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"What, then, is a proper lady to you?" He tapped his hand on his thigh, consciously blinking both eyes. "A proper lady is one who is true to herself," Lady Fitzgerald said. "one who is not always bound by the rules of society, but manages to obey them."Brand stiffened, unpleasantly surprised. He did not know what to think or what to say. She was a rebel, just like Alexander."Forgive my words."He found his words. "One should never apologize for being candid." Then, "Are you a proper lady?"There was hesitation. "I believe I am."A smirk began to form on Brand's lips. "Is Lady Farrington a proper lady?"She hesitated again. "I believe she is."Brand's face straightened. He had been sporting for an argument. "You believe so?"Lady Fitzgerald nodded. "Propriety comes from the person who believes they are proper. That is how the standard began."Brand stared, finally seeing her appeal. It was not her beauty, nor her clever words. It was her thoughts and how she represented them. There
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Guinevere was bewildered. Her eyes widened, then a sweet smile surfaced, reflecting his own. "As enticing as that may sound, I do not want to be a traitor to my country." She replied with a shrug. Then, "I hate to be powerless.""But all men are powerless." Alexander said softly. She had rendered him powerless since the day she came to the castle, stealing his joy unless she was near."I hate to feel powerless." She looked afar off and corrected. "I despise knowing how powerless I am."He nodded carefully. Guinevere was undeniably smart, her intelligence shining through in her eyes. It was acceptable to feel powerless at times, but it was utterly unacceptable to remain so. He would grant her all the power she needed, and would teach her how to use it. Never again would such feelings plague her.Alexander rose to his feet. "Pick up that knife." He instructed, pointing to the knife on the table, his voice calm yet commanding.She did, rising to her feet as well. He watched her intently,
HATING HER KING The Plot At Bellingham House
The carriage rolled up to the grand circular drive in front of the mansion, its wheels crunching on the gravel. The coachman swiftly jumped down and pulled open the door. It was well past eight o'clock by the time she had left the castle, under the cover of the dark, starless night, its black cloak, a perfect shroud.Jane descended from the carriage, her movements swift and deliberate. She hurried up the familiar steps and into the house she had known so well since childhood. Bellingham House.She had visited this house countless times, spending plenteous moments with her beloved aunt. But tonight was different. Tonight, she had come not for comfort or nostalgia, but to secure her future. The butler stood waiting at the door. "Good evening, Lady Farrington." He greeted her with a slight bow. "Lord Denney is in his study in the company of Lord Featings. He has asked that you join them there as soon as you come."Jane nodded in acknowledgment. Though she knew the way, the butler led on
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***Alexander entered the piano room, his heart heavy from the happenings at Brand's birthday dinner. He was hoping to see Guinevere, to catch a glimpse of her graceful presence at the piano forte. However, as he looked through the room and found it empty, there was an unexpected sense of relief.He was somewhat drunk. She should not see him like that. Lady Wilmot's presence had caused him to overindulge in wine.The room was serene, bathed in the soft glow of the lit candles. He moved toward the piano, his fingers brushing lightly over the keys, then went over to sit in the only other chair in the room. The absence of Guinevere allowed him a rare moment of solitude, a chance to gather his thoughts without distraction.Brand, the ungrateful scoundrel, had worn a scowl the entire evening, even daring to glare at him. How dare he openly protest that he was unhappy with the presence at dinner. Why had he been unhappy? He should be glad to have his brother and mother at the same table. It
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Alexander turned to sit facing the piano, a gentle smile on his lips. "You are endearing. I could not help myself." He confessed, patting the space beside him on the bench, urging her to sit.Though there was hesitation, Guinevere took a deep breath and lowered herself back onto the bench. She was flushed.He gently touched her cheek. She flinched from him. "It was not my intention to startle you." His words accompanied the fall board back down over the keys.Guinevere's hands rested gently on the fall board, and she looked up at him with a soft smile. "You are forgiven." Her voice was warm. When Alexander met her gaze, she let out a light, melodious giggle. "I am in a benevolent mood.""Are you now?""Yes." She replied, her smile broadening. "And I am also gifting you this music, expecting no lessons in return." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, "Although you owe a debt already.""How truly benevolent of you." Alexander remarked with a smirk.Guinevere laughed softly. She
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Alexander sniggered. She was beyond adorable.He knew Brand hated staying on land for the same reason he continually refused his crown. It was because of him."Do not force your opinion on him.""I see why not. I am the king.""And he is the prince, with authority of his own.""I am his king."Guinevere paused her playing and gave him a condemning look. Alexander smiled and winked at her. She flustered."You are his king, it is true," she continued, "but greater than that, you are his brother. How can you ask him to learn forgiveness when you have not forgiven yourself? Whatever happened is in the past, Alexander.""He is still young, and it is my duty to protect him.""Is he fifteen?" Guinevere asked with a raised eyebrow. Alexander gave her a lazy look. "Or forgive my lazy mind. He is twenty today, yes?"She was teasing him. He was proud of her."The prince is hardly a child. Unless you, My Lord, are a child lover."Guinevere was eighteen, almost nineteen. Much younger than Brand.A
HATING HER KING Prologue 1
June 1821The sun was finally setting, dipping far to the horizon and over Westside Manor, a glow like never before hung beautifully. Hues of pink and gold cast across the sky, giving a sense of serenity and peace. It was the most beautiful sight. Perhaps the sunset was the same as before. Perhaps, nothing was a stranger. Perhaps the only difference was the promised visitors to come.Gwen stood in her room with her back against the wall, watching outside the window that overlooked the yard, waiting, listening for the invited party. Her nerves were in disarray as her fingers would not stop tingling. She watched as the gentle evening breeze troubled the tiny grasses while the leaves of the big trees danced to it, mocking it. She felt the tingle again and recognized it. It was the same feeling her fingers always retained whenever she played the piano, or ate something truly delicious, or got away with her naughty ways. It was the tingle of excitement.For a moment, she thought of the pia
HATING HER KING Prologue 2
Without a second to lose, she ran to her table, grabbed a parchment and sat down to write about her future groom.She wrote:They are here! The family that I am to one day be a part of, they have come! They seem strong and wealthy, and even though I do not care for those, Mother says it is best if they are present, for they would grant security. I suppose I shall be very secure then.'She giggled.'I saw him. It should be him for why would it not be? A young man, maybe a little younger than Eric, but like Eric, a man already. He is handsome, more than the portrait of him I possess. And powerful too.I do not know why Father and Eric asked me to remain in my room, it is strange, I must admit, and I wish to obey them but I am too curious to sit still. I want to know him; to hear his voice and know what my prospective husband thinks of me. I cannot believe that in five mere years to come, I shall be married. I would not be paraded around in the London season of my coming out.Is it a mys
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