* * *Dearest Husband,I am glad my note made you glad. Waiting for your note has become the best part of my visit and when I read them, I feel even more alive. Whenever I see the carriage of your messenger even from afar, I become very delighted because I know he has come bearing a missive from you. Jem might just about be an angel.A few days ago, I climbed up Westside Hill, alone. I visited to give a proper farewell to Eric, he deserved that much and I felt relief after. It was a wonderful feeling.I had to let him go so I can only remember the good times.How fares the attack?Beth, your wife.* * *'Wife,Be careful, else I might have to remand Jem. How dare he?You are a constant thought in my mind too, and in my trousers. Everyday I miss you all over again and wish I were there with you. I should have been there with you too when you went up the hill. Bethany, I want you to depend on me completely and I would do all I can to protect you from hurt in and out.I am here for you.'
February 1827The carriage rocked violently as they fell into a pothole and the wind carried the faint apology of the coachman to her. Beth wasn't the least concerned, she was too happy to bother about small mistakes. And she was too satisfied to care.Her husband had returned.Charles had returned the previous day and, not stopping to bother about the servants who were watching, she raced out as soon as she had seen his carriage. She had been eager for his return. The days after his last note had been received had been longer than the weeks she had waited for him.He promised that he would be gone for a month, but had stayed longer. When his note came to her, telling of his return, Beth had been happy and eager for him, but when one week quickly turned into two, her heart became fearful. No further note came and she did not know of his whereabouts. All that kept her company was hope and the memories of him. Until a carriage bearing the Coat Of Arm of Carlisle came, approaching the ma
* * *Charles sat down in discussion with St. James and Willowbrook in the Great Room, requesting and receiving the report on their areas of assignment."This is the last of it, Your Grace." St. James said, giving him some parchments.Charles received it and passed it to Albert. "Any deaths?""None Sir, injuries were sustained but no deaths.""None from my regime either." Willowbrook said.Charles nodded. No one died. Good. "See to it that they are all compensated and make certain they remain tight lipped about this attack.""Yes, Your Grace." The men chorused.Suddenly, the doors flew open. Beth marched forward to stand before him, veering around the low table. "How dare you?"Charles lifted his head to her face. "What?""How dare you? I ask.""Bethany…""How dare you?!" She yelled out, breathing heavily. "You make me look like a fool and now you sit there feigning innocence?"Clueless at her accusations, he looked behind her. Thomas stood at the door with a horrid expression. The ma
She slowly opened her eyes and whispered, placing her other hand over his that still held tightly to her wrist. "You are hurting me now."Her eyes glistened with the tears but he saw fear in them. She was frightened of him. He quickly let go, putting a safe distance between them. With a voice barely audible, he asked. "What would you have me do? He is the King. I cannot question him."Beth turned her face from his, sniffing. "Then do nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would find a way to rescue my sister from becoming a royal mistress." She gently pushed against his chest, sobbing and set herself free.Charles remained by the wall, listening to her footsteps reside. He was aware of his trembling hands and his bruised knuckle. His rage made him breathless, but he was not angry at her. His anger was towards Alexander. How could they discuss with him in the room and make a fool of him? He had never hated Alexander as much as he did at the moment."She has suffered enough. I would not let her
How much cruel could fate be?How much more must they endure?!Someone knocked carefully. Beth sent a lazy glance to the door. Anna slowly walked in, face turned to the floor making Beth feel sorry. "Your Grace, you have callers."She was not in the mood. "Send them away. I do not wish to meet anyone.""They insist. Explicitly stating they must meet with you.""Who are they?""Lady Cossington and Lady Dumbray."She blanched, tension roiling in her stomach. She could not stand a minute with the wicked ladies, not after her argument with Charles. She could have them sent to him."Where is Charles?""He rode out. I hear it still relates to his trip."Beth suddenly became grim. Were they deteriorating back to the days he would leave and she would have no knowledge of his whereabouts? Had they taken that wrong turn again? If they had, she was the driver.With a sigh, she rose to her feet. If they could not be sent away, they might as well be attended to. "Where are they?""I had them wait
Standing at the main doors, Beth watched Lady Cossington and Lady Dumbray enter their carriage and continued still, watching, until the carriage left Carlisle Crest. Her heart was bursting with joy and her smile did little to hide it. Thomas stood beside her, smiling too.Joyously, she almost pumped her hand in the air.Triumph!She was triumphant!!Beth felt herself soaring above the clouds as the wind blew past her hair and the warm evening sun on her face. She had defended herself against Lady Cossington and her lackey, and she had won. It felt more glorious than when her mother had brought home new linen for clothes. It was more satisfying than a good morning breakfast.She was overflowing with joy and was clueless on how to manage it.Anna came running to them. "Your Grace, I saw a carriage departing."She had noticed the girl's absence. How frightened of Lady Cossington was she? "Yes, the carriage left and they left with it. You never have to fear them again." Anna beamed.Thoma
The rhyming, pounding sound continued and he listened.A paper tore. "His Royal Highness leaves for China in two days, Your Grace." Albert said, reading the letter from Mainecroft Hall.Charles nodded, collecting his thoughts back to the tasks at hand. He needed to settle the loot quickly before Brand left.He would divide the pirates' fortune and account possessions to the King's coffer and the nation's treasury. Whatever could not be explained and ships would be awarded to Brand at his request while half of Lumbridge's Estates and wealth belonged to Carlisle. It seemed to be a fitting arrangement.Charles feared what would have been the outcome if Denney had confirmed his contracts with the pirates before the attack. He sighed. The day Alexander chose to declare Denney a traitor, he would be glad to add the greedy man's wealth to the royal treasury.Alexander had with his wit and sly motions protected the country, but his forgiveness of family had always been an annoyance to Charles
Charles was frozen in place, as was Beth. He turned and saw the shock in her eyes. She hadn't known. His eyes travelled to rest on her stomach, before he pulled it back to Dr. Lockhart, his hold on hers tightening. "Are… are you certain?"The Physician nodded widely. "If I wasn't, I never would have mentioned it."His brows furrowed but his heart expanded and an unfamiliar feeling flooded him. Charles nodded as the information sank in. Beth pushed herself up to sit and he helped her, his gaze becoming fierce.When she winced, Charles's concerns knew no bounds. "Is she wounded?"Dr. Lockhart shook his head. "She is impeccable, Your Grace. Though I advise her to improve her regime and eat regularly. She would need strength, for her and the child."He was overwhelmed. Pregnant? Beth was with child for him. His heartbeat thundered and the unfamiliar feeling threatened to explode out of him. His throat hurt and his vision was becoming impaired."Congratulations, My Lady." The maid servant