บททั้งหมดของ The Bitter Prince: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 50: A Fancy Round Of FisticuffsThe Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Fists met flesh as the two men went back and forth with blows with embedded knuckles as they fought to keep themselves upright amid the booze they ingested prior to slugging it out and the various blows absorbed against their respective persons. Alain Remington was faring quite well against the chosen opponent and holding his own despite his drunkenness. In the corner of the room, a lone redhead girl had taken a special interest in the evening's bout in the form of watching the handsome nobleman take on the dirty seafarer. Both had been shirtless, stripped down to their trousers, and stumbled about after a substantial application of drink on both their parts while committing to wayward blows dealt to one another via the intent to come away with a hard-fought victory once the bout had come to an end. The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlow

Chapter 52: The Perks Of Blissful IgnoranceAlain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... Rolling onto his back as the unimpeded beams of sunlight hit his handsome face, Alain Remington had been a bit shocked to find that he had not been in bed alone as his cock tented the hard-pressed sheets that lined his temporary bed and the pungent scent of sex and lingering vomit filled the air along with the tinge of rum and flowers. He felt the onset of the cool air along the pale bare flesh of his lean muscled chest as he sought to make sense of his surroundings. While he had a few bumps and bruises from his journey into the wonderful world of fisticuffs, Alain had noted he'd been bandaged and cleaned just the same and had not recalled doing it himself. The hazel eyes of the formerly slumbering noble had come into focus and at last, he attempted to sit up finding himself unable to do so with his head swimming and his body too weak from strenuous acti

Chapter 54: An Awful Terrible Idea Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... As the storm raged outside the tavern and pelted the dirty cobblestone streets with a good deal of flooding, Alain Remington had glared rather silently at his painting, the latest in his collection of masterpieces despite his resident bitterness in the way his life had turned out when the promise of love and happiness had become but a bitter memory of betrayal of the highest fashion. Alain had not been alone in his room despite his apparent tendency to sulk as his hazel eyes once more trailed toward the nearly finished and quite fetching portrait that hugged the easel as he stood before it, still naked from head to toe and his breath reeking of every manner of ale from the tavern below. It had been quite the match to the slumbering redhead peasant girl having a bit of a lie in due to the weather and their earlier exploits between his formerly crisp sheets. Slowl

Chapter 56: Keeping Up AppearancesThe Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)...  Sir Alfred Remington had been pacing quite a bit as he attempted to sift through the crowds of people well-dressed and pleased to be in attendance at the former Governor's eldest son's wedding. Casimir had quite a reputation and news of his impending nuptials and the fact that he'd been looking forward to them gave everyone pause when it came to wanting to know just who the bride had been that had garnered the attention of such an affluent and carefree young man to the point of making him want to settle down like anyone else. It was a rare thing to note that Alfred's problem child had not at all been Casimir, who was as nervous as can be about his wedding, even more so when he had not seen neither hide nor hair of his baby brother following their less than ideal run-in before the younger lad took off for parts unknown and stayed g

Chapter 58: Elegance And Refinement The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)... Both Alain and Casimir arrived in good time from the brothel despite Alana Duchaine being mortified when she realized where her elder son had been and where her precious younger son Alain had to retrieve him. Alain had been quite amused as he moved through the crowd making his way to the servants carrying champagne and he watched from afar as everyone scrambled to get ready for the upcoming nuptials. He'd taken a moment to clear his head after heading upstairs in a bid to avoid a bombardment of unwanted questions from women still auctioning off their unwed daughters and found that the room that one of the guest rooms had been occupied by none other than Noreen McCrayson herself. She had been quite a lovely sight, sitting before the vanity in the room and appearing to compose herself as she awaited news of Casimir's arrival and the impending wedding that was to change both of their lives forever.