Chapter forty-sixHe'd realized the ugly feeling since Nax's death. The feeling where you knew you were wrong somewhere but not exactly sure where.Philip wiped the tear at the side of his eye and turned around to watch the lady being treated by the Royal medics.Monica had not yet awoken, neither had her wounds stopped bleeding. It was a difficult thing to watch for the Duke of Anfield.With a sigh, he looked back to the sky and searched deeper within himself.What was happening?It seemed like the right thing to do if Kilmarnock was returned, but now the thought came like a pain in his chest.He was not used to having his mother against him, neither did he enjoy getting so many warnings at the same time.But there was Monica again, fighting with every sweat she had to regain the happiness she once had, going through untold pain just for that.The least he could do was help her fulfill that one dream of hers; and the urge to do that sadly blinded his sixth sense.There was a voice in
Chapter forty-sevenHis eyes cringed when the sun rays of dawn suddenly bathed his face. After struggling with the light for a while, he opened his eyes to find Monica pulling the draperies aside.She was already fully dressed, compared to his naked body still under the covers."Good morning," the lady said simply with her attention still outside through the window. Afterwards, she went on tugging at the curtains without a word."Someone's desperate to go back to Scotland," Philip forced a sad smile, pushing the covers from over his body while he stretched in a yawn.At his words, the lass smiled and finally turned to him, "You can say that."The Duke watched her for a while. Compared to the emotions they both shared the previous night, she seemed…cold. However, he just pressed his lips together and said nothing.But Monica still went on, "Earl and the others are already with His Majesty. Get ready and meet us downstairs."Philip still had his eyes on her while she walked away immed
Chapter forty-eightThe old man laughed nervously for a short while, trying to convince himself she was certainly joking. No normal person would want to batter a historical art that has been worshipped for over a thousand years. Oh yes…he said normal.The younger men in the room found it a little bit amusing…and daring. Raymond and his brother would have had a problem if they weren't sure she was just scaring the King. Or were there?She lifted her weapon and tapped its tip on the painting's nose…and the King's heart fell to his toes."Are you out of your mind," he blurted with a near squeak, once again wondering where his guards had gone to. He had begun to shiver in pure fright. If his sons were half as threatening as she was, England might as well have won every war."Sign it," Monica rasped as she smiled at the King, teasing him with those eyes as green as gems.The man's legs lost all strength to hold him up, surrending all muscles as he fell into his seat with hands over his fa
Chapter forty-ninePhilips heartbeat had doubled. With one look at Earl, he realised he was not the only one hearing this for the first time. "What stopped the war then?""Your father and I," the Duke heard the King say, much to his shock and secret relief, "I sent him off to Scotland, alongside the last Viscount of Mareda, Elizabeth's father."Now even his sons were listening. The air grew with tight tension as gradually, everything was turning out wrong."When they tried to compromise," the man's eyes were seemingly lost in a world of thoughts, piecing the memories to a whole story one by one, "we thought he listened. In basic terms, he did. But then, he found an even more valuable nuclear weapon...""Monica," Jason completed the man's speech as he sadly began understanding the story. It was then they realised the Scottish was no longer with them.Philip took rounds of breathing into his lungs and ran his fingers through his hair. She was gone! If he reacted the way he was supposed
Chapter fiftyIt had been four days of tedious, non-stop riding. Four days of determined kicking and nudging of her horse, and four days of surfing speedily while the wind gushed past her sides.And then…she was back in Anfield.Monica had used every bit of her strength to guard the seal of Kilmarnock, ignore any likely source of distraction and endure the ugly sounds of hunger from her rumbling stomach.Now, her horse half ran upon the cobbled walkway lined by poorly constructed small brick houses. It took her a few moments to recognize the wood held piece in which she lived.The Scottish had already jumped down the animal before it had stopped and rushed to the wooden board pieced to be a door.With regular stumps, she knocked upon the surface, panting excitedly while her chest rose and fell.When the door flew open, Nathan Maitland's glare suddenly softened to a wide grin while he eyed the crazy knocker through to make sure it was his sister.Before he could throw his hands around
Chapter fifty-oneJust above the barred piece of acres marking Kilmarnock, a cliff overlooked, bowed over it and surrendered to give the best view of the duchy as could have.From the thick canopy of trees, Miriam stalked towards the edge of the land. Although she was not alone, she took one squeezed breath for strength and sat beside the red haired lass.For a needed moment of silence, they both looked down at the finally acquired region without a word between them.As the wind went by, splashing their hair around their faces, the silence went on. It was a short while after that Miriam faced her daughter with a frown, "Drinking does not solve anything Monica."She half expected the younger lady to shatter the decanter of brandy upon her.But instead, the lass smiled and cringed her eyes due to the air current, "I'd rather not be a pawn to the anger I feel. Trust me, this is the best way to erase it." She gulped in more and more of the golden coloured liquid as the moments flew by.Ju
Chapter fifty-twoThe last few days flowed routinely and looked like an attempt to fix everything that was once ruined. The days of revival.The Duke's empire had been filled with hustling and bustling movements for the forthcoming wedding. If the Dowager Duchess had never been serious with anything in her life, she took this phase of trials easily and tried to restore the estate, even if it was the last thing she did. At least to give Philip time to get back on his feet…although it seemed to be taking forever.As confident and eager as Elizabeth had been of Philip's return, it has taken literally no amount of his apology for her to pull him back into her embrace. And with a smirk on her face, she had patted his hair and agreed to marry him again. All thanks to Monica.Now the days were crawling by quite slowly and the wedding was hearing, one that the Duke was somehow not looking forward to. Lately, he'd been searching for a darker place to hide, to be away from all the chatters conc
Chapter fifty-threePhilip leaned back in his chair and swivelled with both legs upon his desk, goofing around with a gun in his hands and a wicked smirk on. His five friends took simpler seats around him with their gazes in one direction; before them.With her hands still tied to her back, Monica was shoved down her knees right before their very eyes, red hair falling over her face to shield half the grim she had on. They were smirking down at her like a prize they'd finally won!Monica almost spat at the majordomo who had ruthlessly handled her through the crowd of guests, into a carriage, right through the empire's gates and up the stairs.But now, she faced the Monarchs with her teeth gritted and jaws clenched, her eyes travelling round them in the angriest of stares. Sweat dripped down her bowed face and trickled down to the floor.It was the Duke's next words that brought her attention up to them again, "How do you want it lads, an arrow through her skull or her head under a gui
Chapter sixtyTons of majordomos had been hired for the job, a dangerous one given the risk of being trampled upon. Continuously, they nudged their bodies against the crowd at either side of the cobbled street.As Elizabeth had put it, it was the grandest event in England; everyone wanted to see!Two carriages made of white oak and gold prints rolled upon the stones just between the hustling and bustling lines of the crowd at their sides. The majordomos were almost having trouble keeping them behind the invisible tape. But when the carriages came to a halt, the uproar just doubled.Uniformly, footmen stalked to the doors and pulled them open, tipping their bodies down in a half bow for whoever was to emerge.Now everywhere quietened except for the murmur streak of anxious waiters.Carriage one released the English blonde, bound in a dress that almost filled the space behind her. As she was helped down the steps, the sun came in contact with the gems on her white garment, shimmering wi
Chapter fifty nineThe Duke found himself in a mix of feelings. Admiration. Wonder. Gratitude. Love.And slowly, he let go of his own sword and widened his arms invitingly, "Then get in here before I change my mind."Damnation to her spine and ego. Monica let tears run down her cheeks as she half ran to the lad.Jason was smiling in admiration.Anna and Rebecca felt a new warmth in their hearts.The Princes were nodding approvingly.Earl Robinson burst out laughing in mirth as he let the scene rage his mind.Speaking of happy endings, Earl suddenly had a frown on before, later on, he started across the snow." Where are you going?" Asked Raymond worriedly.The Marquess faced his friends one last time to say, "Anywhere apart from here. While getting too engrossed in such a beautiful scene. I forgot the vessel for bad luck I left at home who'll soon become Marchioness of my empire.""Good thing I'm married," Jason smiled, "who knows she may have chosen me for such a suicide mission."Ea
Chapter fifty eightIt had been nearly hell for the lass. Now it was useless threatening to kill one of them. As Monica gawked at the angry mob of armed noblemen, she realised unfortunately that no height of her skills could change the fact she was greatly outnumbered.She had started to shiver while they kept closing in on her. Even the victim she had in her clutch finally managed to free himself from her shaky grip.Now she was there, naked to any attack they planned to lay upon her. Now she had no choice but to do that one thing she hated most; surrender.Ever so slowly, she lifted both her hands in the air and glanced through the people. But then;"Move away! His Grace approaches," the loud voice came from somewhere within the crowd, stealing attention and causing a murmur streak.Monica gasped fearful. The last way she wanted to die was by the hands of the one she loved. Now she was trapped, he had come to end this once and for all.Now the crowd parted into two to form a path in
Chapter fifty seven"Earl!" She grinned and almost went to embrace him. Rather than what the Marquess should have done, he frowned and stepped back from the window through which he'd thrown it. After a wave of dismissal, he snarled, "I knew Jason was up to no good. Now get out of here before we both get caught."The lady obeyed instantly, jumping to her feet and pacing towards the stables. That was when the real war began.The crowd rushed to her sadistically, almost surrounding her. She joined her lips to a line. As much as she was desperate to flee, she vowed not to kill any, as innocent as each as. But a little bone breaking won't hurt wouldn't it?Even with the impossibility, Monica stopped and began throwing fists and avoiding attacks coming her way. With her actions, the number was increasing and closing in on her. New plan…She suddenly remembered how the bonds existing between members of a clan and how sentimental they could be about each other. At the thought, she reached fo
Chapter fifty sixThe men stopped and faced her, fear almost shielding their beautiful features. A pistol was aimed at them, but better scrutiny made them realise the attack was posed to Philip.Monica stalked deeper with the aim of her gun straight at the brown haired lad. But as much as his friends were tensed, the Duke hadn't batted an eyelid. Instead, he glared straight at her, into those sad, green eyes, daring her to shoot."Don't be insane Monica!" Peter said with a voice forced into a low growl. "Drop the weapon!"The lady never flinched a muscle. And while she thought her move was fearfully and threatening, Philip Forland just smiled at her, "Save your breaths, she won't shoot." He tilted his head, turning it into a grin just before he sighed, "She can't."Monica's stare hardened narrowly. And of course, she knew he was right. He knew her, her strengths, her weaknesses, capabilities, inside…through and out.And the familiar feeling of vulnerability before him dawned. The grip
Chapter fifty fiveMonica knew she was running out of time; her restlessness had just increased now that her movement was restricted to within the borders of the estate.And then the new marriage date was approaching.For the first time since her imprisonment, she looked at the doors with obvious intentions. After taking deep, necessary breaths, she strode to them and shoved them open.Her strides doubled, then tripled...until she began running upon the marbles. Dark hallways, galleries, stairs, foyers and even more stairs before the Duchess's drawing room faced her.That was the point she realized she was insane. Well she was that a long time ago, wasn't she. Monica had smiled at the thought and finally gone through the doors.Seems mother and daughter were deep in a serious conversation...Rebecca rushed to her feet in what looked like fright.Anna however, frowned disapprovingly at the lady before them.But the frown turned to something lighter and slightly confused when Monica fel
Chapter fifty four"I wish things returned to the way they were," the Marquess confessed with his gaze on Philip. The latter was arching again some distance away from the rest. He was unusually fast and aggressive, harbouring a frown that had never left his face since dawn.Raymond sighed and replied, "Why did she have to run away? I want to forgive her completely. But then, it seems far more difficult than it should be."Nobody wanted to reply to that, but it did change the aura to something dark. For more moments than they knew, they studied the young Duke far away vent his frustration on the arrow board.After pretending long enough, he flung his weapons aside and sucked in long, needed breaths.Earl of Vetcom frowned at that and finally heaved a sigh, "I need to correct this." He turned to leave.Before he could walk away, Earl Robinson declared sternly, "I may not be in the know of what nonsense you plan to do. But for things go back to how they were , Monica needs to return to o
Chapter fifty-threePhilip leaned back in his chair and swivelled with both legs upon his desk, goofing around with a gun in his hands and a wicked smirk on. His five friends took simpler seats around him with their gazes in one direction; before them.With her hands still tied to her back, Monica was shoved down her knees right before their very eyes, red hair falling over her face to shield half the grim she had on. They were smirking down at her like a prize they'd finally won!Monica almost spat at the majordomo who had ruthlessly handled her through the crowd of guests, into a carriage, right through the empire's gates and up the stairs.But now, she faced the Monarchs with her teeth gritted and jaws clenched, her eyes travelling round them in the angriest of stares. Sweat dripped down her bowed face and trickled down to the floor.It was the Duke's next words that brought her attention up to them again, "How do you want it lads, an arrow through her skull or her head under a gui
Chapter fifty-twoThe last few days flowed routinely and looked like an attempt to fix everything that was once ruined. The days of revival.The Duke's empire had been filled with hustling and bustling movements for the forthcoming wedding. If the Dowager Duchess had never been serious with anything in her life, she took this phase of trials easily and tried to restore the estate, even if it was the last thing she did. At least to give Philip time to get back on his feet…although it seemed to be taking forever.As confident and eager as Elizabeth had been of Philip's return, it has taken literally no amount of his apology for her to pull him back into her embrace. And with a smirk on her face, she had patted his hair and agreed to marry him again. All thanks to Monica.Now the days were crawling by quite slowly and the wedding was hearing, one that the Duke was somehow not looking forward to. Lately, he'd been searching for a darker place to hide, to be away from all the chatters conc