choke him with a intricately tied cravat that was cutting off his air supply. Shoes were the last on the list and Edward had narrowly escaped being outfitted with a top hat and a cane.
In the end, he rather felt like a peacock strutted out to show off his feathers for the entertainment of others. He barely restrained himself from dragging at the cursed cravat and was waiting with bated breath to be done with the entire ceremony.
The sound of approaching footsteps grew closer and in no time, Emily strutted into the room, a vision in deep green silk and ruffles, the dress succeeding in making her look even more delectable than he thought a woman should look. Her hair was arranged in an intricate design and some curls were left to artfully frame her face.
Oh well, there's the explanation for the one hour the priest has had to wait. Edward understood that he shouldn't have expected her to get ready in such a record time, but it was a good thing that the priest had time to spare.
All the men in the room bowed and Edward bent at his waist for a few seconds, lifting himself to appraise the way her eyes flit about the room nervously, looking as wide-eyed as a doe.
Oh, it was a terrible thing that he would never be able to make her his wife in every sense.
Emily's eyes ran over the room and the still-bent figures of most of the men in the room. Mr. Brown and who she figured was the priest were overshadowed by the man who was now gazing intently at her, the one part of his face that she could see fixed on her and his expression pensive and --- dare she say, hungry.His bow had been the shortest of them all and for what seemed like ages but was probably a handful of seconds, they stared at each other. She could imagine how she looked. She felt like a deer caught in headlights and was unsure of what exactly was going on.She knew that her fear and uncertainty must have shown in her face as the now-straightened priest looked at her with an expression akin to pity on his weathered face."Miss Dewhurst," her betrothed broke the silence, "meet the priest. Father Benjamin will wed us."She swallowed reflexively and turned to the priest to curtsy but he instead clasped her hands in his."I apologize for keeping you waiting, sir."He smiled, the
Edward crept into his own house. He felt more like an errant teenager that was returning home too late from a night out with friends than the lord of a manor and a member of the king's parliament.All this because he didn't want to risk Emily to see him when he was least prepared. He knew that she'd be angry. And for a good reason because he was basically traumatizing the poor girl with a rushed marriage and he didn't show up for what would have been their first meal together as a married couple. He only hoped she wasn't the type of person that would destroy everything in her path when she got angry.He was about to start climbing the stairs when Mr. Brown appeared like an apparition on the top of the stairs, startling Edward."Blast it, Albert!" Edward said, his eyes slightly widened in surprise."Welcome, Your Grace," he said quietly, seeming to realize that his master wouldn't care much for loudness. He also chose to ignore the fact that his Lord had called him by his Christian nam
Emily woke up the next morning disoriented and tired from crying. Her head felt groggy and her muscles felt weak with exhaustion. The maids had finally lit a fire in the hearth and the room was warm and comfortable.Sitting up in bed, she contemplated staying in bed all day but decided against the idea. She slid off the bed and slipped her feet into comfortable shoes before moving to the window where she opened the drapes. The room was awash with soft light, and she stared out the window with her hands wrapped around herself.From her window, she had a perfect view of the well-kept yard and the trimmed flowers that decorated it. It was a beautiful sight and one she was glad she would be able to view everyday.Everyday.She was now a married woman. The thought which had previously filled her with glee when she fantasized about living with George as his wife, had now turned sour as she was presented with the man who was now her husband.Her thoughts slipped to the previous night where h
Emily descended the stairs slowly, her eyes already adjusting to the darkness of the manor. Her body was itching with the us to bring a lot more light into the darkened interior, but that would have to wait. She must first formally introduce herself to the staff.At the bottom of the elegantly curved stairs, a group of people gathered. As she got closer to them, she saw that they were all outfitted differently. A few of them wore caps on their heads, indicating that they worked in the kitchens, and a few other were dressed in heavy work clothes and high boots. She thought that those ones must work in the lands or stables. She had heard the whinnying of horses from her room and thus knew that His Grace had horses."Good morning, Your Grace," chorused all around her as they all dropped into low curtsies. She was taken aback by the title for a minute before remembering that she was know a duchess and would always be referred to as "Her Grace".This wouldn't be an easy thing to get used t
The moment Edward caught sight of his home, he knew that something was wrong. His horse's gallops had a strange way of making him feel calm, and it had worked. Leaving the house early had turned into habit of sorts for him. He would do everything he needed to do then enjoy a leisurely stroll around the border of his land, saying hello to the few tenants he ran into and enjoying the calming movement of his horse with his hat always slung low on his head, obliterating his face from stares.Today, however, the closer the horse trotted to the manor, the heavier his stomach felt. He thought it was something he ate until he caught sight of the first clue; a window with the drapes opened.No, she didn't.Edward didn't want to believe it, but the evidence stared him in the face. His conscience pricked him.Surely, you didn't expect her to feel her way through the dark house. He had known that it was inevitable that she would want the drapes opened the day after they wed.By the time he got to
Emily made to go after His grace and speak with him about his demeanor towards her but quickly changed her mind. Maybe when was tired as Mr. Brow had said but it still wasn't enough reason for him to have acted the way he did.With a grunt, Emily turned and completed her walk downstairs. She paused as she suddenly had a thought, a question that was beginning to bother her. She turned to Mr. Brown."Does His grace despise my presence?" I asked Mr. Brown whose face seemed to lack any hint of emotion."No, Your Grace," Mr. Brown said, keeping his stoic expression. "On the contrary actually. He really likes your presence but His Grace is not one to show it.""Oh," Emily muttered with a sigh as she made her way to the kitchen. She still couldn't believe she had left her happy and gleeful love to get married to one who refused to show any hint of emotion. She decided to let it not bother her as she was just doing it to keep her father happy.She passed some maids who were dusting the counte
Edward sat down on his cushion seat with a sigh. His palms shook and his face was filled with sweat that caused his one eye to flutter as the salty excretion dropped into it. The sweat had not come because of the hat on his head but the sheer thought of his new wife seeing his face.He grabbed his hat tight and threw it down to the floor as he grunted in anger. His fast paced heartbeat began to slow down as he placed his palm over his face, taking slow, deep breaths. The darkness of the room seemed to aid in taking off the fear that had been causing his body to shake and a sense of peace flooded his being. He was back where he belonged. He was finally at peace. "Why did she open the drapes?" he asked himself as he took his hands off his face and placed them on his knees. "And why did she leave mine closed?" These thoughts kept on coming and he just couldn't seem to find the answer."Her Grace just wanted a little ray of light to sleep into the rooms," Edward heard someone say and he
Emily sat down on the dining chair and stared at the food places in front of her. She was hungry and wanted to dive into the food but curtsy demanded that she waited for her husband, His Grace, before taking any bite. If he was even going to come down to eat. Seconds turned to minutes and her patience was getting cold. So was the food too. If His Grace didn't come down soon, she would be tempted to eat the food and that was not going to be on her."Mr. Brown?" Emily called out to the butler as he passed by the dining table. He paused on his steps and turned to her with a bow before saying, "yes, Your Grace." "Is His Grace coming to join me for breakfast?" Emily asked and Mr. brown shook his head. Confused, Emily asked, "why?""He has some business up at the town square to attend to," Mr. Brown replied. "He sends his apologies." Emily knew the latter was not from His Grace. Mr. Brown had just said that to calm Emily nerves down but it wasn't working. It instead was doing the opposit