London, September 1819Jane stood anxiously in the parlor, watching the clock on the mantel. A footman had brought tea in, and she kept wanting to pour herself a cup to calm her nerves. It had been so long since she'd seen her son. At last, her letters to him had finally received an answer. He was coming here to speak with her, to reconcile after his father's death all those years ago.The door to the parlor opened, and her butler escorted her son inside. Her heart leapt at the sight. He'd grown tall and handsome, like his father. But unlike Guy, he had her dark eyes and dark hair, which had pleased her husband Baltus since he'd been dark as well. Still, it hadn't erased the pain in her marriage, knowing that she'd come into her union with Baltus while carrying the child of first love."Hugo," Jane breathed, her lips trembling as she held out her hands. He approached her a little stiffly, but he took her hands in his as they sat down on the settee beside each other."Tea?" she offe
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