It was over. Her relationship with Magnus had come to an end. She knew a great storm would happen one day, but she didn't expect it to come very soon, and that it would force them to break apart so abruptly. She walked home with a blank stare and an empty heart. The sky above her was getting dark. From a distance, lightning struck following by a loud thunderstorm. People rushed to escape themselves from the coming rain, but she remained slow. Some of the people stared at her in confusion, yet they were passing her without breaking pace.
From the opposite direction, came a familiar sight. Magnus was walking toward her. He smiled and waved at her. Her heart ached as if it was squeezed by a cold fist. She didn't have a heart to say goodbye to him. She knew she would never be strong enough to lose him. She fought back the tears and turned away, running to another direction.
"Ava, wait!" In a second, he already caught up, he grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him.
"Why are you running away from me? Have I done something wrong?"
She couldn't hold back her tears when she heard his voice, the tender care in his tone. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't abide looking into his eyes when saying this.
"I... I can't... I cannot meet you again, Magnus. We must stop seeing each other from now..."
"No!" He exclaimed at once.
"But we should!"
"Why?!!!" He pulled her toward him so hard their body crashed.
"The duke... I've met him this morning. He sent me a message with your name, to meet at the studio. I thought it was you... He knew we were there yesterday..."
"Damn!!! That fucking bastard! What did he do to you?"
"He told me not to see you again, ever. And if I dare to disobey his order, he will tell my father and Roger. Magnus, you know I'm bound to Roger by law. If he ever found me, nothing could stop him from taking me..."
"No!!! I will never let him, nor any man take you from me!"
He pulled her again closer until her breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
"I can't lose you. I swear I will protect you, as long as I live, no man can ever touch you."
Then he claimed her mouth in a desperate kiss. She was spellbound by his oath. Her lips parted to welcome his warm, silken tongue. The kiss was lingering under the heavy rain, and when he finally broke the kiss, she knew that he only wanted more.
Without a word, he held her hand and they both ran into a barn nearby. The barn was empty, poorly lit and a little bit damp, but it was quite clean. There was some haystack to rest upon in the corner. She walked toward the haystack, he followed behind her in silence. When she turned to him, the fire in his eyes made her heart stop.
He captured her mouth again in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Despite the biting cold, a burning heat in the bottom of her belly melted her core, spreading a blazing fever all over her. Her body went limp and her muscles relaxed. He broke the kiss and pushed her gently to lay on the haystack.
"I want to make you mine..." He bent down atop her and whispered to her ear. His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin around her neck and every fiber in her being was awakened in anticipation. He loosened the string of her bodice then tugged her white blouse down to her belly.
"God, you're beautiful." His eyes glittering in excitement and she felt her face blazed.
"I can stay here forever just looking at you." He caressed one side of her breast with his knuckle. Totally embarrassed, she covered herself with her hands. He made a quiet laugh and shoved her hands away, lowering his head to lick a delicate peak. She gasped at the unexpected intimate contact, then she felt his bristled jaw rubbed against her soft skin as he brought the translucent tip into his mouth. His wicked tongue circling around the pink areola, licking and sucking the erected nipple, while his other hand pleasured another breast, fondling and pinching the tiny bud. She moaned between short breaths, writhing desperately beneath him. Her soaking core throbbed violently in aching need.
Her eyes opened abruptly when he cupped the pulsing heat, the secret place no one had ever touched. He pulled back from her and spread her legs wide, kneeling between her thighs.
"Magnus..." She whispered his name in surprise. She watched open-mouthed as he began to unbutton his pants. A sudden awareness shot through her and she pulled her legs together, trying to rise on her elbows. He held her back, pushing her gently until she lay on her back, then spread her legs again. She muttered a quick protest, but he silenced her with a hungry kiss, then blazed her throat with a trail of hot kisses and made his way down to her chest, between her breasts, lower to her belly.
"You belong to me..." The faint touch of his scratchy-textured chin left her skin tingled. "I want to claim you, I want to mark you as mine..."
His tongue circled around her navel, making her arched immediately, then it plunged into the tiny hole and she squirmed against his weight.
"I want to make love to you."
"But would you marry me at once, after... after I give myself to you?"
He halted and lifted his gaze to meet hers.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise I won't get you pregnant, I'll be very careful."
Her eyes widened in shock to hear his answer.
"That is... that is not what I mean. Magnus, do you really love me?"
"With every beat of my heart."
"Would you... would you fight for me, against all odds?"
"Absolutely."
"If you really love me so, Magnus, would you marry me? Soon..."
"Ava," He halted for a moment. Seemed like he was struggling to find some words. "I will take care of you, I swear."
"But would you marry me?" She persisted.
Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and sat upright before her. She rose and pulled up her blouse, starting to tie up the strings clumsily.
"I can give you anything you want. Anything at all. I can give you everything you need. I will protect you from any harm, I will keep you safe with me. All you have to do is to put your trust in me."
"Answer me, Magnus. Would you marry me?"
He sighed regretfully before answered
"Not in the near future, my love. No."
Suddenly she could feel the bone-chilling cold surrounding her, filling her. Her heart sank into a sore disappointment.
"So, you never planned to marry me, not at all, did you?"
"It's not like what you think. I just... Come here, my love..."
He reached her, but she shrugged his hand off and stood up, walking across the barn.
"Ava..."
"Goodbye Magnus."
He stormed toward her, encircled her waist and turned her to face him.
"Don't leave me like this. I love you."
He pulled her into his arms and held her tight.
"Marriage is... it's not something you can decide overnight, Ava. I cannot just leave everything and marry you... There are many things to consider... I have family, my parents... and that pompous bastard, Ashton... Like it or not, he has power over me..."
He drew back, his hands still holding her arms. He looked into her eyes.
"But I do care about your security and welfare. Look, I have a lovely little manor at Nouvelle, the closest little town from here. It's not as palatial as Vermont Manor, but it's beautiful, far better than the broken little cottage you're living in now. You can bring Polly there, she may very well like it. You don't have to work and make your pretty hands dirty anymore. I will provide you with everything you need. Money, servants... lots of them..."
Ava froze on her feet when she realized what he was offering.
"You can buy anything you want as much as you please... I will be visiting you by the end of the week, and you can spend your time doing anything you want while I'm away..."
He tilted her chin, angled her to meet his gaze. "I can't wait to build our life together there. My family won't bother as long as we keep discreet and out of their sight."
She felt a sting of pain and closed her eyes. Why did it seem impossible to escape the hands of fate? Was the curse too strong to be broken? Was it her destiny to follow the path of her ancestors?"No, Magnus. I'll never be your mistress. I'll never be any man's mistress.""Don't get me wrong, my love. I don't intend to buy you. I know you will never set a price for your love. You know I love you and respect you as well. But we have no other way. If we want to stay together, it's the best we can do.""No, Magnus. I'd better leave you than being your mistress. I've promised myself, no matter how hard life might be, no matter how impossible it might seem, I'll never choose that path. I will never be called whore, and my children will never be called bastards."She pushed him and sidestepped around him. He grabbed her hand."I never give a damn about whatever people think, I'll never see you as a
Dark clouds were laying heavy on her heart. There had been no sunshine since they had been apart. The sun still rose and shone every morning just the same as it did yesterday, but she couldn't feel the light nor the warmth. She was empty inside, on her own.She didn't know which hurt her more. That they couldn't see each other anymore or that he couldn't make her more than his mistress.She was such a fool. What made her think he would ever plan to marry her? Moreover, what made her think he would be willing to run away with her, leaving his privileged life behind and never looked back? She wasn't worth it. He was right, what he offered was the best any man could offer her. She was nothing but a pariah, she wasn't fit for any decent man, let alone the nobility. In her naivety she thought she could climb higher than any of the women of her family, but the truth was she could never escape the filth that ran in her blood, imprinted in her genes
Instantly, Ava moved her gaze to the lady next to him. Sitting elegantly beside her dashing fiancé, Lady Selene Wyndham was an epitome of beauty and grace. Ava had never seen anything quite like her. She was... perfection. The lady had a classic beauty of an aristocratic woman. She had a heart-shaped face with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, with thick and long lashes framed her sapphire blue orbs. Her straight and narrow nose pointed high, Ava imagined a little bird could perch on it, and her thin lips were taut, seemed like she was not into humor and hilarity. Her hair was a blonde color in the lightest shade that her pale forehead seemed to merge with her hairline. She wore sapphires in her hair and neck, matching her eyes and her light blue gown in an understated elegance.The following barouche brought Princess Charlotte and Lord Wyndham, and the last one brought Lord Carlton and Lady Cecily. Ava didn't saw Magnus there. Apparently he didn't join the p
Ashton froze instantly. Had he been so reckless that she noticed what he did secretly? He had done it in the slightest way possible. He managed to reply in a cool tone as well."I thought I saw someone, but I was quite mistaken." The less he spoke about it the better. Fortunately Selene didn't push him further. He was glad they reached the manor shortly afterward. The Wyndham family retired to their room. The lunch reception was still a few hours away. He withdrew to a quiet living room, allowing himself to have some privacy for a while. His mind was consumed by the earlier moment. The fact that Selene was aware of it disturbed him. He recalled the moment at the parade.He was waving to greet the people when he felt someone was staring at him. Actually everybody was staring at him at that time. He was the main spectacle at the moment, the reason people were coming and waiting. What else should they be doing?But it was d
"How are you feeling now, my dear?" Lady Byrne asked her in the afternoon after the parade while Ava was serving her some biscuits and tea."I'm fine, milady." She smiled and returned her gaze shortly while pouring the tea. Lady Byrne knew most of the story. She had told her everything except her true identity. When Magnus suddenly disappeared from her life, the lady never stopped questioning her about it and finally, she gave in to her demands. Besides, she had found that the lady was a true friend indeed, not a careless gossiper like she presumed before.She was just about to leave to the kitchen, pretending to refill the empty teapot when the lady touched her hand."You're not fine, my dear. Your lips are smiling but your eyes are not. Your eyes have stopped crying but your heart has not."Ava couldn't find a word to reply."Come and have a s
Soon they left the busy street and reached a rural area. Ashton slanted up the small hill fast. He had anticipated that this was the only path which the market street led to, so he had his horse waiting for him uphill. Soon he caught up her again from up above. She was easier to spy on than the other target.Ava arrived at home in the lunch hour as usual. Today was passing like any other day, but she knew today she would change her life some other way. She was on a crossroad. She had come to a point that she decided she couldn't live like this anymore, but she hadn't made up her mind yet. She finished her daily chores, took a quick bath and changed her clothes. Soon after everything had done, she stepped out of the house and walked along the lane, into the grassland spread downhill.She drifted aimlessly through the meadow. All she needed was time for herself, without noise or interruption. Time to contemplate her choices. Time to tune into
She contemplated the words. If it was true, it meant the man she loved would stay beside her for all her life. Well, it could be... but she didn't want a lifetime affair."Will I live in proper and righteous way?""I have no doubt. I see great power and wealth and honor."Polly was right, the dramatic and hyperbolic prophecy was getting tedious now. It was impossible for any decent man to have her. It would have sounded less nonsense if the woman said she was going to marry a villager, a man with lowly status and a humble beginnings who didn't require a respectable background from her. A man who could marry whoever he wanted. She smiled at the thought. Indeed, the people who had nothing were the people who had the infinite freedom. But if her prophecy was true...She shivered at the first thought crossed her mind. If she was going to marry properly and live in nobility, chances were she would be marr
A silhouette stood in the dark, beneath the trees. The moon rose, sending moonbeams through the leaves and for a moment the figure looked like a ghostly shadow. Until his silver locks gleaming at a ray of light.Ava gasped when she recognized him. In the midst of the dark with moonlight illuminated his face, he looked like an angel of death.The scarred man who held her grinned maliciously."Look who's joining the feast."He made a quick scan of the duke's simple yet well-made clothing."Tis' fancy blueblood will make a great deal of fortune." He cocked his head."Finish him, Gully."The gloomy villain stormed to him like a ravenous animal. Her eyes widened as she noticed the man looked like a hulking beast compared to the duke's tall and slender figure.It happened too fast she could barely see anything. A sudden whistling, a flash of white light, then all s
Carrying the old, unsent letter in his hand, Ashton took a determined step to Lord Carlton's bedchamber. The door was left slightly opened, as to make it easier for the servants to hear if the lord rang the bell. He stopped in front of the doorway and peered inside. Through the narrow opening, he could see his uncle across the room, sitting on the wheelchair by the window, gazing out into the wintry garden outside."Do come in."The lord called without glancing his way. Despite the head injury, his uncle hadn't lost his usual alertness, and the wheelchair didn't make him look less forbidding. He was very fortunate the injury didn't cause him any permanent damage, and though he hadn't quite regained his normal strength until this day, the doctor said that he would no longer need the device in a couple of weeks.Lord Carlton turned in his wheelchair to face him as he entered the room."What is it?"His uncle
Present DayWhen Ava peered into his chamber this morning, she found that he'd been able to get out of bed without any help. He stood in front of the mirror with a brush covered with lather in hand, meeting her gaze within the reflection. He paused, watching her breeze into the room and walk toward him."Oh, you're up already. Do you feel any better today?"She asked casually."Very much so. I think I'm going to have some fresh air. I'm tired of being confined in this room."Stopping within a foot from him, she glanced at the shaving equipment on the dresser."Let me help you.""There's no need-""Sit over there."She ignored him, motioning him to sit on the sidetable. Obediently, he did her bidding, half-sitting on the edge of the sidetable. With a brush, she smoothed the lather evenly ove
For a moment, she was quite bewildered by his request, but then she realized, by asking her to do so, he was trying to be completely truthful to her, to share his darkest secrets with her, no matter how sordid and shameful they were, to let her see the ugly side of him and to trust her without reserve.She settled back into the chair and took the letter from his hand. She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter, clearing her throat before she started reading,"Dear Carlton,I hope you will understand why I choose this way. I can no longer carry on in this fashion. It's not that I don't love you enough to go on. No words can express how much I love you. I die a little inside each time I see you. You can't imagine how difficult it is for me, but we both know that this is the best for us. I know you can't desert your family, and I don't blame you, for I can never do that to my son eith
Several hours later..."This is unspeakable. I can't believe it."Magnus' voice carried clearly across the hall. He turned around abruptly, wild sparks shooting from his eyes as he gazed furiously at the woman sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room."For Christsakes, why would you do this, Mother. How could you?"Lady Cecily stared into the void without so much as a word. Her eyes devoid of emotions, her refined feature as hard as granite.Sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a servant, Lord Carlton entered the parlor. Behind him are two of the guardsmen. Shooting a bitter look at his wife, he uttered with a composed voice."You'll be up before the magistrate to face the legal consequences of your crime. I've sent words to the authorities. The Constable will pick you up at first light."The lady took the notice with a pr
With soundless steps, Ava sneaked her way to Lord Carlton's bedchamber. The door was slightly opened, allowing a shaft of light from inside the room to spill out into the dark corridor. Stopping by the doorstep, she peeked into the room through the small opening. In the middle of the large bed, the lord lay as white and still as death. A candle burned in the nightstand, casting a dim glow in the gloom of the chamber.Drawing a long, fortifying breath, Ava slipped into the chamber. Crossing the room, she moved around the bed and sat in the chair nearby, gazing regretfully upon the lifeless face.To have a death on her conscience was too great a burden to bear. Perhaps she was a fool to think that to confess her sin and beg forgiveness from the insensible victim would give her a little comfort, but she just couldn't help it."I'm so sorry, My Lord." She began."I thou
There hadn't been much progress on Lord Carlton's condition the following day. He remained unconscious, only a faint pulse indicated there was life in there, yet it hung by a tenuous thread. In the morning, Doctor Haynes returned to check on him. Ashton asked him if there was any hope, and the doctor shook his head slightly in answer.In contrast to her dramatic reaction over Lord Carlton's condition the day before, Lady Cecily showed little interest in taking care of her husband. Instead, it was a loyal servant that had worked for the family for nearly fourty years who seemed to care deeply about him, feeding him with broth and water every hour, and applying soothing balm to his chapped lips. When she had finished her gentle ministrations, the old maid would kneel beside his bed and folded her wrinkled hands, praying for the master's recovery.Inside one of the sitting room in the secluded West Wing, Ashton stood gazing into the fire where
Ava blanched upon hearing his oath. She'd never heard such ferocity in a person's voice. Quick to notice her sudden pallor, Ashton took her hand, murmured some excuse to Aunt Cecily and Magnus, and led her out of the room."Your hands are so cold," He looked down at her hand in his hold with concerned frown. Too overwhelmed with distress, she let him take her to her chamber upstairs."Nobody will know about it." He said once the door closed behind them, and when she remained mute, pale and cold with fear, he headed to the sideboard and poured a glass of brandy. He made her finish the drink in two long swallows, and took the empty glass from her trembling hand. Setting the glass in the nearest sideboard, he placed his hands on her arms, forcing her to look directly into his eyes."Listen, I've told the guards never to breathe a word about it to anyone. I'll replace them immediately. Don't be afraid, I won't let anything bad happen to y
The next thing she knew, Ashton and the guardsmen already moved with mad haste to save Lord Carlton's life. By sheer luck, one of the guards had managed to get a wagon from a local farmer to bring the wounded lord home. She fixed the bandage and tried to slow down the bleeding, doing the best she could without further question, since the severity of the lord's injury left no time for explanation. Unfortunately the process of removing the lord from the building into the vehicle and the rough journey back home seemed to worsen his condition. Once they arrived home, a servant rushed to fetch the new doctor. During the wait, Ashton could hardly think of anything else. He was too distraught with fear, not certain Lord Carlton would survive another minute. Thankfully, within minutes the doctor arrived with his nurse."I'll do my best."Doctor Haynes promised before closing the door to Lord Carlton's bedchamber.
It seemed like the matter was urgent and highly confidential, Uncle Carlton didn't even leave his name on the message. Pulling the top drawer, he slipped the note beneath the piles of documents and rushed out of the room.*****By the time Ava returned to the study, an empty room greeted her. A sudden sense of premonition settled over her, and she instantly suppressed it. He might have retired to his chamber, or he might have been doing some other activity in another parlor somewhere in the house, she told herself. Still, she couldn't help but quicken her pace as she rushed through the house, desperate to find him as soon as possible."Edward, where's my husband?" She asked when she came across the butler in the corridor. The butler halted and bowed."His Grace has left the house a few minutes ago, Your Grace."Her heart immediately missed a beat."What?! Where?""I