All Chapters of The Bitter Prince: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 40: A Boys' Night Out The Grounds, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1763)... Alain Remington was pleased to finally be home again after such a perilous journey in attempting to return. Surviving the rage of that storm had given him a few things to think about least of which had been his chosen station. His mind had traveled back to Noreen and how she made him feel and with recent talk of Casimir getting married, Alain saw no reason why he needed to wait when he had already found the woman for him. Noreen wasn't in the least forthcoming about her upbringing nor much about her family but Alain was hoping that he could change that once she began to trust him completely. He had not cared where she came from nor whom she'd been related to all he had known was that he was madly in love with her and it only seemed to intensify during his absence from her and his home. The weary seventeen-year-old lad found himself in the midst of familiar comforts as he set about looking

Chapter 42: The Inevitable Testing Of BondsThe Grounds, The DuChene Estate, Leighton, England (1763)...  The arrival of guests and the seemingly endless chatter did little to lighten the mood as Alain Remington stood with a glass of red wine in hand as he peered out the window of his mother's dining hall. He watched with barely any interest as guest after guest made their way into the house while the live music played and the fire crackled in the enormous fireplace in the center of the hall as people from most noble walks of life filed into the manor.The bitter mood Alain found himself in was courtesy of having his young heart broken in such a short amount of time. He managed to pick himself up off the ground after dusk, his hopes of having a life with Noreen McCray had been dashed considerably as he began to emotionally withdraw from the world around him.All he could see from the moment he foun

Chapter 44: A Studious Avenue The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Renting a space away from the prying eyes of his overbearing family was one step toward independence as the grove was no longer a place he had any intention of returning to. Casimir's wedding was due to take place and there was no way he wished to share the same living quarters as Casimir and Noreen when it was all said and done. He found Noreen to be quite nosey when it came to his personal affairs and the fact that she'd gone to his father to speak about his occasional overindulgence with rum and wine was all the more aggravating. Sir Alfred had taken her side not knowing the kind of viper she was nor the fact that it was her lies and wickedness that led him to seek soles in the bottom of a bottle now and again. Alain yawned as he entered his room it was a modest space, with plenty of room for him to work if he so desired, and well above the tavern where a local place where women

Chapter 46: Embittered PerceptionsAlain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Aches and pains the world over greeted the ailing Alain Remington when he opened his eyes to find that he'd been hauled back to his rented space after yet another night of hard drinking and endless mischief. His face hurt something awful as he recalled a fist crashing into it over and over in the wake of the tavern brawl that had broken out due to the patrons and Alain in his drunken stupor getting a bit too rowdy after an argument. Fists continued to fly for hours on end until everyone either grew too exhausted to throw another punch or were chased off by the owner of the tavern. Much to the shock of those who had been in attendance, The ailing young noble had surprisingly come out on top, beating the best of the brutes to the point of causing them to quit the match-up as if it were nothing. He'd been tagged in the face a time or two, but not enough to stop him from

Chapter 48: A Shameful Morning After Alain's Room, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... An agonized groan escaped a still very hungover Alain Remington as he rolled onto his back amid the soft covers that lined his bed. He had some kind of a headache that only intensified with the onset of beaming sunlight that pierced the makeshift drapes and came right for his face as he winced in pain and found himself awakening before he was good and ready. He was quite shocked to find that he'd been naked although it was more or less routine ever since he'd taken to drink and in the company of a strange new bedmate. Alain froze when his movements to escape the blaring light of the sun jolted the slumbering smaller female body which had been tucked very neatly amid the covers and his naked form he gasped for a moment unsure of what transpired the previous night when he'd been under the influence of his less than savory feelings and drink. The naked pale redhead