Edward snorted. "To marry us of course, he brought the license with him. And Mr. Brown
and the maid Helena will be witnesses."
She stood near the fire, it lit up her angelic face. Most of her blonde curls were pinned up,
but some hung down around her cheeks, framing her face. Her waist wasn't as narrow as some women, and he did not miss how her breasts swelled. She was beautiful, like an angel, and she did not deserve a hideous monster like him. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself.
He stepped closer, so she could see more of him, but kept his face angled in a way that would keep his scar and eye from her view. She smelled heavenly, like flowers and sunshine on a Spring morning. She
barely came to the middle of his chest. He had an instant desire to hold her.
It had been so long since he felt the touch of a woman. Since before his accident, since
before he became too hideous for anyone to love.
Emily gasped. "Marry? Here? Now? Surely you were going to give it a week or so. A
wedding needs to be planned. I don't even have a dress!"
He scoffed. "Wedding? Heavens no. Get those foolish notions out of your head, woman.
A wedding isn't required for us to be married. We will have the papers done here, tonight we will consummate it, and with any luck from God, you'll become with child and we won't have to do it again."
Her blue eyes blinked in surprise at him and they filled with tears. "Why is this happening? I was supposed to marry the Duke of Bedford, now I'm here. You won't even let me see you and you want me to marry you before we even get to know each other?" She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
He swallowed hard and looked away from her. A part of him almost wanted to call the
whole thing off. But his family's fortune stood on the line. He needed an heir. This marriage needed to happen. It was only a few days she needed to bear him and then she would be free. If she took a lover at his other estate, he would not blame her. She deserved more than him.
He wished he could give her what she deserved, but he had a right to be a tad selfish. His lineage was on the line.
Her sobs filled the otherwise quiet room and, at a loss of what to do, he turned away from her and fixed his sight firmly outside the window where the flowers were just about to bloom, adding a little bit of color to the otherwise drab hall.
He had thought that the only thing that would make her burst into tears was the sight of his face, but it seemed the gods found it funny to gift him a woman that still believed in romance and who was more than likely in love with another man.
Who is the Duke of Bedford? His fist tightened in anger but he relaxed his tightened fingers and drew in a quiet breath.
There is no need to be up in arms about the issue. It is understandable that there be another man who had caught her fancy. No, she is quite beautiful and he wouldn't be a fool to think that there hadn't been a lot of men vying for her attention. His only concern should be that she shouldn't make the mistake of inviting any of them into her bed, at least not until he has his heir and a spare. He doesn't want to doubt the paternity of his children.
Clearing his throat, he carefully turned his gaze back to her, careful to keep his frame still shrouded in darkness.
"Mr. Brown will lead some maids to take up your bags to your room and he will introduce you to your personal maid. Please go with him and have a moment's rest. You'll be called when the priest has arrived."
Her sobs had quietened down but she was still sniffing, her face looking drawn and sad.
When Mr. Brown moved ahead of her and held open the door, she hesitated for several moments before reluctantly heading towards the open door. Just before the door closed, she looked back and summoned courage to ask the question that had been troubling her.
"What am I to wear then?" She asked in a small voice, sounding lost. Guilt pricked him but he didn't let it move him. This was all for her protection.
"Wear anything you like. You'll look lovely anyway."
She seemed taken aback by his compliment and stared at his shadowed frame for several long seconds before moving away from the threshold. Once the door closed behind her, he released a long pent-up breath and sank into his cushioned chair, running his hand through his hair. He felt the beginning of a blinding headache and would love nothing more than to take a finger -or two- of scotch, but he was about to be wed and needed all his wits around him.
Emily was shivering for more than one reason. Aside from the fear that had seeped into her blood and caused her breath to come in pants, the house was eerily cold. It made no sense to her how a house with a full staff and a lord of the manor would have the drapes lowered in the middle of the day. Candles lined the walls and provided a means to see their path, but it did nothing to alleviate Emily's dread.What had her father dragged her into?Led by Mr. Brown and with two quiet maids walking behind her with her boxes, they made their way pass a long hallway lowly illuminated by candles and emerged into a spacious hallway that had a handful of closed doors lining the path."This here is your living quarters, Miss Dewhurst," Mr. Brown announced, opening the nearest door and bowing with a flourish as she stepped past him into the room.It was as dark in there as it was in the hallway and Emily felt tears spring to her eyes. Why did everything have to be so terribly drab? She loved colour
"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 w
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