Loving a Noble Gentleman: A Historical Regency Romance Book Page 8
From now on, he would view the world in a very different way. Mary had already altered his perception of the world. Who knew what would happen next?
Chapter 10
Mary sat across from her sister chewing on her bottom lip. She had arranged to see Charlotte the day after meeting with Duke Edmund for the second time under the assumption that she would need someone to rant to and complain about him ... but now she did not know what to say.
“So, how did it go?” Charlotte narrowed her eyes curiously at her sister. She had been silent for far too long; it was starting to become strange. “You said in your letter that Walter made you speak with the Duke again. Are you surer than ever that you do not wish to follow Father’s wishes, because like I said before, you can always come and stay here ...”
“I am not sure,” Mary interrupted. She spent all night long lying awake, trying to place her feelings into some kind of box that made sense, but there was no way to decipher her emotions. All she knew was that they were different. “I do not know what I want ...”
“Is this because of the house?” Charlotte’s words grew louder in her desperation. “Because it is not worth it; I can promise you that much.”
Mary shook her head quickly; she knew her sister’s opinion on the subject. It was exactly how she felt about it too ... until recently. Very recently. “No, it is not that at all. I am not too sure how I feel. I think ...” She paused thoughtfully for a brief moment. “I do not know why, but I think I might like him.”
“You do?” Charlotte almost yelled. She forgot herself for a moment before reeling herself in. The privacy would only last so long; the last thing she wanted was for anyone else in the house to rush to the room. She lowered her voice, steeled herself, and continued speaking, “I mean, you do? You like him? How do you mean you like him?”
Mary forced herself to stop for a second before answering. She had not realised how insensitive this might sound to Charlotte. Her sister was miserable, stuck in a marriage that she did not like with a man chosen by their father. Mary sat with her, telling her that she might possibly be happy with the man that their father had chosen for her. It was not fair.
“I ... I do not know,” she ended up finishing lamely. “I am not sure what I am talking about.”
Charlotte breathed deeply as she tried her best to calm down. She recognised that expression on her sister’s face and did not like it at all. It was not her intention to make Mary feel uncomfortable sharing her own story with her. Just because she was unhappy, it did not mean that everyone else should be too.
Maybe Father did better for Mary, she thought morosely. Maybe he actually did see the mistake that he made with me.
Admittedly, that did churn bitterness in her gut. She felt that she deserved happiness too, but that did not take away from the fact that Mary could at least find comfort in her own life. Charlotte needed to find it within herself to be pleased for Mary, even if it was just to her face.
“Mary,” she said seriously while reaching out to grab her sister’s hand in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture. “I believe that you do know, and I wish that you would share it with me so I can be happy for you.”
Mary did not know what to do. On the one hand, she truly did not want to harm her sister, but on the other, she did not want to keep secrets from her either. She decided to give her a small snippet of the truth.
“I do think I could grow to like him,” she replied carefully. “Maybe he is not as bad as I first thought. I do not know exactly how I feel, but it is not as negative as I felt the first time around. Maybe he is not so arrogant.”
Charlotte nodded slowly, acceptingly. “Well, that is good news. At least if you like the Duke, then you can marry him and still keep the house. You can inherit it.”
Mary stood up and paced the room thoughtfully. “What do you think I should do if I do inherit the house?” she asked Charlotte. “I presume that the Duke will have a home of his own that he will want us to live in. Just like your husband ...”
The words fell into silence as she spun back to see her sister with her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking. It was such an odd, unexpected sight that Mary did not know what to think at first. She could not recall a time when she had ever seen Charlotte crying before which was why it took her a moment to recognise what was going on.
As soon as she did, she snapped into action. She raced to Charlotte’s side and threw an arm over her shoulder. It felt a little uncomfortable as if she was acting in a far too emotional way, but she kept it there regardless.
“What is happening, Charlotte?” she asked anxiously. “Please, tell me what is going on. What has you so upset?”
Charlotte pulled her face up from her hands to look at Mary. With the tears streaming down her face, smudging her make-up on the way down, she knew that she looked a fright, but right now, that was the least of her worries. Charlotte had been living in a hopeless, endless pit of despair for far too long, shouldering the weight of the world upon her. She had not shared her worries for fear of making her situation feel too real, but now she had no choice. She had to share, or she would burst in two.
“I ... I ...” Still it was hard for her to break the habit and actually speak. “I ...”
Mary thought back to the bruises she had seen on her sister’s arm the last time they were together, and she gulped loudly. She wanted to help Charlotte more than anything in the whole world, but how would she help her to escape a cruel and abusive husband? That was utterly unheard of.
“You … what … Charlotte?” Despite the rapid rate that her heart was racing and the dryness of her mouth, Mary spoke, needing to know the truth immediately before her wild imagination got the better of her.
“I am having a baby.”
Charlotte burst into tears; she sobbed so hard her entire body shook violently under the pressure of it all. She had suspected that was the case for a while, and as time went on, there was no way she could deny it anymore. She was having her husband’s baby, and she felt utterly terrified about that.
“A baby?” Mary gasped. “You are having a baby?”
Charlotte sobbed even harder. Somehow, hearing Mary say it made it all the more terrifying. The unusual sensation in her stomach, the life growing in there, it was not going anywhere. She could not escape it.
“I am,” she eventually continued pitifully. “And I am scared.”
She shook her head, and Mary thought for one second she caught a glimpse of another bruise on her sister’s neck. She could not just ask her if she could see it because she knew Charlotte would only speak of it if she wanted to, but she felt certain that it was there all the same.
“I am scared that I shall die,” Charlotte continued, only spiking Mary’s fear further. Was her husband so violent that she was scared he would hit her? “Just like Mother.”
Oh ... of course.
Mary did not know how to take that; it completely stunned her. It was harder for Charlotte than it was her to lose their mother because she was a little older. Maybe she could not exactly remember her too much, but there was a sensation that surrounded her that reminded her of what it was like to be loved unconditionally by the woman who birthed her.
Would she feel the same way when her child came into the world?
“Yes,” Mary said breathily. “Our mother died while she was giving birth to me. Of course you are scared.” She glanced down at her sister with tears welling in the back of her eyes. “Why did you not tell me about all of this? I feel silly now, talking about my problems when you are going through so much yourself.”
Charlotte shook her head sadly. “No, it is nice to think about something else. This has consumed me for so long now; I like a distraction.”
Mary sat back down and clung to Charlotte as if she was scared that she would float away. How could she have been in such a panicked state about whether to marry the Duke or not when all the while her sister was scared that she would not live anymore. Did that make Mary
selfish? She could not be sure ...
“What do you think you will do?” she asked Charlotte in a small, scared voice. “What can you do?”
“There is nothing that I can do,” Charlotte replied with a helpless shrug. “I am having the baby ... my husband’s baby. I am only sure this will give those horrible society women more reason to dislike me.”
Again, Mary was silenced. Without having much experience with society women, this was not something that she could talk about. She presumed it would have been something that their mother discussed with them ... had she been alive.
For the first time in her whole life, Mary experienced a true sense of helplessness; she could actually match Charlotte’s emotions with this one. When she first heard that she was going to get married, she was afraid, but nothing like this. This was truly something else. Her sister was pregnant, trapped, and in a desperately unhappy situation that showed no sign of getting better.
“Maybe ... maybe you will love being a mother,” she suggested, aware of the hollow sound in her voice. “I certainly do not believe that you will die in childbirth. What happened to Mother was eighteen years ago. Medicine has progressed immensely since then.”
“People still do not always survive childbirth,” Charlotte replied. “It is not a guarantee. Do you think that maybe we are more likely to struggle because of what happened to Mother?”
Mary had never had cause to think of anything like that, but now the thought almost consumed her. Was that a hereditary thing? Neither girls had thought to ask their father about their mother’s mother. Maybe she died in childbirth too ...
“I am certain that you will be fine.” Mary forced a smile on her face. She could not let an already worried Charlotte continue to be terrified. “And I am sure that your baby will bring you no end of happiness. You will make a wonderful mother.” A thick ball of emotion lodged itself firmly in Mary’s throat, and it was one that she could not swallow down. “You spent enough time taking care of me.”
“I did not,” Charlotte let out a little sound that was almost like a chuckle. “Father had staff to take care of the both of us.”
“I know.” Mary nodded agreeably. “But you were still a wonderful sister, and you will make a fantastic mother too.”
Charlotte felt utterly grateful for her sister’s kind words. In a way, she was so glad that she had decided to tell her. At least now it was not some shameful secret that she was keeping just for herself ... but in another way, maybe it was not that good. As soon as Mary went, so would any positivity she felt about the situation.
This baby was still coming, whether she liked it or not.
“Would you ...?” Mary did not know what she was supposed to do. All she wanted at that moment was to help out her sister. Any problem she had herself paled into insignificance. “Would you like me to come and stay here? For you, not me?” Mary was not sure that Charlotte’s husband would like it much, especially if what she suspected about him was true, but he was not important to her.
Charlotte did, of course she did. She would have to be utterly insane not to, but she could not invite her sister into her complex family life if it were not utterly necessary. Lord Jones would not like it, and she did not want to cause an unnecessary argument with him. She would do it to help out Mary, but not herself.
“No, no,” she said as she wiped a stray tear away. “I do not wish you to come and stay here. Not when you have so much to decide yourself.”
“Do you mean with the Duke? Because that truly does not matter ...”
“Yes,” Charlotte insisted with more strength to her words now. “Yes, it very much does matter. You have to work out what you want to do with your future. I and my problems are not going anywhere.”
Mary could tell that this was just an excuse, so she nodded and agreed with Charlotte. “That is fine; I shall do whatever you require. However, I shall be here more often so I can help you with whatever it is that you need.”
The girls held onto one another for a little longer, staring at each other as they tried to adjust to all the changes that life was suddenly throwing at them. Charlotte was still very unsure about how she felt when it came to her pregnancy, cementing her in the life that she hated. Mary did not know whether she was supposed to be happy, excited, or very scared. Everything was very confusing, and not knowing about where her life would take her next was slightly unpleasant. It could either be very good, or very bad. Maybe everything was so confusing for a reason. Hopefully, it would all become clear soon enough.
“Shall we have some more tea?” Charlotte asked thickly through the tears. “I believe I would like to sit with you some more as I calm down.”
“I would love that,” Mary agreed. “Whatever you need. Please just know that I am almost here. Whatever I can do, I shall do.”
Mary did not know what she could offer; she was not someone with any sort of power. She did not even have enough money to help her sister escape. All she might potentially end up with was the house ...
Maybe I should marry the Duke, she suddenly thought as a spark of inspiration, her heart racing quickly. Then I can inherit the house and give it to Charlotte to escape. Maybe that is what all of this is leading to ...
Chapter 11
Mary smiled at Edmund across the room where he sat chewing on the food that the cook had prepared for their third meeting. As she had waited for him to arrive, Mary felt unable to control the excitement that bubbled up inside of her. She found herself actually looking forward to seeing the Duke again, which was highly unexpected. It had been almost two weeks since they previously spent time together, and she had missed him.
Maybe this was the right thing to do, and not just for Daisy and Charlotte, but for herself too. Maybe this was where her future happiness lay. She could not explain it, even to herself, but she felt that there was something in the air between her and Duke Edmund. Something strong and powerful.
“I noticed your bookshelf earlier,” he said with a smile on his lips. “There are some very interesting reads on there.”
“You read?” Mary could not stop the shock from pouring out of her mouth. The only other businessman she had known well was her father, and he never had the time to sit down with a book. “I cannot believe it.”
“Do I not look intelligent enough to read?” he teased her, showing a playful side of himself that he had not realised was there. “I cannot believe that you would say such a hurtful thing.”
Mary blushed and giggled girlishly. Her eyes darted downwards, but then she looked back up at him through her eyelashes, admiring his strong and powerful looks. She had always thought him attractive looking, but now that she knew him a little better, that feeling was even stronger.
“I did not mean it like that; I simply presumed that you were too busy with all of your work.”
“Well, I have managed to read Frankenstein during everything that I need to do.”
Mary’s heart stopped dead in her chest; that was her all-time favourite book. Her father often made comments about it not being the sort of literature that she should be reading, but she much preferred it to the sappy, romantic books other girls her age liked.
“Yes, that is a wonderful read,” she said happily. “One that I have devoured more than once.” She pushed herself to her feet and took a couple of steps towards Edmund, doing something braver than she ever thought she would. Something about the confusing feelings she had racing through her veins made her much less shy. “Would you like to go and look at the bookshelf? See if there are any other books that we both share a love of?”
Edmund could hardly believe it; Mary was absolutely perfect! He had never met anyone who liked Frankenstein as much as he did. Of course, he wanted to see what other books they both enjoyed. The more he discovered that they had in common, the surer he started to feel.
Maybe his mother was right, and love was not something that hit you in the face. Maybe it was one of those things that crept up slowly and unexpectedly.
Walter felt completely taken aback. He had lost all control of this meeting a long time ago, but this was something else. He was supposed to be a chaperone for the Duke and Mary; he was not supposed to leave them alone, but was there much use to him following them towards the bookshelf to listen to a terribly boring conversation about literature?
No, he felt that he would rather remain in his chair where he could relax for a moment. There was not any real trouble that they could get up to in that time anyway.
“Sure, I shall remain here.”
Edmund and Mary started to walk. They moved slowly and deliberately at first but picked up the pace as they left the room. Stifling a laugh, Mary found herself almost running in a desperate attempt to get away from Walter.