Emily's eyes ran over the room and the still-bent figures of most of the men in the room. Mr. Brown and who she figured was the priest were overshadowed by the man who was now gazing intently at her, the one part of his face that she could see fixed on her and his expression pensive and --- dare she say, hungry.
His bow had been the shortest of them all and for what seemed like ages but was probably a handful of seconds, they stared at each other. She could imagine how she looked. She felt like a deer caught in headlights and was unsure of what exactly was going on.
She knew that her fear and uncertainty must have shown in her face as the now-straightened priest looked at her with an expression akin to pity on his weathered face.
"Miss Dewhurst," her betrothed broke the silence, "meet the priest. Father Benjamin will wed us."
She swallowed reflexively and turned to the priest to curtsy but he instead clasped her hands in his.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, sir."
He smiled, the lines at the sides of his mouth deepening. "It's alright, Miss Dewhurst. I understand that women tend to take a longer time with their appearance."
Her cheeks flamed and she knew she probably looked like a cherub. The curse of being extremely pale skinned and blushing at the drop of a hat.
"Shall we begin?" Edward drawled beside her and she turned wide eyes to him, her stomach dropping in dread.
"Very well," father Benjamin chimes in, his voice taking on fake excitement.
Arranging the folds of her dress, Emily moved to stand opposite her betrothed and strained her eyes to see him fully. However, he was determined to keep her in the dark -literally- so she regained her posture and waited, trying her hardest not to think of her depressing circumstances.
She was finding it difficult to come to terms with the fact that she was getting married in a dark, almost empty study with none of her family with her.
All her life, she had believed she would marry in her family's cathedral, surrounded by her family and with a groom who would shower praises on her.
She had thought wrong.
Her groom had given no indication that he had any intention to comment on her looks.
The only people there were her and her betrothed, the priest, Mr. Brown, Helena who she assumed was the head housekeeper, and the maid who had been assigned to help her dress up but who was no more knowledgeable about fashion than a normal country girl.
Emily had arranged her hair herself with the knowledge she had gleaned from years of watching skilled maids and although she did a good job, she knew the maid assigned to her who she figured out was named Sunny, was overwhelmed by the task of getting her mistress's hair ready. Emily couldn't wait for her personal maid, Anna, who was coming the next morning with more of her luggages.
Since her groom was determined to keep himself hidden from her, she kept her gaze fixed on his intricately knotted cravat, noting that he had taken the time to get dressed up for their nuptials although she could see little of what he had on.
There was a few minutes where everyone assumed their position; the priest standing in front of them, Mr. Brown and the women behind them, the ceremony began.
Emily had never felt as lonely as she had at the moment. She felt utterly alone and would have done anything to have someone she knew in the room. Of course, it wasn't like His Grace had any family in the room, but his servants counted.
She conjured up memories of her family; her father who had been nothing but sweet and indulgent until this catastrophic marriage he had arranged, her sister Margaret, who was fifteen years of age and was still in the school, and her myriad of dogs and horses who she spent all her free moment loving and petting. Her family was always filled with laughter and drama, her sister had a flair for dramatics and her father was only too happy to indulge his daughters.
No matter how she felt about what he had done, she missed him severely and missed her sister's quips and side talks.
"Miss Dewhurst?"
She was startled back to reality by the priest's gentle cajoling. She looked up at him with wide eyes, afraid she had said something wrong.
The priest's eyes were warm and filled with understanding and Emily grabbed onto that comforting look with all her heart. She would take whatever scrap of sympathy she could get at this time.
"She is tired from her travel," His Grace cut in and her eyes flew to him. "Please repeat the question."
The priest's accusing eyes shot to the man as well, questions written in the deep set of his eyes. It was clear that he was tempted to ask the Duke why he hadn't thought it was to give her time to rest. He held himself back and repeated himself.
"Do you take His Grace, Edward the third Duke of Snowshill to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Emily felt a knot in her throat and for a moment, she had a terrifying thought. What if she said no?
She just as quickly shook the thought off. No, she could never do that. Her father had placed a lot of hope in her.
With great effort, she swallowed the knot and whispered the words that would legally bind her together with this man.
"Yes, I do."
Everything moved in slow motion after that. His Grace slid on a cold metal unto her fourth finger and she lowered her head to look at it.
She was unable to see much pass the shean of tears in her eyes but she could tell that the jewel attached to the ring was ostentaciously big, almost gaudy if not for the elegant setting of the rocks.
When the ceremony was done, His Grace -her husband- waited to talk to the priest and the maids led her back upstairs. The knowledge that she now had a husband filled her stomach with a cold dread and goosebumps littered all over her skin despite the pleasantly warm weather and heavy dress she wore.
She ascended the stairs quietly and noticed from her side vision that the Helena, the head housekeeper, stayed back but Sunny continued walking with her.
The door to her room was opened to reveal two other maids laying out night clothes for her and once they caught sight of her, they dropped into low curtsies.
"Would you like to take your dinner with His Grace or would you prefer to eat in your chambers, Miss Dewhurst?" Sunny asked, her short black hair bobbing as she spoke animatedly.
"I'll eat with His Grace."
She would love nothing more than to hide out in her room and avoid the blasted man, but it would be a sign of bad luck to not share their first meal as a married couple.
A short rap on the door had Sunny going to see who it was. After a hurried whisper, she slid the door close and walked back into the room, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"Uhm.." she began unsurely, "His Grace sends word that sadly, he won't be able to share dinner tonight as he has a pressing matter to attend to."
Emily was at a loss for words. What matter would be more pressing than his new wife?
Sunny opens and closes her mouth a few times before she finally gathers the courage to continue.
"He says you should have dinner and get dressed to wait for him."
Anger was the first emotion that she felt. It slid in, hot and heavy, causing her head to feel lightened and her vision to blur.
Oh, he sends his servants to do his dirty work for him, doesn't he? He should have told her to her face.
Closely following the anger is confusion. Wait for him? What did he---
Oh
Heavens! It was her wedding night.
She then looked at the clothes the maids had been fiddling with and all the blood drained out of her head at the sight of the sheer nightie that would make her Aunty Agatha swoon and faint. It was a useless piece of fabric that would expose more than it covered and she knew she was better off going without it.
He wanted her to wear that and wait for him.
He would expect conjugal rights.
Oh heavens! She felt lightheaded and when she turned to look at the maids, they were all staring at her with bated breaths.
"I need a minute," she managed to choke out and they were barely out the door when she crumbled into a heap on the floor, her sobs ricocheting off the walls of the room.
Edward crept into his own house. He felt more like an errant teenager that was returning home too late from a night out with friends than the lord of a manor and a member of the king's parliament.All this because he didn't want to risk Emily to see him when he was least prepared. He knew that she'd be angry. And for a good reason because he was basically traumatizing the poor girl with a rushed marriage and he didn't show up for what would have been their first meal together as a married couple. He only hoped she wasn't the type of person that would destroy everything in her path when she got angry.He was about to start climbing the stairs when Mr. Brown appeared like an apparition on the top of the stairs, startling Edward."Blast it, Albert!" Edward said, his eyes slightly widened in surprise."Welcome, Your Grace," he said quietly, seeming to realize that his master wouldn't care much for loudness. He also chose to ignore the fact that his Lord had called him by his Christian nam
Emily woke up the next morning disoriented and tired from crying. Her head felt groggy and her muscles felt weak with exhaustion. The maids had finally lit a fire in the hearth and the room was warm and comfortable.Sitting up in bed, she contemplated staying in bed all day but decided against the idea. She slid off the bed and slipped her feet into comfortable shoes before moving to the window where she opened the drapes. The room was awash with soft light, and she stared out the window with her hands wrapped around herself.From her window, she had a perfect view of the well-kept yard and the trimmed flowers that decorated it. It was a beautiful sight and one she was glad she would be able to view everyday.Everyday.She was now a married woman. The thought which had previously filled her with glee when she fantasized about living with George as his wife, had now turned sour as she was presented with the man who was now her husband.Her thoughts slipped to the previous night where h
Emily descended the stairs slowly, her eyes already adjusting to the darkness of the manor. Her body was itching with the us to bring a lot more light into the darkened interior, but that would have to wait. She must first formally introduce herself to the staff.At the bottom of the elegantly curved stairs, a group of people gathered. As she got closer to them, she saw that they were all outfitted differently. A few of them wore caps on their heads, indicating that they worked in the kitchens, and a few other were dressed in heavy work clothes and high boots. She thought that those ones must work in the lands or stables. She had heard the whinnying of horses from her room and thus knew that His Grace had horses."Good morning, Your Grace," chorused all around her as they all dropped into low curtsies. She was taken aback by the title for a minute before remembering that she was know a duchess and would always be referred to as "Her Grace".This wouldn't be an easy thing to get used t
The moment Edward caught sight of his home, he knew that something was wrong. His horse's gallops had a strange way of making him feel calm, and it had worked. Leaving the house early had turned into habit of sorts for him. He would do everything he needed to do then enjoy a leisurely stroll around the border of his land, saying hello to the few tenants he ran into and enjoying the calming movement of his horse with his hat always slung low on his head, obliterating his face from stares.Today, however, the closer the horse trotted to the manor, the heavier his stomach felt. He thought it was something he ate until he caught sight of the first clue; a window with the drapes opened.No, she didn't.Edward didn't want to believe it, but the evidence stared him in the face. His conscience pricked him.Surely, you didn't expect her to feel her way through the dark house. He had known that it was inevitable that she would want the drapes opened the day after they wed.By the time he got to
Emily made to go after His grace and speak with him about his demeanor towards her but quickly changed her mind. Maybe when was tired as Mr. Brow had said but it still wasn't enough reason for him to have acted the way he did.With a grunt, Emily turned and completed her walk downstairs. She paused as she suddenly had a thought, a question that was beginning to bother her. She turned to Mr. Brown."Does His grace despise my presence?" I asked Mr. Brown whose face seemed to lack any hint of emotion."No, Your Grace," Mr. Brown said, keeping his stoic expression. "On the contrary actually. He really likes your presence but His Grace is not one to show it.""Oh," Emily muttered with a sigh as she made her way to the kitchen. She still couldn't believe she had left her happy and gleeful love to get married to one who refused to show any hint of emotion. She decided to let it not bother her as she was just doing it to keep her father happy.She passed some maids who were dusting the counte
Edward sat down on his cushion seat with a sigh. His palms shook and his face was filled with sweat that caused his one eye to flutter as the salty excretion dropped into it. The sweat had not come because of the hat on his head but the sheer thought of his new wife seeing his face.He grabbed his hat tight and threw it down to the floor as he grunted in anger. His fast paced heartbeat began to slow down as he placed his palm over his face, taking slow, deep breaths. The darkness of the room seemed to aid in taking off the fear that had been causing his body to shake and a sense of peace flooded his being. He was back where he belonged. He was finally at peace. "Why did she open the drapes?" he asked himself as he took his hands off his face and placed them on his knees. "And why did she leave mine closed?" These thoughts kept on coming and he just couldn't seem to find the answer."Her Grace just wanted a little ray of light to sleep into the rooms," Edward heard someone say and he
Emily sat down on the dining chair and stared at the food places in front of her. She was hungry and wanted to dive into the food but curtsy demanded that she waited for her husband, His Grace, before taking any bite. If he was even going to come down to eat. Seconds turned to minutes and her patience was getting cold. So was the food too. If His Grace didn't come down soon, she would be tempted to eat the food and that was not going to be on her."Mr. Brown?" Emily called out to the butler as he passed by the dining table. He paused on his steps and turned to her with a bow before saying, "yes, Your Grace." "Is His Grace coming to join me for breakfast?" Emily asked and Mr. brown shook his head. Confused, Emily asked, "why?""He has some business up at the town square to attend to," Mr. Brown replied. "He sends his apologies." Emily knew the latter was not from His Grace. Mr. Brown had just said that to calm Emily nerves down but it wasn't working. It instead was doing the opposit
"Here comes the great Edward, great Duke of Snowhill, known to be the killer of men and beast to the gentle," James said with a chuckle as Edward rode towards him. "What brings you to my parts this afternoon.""I don't think this deserves to be called an afternoon," Edward replied with a smile as he came down from his horse after he had pulled it to a stop. "The rain clouds has blocked the little light that we were meant to receive, turning this fine afternoon to a cold morn.""Typical Edward," James said as he walked towards Edward. "Always complaining about the littlest thing.""Hello, James," Edward greeted with a smile as he pulled his old friend into a hug."That's enough, brother," James said, pushing himself from Edwards tight embrace. "I do not want passers-by to have second thoughts about your display of affection." Edward bellowed out in laughter he wrapped his arms around James neck and pulled him into his house."I heard of your marriage to the daughter of the Baronet of B
Emily raised her head from the table, feeling pains around her neck area. With her eyes still closed, she touched it slightly and groaned silently.Opening both eyes, she looked around and realized she was still in the restaurant but it was late at night. "It is already late?" she asked herself and got a reply fr the old butler who just came back from the gents. "Yes, Her Grace." he replied, walking up to her slowly. "And where is His Grace?" the Duchess asked, showing how annoyed she is through the expression on her face. "I do not think he will be..." Mr Brown had not finished talking when Emily hit the table so loud that everyone in there, turned to take a glance at what was happening. "What do you mean?! I have waited for him and yet, he is not going to make it to this place?" Emily asked angrily.The old butler did not know how to calm her down and so he just stood without uttering a sound, arms at the back, heads down.Seeing the old butler not responding, she annoyingly carri
The royal guard quietly walked into the manor which he had seen the Duke's younger brother in. Looking around, he gave a voiceless sound at what he saw. He could not help but put his hand over his head and shake it for what seemed like forever. The structure of the manor made him wonder if it was Williams that owned it or another person. He, then, looked at the floor to see if he could sight a stick for clearing the bush that prevented him from passing.On catching sight of one, he picked it immediately and used it for the purpose. Swinging it, he made way for himself into the manor. "What type of building is this?" he said as he shook his head. He stood in front of the manor in an akimbo position. Sighing, he decided to enter into the manor. Surprisingly, the door was opened wide and this made the guard stop and look back. "Is there not anyone staying here? Why does it look so quiet?" He asked himself as he held the handle of the door. Summoning courage, he entered into the buildin
"I want you to help me monitor the Duke's younger brother, Williams." Mr Brown said as he put his hands in his pocket. The statement uttered by the old butler surprised the total guard and made him open his eyes wide. "The Duke's younger brother? Why?" he asked."I will explain everything to you later on. Just make sure you check every movement he makes and steps he carries." Mr Brown said. "Oh, Okay. I will do just that." the guard replied, bowing his head slightly. They, then, moved back to the living room to join the rest. Going inside, they met the old housekeeper, the Duchess and Duke walking down the stairs. "We will get going now." the royal guards said, smiling to the old butler. "Okay." Mr Brown answered. The royal guards headed to the entrance and left. Turning to Mr Dewhurst, the old butler walked to where they were seated. "Sister Emily!" Beauty exclaimed and ran to her sister who was also running towards her direction. "Beauty!" Emily shouted, hugging her younger sist
"Was that how he got to know about black magic?" Edward asked Mr Brown who was seated near him."Yes. And he hid it from your brother." Mr Brown answered. "Do you know why?" the old butler added, facing the Duke. "No, I....." Edward, then, looked at Mr Brown intensely. The old butler looked at him as if saying "you really do not know?" The Duke looked back at the floor and suddenly tapped his lap twice."I know! Because Williams will use it for his bad purpose." he said, looking at the old butler. "Exactly, His Grace." Mr Brown said, nodding his head. "So if he had the opportunity without my father's help, he would use it against everyone right?" Edward asked. "Yes and also use it against the person that denied him that opportunity." the old butler concluded. "That would mean death....right?" the Duke asked, slowly looking at the ceiling and immediately to the old butler. "Yes." Mr Brown replied. At this point, Mr Brown needed the Duke to get the point he wanted to prove to him. "H
The Duke and Mr Brown got to the manor in no time. This was because they whipped the horses to run faster. Now that they had a proper clue of what they wanted to deal with, they individually made up their minds to end the whole situation."Finally, we are here." Mr Brown muttered as he came down from the horse. He called the second stable boy."Yes sir." the boy answered. "I need you to call the royal guards for me. Tell them it is very urgent." the old butler said, as he rubbed the horse's back. "Okay sir." the boy replied, running as fast as his legs could carry him."Have you told him what to do?" the Duke asked, approaching the barn. "Yes, His Grace." Mr Brown responded. "Good." Edward said, looking into the woods."What do we need to do now?" the old butler asked. "We just need to find the killer since we are this close." Edward replied. "But first, there is something I need to show you. Follow me." the Duke added, going out of the barn and heading to the manor. "Okay His Grace."
"If I were in his shoes, I would have dealt with the Duke severely. But I would not let it be obvious that I am the one carrying out the acts. It would just be like an insect, eating up the vegetable from within." Hannah said firmly. Emily looked at her, opened her mouth and waved one of her fingers in the air as if to say something. Hannah thought she had offended the Duchess and immediately knelt to beg her. "I am so sorry Her Gra...." She was about finishing the statement when Emily interrupted her."No no, that was not what I meant. Please rise." Emily said as she assisted the housekeeper to stand by using both of her hands. She held her shoulders tight and said "Look Hannah, you have really helped me to see what I needed. I can not walk on this journey alone." the Duchess added."I need your help. I would explain everything to you." Emily said as she quickly dragged the housekeeper by her hand and ran as fast as she could. "Her Grace, I do not seem to understand what is going..
"Wow! The sky looks radiating, making it difficult to take my eyes off it." Emily said, swinging her hands sideways and making claps. It had been a while she felt genuinely happy and refreshing. With all that had been happening, she had been in her space, scared to come out. But was helped by her best friend's comfort and definitely, her husband, the Duke. Hannah, who always stayed behind her, followed her slowly. As the housekeeper walked having both of her hands in front of her, with her fingers interlocked, she observed the Duchess. "She looks peaceful and free. I think she is already getting comfortable in here." Hannah thought. "Hannah." Emily called. "Yes ma" the housekeeper answered, moving to her side. "How long have you been here?" the Duchess asked. "For thirteen years, Her Grace." Hannah said as she bowed slightly. "You have actually stayed here for long." Emily added, facing her. The housekeeper responded with a nod."Which means you know a lot about the Duke and his fa
Emily woke to the singing of the birds near her window. She turned slightly to the opening that made the sun rays shine brightly into the room. The light from the beautiful day's gift made her cover her face with her right hand. "Urgghh, it is too bright!" She exclaimed.As she was about sitting upright, a hand out of nowhere put down the drape."Why would the sun ever think of hurting you?" The voice said. She turned immediately and was about jumping up from the bed when she saw Edward.On seeing him, she sighed and relaxed back on the bed."Were you that scared?" Edward said, sitting near were she was lying and rubbing her forehead. She mumbled something he did not hear. "Good morning my Queen. I hope you are better now?" Edward continued. "Good morning His Grace." She replied, sitting up again. Looking at him, she asked "How did you know I was not okay and where is Victoria?""Victoria is carrying out her duties in the kitchen. She reported to me this morning about your welfare. S
The Duke followed Mr Brown to the barn. It was already late at night and so they took a wooden lamp along with them. Mr Brown got to the barn and signaled for them to sit. Edward obeyed and sat. Despite the fact that Mr Brown worked under him, he still showed respect to the old man. He had been working for his father before he kicked the bucket. He had also been taking care of he and his junior brother, William ever since they were little. With several sacrifices, the old butler had taken his time to train them well but William chose the wrong part to follow.Thinking of all the good and bad times they have had together, it made Edward love the old butler even when he gives certain attitudes."Mr Brown, what is the matter?" Edward asked as he sat slowly on the wooden box that was used by the stable boy. "Your Grace, I am sorry for disturbing you after meal. I just needed to relay some essential information to you." the old butler replied, looking at the Duke. While saying this, he al