Protection (A Forbidden Love, #2)

By Elise de Sallier

Prologue

Revenge

1831

Lord Richard Copeland, erstwhile baron and fugitive from the King’s justice, nursed
a brandy in his right hand, his left occupied with squeezing the hip of the blonde
lounging on the arm of his chair. She was overdressed in corset and chemise, a
situation he would soon remedy. Considering his plans for the evening, it was a
good thing her tolerance for rough treatment was high.

Having been stripped of his title and forced to flee abroad to avoid imprisonment—
his return to England only temporary—Copeland’s need for brutality was bordering on
murderous. He hoped the girl survived the night, as she had been with him for a
while now. Finding a replacement would be a nuisance.

“Sorry to hear about your trials, old chap.”

His drinking companion’s tone was gloating, and Copeland’s grip tightened on the
girl’s cloth-covered flesh.

“Gettin’ started already, my lord?” The whore stood and sauntered towards the bed,
the sway of her hips drawing his eye.

“You’ll know when we’ve started.” He dismissed her with a flick of his fingers and
looked to the man seated opposite. “Care to join us? It’s been some months since
I’ve indulged in a threesome—well, that sort of threesome. You can expect a high
degree of physicality.”

If his whip hand slipped and came down on the young lord’s fragile skin, there
wouldn’t be anything the arrogant fop could do about it—and he might learn to treat
his betters with a little more respect.

“Maybe next time. I’ve already put in my order down the road.”

Copeland shrugged. While he could appreciate the appeal of youth, he wasn’t

interested in bedding children. They bored him.

“You’re a brave fellow for returning to English shores after the stunt you pulled,”
his drinking partner continued. “We’ve all been tempted to preempt an inheritance,
but you must admit you took a risk trying to rid the Barlow estate of its incumbent
holder. Although, shooting the fellow in the chest should have been sufficient.”

“Bloody oath, it should have,” Copeland muttered, infuriated the retired officer
had survived what he’d believed to be a mortal wound.

“What I can’t understand is why you went to such effort over a minor estate, an
entailed one at that, or why you’d want to wed the man’s daughter?” he said, a sly
smile twisting his lips. “Don’t tell me you developed a tendre for the chit?
Although it would explain why you had all and sundry out hunting for her.”

“I couldn’t give a damn about the girl.” Copeland downed his glass in one gulp and
then threw it at the stone fireplace.
“Unappealing, was she?”

“Quite the opposite. Red hair, green eyes, and a form to make a man’s hands itch.
Well, a man who appreciates that sort of thing.” Once she was under his control,
Copeland anticipated receiving great enjoyment from marking the girl’s porcelain
skin—repeatedly. “She was merely a means to an end.”

“What end would that be? I heard the necklace the daughter took with her when she
fled was valuable.”

“Valuable?” Copeland sneered.

His curiosity had been piqued by the rumours of a French princess having escaped
the Terror, a priceless pearl necklace in her possession, but he’d never expected
to discover her daughter was his distant cousin. Motivated by increasing debt, he’d
only made the journey to Barlow Manor in the hopes of finding his predecessor in
poor health or a generous mood. But one glance at his flame-haired daughter, who
bore a striking likeness to the princess whose portrait Copeland had seen at St
James’s Palace, and he’d realised a far greater prize than the minor estate was
within his reach. If they had wed, the girl’s connections, once publicly
acknowledged, would have greatly increased his standing. Considering the paltry
size of her dowry, he’d have had to realise the monetary value of the necklace—a
challenge given its notoriety. The situation was simpler now that he no longer need
worry about the opinions of others, a two-edged sword for which he had Miss Barlow
to thank.

“The necklace isn’t merely valuable, it’s priceless.” Copeland dangled the hook.
“But not worth half as much as my sweet cousin to the right buyer.”

“Really? She must be something special.” His visitor’s eyes lit with avarice before
slowly dimming. “It’s a pity your plan failed so comprehensively. The girl not only
escaped, she eluded capture for several months. Hid out with her old governess, or
so I heard. Her father didn’t die, and now you’ve been publicly denounced. A bit of
a disappointment all round, I imagine.”

If Copeland hadn’t needed him, the young fop would have regretted his patronising
tone.

“Plan A was unsuccessful, but there are many more letters in the alphabet.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I plan to make Sir George regret his survival. As for his daughter, Miss Anneliese
Barlow is going to pay a high price for thwarting me.” Confident his prospective
accomplice had taken the bait, Copeland reeled him in. “To take possession of what
is rightfully mine—the necklace and the girl, both worth a fortune in the right
circles, a fortune I am willing to share—I’ll need some assistance.”

Chapter 1

Proposal

Nathaniel took a deep breath in preparation for asking the most important question
of his life. A positive answer was assured, but he couldn’t help feeling
apprehensive, still reeling as he was from a series of stunning disclosures.
Discovering the young maid he had taken as his mistress was actually the gently
raised daughter of one of his father’s oldest friends, on the run from an
unscrupulous baron and in fear for her life, had explained a great deal about her
behaviour. In particular, her squeamishness over the role he’d offered her.

It had also changed everything.

While Nathaniel had been astounded to learn of Lisa’s duplicity, he could barely
begin to catalogue his misdemeanours where she was concerned. Even before
discovering her identity, he’d begun to feel an uncomfortable degree of guilt
regarding his treatment of her. She deserved so much more than the life of a
mistress, relegated to the shadows and having to share him with his legitimate
family. Although what else he could have done if she had been a lowly servant, he
didn’t know. Marriage was out of the question, or so he’d thought at the time. The
only way he could have granted her his fidelity was to remain unwed, thereby
reneging on his duty to provide his father with an heir. An extraordinary sacrifice
for one of his station, it was an offer he had been about to make when he’d learned
she was a member of the gentry.

The shock of that disclosure had been bad enough, motivating his willingness to
make an even greater sacrifice and give up everything—his titles, inheritance, and
place in society—to marry her if King William IV withheld his permission. He was
relieved that shouldn’t be necessary, Lisa’s unexpected heritage making her more
than suitable to be his bride. But learning she was the daughter of a French
princess—not just a lady but an aristocrat, for God’s sake—had nearly brought him
to his knees.

That she was willing to forgive him was a miracle, one Nathaniel had no intention
of taking for granted. Her father, Sir George’s, violent threats were quite
unnecessary, as he already intended to do everything in his power to make up to
Lisa for his less than gentlemanly behaviour.

But first, he had to propose.

Nathaniel glanced to where Sir George and the King watched them through the French
doors of the palace drawing room. The courtyard to which he’d escorted Lisa was an
attractive setting, the spring garden in colourful bloom. But he’d not expected the
occasion of asking for her hand in marriage to include an audience. At least they
couldn’t be overheard.

Kneeling beside her, he was taken once again by just how lovely Lisa was. Her
vibrant red hair, green eyes, striking features, and feminine figure combined in a
way that set his heart to pounding. Then there was her smile, though at the moment
it was missing, as she seemed as anxious as he was. After smoothing her full skirt,
she placed her trembling hands in her lap. While he’d seen her perform the exact
same actions on numerous occasions, this time was different. This time, aware of
her true heritage, he recognised what should have been obvious to him from the
beginning.

Lisa was a lady.

She had just finished scolding him for assuming that a person of common blood was
somehow less valuable or capable than one of the gentry or nobility, an almost
heretical opinion. A valid point, he supposed. But, in light of her undeniably
gracious manner, how he could have so readily accepted her story of being raised in
a public inn beggared belief. Nathaniel’s only excuse for such a deficit of insight
was that his judgement had been clouded by an excess of desire.
With his attention captured by the way the pearl necklace gleamed against Lisa’s
creamy skin above the neckline of her gown, he concluded nothing had changed. After
releasing a steadying breath, he met her gaze and took one of her hands in his.

“Lady Anneliese Barlow.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “My darling
Lisa. While I know I don’t deserve it, I promise to spend my life proving myself
worthy of you. Will you consent to marry me?”

“Yes, I will,” she said, her smile shy but unwavering.

Nathaniel could barely contain his joy. He wanted nothing more than to take her in
his arms and kiss her properly, but he dared not. When her lips parted with a gasp,
he realised he’d spoken the thought aloud.

“A proper kiss would be very nice, though this is not the time or place.”

Wincing at her gentle rebuke, her following words gave him hope he had not offended
her too badly.

“As long as you promise to rectify the situation at the first available
opportunity, you’re forgiven.”

“I promise.”

The softness of her gaze reminded him of the way she looked lying replete in his
arms, and Nathaniel stifled a groan. Everything reminded him of the intimacy they’d
shared, and he foresaw a treacherous time ahead while he learned to curb the desire
he had previously expressed so freely.

“Do you think you would have still been interested in me if you’d known I was a
member of the gentry?” she asked, her expression turning thoughtful. “Or would you
have considered me beneath you, a country girl from a supposedly inconsequential
family?”

Nathaniel laughed aloud.

“Oh, sweetheart, wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.” He glanced towards
their audience. “Although our meddling monarch just might try.”

“What do you suggest we do?” Lisa asked as he stood and helped her to her feet.

“Be very firm in our determination to negotiate the shortest betrothal possible,”
he said in a low voice while linking their arms. “I believe the King would rather
avoid a scandal, but I fear he will insist on a protracted engagement to attempt to
sway you to his will.”

“But I thought once a betrothal was announced, it couldn’t be broken?”

“Try telling him that.”

Facing their sovereign, Nathaniel straightened his shoulders and prepared to face
the next obstacle in their path.

Chapter 2

Machinations
Gripping Nathaniel’s arm tightly, Lisa considered a possible solution to their
dilemma. If the King thought they had to marry, his plans would be stymied, and the
wedding could occur at their earliest convenience—or so she hoped.

Looking up at the man she loved almost beyond reason, she came to a decision. Two
could play at this meddling game. After everything she had endured, Lisa felt no
qualms about manipulating things in her favour.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” She smiled her assurance. “I believe I have the perfect
solution.”

“A heretofore unknown relative to the crown will require a protracted engagement.

But only after Lady Anneliese has been properly introduced to society, domestic and
foreign, at a series of formal events.”

Not wanting to distress her father, Lisa made sure he saw her wink before
addressing King William’s declaration. She feared the sovereign harboured the
belief she could be enticed away from Nathaniel’s side by one of the foreign
aristocrats he proceeded to speak of at length.

“The Crown Prince of Bavaria sounds delightful, Your Majesty.” She took the risk of
interrupting when it became apparent he intended to laud each prince’s or duke’s
individual merits in detail while Nathaniel fumed quietly at her side. “And I do
appreciate your desire for my introduction to society to be memorable. But I’m not
sure delaying Lord Marsden’s and my nuptials for any length of time is the wisest
course of action.”

She waved her free hand in the vicinity of her mid-region, and the King’s mouth
formed a moue. While pleased to see her insinuation having its desired effect, she
hadn’t taken into account Nathaniel’s reaction to their supposed news.

“Lisa?” he whispered hoarsely.

Looking up to see he had gone quite pale, she smiled sweetly, willing him to
understand her silent message. “Or we could wait, for a long time, while I am
paraded before every eligible prince from here to the Baltic Sea if you’d prefer.”

Nathaniel’s gaze dropped to her tightly corseted stomach before returning to her
still-widened eyes.

“Oh, no, waiting is not a good idea.”

Composing her features, she turned to find the King viewing them with suspicion.

“Sir George, it would appear your daughter believes young love is more powerful
than the wishes of the King of England, but she seems to be forgetting I was not
born yesterday. Are you aware of this development, or has it come as big of a shock
to you as it appears to have to Lord Marsden?”

“I wasn’t aware Anneliese might be with child.” Her father smiled encouragingly at
Lisa before directing a fierce look Nathaniel’s way. “But it is not outside the
realm of possibility.”

“Not necessarily true, either.”

Lisa blushed at the knowledge the King had seen straight through her attempt at
deception.

“Time will tell,” he continued. “But her revelation leaves me on the horns of a
dilemma. I could still withhold my approval, but I’ve no desire to be churlish, nor
do I need the scandal.” He eyed Lisa and Nathaniel pointedly. “I had hoped these
young cousins of mine would assist me by strengthening two separate alliances
rather than forming one that is of no great benefit to the crown.”

Lisa’s hopes seesawed with the sovereign’s words, Nathaniel’s expression mirroring
her concerns.

“As much as I would like to be of service, Your Majesty,” she said, “I’ve no desire
to wed anyone but Lord Marsden.”

Surprising Lisa by placing an arm around her shoulder, Nathaniel drew her close to
his side. “And I have no intention of marrying anyone but Lady Anneliese.”

“Such stubbornness,” the King muttered. “I’m of a mind to refuse my permission just
to teach you both a lesson.”

To her relief, Lisa’s father spoke up on her behalf.

“I believe my daughter has learned enough painful lessons these past months.”

“Along with the art of manipulation.” The King frowned. “While I am unwilling to
concede defeat just yet, it would seem to avoid suffering your delightful
daughter’s machinations, I must offer a compromise. I will hold a ball a fortnight
from today where I shall introduce Anneliese to society. If, at such time, she is
still of the opinion that marriage to Lord Marsden is the wisest course of action,
I will announce the young couple’s betrothal. Until then, I’d prefer you kept the
matter quiet.” Turning to Lisa, he added, “Circumstances may alter, in which case,
I would ask you to reconsider both your duty to the crown and the magnitude of what
I’m offering you. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Lisa shot Nathaniel a worried glance. “Not at all, Your Majesty, but I do not
believe my opinion will change.”

“One never knows. Young love can be surprisingly fickle. The chance to become the
queen of one’s own country is not an opportunity many young ladies would forego.”

Lisa could imagine nothing worse, the thought of becoming Nathaniel’s marchioness
daunting enough.

“If you insist on marrying this impetuous young man, do make sure to name one of
your sons after me when you eventually have a child.” The King’s expression
softened. “You shall find I’m quite the doting relative.”

“It would be an honour.” Lisa curtsied.

Turning to Nathaniel, the sovereign added, “I would advise you to keep your wits
about you, Lord Marsden, as I believe marriage to Lady Anneliese will prove quite
the challenge. God help us all if she decides to team up with your father and
starts demanding social change. The two of them will have the Empire in an uproar
in no time, as if I haven’t got enough on my plate with these blasted reform laws.”

Under the circumstances, Lisa deemed it wise to refrain from admitting she was,
indeed, determined to make a difference in the lives of vulnerable girls and young
women. Discovering she was highly connected and independently wealthy would be of
tremendous assistance, though she suspected discretion might be in order.

After departing the King’s presence, the subdued party reunited with Rebecca,
Nathaniel’s sister, who had been sent to visit with the Queen.

“I’m sure all will be well,” Rebecca said, clutching Lisa’s arm. “You couldn’t
possibly come this far to be denied now.”

“Here’s hoping,” Lisa murmured, exchanging a worried glance with Nathaniel.

“Queen Adelaide wants to meet you,” Rebecca added. “She’ll be issuing you an
invitation to visit with her in the next few days.”

“How wonderful.” Lisa struggled to muster a smile as they settled in the carriage
for the journey from the palace to Stanton House. All she wanted was to savour her
reunion with Nathaniel, but Rebecca’s less than welcome announcement tempered her
joy. Queen Adelaide was a pious, dutiful woman, and Lisa feared the regal lady
would find much to condemn about her recent behaviour.

“It will be all right.” Nathaniel patted her hand where it rested on his arm.
“You’re sure to win her over just as you did the King.”

“Until I insinuated I might be with child.” Lisa looked to her father. “I’m sorry,
Papa.”

“There’s no need to apologise, my dear. I wanted to applaud your thinking. Who

knows? If Lord Marsden had been a little quicker on the uptake, your ruse might
have been more successful.”

Nathaniel ducked his chin, and it was Lisa’s turn to pat his arm in an attempt to
offer comfort.

“The King seems determined to have his way,” she said worriedly. “He can’t force me
to marry someone against my will, can he?”

“Of course not,” her father said. “You heard him say he wants to avoid a scandal.”

“Which he might think he can avoid by denying my petition, something that is within
his power,” Nathaniel said grimly.

Lisa’s hand tightened on his arm. “So what do we do?”

“We abide by the King’s wishes and keep quiet about our intentions while you take
the time to consider his offer.”

Lisa stared at him, appalled. “But I don’t want to marry some foreign prince.”

“Are you sure? King William offered to make you a duchess, and there’s every
possibility you could become a queen one day. In either case, your social standing
would be much higher than that of a mere marchioness. The tables have turned, Lisa.
You’ll be marrying beneath you if we wed.”

Hurt that, after all they’d been through, Nathaniel could think she cared more
about status than him, Lisa almost missed the bleakness in his eyes.

“I am more than happy with my choice.” Despite their audience, she allowed some of
her feelings for him to show, and he released the breath he was holding.

“But what will you do if the King doesn’t give his blessing?” Rebecca asked.
“Let’s not worry about that unless we must,” Lisa’s father answered. “For now, I
need to determine where Anneliese and I are going to reside whilst in London.”

“With us, of course,” Nathaniel and Rebecca replied in unison.

“You don’t think that would appear unseemly?” Lisa frowned. Staying with
Nathaniel’s family was her preference considering the opportunities it would
present for them to spend time together. But she was determined not to expose her
father to further gossip, something she probably should have considered before
implying there was a reason that would require a hasty marriage.

Chapter 3

Expectations

“Your mother was a princess?” Nathaniel’s father, Thomas, the Duke of Worthington,
stared in disbelief when Lisa shared her news. “Why didn’t you say something when
Margaret and I returned from our honeymoon to find you?”

“Because I didn’t know. It means I am a lady . . . only a lady.” She stepped closer
to Nathaniel’s side, still perturbed he could think she might prefer marriage to
another in exchange for a loftier title.

“The King has given his tentative blessing for our betrothal,” Nathaniel added.

The celebration his words triggered was cut short when Lisa’s father challenged his
old friend.

“After your son was released from his obligation to the Gladstones, you should have
written to me. Anneliese deserved to know matrimony was an option.”

“But I had no idea the King might approve an alliance.” Thomas raised his chin.
“And what with the antislavery bill at stake—

Lisa’s father cut him off with a slice of his hand. “Something of great importance,
I agree, but it wasn’t your happiness you were willing to sacrifice to ensure its
passing but my daughter’s. She’s suffered enough and could have done without the
added despair of believing her future happiness had been sacrificed to expediency.”

Thomas paled at his friend’s bald accounting.

“Anneliese seemed determined to refuse my son’s offer, and I could hardly blame her
considering the way she’d been treated.”

“So you thought it best she relinquish any chance of marital happiness?”

Thomas sent Lisa an apologetic glance. “I didn’t believe there could be a marriage—
not a legitimate one, recognised by the Church. They’d have had to live abroad,
banished from society. Would you have even agreed to an elopement?”

“If it was the only option available to them.”

“That’s very kind of you, Papa.” While touched by her father’s willingness to
sacrifice his reputation, his words reminded Lisa that she’d forgotten about this
remaining obstacle. “But I’m not sure I could live with myself if I knew my
happiness had come at the expense of the abolishment of slavery.”

“About that.” Thomas puffed out his cheeks. “With Wilberforce’s health failing, the
tide of opinion has turned. The consensus is that the bill’s passing is now
inevitable.”

“What?” Nathaniel stepped forward. “How long have you known about this?”

Lisa thought Nathaniel’s indignation understandable, and she was relieved to hear
from Thomas it hadn’t been long.

“Of course, I accept your apology,” she said when it was offered by her future
father-in-law, wanting to put the matter behind her. Having endured enough near
tragedies based on ignorance to last a lifetime, Lisa just hoped there would be no
more.

Thomas and Margaret readily agreed that Lisa and her father should stay at Stanton
House until the wedding, but any hopes Lisa held that this meant she’d be allowed
time to reacquaint herself with Nathaniel were quickly dashed. As soon as matters
were settled, she was whisked away by Margaret and Rebecca for what felt like a
never-ending discussion of which couturiers, milliners, shoemakers and the like she
should give her patronage. Lisa thought the gowns she’d brought with her from
Worthington Hall were more than sufficient for her introduction to society, but
apparently she was mistaken.

“You’re a member of the aristocracy now,” Rebecca said, arching one brow. “Everyone
will be watching, just waiting for you to make a mistake, at which point they’ll
pounce like a pack of hyenas.”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far,” Margaret said. “But I would advise you to put your
best foot forward wherever possible.”

“Which means being dressed in the latest fashions created by only the most
preeminent dressmakers and the like,” Rebecca added. “It is your duty as
Nathaniel’s future marchioness, as it is my duty as the daughter of a duke, to
always look our best.”

A very expensive duty, Lisa gathered from the astonishing sums the two women
bandied about.

“You needn’t worry,” Lisa’s father told her when they met that evening before
dinner. “Once your engagement is made public, I’ll have your marriage settlement
drawn up. I’ve already discussed it with Lord Marsden, and he will pay for your
wardrobe and any household expenses, as well as providing you a generous allowance.
You’ll retain complete control over your mother’s jewels and any funds you derive
from their sale.”

“And he agreed to this?” Lisa knew enough to know it was an extraordinary measure.

“Without question. He can afford it, and it’s the least he can do after the way he
has behaved.” Her father sniffed. “Which takes care of your future financial needs,
but as to your current emotional requirements . . .”

Recognising her air of desperation, her father insisted time be allotted in Lisa’s
rapidly filling schedule to see some of the city sights and take a turn around the
nearby parks.
“With Nathaniel in attendance?”

“As long as you have the proper chaperonage, I can’t see why not.”

“Thank you, Papa.” Lisa breathed a sigh. Her father wasn’t making things easy on
Nathaniel, but at least he wasn’t planning on keeping them apart until the wedding.

“This afternoon felt like it was never going to end,” Nathaniel whispered as he
escorted Lisa into dinner.

“For me, too.” She gently squeezed his arm, her mood lifting when she was seated
between him and her father for dinner.

After they’d finished the sumptuous meal, Nathaniel declined brandy and a cigar and
requested leave to accompany the ladies to the adjoining drawing room. Under
Margaret’s watchful eye, he took a seat a little closer to Lisa than propriety
would normally decree. When he clasped her hand in his, she looked to his
stepmother. “Do you mind?”

“Under the circumstances, I think some allowances can be made. Just remember to
maintain an acceptable distance if we have guests or when you’re out in public.”

“Of course.” Lisa smiled her thanks then met Nathaniel’s gaze, relieved that
nothing would part them again. Well, nothing other than their chaperones imposing
society’s restraints. By rights, betrothed couples were not supposed to touch one
another except on the dance floor or for the purpose of escorting the lady across a
room. While Margaret was of an ilk to be forgiving, something for which Lisa was
immensely grateful, most ladies of her standing would refuse to even entertain a
girl with Lisa’s past, regardless of the circumstances. Requesting time alone, so
she could climb into Nathaniel’s lap, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him
the way she wanted to, would be asking too much of her future mother-in-law.

“Is something troubling you?” Nathaniel asked when her smile fell.

“You’ll think me silly in light of the obstacles we’ve overcome.” He cocked a brow,
encouraging her to continue, though she made sure to lower her voice to a whisper.
“I was thinking how challenging it will be not to bristle at the restrictions with
which we’ll be faced when we’ve known such freedom in the past.”

Nathaniel’s jaw tightened, accentuating the planes and angles of his face.

“Should I not have admitted to such a thing?” Lisa asked, and he shot his
stepmother and sister a furtive glance. “I don’t think they heard me, but I
apologise for my lack of decorum. I fear it may take some time to find my footing
in my new role.”

“You’ve nothing to apologise for,” Nathaniel said. “Your honesty is one of the many
things I love about you.”

“My honesty?” Lisa pulled back a fraction.

“Yes, your honesty.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I won’t deny I wish you’d
confided in me when we were at Worthington, but I understand why you didn’t. God
knows you tried. When I think of the night I . . . the night we first.” He ran a
hand through his hair. “You told me your father hadn’t raised you to welcome such
an offer, but I was so obtuse . . .”
“It’s not your fault,” Lisa said firmly. “You offered me an alternative, several
actually, and I chose not to take them because I wanted to be with you. I’m the one
who was in the wrong . . . who lied. I don’t see how you can call me ‘honest.’ ”
Her shoulders slumped.

“Circumstances forced you to keep certain matters hidden, but you’ve always been
truthful in the expression of your thoughts and affections. I wouldn’t change that
about you, even if it does mean I’m sure to be disconcerted on occasion by your
openness.”

Leaning closer, Nathaniel whispered, “I’ll admit to being tempted by memories of

our time together, but I am determined to make up for taking advantage of you and
show respect to you and your father. I fear it will take us both a little time to
adjust to the altered parameters of our relationship.”

Lisa silently applauded the strength of Nathaniel’s character while wondering how
many days, and nights, they must endure until their wedding. He had professed his
love and vowed to remain faithful. Surely, within those parameters, there would be
room for them to express their affection for one another in an acceptable manner.

To her relief, when their fathers entered the parlour, rather than insist the young
couple join in a group activity, they left them to their reacquainting.

“So tell me everything,” Nathaniel said, eliciting a laugh from Lisa when she
recalled his previous inquisitions. “There are so many things I don’t know about
you. I’m assuming much of what you said at Worthington was based in truth, but I
want to know it all. What your childhood was like, your friendships, do you possess
any talents I’m unaware of?”

“You mean besides pouring hot tea and baking pastries?” A heated look appeared in
his eyes, and Lisa’s smile faded. If even a relatively harmless reference to their
shared past could incite passion to simmer between them, surviving the weeks of
their betrothal—once it was confirmed—would prove challenging.

Rebecca soon joined them, and Lisa did her best to keep the conversation on safe
ground while answering their numerous questions.

“Enough,” she said with a laugh after a half hour had passed. “I’m sick of the
sound of my own voice. Nathaniel, what have you been up to since we were last
together at Worthington Hall? Rebecca has been very informative, but I fear there
are gaps in her knowledge, gaps I’m sure she’d like to have filled also.”

“Most definitely.” Rebecca nodded, and Nathaniel found himself on the receiving end
of his sister’s demanding interrogative style. Lisa let her do the questioning,
happy to rest against his shoulder.

They had inched closer as the evening progressed with no rebuke from their parents.
While listening to Nathaniel’s accounting of events, she was more than content to
savour the nearness of his body and the press of his long, muscular thigh against
her own. The way his fingers caressed her hand as if he was memorising its lines
and planes anew was a particular delight. Lisa only interjected when he mentioned
Hugh’s role in uncovering Lucinda’s duplicity—the earl’s daughter who tried to
trick Nathaniel into marrying her—and Rebecca visibly tensed.

“You care for Lord McGivern, don’t you?”

Rebecca nodded. “Father says I can’t see him until he’s proved himself worthy, but
he won’t say how he is to accomplish such a task. I fear Lord McGivern must think
me flighty for the way I pretended interest in Lord Edgeley. Plus there are the
matters we discussed on the journey. For all I know, he could be planning to keep a
mistress after he weds—if he doesn’t have one already.”

“Rebecca!” Nathaniel’s eyes widened.

“Oh really, Nathaniel.” She gave her brother a look of disdain. “After everything
that has occurred, you cannot possibly believe I’m still ignorant of what goes on.
Keeping a mistress isn’t even the worst of it. What’s to stop Lord McGivern, or
whomever I should marry, from visiting those dreadful places where women sell their
bodies?”

“Not necessarily by choice,” Lisa said, and Nathaniel shifted in his seat. It
pained her to acknowledge he’d been party to the behaviour considered appropriate
for young gentlemen—visiting brothels and assuming the young girls working in them
were grateful for the opportunity to service the gentlemen who paid for the
privilege.

“I’m aware of society’s double standard,” Rebecca continued. “Personally, I don’t

know what’s worse—the damage that must be done to the character of young gentlemen
instructed in such duplicity or the misery inflicted on young ladies forced to deny
their natural inclinations. They are supposed to pretend they have no desire for
their husbands, and are doomed to a life of deceit as both victim and resentful
perpetrator.”

“And then there are the poor women the men turn to in place of their wives, some
mere girls, used and abused by a society that condones both cruelty and blatant
hypocrisy.” Lisa spoke with passion, only questioning the appropriateness of her
words when Nathaniel winced. “Not that I’m saying you or Lord McGivern would have
ever . . .”

“Knowingly hurt a child?” he finished for her when her words trailed away. “I
should hope not, but we’ve done little to defend them.”

The silence that followed Nathaniel’s admission alerted Lisa to the fact their
elders had interrupted their conversation to listen in. Her heart sank. She was
used to being able to speak her mind with Nathaniel, and would have to remember to
temper her words. “I’m sorry.” Her shoulders tensing, she looked from her father to
her future parents-in-law. “I shouldn’t have brought up such an indelicate
subject.”

“It is true that ladies aren’t supposed to know about such things,” Margaret said.
“And if we become aware, we are to pretend ignorance.”

“That sounds awful.” Rebecca hugged herself around her middle. “I don’t think I
could bear it if my husband were unfaithful.”

Lisa didn’t either, though she was aware there were worse things. Ruth had told her
Margaret’s story, of how her first husband, Lord Haversham, had treated her badly
while abusing the young girls in his service . . . Ruth included.

“Such behaviour is condoned by society and what most gentlemen expect.” Margaret
reached for Thomas’s hand, and the couple exchanged a look, hers filled with
gratitude and his with compassion. His expression hardening, Thomas faced the room.

“It makes me wonder how I shall trust any man with my daughter.”

“The same way I am willing to trust your son with mine, I imagine.” Sir George’s
mouth flattened into a line. “By making sure he knows what is required of him and
the precise consequences of failing to live up to his word.”

Nathaniel squirmed at Lisa’s side, and she wondered what he’d been threatened with.
Despite assuring her father she’d entered willingly into the relationship, he
seemed to place the blame solely at Nathaniel’s feet.

“Yes, but there’s only so much influence a father can have over his daughter’s
well-being once she is married,” Thomas continued. “Lord McGivern seems like an
honourable fellow, but how can I be sure? From my understanding, his treatment of
Anneliese was far from exemplary, and he has some questionable acquaintances.”

“They were my acquaintances also.”

Lisa shuddered at Nathaniel’s glum admission then reminded herself there was
nothing to worry about. She didn’t imagine Lord McGivern would have maintained his
friendship with Lord Edgeley after Nathaniel banished the crude fellow from
Worthington. As for keeping in contact with Lord Copeland, that was out of the
question now the man had been denounced and fled abroad.

Recalling how Lord McGivern had come with Nathaniel to her rescue in the markets of
Worthey, she was inclined to be forgiving of his less-gentlemanly comments. From
the sadness in Rebecca’s eyes, Lisa suspected her friend was halfway to being in
love with the enormous Scotsman.

“I have a suggestion,” she said and then snapped her mouth shut.

Margaret smiled. “We’d all like to hear it.”

Lisa wasn’t so sure, fearing her intention to behave in a more decorous manner was
destined to be short-lived. At Nathaniel’s nod of encouragement, she continued.
“During my time masquerading as a servant, I became aware that many young women
face grave dangers in their places of employment. Some are even stolen off the
street and forced to work as . . . well.” She spread her hands, her listeners’
solemn nods assuring her they knew to what she was referring. “Needless to say,
their plight has become very dear to my heart. If not for Nathaniel, my story might
have had a similar end.”

Lisa wanted him to know she considered him the hero in her tale, not the villain,
but his expression remained grim. As far as she was concerned, his willingness to
give up everything in order that they should wed more than atoned for his perceived
wrongdoings. But she was beginning to suspect that his belief he’d behaved
dishonourably would not be so easily assuaged.

Hoping her plan would give Nathaniel the avenue he needed to mollify his
conscience, and Rebecca a chance to discover if Lord McGivern was the man she
wished to spend her life with, Lisa continued. “I’m assuming there must be
charitable organisations that help young girls, and I’d like to support them. I
thought we all could.”

“That’s a credit to your compassionate nature,” Thomas said. “But I’m curious as to
what bearing your benevolent intentions have on my being able to discern a young
gentleman’s trustworthiness?”

“It’s a matter of education.” She sat forward. “My belief is the majority of young
gentlemen are ignorant of the dangers girls face when they are without protection.
One way Lord McGivern could prove his sincerity is by becoming acquainted with the
reality of the situation and working for the betterment of the women he may have,
inadvertently, disrespected in the past. That’s if you think he’d be willing?”
Looking to Nathaniel again, Lisa hoped she hadn’t overstepped the mark.
“I’m sure he’d be willing, as would I, not that we were ones to overly indulge in
that sort of thing.”

The uncomfortable silence that followed his words was broken by Margaret.

“That’s an excellent idea, one that would give us all the opportunity to make a
difference.”

“In a way I suspect will test the mettle of any young gentleman,” Thomas added
dryly. “Thank you, Anneliese, for sharing your unique perspective on a challenging
issue. Now I think it’s time we called it a night.”

“It has certainly been a long day,” her father said. “But before Anneliese and I
retire, I’d like a few moments with her and Lord Marsden.”

His tone revealed nothing of his intentions, and Lisa crossed her fingers in the
hope he wasn’t planning to harangue Nathaniel anew.

“You wished to speak with us, sir?” Nathaniel asked, after his parents and sister
had said their good nights. He stood to attention, and Lisa sidled closer, whether
to offer support or find comfort, she wasn’t sure. Not that she was afraid of her
father, of course. Well, not for herself.

“I wanted to offer you both my personal congratulations on gaining the King’s

approval for your nuptials—qualified though they may be. I’m sure he’ll come
around, and I must say I am relieved. The idea of relocating abroad at my age was
hardly appealing.” A smile twitched his lip, and Lisa breathed a sigh. That her
father’s sense of humour was reasserting itself was an excellent sign.

“By way of an early betrothal gift, I thought I would mention it will probably take
me a good five minutes to make my way up the stairs. I shan’t require Anneliese’s
company until I reach the landing. Good night, Lord Marsden.”

“Please, sir, call me Nathaniel.”

“Very well, Nathaniel.” Her father nodded before turning to Lisa. “My dear, I’ll
see you at the top of the stairs in a little while. Five minutes to be precise.”

“Of course, Papa, and thank you.” She ducked her head to hide the grin she had no
hope of suppressing. As soon as he left the room, she spun to face Nathaniel,
wondering what he would make of her father’s extraordinary offer. At the sight of
his desire-darkened eyes, the breath she was holding escaped on a sigh, and she
moved into his arms.

“Lisa.” His lips brushed her forehead, his hands resting gently at her waist.

Rising up on tiptoes, she entwined her arms around his neck and reached for his
mouth, murmuring with dismay when he forestalled her.

“I’m afraid if I start kissing you, I won’t be able to stop.” His breath tickled
the tender skin below her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Papa will intervene if we get carried away.”

Groaning, he buried his face in her hair, and Lisa could have kicked herself for
reminding him.

“Kiss me, Nathaniel. You promised.”

Leaning back, he met her gaze. “So I did.”

Lisa’s eyes fluttered closed, the desire to replace treasured memory with far more
satisfying reality coursing through her. When his soft, warm lips touched hers, she
whimpered, her fingers clutching his shoulders. Eager for him to deepen the kiss,
she opened her mouth, but he didn’t take advantage of the opportunity. She hid her
disappointment, savouring the kiss and determined not to be ungrateful. Their time
was short, and he was right to be wary of getting too carried away. When she felt
the hardness of his arousal brush against her stomach, however, she couldn’t help
feeling relieved she wasn’t the only one so affected.

“I could sneak out of my room tonight,” she whispered between kisses. “Ruth would
cover for me.”

“I beg your pardon?” Nathaniel pulled back with a start.

“You don’t want to be with me after so long?”

“Of course I do, but I promised your father I’d be respectful, and well . . .” He
ran a hand raggedly through his hair.

“Gentlemen don’t lie with ladies to whom they are not properly wed.” Lisa’s cheeks
flamed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made such an offer.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.”

“It isn’t?” Her hopes rising, she closed the small distance between them.

“No. I shouldn’t have given you the impression I expected more. I treated you
abominably in the past, and I will do better in future, I promise.”

Abominably? The passion from but a few seconds earlier was replaced with
apprehension as Lisa considered his words. She’d hoped her fears would prove
unfounded, but it sounded like he didn’t want things to return to the way they’d
been between them—that he viewed their time together very differently than she did.
Uncertain how to respond, she kept perfectly still for his final, chaste kiss.

“Pleasant dreams,” he said, stepping back.

“And you.” She mustered a smile in a vain attempt to hide her aching
disappointment, before they made their way up the stairs to where her father was
waiting.

Chapter 4

Acquaintance

With sleep unlikely, Nathaniel called for his carriage. Slumped in the seat on the
drive to his gentlemen’s club, he tried to make sense of the momentous events of
the day. It wasn’t easy, as they tumbled over one another in their determination to
be considered. Nor were his emotions under any better control. Being reunited with
Lisa was akin to having a great weight lifted from his shoulders, his joy knowing
no bounds. The few minutes alone her father had granted them—an event he would have
never foreseen—had barely whet his appetite for the woman he loved, the woman he’d
been ready to give up everything for. He could have kissed her for hours . . .
forever. Holding her in his arms was a literal dream come true, except for the fact
that everything about their shared past had been cast in a new light with the
revelation that she was the daughter of a princess. His Lisa! As to her unexpected
offer, he didn’t know what to think.

A harsh breath escaped his lips.

Of one thing he was certain . . . taking her up on it wasn’t an option if he wanted

to keep his hide intact. Becoming acquainted with her father at the palace, while
Lisa spent time with the King, had been every bit as daunting as he’d imagined. His
gut churned when he recalled the encounter . . .

Sir George’s pallor was alarming. It didn’t take a physician to know the man wasn’t
yet fully recovered from the life-threatening injuries Copeland had inflicted. Not
for the first time, Nathaniel wished he had gotten his hands on the rogue before
he’d escaped the country. The disgraced baron would have thought twice about
engaging in such treachery again after he was done with him.

Turning to the steward who’d escorted them to the same palace drawing room where
Nathaniel had cooled his heels for the previous fortnight, he requested two glasses
of water.

“Unless you would prefer something stronger?” he asked Sir George.

“No, thank you. I shall need a clear head for our coming discussion. Although you
might like to take something fortifying.”

Judging by the look on the older man’s face, Nathaniel decided he would be wise to
abstain. With his heart hammering in his chest, he sought the words to form a
suitable apology, but Sir George spoke first.

“Before we address the more delicate issues at hand, I’d like to begin by saying
that you have my heartfelt thanks for keeping my daughter safe when I was unable to
protect her.”

Nathaniel stared at him blankly.

“Anneliese has enlightened me to the dangers she faced while she was forced to flee
her home, along with your heroic interventions on her behalf,” Sir George
continued. “I cannot possibly put into words how grateful I am she escaped grievous
injury, or express my relief at having her returned to me alive and well.”

“You’re very welcome, sir,” Nathaniel said after a brief hesitation. “It was my
pleasure.”

“So I gather.”

Regretting his ill-chosen wording, Nathaniel opened his mouth but was silenced with
a sharp slice of Sir George’s hand.

“When I first became aware of the impossible situation in which my daughter found
herself—and don’t think for a moment I am unaware certain pressures were brought to
bear on her during a time of great vulnerability—I was of a mind to see you
severely punished.

“I debated between having you horse-whipped; seeing you hung, drawn, and quartered
and your body parts sent to the four corners of the Empire as a warning to other
libidinous young gentlemen; or having you dipped in boiling tar and coated in
feathers, ultimately deciding a combination of all three were too good for you.”

Nathaniel swallowed hard, not that he blamed the man for his threats. It was his
sweet, innocent, and virginal daughter who’d been taken advantage of, after all.

“But it quickly became apparent that Anneliese would be upset if I carried out even
one such punishment.” Sir George eyed Nathaniel grimly. “Becoming convinced she is
sincere in her profession of affection, I realised I’d have to find it within my
heart to forgive you.”

He took another sip of his drink, while Nathaniel decided that silence was the
better part of valour. With a trembling hand, he reached for his own glass,
regretting his decision not to have poured himself a fortifying libation after all.

“Quite simply, Lord Marsden, my daughter loves you.”

Sir George’s words warmed Nathaniel’s heart, but he kept a sober expression.

“She might be young, but I don’t believe her attachment is fleeting. If you haven’t
already learned, you will soon discover Lisa is a determined young lady. When her
mind is made up it tends to stay that way.”

Nathaniel waited, speaking only when Sir George remained silent.

“While I’m aware my treatment of her speaks volumes to the contrary, I care a great
deal for your daughter, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to prove my
sincerity.”

Lisa’s father measured him with a long, assessing look. Appearing to reach some
inner conclusion, he nodded once.

“Relinquishing your titles would have been a grand gesture, but what I can’t
understand is why you didn’t just come and talk to me before embarking on such a
foolhardy path. Your commitment is not in doubt, but your intelligence appears to
be in question.”

“It seemed the logical course of action at the time.” Nathaniel resisted the urge
to squirm like a schoolboy being addressed by his headmaster.

“Yes, well.” Sir George harrumphed. “Before I so much as consider an alliance, I

must be confident you are worthy of Lisa’s affection and my trust. Can I place my
daughter’s future happiness into your safekeeping? Will you cherish her as she
deserves, irrespective of fashionable opinion regarding the treatment of and
expectations placed on one’s bride? Will you be faithful to her always? Will you
treat her with respect, honouring her above all others?”

His rapid-fire demands did not set Nathaniel on his heels but were in complete
accord with his desires. Answering with determination, he vowed, “I will, every
moment of every day.”

“There’s one more thing,” Sir George said, his expression not softening one whit.
“Every couple, even those fortunate enough to share a deep attachment, will have
moments of discord.”

His eyes narrowed, and Nathaniel caught a glimpse of the renowned officer lurking
beneath the polished exterior. Recalcitrant subordinates must have shaken in their
boots to be the recipient of such a look, and Nathaniel was no exception.

“Under no circumstances do I ever want to hear the choices my daughter was forced
to make have been thrown back in her face or used against her, choices that you
played a significant part in. Is that understood?”

“Perfectly.” Nathaniel nodded. “I have yet to meet a braver, more admirable lady
than your daughter, Sir George. I promise, on my word of honour, that I will treat
her with the respect and consideration she deserves.”

Lisa’s father studied him for a moment longer.

“Then we’re in agreement,” he said, and Nathaniel’s shoulders sagged. “Having said
that, any decision we come to will need to be ratified by the King.”

“Which should be fairly straightforward now her heritage has been revealed.”

“Let’s hope so.” Sir George frowned. “Anneliese’s happiness is paramount, and I
won’t have her used as a political pawn.”

The carriage slowed to a halt, and Nathaniel gathered his thoughts. Like her
father, he only wanted Lisa’s best, but his confidence as to how that should be
achieved had taken a battering in light of the King’s lofty plans.

Chapter 5

Congratulations

Nathaniel spied Hugh playing billiards, his friend forfeiting the game when he
approached.

“I expected you earlier.”

“My plans changed. I should have sent word, but I didn’t think of it. My head’s in
a spin.” Nathaniel kept his voice low as the two men made their way to a quiet
corner of the crowded establishment.

“Your audience with the King didn’t go well?”

“On the contrary.” Nathaniel blew out a long, slow breath. “Lisa arrived at the
palace while I was in an audience with the King, her father and my sister in tow.
She came to plead with him on my behalf, and after meeting her, he gave us a
blessing—of sorts. He’s going to announce our betrothal at a ball in two weeks’
time but only if Lisa doesn’t change her mind about wanting to marry me.”

“I see.” Hugh waited until they were seated and had drinks in hand to continue. “I
can’t imagine she’ll renege after coming all this way. It’s not like she has any
other options.”

“More than you’d think,” Nathaniel muttered.

“I don’t understand.” Hugh stroked his beard. “This is good news. Why aren’t you
rejoicing?”

Why indeed?

Nathaniel rested his elbows on his knees then looked at his friend.
“Lisa’s mother was a princess—French—one who escaped the Terror.”

“Good God!” Hugh nearly shot out of his seat. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly. She’s related to half the royal houses of Europe, our own sovereign
included. I can count myself fortunate not to have been flogged and thrown into the
Tower.”

“I take it your request to marry her wasn’t well received.”

“Not particularly.” Nathaniel sighed.

“It can’t be because her father’s only an officer. With her mother’s heritage, she
would have to be of a high enough standing—”

“Too high.” Nathaniel shook his head then brought his friend up to date with what
had occurred at the palace. “I knew the King would be impressed by Lisa . . . how
could he not be? But I’d hoped it would work to our advantage, Lisa’s and mine, not
that he’d want to use her to strengthen some foreign alliance. He told her she
could be queen of her own country one day.”

Hugh’s eyebrows rose high on his forehead. “How did she respond?”

“She insisted she has no interest in pursuing a royal alliance and accepted my
proposal of marriage.”

“Do you doubt her resolve?”

“It’s the King’s word I have reason to question. Lisa seems quite determined that
we should be together.” Nathaniel managed a small smile.

“Damnation.” Hugh sat back. “I’m glad to hear she still cares for you, but why
didn’t she tell you who she was back at Worthington? You would have protected her—
in a more acceptable manner than the one you chose, I might add.”

“Because she didn’t know about her royal connections. Sir George was planning on
telling her before she had her debut this season, but Copeland showed up and—”

“She fled to Worthington, where you made her your mistress.” Hugh eyed Nathaniel
wryly. “At least she wasn’t raised a royal, though surely that we would have
discerned. I still can’t believe we didn’t recognise she was a lady, albeit one
raised in obscurity.”

Nathaniel took another sip of his drink. Maybe that explained Lisa’s less than
reserved demeanour. Most men of his acquaintance would have jumped at her offer to
sneak out of her room and meet him, for what could have only been a highly illicit
tryst. But quite aside from the promises he had made to her father, a gentleman did
not treat his future bride like a mistress, even if she had once filled the role.

Which brought him to the confession Lisa had made in the palace courtyard before
he’d proposed. It was true. She wasn’t cold and unfeeling, a description he had
attributed to the female members of society when informing her why he wasn’t
looking forward to marrying one.

“Do you no longer wish to wed the girl?” Hugh asked.

“Of course I do. I’m just not sure how to proceed.”

“In what way?”

Nathaniel stared at the drink in his hand. “I don’t know how to treat her now that
I’m aware of her true status. Our previous relationship was characterised by a
great deal of freedom—on my part, at any rate—for which I have apologised
profusely. I can only imagine how deeply I offended her with my actions.”

“Or so you assume.”

“Assume?” Nathaniel looked up. “She’s not just gentry—as if that wouldn’t be bad
enough—she’s an aristocrat.”

“And there’s the rub. As far as English gentlemen are concerned, blue-blooded
ladies are too refined to appreciate the pleasures of the flesh.”

“You don’t agree?”

Hugh snorted. “I may spend an inordinate amount of time in the south keeping your
sorry arse company, but I’m still a Scotsman. We like our women to have a little
fire in their blood. After the lambasting your young lady gave me the day I
questioned her motives, I believe she would fit in quite well in my home borough.”

“What do you mean ‘questioned her motives’?”

“I visited her rooms a few days before your father returned to Worthington.” Hugh
raised a hand when Nathaniel went to stand. “Nothing untoward happened, I assure
you. Her story didn’t add up, and I was suspicious, that’s all.”

“You knew who she was?”

“No! I never thought for a moment she might be Copeland’s runaway bride. I just
didn’t believe she was a servant. I suspected she was sent by one of your father’s
political opponents in an attempt to discredit you. Although I found it hard to
imagine an experienced courtesan would disguise herself as a scullery maid.”

Nathaniel’s racing heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He could only imagine Lisa
hadn’t told him about Hugh’s visit because she’d been frightened of his reaction.
He deserved no less, but it galled to think she’d not trusted him enough to say
anything.

“So what were your conclusions after speaking with her?”

His friend eased back in his chair now the danger had passed. “That Miss Brown, or
rather I should say Miss Barlow—”

“Lady Anneliese, actually.”

Hugh blinked. “Right . . . Lady Anneliese seemed determined to sacrifice herself

rather than see you harmed in any way.”

Nathaniel swallowed around the lump that formed in his throat.

“She gave me quite the tongue-lashing.” Hugh’s smile was tinged with admiration.
“Dressed me down, in no uncertain terms, for assuming a girl of common heritage has
no reputation to protect or that she would automatically welcome the attentions of
a gentleman.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Nathaniel’s lips. “That sounds like Lisa.”

“She also gave me the distinct impression she had no intention of remaining as your
mistress once you were wed.”

A memory of the afternoon they’d picnicked by the river flashed through Nathaniel's
mind—the occasion she’d told him her opinion of gentlemen keeping both wives and
mistresses, and he’d sensed he was losing her. Just as it had at the time, pain
stabbed at his heart. He rubbed his chest, gesturing for his friend to continue
when he hesitated.

“She didn’t seem to think the role was honourable, even for one such as herself
with precious few options available to her . . . or none that we were aware of. In
hindsight, I can appreciate why she sided with the wife. Young ladies aren’t
supposed to know about mistresses.”

Nathaniel snorted. “Well, I certainly won’t be keeping one now.”

“Why would you want to?” Hugh frowned. “I thought Lady Anneliese was everything you
could ask for in a paramour?”

“She was . . . she is.”

Those few, precious moments spent holding her in his arms had caused the memories
of their time together—the ones Nathaniel tried not to indulge himself with no
matter how great the temptation—to overwhelm his best intentions. She’d detected
his arousal, offering herself with the same sweetness he had taken advantage of at
Worthington. It was what she thought he expected, which was hardly surprising after
he had acted as if it was his damned right.

“You don’t think she’ll behave the same way now you know that she’s a lady?” Hugh’s
tone was sympathetic.

“I’m worried that she will.” Nathaniel swirled the drink he’d been nursing before
downing it in one swallow. “Lisa’s too generous for her own good. Plus, she’s
very . . . demonstrative,” he added for want of a better word.

“Traits you appreciated when she was your mistress but are questioning now that
she’s to be your bride?”

“What? No. Well, maybe a little. Hell, I don’t know.” Nathaniel rubbed the back of
his neck.

“She’s the same person you fell in love with.” Hugh seemed bemused by Nathaniel’s
confusion, his furrowed brow at odds with his smile.

“Yes, but treating her the way I did when I made her my mistress is out of the
question.”

“You must have done something right.” Hugh shrugged. “She came all the way to
London to save you from yourself, and she accepted your proposal. I’d say you can
safely assume her feelings are not inconsequential. Have you considered what she
wants?”

“To please me.” Nathaniel’s shoulders sagged.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is when she puts my needs ahead of her own. When I think of the demands I made
upon her . . .”

Hugh huffed a breath. “We appear to be going around in circles my friend. Never
mind. You’ll have plenty of opportunity to sort it out once you’re wed. In the
meantime, congratulations are in order, tentative ones at least. Now if you could
just help me to convince your father to allow me to come courting your sister, I
would be most appreciative.”

Despite his melancholy, Nathaniel managed a smirk. “Lisa has come up with a
solution, though I’m not sure what you’ll think of it.”

“Tell me.”

Hugh sat forward, and Nathaniel recounted Lisa’s plan for the two of them to
accompany her and Rebecca on a visit to a charity home for women.

“To learn the error of our ways?” Hugh called for another drink, his less-than-
enthusiastic response giving Nathaniel pause.

“Don’t tell me you’re still visiting brothels at the same time as wanting to pursue
my sister?”

“No, it’s not that.” Hugh ran a hand through his dark golden hair. “I’ve heard
stories about the institutions where prostitutes go to be rehabilitated, and
they’re not suitable places for ladies to visit.”

Nathaniel sighed, not needing the added complication. He understood Lisa’s

motivation, and had promised to help her fulfil what she saw as something of a
mission, but he wouldn’t be party to anything that might put her in harms way. “I’m
not sure Lisa can be talked out of the idea.”

“She won’t accept no for an answer?”

His brow furrowing, Nathaniel considered the possibility. “Since I’ve promised to
honour my wedding vows, I suppose that gives me the right to request she does
also.”

Hugh looked impressed. “You’ll insist she obey you if you decide her involvement in
the charity inappropriate?”

“If it comes to that.”

“Good luck!”

Nathaniel pulled a face, imagining the fireworks that were sure to ensue. Still, it
would be worth it to keep Lisa safe.

“What’s got you two in such fine form? Been winning at the tables?” A familiar but
unwelcome voice interrupted their conversation. The owner’s slurred speech
indicated he had been imbibing a little too freely.

“Edgeley.” Hugh shot Nathaniel a warning glance. “When did you arrive in town?”

“Oh, you know me. I come and go as I please. What about you, Marsden? You bring
that little red-haired beauty with you, or did you grow tired of her after all?”

Nathaniel surged to his feet, Hugh following suit and placing a restraining hand on
his arm.

“Steady on.” Edgeley staggered back. “A right luscious bit of fruit that one. Can’t
blame a man for asking.”
Nathaniel’s hands formed fists at his side. “But I will blame you if I hear any
rumours circulating about what you witnessed at Worthington.”

“You’re awfully defensive about a serving maid. Makes one wonder what you’ve got to
hide?”

This threat was bound to arise, but Nathaniel had hoped for some calm between
storms. “A little less wondering and a little more discretion on your part, and you
stand a better chance of survival.”

Edgeley laughed. “I’m definitely a survivor, and I can be very discreet.” He tapped
his nose with his forefinger. “I know all sorts of things about all sorts of
people. But I don’t say a word . . . unless it suits me.”

Nathaniel reached for the man, dragging Hugh with him.

“ ’s orright.” Edgeley evaded him with a nimble side step, leading Nathaniel to
suspect his drunkenness was an act. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“It had better be. I’m an excellent shot, and if I call you out, you won’t live to
tell any more tales.”

“Duelling is illegal.” Edgeley sneered, though he took another step back. “You
won’t be able to protect the wench if you’ve had to make a run for the Continent.
You’re not the only one who likes redheads. I know any number of gentlemen who’d
happily take your place in her bed . . . or bending her over whatever piece of
furniture is handy. Isn’t that what you were doing the day we came upon you in your
study? You had her on your desk, as I recall.”

“Good night, Edgeley.” Hugh’s grip on Nathaniel’s arm tightened. “It’s time you
were on your way.”

“True.” Edgeley’s smile turned sly. “I’m off to a new place that caters to my
tastes. I don’t suppose either of you would care to join me? I’m sure a redhead
could be found amongst the girls, or a wee, brunette lassie if that’s your
preference, McGivern. No? Ah well, do give Miss Brown and Lady Rebecca my regards.
I remember them both very fondly.” Backing up, he gave the two men a haughty salute
before weaving his way through the crowd.

“Bloody hell,” Nathaniel muttered.

“My thoughts exactly.” Hugh signalled for another drink.

“He’s going to be trouble when the truth comes out, but he’s right. If I challenge
him to a duel, I’ll have to make myself scarce afterwards, and cold-blooded murder
of a peer could see me imprisoned.”

Either way, Nathaniel wouldn’t be available to protect Lisa, his highest priority.

Chapter 6

Wanton

Lisa was at the palace, lost and alone. Stretched before her was an endless
corridor, lined with paintings of long-dead kings and queens, their eyes peering at
her in judgement.

“Will you look at the colour of her hair? Most unsuitable.”

“Yes, and we all know what sort of girl she is, the true nature of her character.”

She tried to run from their cruel words, but her legs didn’t seem to want to move.

“Ah, Princess Anneliese.” The King beckoned.

“But I’m not a princess, Your Majesty,” she said, bobbing a curtsy.

“You soon will be.” He gestured to the robed and crown-wearing princes circling
them.

“But you said I can marry Nathaniel . . . I only want to marry Nathaniel.”

“We can’t always have what we want, my dear.” Lisa backed away from the princes’
grasping hands, only to find herself in the middle of a vast ballroom, dressed in
her maid’s uniform, surrounded by a crowd of fashionably attired lords and ladies.

“She doesn’t belong here.” A fair-haired debutante looked down her nose at Lisa.
“She’s not one of us.”

“Where are the guards?” A regal matron demanded, and Lisa turned and fled—straight
into the arms of Lord Copeland.

“I will have what is mine.” He reached for her mother’s necklace.

“No! The pearls belong to me, not you!”

Running away as fast as she could, she found herself outside the door to
Nathaniel’s study at Worthington.

“Come.” His voice beckoned at her timid knock, and she entered in a rush.

“Nathaniel! Thank heavens I’ve found you.”

The soft glow from a fireplace showed him seated at his desk, his fingers drumming
on the gleaming mahogany surface. He didn’t rise to greet her.

“Nathaniel?” Puzzled by the severity of his expression, she hesitated just inside
the door.

“Come here.” His voice was low and husky, but there was no denying his words were a
command, not a request.

On trembling legs, she approached, halting a few feet from where he sat angled away
from his desk.

“Closer.” He gestured her forward until she was in the V of his legs. Standing, she
was only a little taller than he was seated, and with a slight tug of the hand he’d
curved around the back of her neck, he brought her lips into alignment with his.
The kiss was savage in its intensity and ended almost as soon as it began.

“And so your punishment begins.” His gaze roamed her body.

“Punishment?” Lisa shivered. She had only ever seen Nathaniel angry with others,
usually on her behalf. It had never been directed at her before. Glancing down, she
saw the evidence of his arousal straining against his breeches and felt her own
desire rising. “But what have I done wrong?”

“Did you honestly think I would forgive your deception so easily?”

“But I explained why I had to lie. I thought you understood.” Her hands rose to
clutch at his shoulders.

“Oh, I understand.” He leaned forward so his words were carried on a tantalising

breath against her ear. “I understand the blood that rages with passion through
your veins is far from blue. You don’t fool me.”

His eyes dropped to her suddenly bare chest and the hand that was cupped intimately
around one of her breasts. Her nipple peaked at his touch, sweet sensation flooding
her and a whimper escaping her lips.

“My point exactly, Anneliese.” He drew out her name, making each syllable last for
a long, fraught moment. “You can’t hide your true nature.”

“There’s a problem with my responding to your advances?”

“Not if you were a common, lusty wench.” He smiled before lowering his head to
tease her breasts with his mouth.

She had gone for so long without his touch—grief-stricken and despairing of ever
feeling it again—and she pressed forward. He drew her nipple into his mouth,
suckling it with tongue and lips and gentle grazes of his teeth. Arching against
him, Lisa threaded her fingers through his hair. Then suddenly she was facing away
from him, bent over the desk with her skirt bunched around her waist as he entered
her from behind.

It had happened so suddenly, abruptly, that her mind reeled, even as her body
readily accepted the invasion.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Nuzzling the curve of her neck in time with his
determined strokes, he kissed the sensitive skin.

“Oh, yes.” There seemed no point denying the obvious.

“You like it when I take you on my desk?”

“I do,” she whispered. “I like it very much.” Pleasure pulsed low in her belly like
flashes of lightning along her sensitised nerves. Holding her breath, she reached
expectantly for the rapture she had only ever known with Nathaniel, but to her
dismay, his movements stilled.

“I’ll tell you why you aren’t offended by me treating you like this.” He spoke
softly in her ear. “It’s because you are not a true lady, Anneliese? In fact, we
both know you are thoroughly wanton!”

Lisa awoke with a start, hot, flustered, and with her nightgown tangled around her
legs. Quickly setting things to rights, she did her best to ignore the ache that
pulsed between her thighs. If only the dream had lasted a little longer—well, the
part before Nathaniel had stopped.

She’d been so close to finding release, not that she was sure how she felt about
accomplishing it in such a manner or with him portrayed so uncharacteristically. He
would never do what he had done in the dream, taking her almost roughly while
saying such horrid things.

Hugging her knees, Lisa assured herself she wouldn’t want him to either. After all,
what would that say about her? She couldn’t deny she enjoyed his lovemaking, and
there was something very arousing about his commanding presence, but that didn’t
make her wanton. Did it?

Groaning, she fell back on the pillow and considered the varied meanings of the
word.

Shameless.

She had certainly behaved that way in the dream and in reality on occasion. She
supposed she should feel guilty about that, but the memories of her time with
Nathaniel were too precious to sully with regret.

Immoral.

That was difficult to argue against. After rejecting Nathaniel’s offers to find her
a safe, respectable place of employment, she had surrendered willingly to his
seduction. But they were to be married, if she had a say in the matter, a more than
suitable method by which to rectify the situation. Of course, it would help if she
remembered not to suggest they engage in improper behaviour before they were wed.

Lustful.

She could hardly dispute that description of her actions, but in light of
Nathaniel’s general aura of masculinity, who could possibly blame her?

Did Nathaniel?

He had apologised for the way he treated her when she was his mistress, assuring
her he would never expect a wife to behave in such a manner. But she’d enjoyed the
things they had done. She just needed to assure him of that fact, and he would
realise there wasn’t a problem—unless he really did believe her wanton. He’d told
her often enough that he didn’t want to marry her, that her behaviour was more
fitting for a mistress than a wife. She didn’t doubt that he loved her; it was his
expectations she was unsure of.

Curling on her side, Lisa recalled the other aspects of her dream before they
flitted away. Nathaniel seemed confident she would do well in the role of his
marchioness, but it was obvious that, deep down, she feared disappointing him.

A whimper escaped her lips, and Ruth, her close friend and lady’s maid, entered the
room.

“Are ye awake, Lady Anneliese, or would ye like to sleep a little longer?”

“I’ll rise now, thank you.”

With no hope of falling back to sleep, Lisa decided to join the gentlemen for an
early breakfast. With Ruth’s assistance, she was soon attired in one of the lovely
summer gowns she had brought with her from Worthington. The reflection of the
coolly poised young lady looking back at her from the full length mirror boosted
her confidence . . . a little.

Standing in the doorway to the breakfast room, Lisa waited for Nathaniel to notice
her. A shiver coursed through her when he crossed to her side, his determined
stride reminding her of the forceful stance her dream Nathaniel had taken. The
reality was every bit as handsome and shared the same commanding presence as the
lover her fraught imagination had conjured. But his expression was warm, the tone
of his greeting gentle if equally arousing in timbre.

“Lisa, what a lovely surprise.” He bowed over her hand but was careful not to allow
his lips to touch the back of her fingers.

After curtsying, she stared up at him, momentarily lost for words as his nearness
rekindled the desire simmering just beneath the surface of her skin. A quirk of his
brow triggered her breathy response.

“Good morning, Nathaniel. It’s a pleasure to see you also.”

His smile faded, his blue eyes darkening to a deep sapphire—another reminder of
their dream encounter. Taking a step closer, his nostrils flared, and Lisa
whimpered at the erotic images bombarding her thoughts.

“Sweetheart?” He cocked his head, and she swayed towards him.

“Anneliese, how lovely to see you up and about so early.”

Thomas’s cheery greeting broke through the sensual haze clouding Lisa’s mind,
jolting her back to her senses and location.

“I blame the habits acquired whilst working in your household for being awake at
this unfashionable hour of the day,” she said in a teasing fashion, hoping to
distract him from her breathless response to his son’s perfectly acceptable
greeting.

Lisa’s father joined them, having reestablished his habit of rising early despite
the serious injuries he’d received when he had been shot by Lord Copeland. She
worried about him, that the journey and the previous days revelations had been too
much, but he looked better for a night’s rest.

“How are you, my dear? Did you sleep well?” he asked, and Lisa’s eyes widened.

After a moments pause, she managed a stuttering reply. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

They took their seats at the table where a sumptuous breakfast had been served.
Lisa wasn’t hungry, but she filled her plate. The dream had left her feeling
unsettled, but attempting to explain the reason for her loss of appetite wasn’t an
option, not with her father and Thomas present. If she’d still been his mistress—
and they had their privacy—Lisa wouldn’t have hesitated to talk to Nathaniel about
her concerns. But things were different now that they were betrothed. Very
different.

Once the older gentlemen were settled with an assortment of daily papers, Nathaniel
turned to her father.

“Sir George, I was wondering if Lisa and I might take a stroll through the grounds?
It’s a pleasant morning, and the gardeners are attending to the flower beds.” He
gestured through the floor-length French windows that ran along the southern wall
of the breakfast room, subtly alluding to the presence of a multitude of chaperones
—of sorts.

“My appointment with Aunt Margaret’s couturier is not until eleven o’clock,” Lisa
added.
“That’s an excellent idea.” Her father nodded after a barely perceptible pause.
“I’m assuming you’ll leave an exploration of the maze until you can share the
experience with a larger number?”

Embarrassed by her father’s inference Nathaniel and she would behave

inappropriately if given the slightest chance, Lisa ducked her head. Although,
truth be told, she would have done just that the night before if he’d been willing.

“You have my word, Sir George.” Nathaniel’s tone was suitably sober, though the
hint of a smile twitched his cheek.

Once out in the garden, Lisa breathed in the floral scents and then exhaled with
relief. Considering the way her days were being filled, she had a feeling her
chances to converse alone with Nathaniel would be few and far between. This
opportunity was a gift, one she would savour. Nathaniel walked quickly along the
well-swept paths of Stanton House, and it was soon apparent he had a destination in
mind—a garden bench shaded by a climbing rose bush.

“What an idyllic setting.” Lisa tried not to think of other garden benches they’d
sat upon, invariably with her on his lap.

“Do you think it’s acceptable?” He looked back towards the mansion. “We’re a little
hidden from sight but not overly so.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled. “Papa can seem severe, but I’m sure he doesn’t mind us
spending time together with people around and in clear view.”

“Good.” Sitting close enough for their knees to brush, Nathaniel clasped her hands
in his.

“Now tell me what was bothering you this morning when I first greeted you. I was
worried you were going to faint. Are you absolutely certain you’re not with child?”

Lisa’s brows shot up.

“As sure as I can be. You were careful, and my, er, natural bodily functions have
continued uninterrupted.”

Nathaniel’s chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. “I’m sorry to have to ask.
It shouldn’t have been an issue until after we were married, in which case you
being with child would have been cause for rejoicing. Not that I wouldn’t
appreciate some time alone together before we start a family of our own.”

Summoning her courage, she met his gaze head on. “I don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind my asking, or you don’t mind if we wait a while to have a child
after we’re wed?”

“I don’t mind you asking. I don’t mind waiting to have a child.” Heat flushed her
cheeks as she considered the various methods they could utilise to ensure such a
delay. “And I don’t mind that there’s a need for you to ask before the wedding.”
Nathaniel sat back, and she rushed to clarify. “If we’d met and become betrothed
under normal circumstances, our relationship would have progressed in a very
different fashion to the way it did.”

“And you have a problem with that?”

“No, it’s just . . .” Lisa studied their joined hands before looking up. “Once we
were wed, I would have thought it necessary to pretend not to enjoy your
attentions.”

“And you think I would have continued on with my original plan to keep my wife at a
dispassionate distance while enjoying a rewarding relationship with my mistress?”

She nodded, her muscles tense.

“Lisa . . .” Nathaniel slowly shook his head. “You completely underestimate the
strength of your allure.”

“I do?”

“You most definitely do, and you have nothing to fear. I have promised to honour my
wedding vows. You have my word on it.”

“That’s good to hear.” Lisa forced a smile, frustrated that he’d missed the point
she’d tried to make. While she appreciated he would be a faithful husband, she was
no closer to knowing if he would approve of her being a demonstrably passionate
wife.

“Now tell me what was bothering you this morning. Are you feeling unwell?” he
prompted when she said no more.

“No, I had a dream last night . . . an unsettling dream,” she admitted, eyeing him
cautiously.

“Unsettling? In what way?”

Lisa looked down at their hands again, wondering how much she dare disclose. “It
revealed what I already know, I suppose. That I am concerned about my suitability
to be your marchioness.”

“Ah, sweetheart.” Nathaniel ducked his head, so she couldn’t avoid his gaze.
“There’s no need to worry. I have complete confidence in your abilities.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, wishing she could be as certain.

“Was that all that was bothering you?”

Reluctant to repeat the more salacious aspects of her dream, she hesitated. Part of
Nathaniel’s apology had included his horror at having “taken a lady” on his desk in
broad daylight. It wasn’t difficult to imagine his reaction if she admitted
dreaming about him making love to her from behind while she was bent over that very
same desk.

“No, that was all.”

“Are you sure? You’ve nothing to worry about, Lisa. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

She managed a wan smile, but decided not to tell him about seeing Lord Copeland in
her dream. The man was no longer a threat, and she didn’t want Nathaniel to think
her foolish.

“Did you dream of me at all?” he asked, and she blinked.

“Maybe.”

“Was it pleasant?”
There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes, and while Lisa’s breath quickened,
she wasn’t sure how to respond. He’d looked at her with desire the night before and
then been shocked by her offer to meet him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his eyes darkening while his thumbs traced
circles on the back of her gloveless hands. “Would you care to share the details?”

A whimper escaped her lips, but she held firm.

“Not even a hint?” He cocked his head in that adorable way of his. “Please?”

“Oh, if you insist.” Her shoulders slumped. “We were in your office at Worthington,
and I was dressed as a maid.”

“And?”

“And I really don’t think I should say any more.” Lisa’s face flamed, and she rued
her tendency to blush. Nathaniel didn’t seem to mind, raising a hand to softly
caress her cheek.

“But you must tell me now. I’m agog.”

“Maybe later . . . after we’re wed,” she whispered.

“Why not before?” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, and her resolve
crumbled.

“Because we lay together. Well, we weren’t actually laying, as we were on your

desk, or rather I was. Like that other time . . . but different. It was very
pleasant, but also rather shocking, and I’m not sure you’d approve of what we did.”
His mouth dropped open, and she quickly added, “It was only a dream, so not real,
of course.”

“Of course.” Scowling, Nathaniel sat back and glanced towards the house. To her
disappointment, he made no further comment, releasing her hands to fist his own
upon his thighs.

Lisa huffed a breath. Only the night before he’d said he valued her openness, but
if he was going to take offence at every little thing, she would keep her mouth
shut in future.

Chapter 7

Different

Spending hours being fitted for an extraordinary array of gowns, with the endless
choices to be made regarding fabrics and styles, soon lost its appeal. While the
offerings were undeniably beautiful, Lisa couldn’t conceive of requiring anywhere
near the number of ball gowns, evening gowns, cloaks, day dresses, pelisses, riding
habits, bonnets, shoes, bags, gloves, and all the other accoutrements her mentors
insisted she would need in the coming weeks.

“Fashionable society will be flocking to make your acquaintance once your

relationship to the King is made public.”
Margaret’s intention was not to be unkind, but her words caused a feeling of dread
to settle in Lisa’s stomach.

“Even without knowing about your royal connections, the ladies of the ton are
atwitter over the opportunity to meet the courageous young lady who outwitted the
dastardly Lord Copeland and survived an unimaginable ordeal, masquerading as a
servant.” Rebecca’s flair for melodrama imbued her description of events with a
theatrical tone.

Lisa already felt like she was playing a part, one for which she feared she’d been
miscast. There were times she thought living up to her new, aristocratic role was
harder than adjusting to being a servant. Adding to her woes, her plan to keep that
aspect of her adventure a secret had fallen by the wayside, with gossip now running
rife in all spheres of society. Journalists had begun loitering around Stanton
House as soon as news leaked Sir George Barlow and his daughter were in residence.

Lisa could only assume that the servants Thomas brought with him from Worthington
Hall had divulged the tale, which was hardly surprising. What was unexpected was
the sympathetic nature with which the story had been reported . . . to date. She
worried someone would eventually tell the truth rather than the sanitised and,
frankly, implausible tale Thomas had concocted, that Nathaniel had known all along
who she was but had kept her identity a secret in order to keep her safe.

“Ye don’t need to worry,” Ruth said one evening while she was helping Lisa dress
for dinner. She went on to assure her of the staff’s staunch loyalty to the Duke
and his household, of which Lisa was now considered an integral part.

“For them to discover the pretty lass working in their midst is practically a
princess and related to the King . . . well, everyone’s proud as punch to ’ave been
involved in keeping ye safe. And then there’s yer impendin’ betrothal to Lord
Marsden. Downstairs are just waitin’ for the announcement to celebrate and toast
yer ’appiness. It’s like something out of a fairy tale, Lady Anneliese, and ye’ve
made them all a part of it. There won’t be any nasty gossip comin’ from that
quarter, I can guarantee it. The servants lucky enough to work for His Grace will
defend yer ’onour to their dying breath, as will Ben and meself.”

Touched by her speech, Lisa couldn’t resist the urge to embrace the girl. The maid
only allowed it for a moment before shooing her mistress off with an embarrassed
dismissal of her worthiness.

“You were a good friend to me when I thought I’d lost everything, Ruth.”

“Aye, and ye’ve been a good friend to me.” Ruth’s shy smile faded, and Lisa cocked
her head to the side.

“What is it?” she asked when Ruth remained silent.

“Ye’ll still do what ye said ye would, back at Worthington?”

“Help girls who have been hurt?”

Ruth nodded, and Lisa thought back to the morning she’d first heard her friend’s
terrible tale, her heart aching for what she’d been through. Lisa had been reeling
from Nathaniel’s seduction and the shock of finally understanding the inferences
people around her had been making. But hearing of the dreadful abuse Ruth had
endured when she was just a girl had brought her own troubles into stark
perspective.

“I’m determined to do what I can to help, regardless of my position in society.”

“Oh, I’m so glad to ’ear that.” Ruth breathed a big sigh. “Yer going to be so busy,
what with practically being a part of the King’s family, but I knew ye wouldn’t
forget yer promises.”

“Never,” Lisa said, reminded of the one Ruth had made to accompany her when she’d
thought she might have to flee abroad. Theirs was a true friendship, and as far as
Lisa was concerned, nothing would change that, not her station, marriage, or
fortune. After dinner that night she asked Nathaniel if Ruth and Ben might be able
to stay with her after they were wed.

“Whatever you desire,” he said.

His willingness to oblige her was a source of relief, although what she really
wanted was to spend time with him alone. Unfortunately, it would have been asking
too much to expect her father to grant them such liberties again. Their interlude
in the garden was a singular event, one that ended on an awkward note with her
stammering an apology and his assuring her it wasn’t necessary.

Lisa was unconvinced. Nathaniel acted differently towards her now that she was his
betrothed and not his mistress, more reserved. Of course, that was only to be
expected, his manner perfectly acceptable . . . for a traditional beau.

Things would be better once they were wed.

With a sigh, Nathaniel put the report he had been reading aside. His estate manager
appeared to have things well under control, but he missed taking a hands-on
approach to the running of Marsden Park, especially the breeding programme that was
producing some of the finest hunters in the region. Lisa liked to ride, or so she
had admitted when he had questioned her about her real upbringing—daughters of
innkeepers were not afforded the luxury of learning to ride sidesaddle, so she had
necessarily kept that from him. Between his commitments to the current
parliamentary debate and preparations for the King’s ball, he’d not had time to
find her a suitable mount. He would rather choose one from amongst his own stock,
but it would be some weeks, possibly months, before they were able to retire to his
country estate. Once their betrothal was announced, they would need to wait the
proscribed weeks until they could wed. Quickly, quietly, and with a minimal of fuss
was Nathaniel’s preference—Lisa’s, too, he assumed. Although sometimes he wondered
how well he knew the woman he loved.

His confusion was not her fault. She’d had no choice but to live a lie at
Worthington, first as a maid, then while conforming to Nathaniel’s image of the
perfect mistress in exchange for his protection. Now she was having to adapt to an
entirely new role. He’d have liked to have been introduced under conventional
circumstances, to discover her temperament and tastes when she wasn’t living under
a cloud of fear, anxiety, or expectation.

Lisa’s admission that she didn’t regret the way they’d met had taken him aback. Not
to mention her reference to dreaming of them engaging in an intimate act, one she
had described as pleasant but also shocking and something of which he would not
approve. Nathaniel shook his head. What could be more shocking than the things he’d
already required of her?

He couldn’t deny he was curious, having enjoyed any number of dreams featuring Lisa
in the starring role. He wouldn’t have hesitated to indulge his salacious fantasies
when she was his mistress, the thought causing him to shift uncomfortably in his
seat. But she was to be his wife, and it would be asking too much. Wouldn’t it?
“Problems at home?” Hugh gestured to the reports on Nathaniel’s desk, both men at
loose ends with the ladies busy with the never-ending fittings for gowns and
fripperies necessary for those of their station.

“No, all’s well.” Nathaniel leaned back in his chair. “What of your estates? Is
your father pressuring you to return?”

“Not without a bride.” Hugh grimaced. “I’ve been told, in no uncertain terms, to
find a bonny English lass of high standing, with a respectable dowry and congenial
disposition, to increase the standing of the clan.”

“And you’ve chosen Rebecca?”

“You question your sister’s suitability?”

Nathaniel laughed. “Not in the least. I’m just not sure congenial is a word I’d
have chosen to describe her. Managing, impetuous, strong-willed—”

“Passionate?”

Nathaniel’s expression sobered. He was glad that his father had given permission
for Hugh to come courting Rebecca—after taking a leaf out of Sir George’s book and
threatening to skin him alive if he behaved inappropriately. But he was
uncomfortable thinking of his sister as being of marriageable age, no matter how
eager she seemed to secure Hugh’s affection. As for her experiencing passion . . .

He shuddered, and Hugh shook his head.

“I take it you’re still struggling with the idea of blue-blooded ladies behaving in
a red-blooded fashion?”

“A little.” Nathaniel shrugged. “I agree that Lisa and Rebecca deserve better than
the conventional marital experience typical for those of our class. A husband at
least has the expectation of finding, if not love, some degree of affection outside
the marriage bed, an option unavailable to his wife.”

“Not according to Lucinda.” Hugh smirked.

“True,” Nathaniel said without inflection. His anger at her deception was fading
now that he was free to marry the woman of his choosing.

A lady of impeccable breeding, Lucinda had had no more intention of honouring her
wedding vows than Nathaniel would have if they’d wed.

“I’m not saying her ‘what’s good for the gander is permissible for the goose’
approach is ideal,” Hugh continued. “I can’t see too many husbands tolerating their
wives engaging in dalliance.”

“Of course not.”

“But it proves the point that high-born ladies are equally capable of passion,
given the opportunity.”

“My father certainly seems to have found something with Margaret.” Nathaniel shook
his head, never having thought to make such an admission. “His face lights up
whenever she comes into the room. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him happier.”

“Nor I you when you were spending time with your Miss Brown back at Worthington.”
At Hugh’s pointed look, Nathaniel’s chest heaved with a drawn out sigh. “I’ve
promised her I’ll be an exemplary husband, but I need to work out what the role
entails. I’m beginning to suspect society’s dictates and Lisa’s preferences might
not coincide.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily.” Nathaniel had been hesitant to give the possibility

consideration, as it seemed self-serving in the extreme. Not to mention fraught
with the potential for abuse.

There was no denying Lisa was a passionate young woman. The far-from-ordinary
circumstances in which she’d found herself had created the opportunity for her to
explore a side of her personality she’d have otherwise suppressed. While Nathaniel
wasn’t about to applaud the part he had played in her physical awakening, it was
clear the notion he’d readily accepted—that the females of his class were
intrinsically different to those of the lower, and therefore incapable of
experiencing physical desire—was flawed. Which didn’t mean everything he’d done was
acceptable in terms of how a husband should treat his wife.

“Have you considered you might be able to enjoy the best of both worlds?” Hugh’s
query snapped Nathaniel from his reverie. “Marriage to a lady who meets all the
necessary requirements for a marchioness—exceeds them, in fact—whom you also
desire?”

“I’m considering it now.” Nodding slowly, Nathaniel’s lips curved in the beginnings
of a smile.

Chapter 8

Duty

Lisa clasped her hands together to stop them from shaking, thankful her gloves
absorbed the dampness caused by her sweaty palms. Sharing morning tea with Queen
Adelaide was a civilised undertaking but cause for apprehension nonetheless.

Twenty-seven years the King’s junior, the then Princess Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen
had met her husband, a duke and younger son of King George III, a week prior to
their wedding. The marriage had been arranged when it became apparent he would
ascend to the throne and was in need of a legitimate heir.

Feeling a certain affinity with the King’s mistress, Lisa had made discreet
enquiries before her visit, wanting to know what had happened to the woman with
whom William had cohabited for twenty years. She’d been saddened to learn the self-
titled Mrs Jordan, an Irish actress, had been put aside when the then duke’s
financial needs had forced him to seek a wealthy heiress for a wife long before he
was heir to the throne—one willing to accept the ten illegitimate children he
adored as part of their household. That Adelaide had welcomed them into her home
was considered testament to the lady’s virtuous nature. Along with her
determination to restore the English Court’s reputation to one of piety and
conservatism, she channelled her energies into various charitable pursuits.

“Do be wary, Lady Anneliese,” the Queen warned when Lisa shyly told her about her
particular area of charitable interest. “While an admirable cause, it is hardly a
suitable charity for a lady of refinement to attach her name.”

“I appreciate your concern, Your Majesty,” Lisa said, cautiously defending her
stance. “But many young women in service are subject to dreadful abuse. Then there
are the girls taken off the street and forced into a life of prostitution from
which there is little to no hope of escape, a practice virtually condoned by our
current system of laws.”

The Queen tutted. “Come now. A Christian nation would never allow such a travesty
to prevail.”

“But it does.” Lisa forgot herself, and spread her hands in her enthusiasm for the
topic. “The age of consent for girls is ten. The punishment for rape when the
victim is a commoner is a fine paid to the girl’s family. A fine, Your Majesty, one
rarely enforced and certainly not if the perpetrator of the crime is a member of
the gentry.”

Queen Adelaide didn’t respond straight away, taking a moment to sip her tea from a
fine bone china cup.

“It is considered the responsibility of penitent gentlemen to make amends for their
actions by supporting such causes. Ladies are not supposed to be aware of such
things, and if we become aware, we are to leave it to those in power to deal with.”

“But they’re not dealing with it,” Lisa said, trying to keep the frustration from
her voice. “The system weighs too heavily in favour of the men who find enjoyment
in bedding young girls.”

“You go too far, Lady Anneliese.” The Queen eyed her sternly. “This is a matter for
the Church and, if absolutely necessary, the House of Lords to deal with. What
you’re advocating is major reform, and one must be careful reform does not lead to
revolt.”

“Surely, revolt is more likely to happen where there is no reform?” Lisa asked. “My
hope is to bring awareness of this dreadful problem to those with the power to
change the laws that underpin it.”

“Young ladies should occupy their time with acquiring a husband, the raising of
children, and suitable charitable pursuits, not the moral governance of an empire.”

“But who will speak up for these girls?” Lisa put her teacup down and sat forward.
“They are powerless to help themselves.”

“I’m sure there are any number of respectable roles they could choose rather than
embracing a life of licentiousness.”

Lisa wanted to argue that a ten- or twelve-year-old girl—or even twenty-year-old

woman—forced to work in a brothel, or a maid raped and impregnated by her gentleman
employer, could hardly be accused of embracing their tragic circumstances. But she
tempered her words with a sigh.

“Thank you for your counsel, Your Majesty. I will endeavour to be discreet in my
efforts to assist those girls who have not chosen such a life but had it forced
upon them.”

The Queen eyed her shrewdly. “It would seem your experiences have affected you
profoundly, Lady Anneliese. If you feel you must act upon the dictates of your
conscience, I recommend you exercise caution. There are those members of the upper
ton who would delight in seeing you stumble.”
“But why?” Lisa had heard as much from Rebecca and Margaret, and she found the idea
perplexing. “They don’t even know me.”

“I’m afraid when one has beauty, position, and wealth—not to mention the heart of a
particularly handsome and eligible young man—envy is unavoidable.”

Lisa cringed at the knowledge the Queen must know the story behind her betrothal to
Nathaniel.

“I thought marrying for love was frowned upon by the ton.”

“It might appear that way.” The regal lady’s tone was wry. “But while forming an
alliance that is financially, socially, and politically advantageous is one’s
undisputed duty, it isn’t possible to completely stifle the desires of the heart.
You, my dear, have managed something few members of our class or gender ever
achieve—a romantic attachment with a highly suitable candidate. Although my husband
would prefer you aimed a little higher.”

“Becoming a marchioness is more than enough for me, Your Majesty.”

“Your willingness to forgive is admirable, Lady Anneliese.” The Queen’s expression

sobered. “A young woman who has been so thoroughly compromised has little choice in
the matter, but it is good to see you embracing your Christian duty.”

“My duty to marry the man who took advantage of me?”

Her Majesty nodded, and Lisa struggled to maintain a respectful tone.

“While Lord Marsden sincerely regrets his actions, his intention was to protect me.
He treated me with kindness and respect. I wouldn’t be marrying him otherwise.”

“Wouldn’t you?” The Queen arched a brow. “Beware of indulging in excessive

wilfulness, my dear. It has been many a maiden’s downfall, and I fear you are
highly prone. His Majesty harbours similar concerns.”

“I regret having to disappoint His Majesty, but in my heart, I feel I am married to

Lord Marsden already.”

“The justification of many a mistress,” the Queen said flatly, and Lisa winced. “I
wouldn’t worry, if I were you.” Her Majesty’s expression softened. “I’m sure His
Majesty’s pique will be forgotten . . . eventually. Just don’t forget to call one
of your sons after him.”

Lisa looked forward to bearing Nathaniel’s children, but her smile faded when she
saw the sadness in the older woman’s eyes. Despite being chosen for the purpose of
providing her husband with an heir, Queen Adelaide had been tragically unable to do
so. Her first babe, a daughter, had arrived prematurely, two more girls died during
their first years of life, and the twin boys she had delivered eight years prior to
her husband’s coronation had been stillborn. At forty, and with the King now sixty-
seven, the likelihood of her bearing him an heir seemed slim.

“I will pray our Heavenly Father blesses Lord Marsden and your union with healthy
children.”

The Queen’s tone was without rancour, and Lisa thanked her for her kindness. She
almost blurted they would probably wait a while, as Nathaniel had said he was keen
for them to enjoy some time together before starting a family. But the comment
would have been insensitive and raised questions as to how a deliberate ordering of
events was possible.

Gentlemen were not supposed to deny their wives the opportunity to become with
child, and young ladies were most certainly not supposed to be aware of methods
that put the timing of their confinements into their own hands.

“Typically, I would consider it my duty to instruct you in the behaviour expected

of a young bride by her husband on their wedding night.” The Queen raised the topic
Lisa had suspected might be on the agenda, and her shoulders hunched. “But I gather
it’s more than a little late for that particular conversation?”

“I’m afraid so, Your Majesty.”

“In that case, I shall dispense with the advice I usually impart—that if one finds
one’s husband disagreeable or the execution of one’s duty unpleasant, one should
lie back and think of England.” The queen’s tone was exceedingly dry, and Lisa’s
gaze shot to her face. “Considering Lord Marsden’s undeniable appeal, not to
mention the previous nature of your association, I don’t believe focusing on your
duty to king and country will be necessary. In fact, I imagine you shall much
prefer to lie back and think of your husband.”

Lisa’s smile when she left the palace was bittersweet. While she was looking
forward to doing exactly what the great lady had suggested, she would actually
prefer taking a less passive role.

Chapter 9

Champion

“Any word of Edgeley?”

Nathaniel drew Hugh aside, not wanting his father or Sir George to overhear the
conversation.

“Not yet, but he must have seen the papers. He’s made himself scarce, but whether
that’s due to your threats or because he’s avoiding his creditors . . .” Hugh
shrugged. “One thing is certain, his gambling is getting out of hand. Not unlike
someone else we know.”

The two men exchanged looks.

“Do you think Edgeley’s in contact with Copeland?”

“I doubt it. The consensus is Copeland’s long gone. America, Australia, the West
Indies. He’d be a fool to remain in England.”

Nathaniel’s fists clenched. “A part of me wishes he had, so I could beat him

senseless for what he put Lisa and her father through. But since that’s not an
option, I’ll have to be content with making sure she is never put at risk again.”

“Speaking of risk, is she still determined to visit a house of mercy?”

“There’s a misnomer if ever I’ve heard one,” Nathaniel muttered. “I’ve had my man
look into the various female penitentiaries in the city, and you were right.
They’re the last places I’d allow Lisa or Rebecca to visit.”
“I’d heard they were cheerless places, but I didn’t realise the women were harshly
treated.”

Nathaniel grimaced. “Not as harshly as they were in their previous lives, but they
don’t call them ‘penitents’ for nothing. It’s a sordid business, one I would rather
our ladies knew nothing about.”

“It’s a little late for that.”

“True.” Nathaniel rubbed the back of his neck, his guilt never far from the
surface. If supporting her in this endeavour was part of his penance, he would
endure it with as much stoicism as he could muster, but not to her detriment. He
was determined to keep her safe, even if that meant protecting her from her own
compassionate nature.

“She agreed to wait until after we’re officially betrothed to pursue the matter.”

“Which means your time is up.” Hugh smiled, but Nathaniel was unable to muster one
in response. The King was supposed to announce his betrothal to Lisa at the ball
they were to attend that evening, but he had his doubts it would occur. If the
sovereign reneged on his commitment to honour Lisa’s wishes regarding her choice of
spouse, then preventing her from visiting a charity home would be the least of his
concerns.

“I wouldn’t worry.” Hugh clapped Nathaniel on the shoulder. “Anneliese seems a

stalwart sort, not easily influenced by promises of grandeur. If she hasn’t changed
her mind about wanting to marry you by now, I doubt she’s going to. You’ll end up
together one way or another.”

“It’s the ‘other’ I’m worried about.”

“On the bright side,” Hugh added, his tone droll. “If the worst happens, and the
two of you are banished from polite society, you could stop fretting about the
ton’s expectations and live as you please. From what I’ve observed, I think
Anneliese might prefer it.”

“You’ve noticed the change in her demeanour?”

“It’s difficult to miss. She seems . . .”

“Reserved? Anxious? A far cry from the effervescent girl who took to being my
mistress with aplomb?”

Hugh eyed Nathaniel ruefully. “You have calmed her fears in regards to your
expectations for once you are wed?”

“I’ve tried.” Nathaniel grimaced. “But the more I assure her I have no intention of
treating her the way I did when she was my mistress, the more she withdraws.”

Hugh swore, earning a surprised look from both Nathaniel’s father and Sir George.

“My apologies.” He bowed his head in their directions before turning on his friend,
his voice low but determined. “For an intelligent, educated fellow, Nate, you can
be a right idiot.”

“In what way?”

“I thought you’d come to your senses and recognised that a lady can be both
virtuous and appreciate the pleasures of the flesh, those permissible within
marriage, at any rate.”

“I have.” Nathaniel shrugged, bewildered by his friend’s outburst.

“Have you told Anneliese as much? It sounds to me you’ve been so busy informing her
what you don’t expect of her, you’ve forgotten to assure her what she can expect
from you. She probably thinks you want her to conform to society’s traditional
expectations once you’re wed.”

Nathaniel scowled. Lisa couldn’t possibly be under such a misapprehension. He was

shockingly demonstrative towards, holding her hand whenever he got the chance. Then
there was the kiss they’d shared the night her father had granted them a few
moments together . . . a massive departure from convention. It wasn’t as if he
could do more to show her how he felt. He’d have to find a way to tell her.

Intent on questioning Hugh further, Nathaniel opened his mouth, but a movement
caught his attention. Margaret, Rebecca, and Lisa appeared at the top of the
landing, and he took an involuntary step forward.

“I’m not sure what she’s worried about.” Hugh chuckled. “Careful. You’ll start
drooling any minute.”

Hugh elbowed him in the side, and Nathaniel snapped his mouth shut. While all three
ladies looked splendid, dressed as they were in the height of current fashion, his
eyes remained fixed on Lisa as she made her way down the sweeping staircase. Her
rich, red curls were piled high upon her head, the betrothal gifts he’d given her a
few days prior complementing the elegant arrangement. The diamond and pearl tiara,
pearl drop earrings, and pearl bracelet matched the necklace that had once belonged
to her mother. It gleamed against the creamy expanse of her chest, drawing his eyes
to the décolletage revealed by the low neckline of her ivory gown.

She looked astonishing, every bit the princess she might have been had
circumstances been different.

Nathaniel had never expected marriage to him would be a step down for Lisa. He
didn’t want to add depriving her of her true place in society to his list of sins,
but she’d assured him she wanted nothing more than to be his marchioness.
Considering the uncivilised direction of his thoughts, it was a good thing, as he
feared for the safety of any gentleman—prince or otherwise—who dared try and claim
her for his own.

“Good evening, my lady.” He bowed over her hand when she met him at the bottom of
the stairs. “You look beautiful.”

“Why thank you, Lord Marsden. So do you.” The faint pink blush he adored graced her
cheeks. “I mean, you look very handsome,” she added with a shake of her head.

He offered her his arm, and they turned to greet the other couples. Nathaniel made
sure to compliment both his sister, who looked lovely in her light green gown, and
Margaret, who wore the renowned Worthington diamonds to stunning effect. The King’s
cleverly worded announcement, inviting the cream of society to a ball in honour of
a new addition to his family, was thought by most to be referring to the latest
royal duchess. A gracious lady, Nathaniel’s new stepmother had assured them she
wasn’t concerned about sharing the glory of the occasion with her soon-to-be
daughter-in-law or the fact that once news of Lisa’s relationship to the crown was
announced, her own introduction to society would be overshadowed.

“I’ll be glad to step back and allow Anneliese centre stage,” she had said when the
matter was raised.

Lisa had smiled wanly and looked to her father for comfort, not Nathaniel. A
telling response.

While the uncertainty of their situation meant a degree of anxiety was inevitable,
he had known for a while that something else was bothering Lisa. They’d had no
problem communicating when sharing a bed every night at Worthington, but now it was
as if they were both walking on eggshells, each afraid of offending the other.
Hopefully, Hugh had the right of it. If Lisa was feeling insecure regarding his
marital expectations, not because she was apprehensive about him making
inappropriate demands but because she was worried he would not meet her physical
needs, putting her fears to rest shouldn’t be a problem.

After assisting her to don the cloak that matched her stunning gown, Nathaniel took
his place beside Lisa in the carriage with Sir George. Lisa’s father had arranged
to collect Penelope on their way to the palace, having made no secret of his
interest in his friend’s younger, widowed sister. Nathaniel was quietly hopeful Sir
George’s preoccupation with his aunt would work to Lisa’s and his benefit, allowing
them the opportunity for some much needed, if necessarily clandestine, time alone.

After collecting Penelope, they made their way to the palace, the carriage forced
to wait for some time as they queued with the one hundred or so guests invited to
the pre-ball dinner. In no hurry to be parted from Lisa, as he expected would occur
upon their arrival, Nathaniel edged closer. She moved restlessly in her seat,
pushing her cloak back from her shoulders and fanning her face.

“You’re not worried, are you?”

“Me, worried?” Lisa’s laugh had an edge of hysteria to it. “I’ve only been to a
couple of country dances, and now I’m to be presented to the crème of society at a
ball held by the King in my honour where he may or may not choose to announce our
betrothal, potentially creating a dilemma of mammoth proportions. Whatever would I
be worried about?”

“You’ve been strong for this long. Don’t lose heart now.”

“I’ll try not to.” Lisa reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. It was a bold
gesture on her part, one he sadly acknowledged she had not ventured in some time.
With her father engaged in conversation with his aunt, Nathaniel took the risk of
lifting her hand to his mouth for a brief kiss.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way. I promise.”

“What about when you’re dancing with all the sophisticated young ladies who would
take my place in a heartbeat?” Lisa’s attempt at a teasing tone fell well short,
and Nathaniel frowned.

Did she not understand the place she held in his affections?

“Since I have no desire to dance with anyone but you, I shall gladly stand on the
sidelines for the entire evening . . . other than for the waltzes you’ve promised
to dance with me and no other.” He eyed her with mock sternness, hoping to ease her
tension.

“But that wouldn’t be at all acceptable,” she said, her tone less than convincing.
“You have a duty to dance with other ladies besides me.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, I’ll mind.” She looked up at him through her long lashes. “I expect to be
eaten alive with jealousy, but as long as you return home with me at the end of the
night, I shan’t complain.”

Nathaniel doubted Lisa’s words had been intentionally provocative, but the images
they inspired stole his breath. His found himself staring at the shadowed valley
between her breasts as memories of kissing them—and every other inch of her body—
bombarded his senses.

“Nathaniel?” she whispered, and he lifted his gaze to her parted lips. When she
slowly licked them, leaving a glistening trail on the plump, pink flesh, he found
himself thinking of all the other things he knew she could do with her very clever
tongue.

“Lisa,” he murmured. Forgetting their location, he reached for her, the sound of
her father clearing his throat stilling Nathaniel’s hand.

“Waiting can be quite a trial, can’t it?” Sir George chuckled.

“Papa!” Lisa eyed her father pointedly before sending Nathaniel an embarrassed
glance.

“These dratted queues.” Her father gestured out the window. “It’s one of the things
I hate about city life. Invitations to dinners and balls one would rather not
attend but can’t refuse and then interminable waits to get in the door.”

Penelope laughed. “Oh, come now, George. You were just telling me how much you’re
looking forward to seeing your daughter presented tonight and how you wished you
were up to escorting her out on the ballroom floor.”

“Another time.” He smiled at Lisa, and she managed a small one in return.

“You’re not nervous about the dancing, are you?” Nathaniel asked, risking a gentle
stroke of her arm once her father’s attention returned to Penelope.

“I’ve only danced in public a couple of times, and never the waltz. I’m worried
I’ll make a mistake in front of all those important people.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He held her gaze. “I wouldn’t miss this
opportunity to dance with you for the world. And while I can’t say I’m looking
forward to watching you be partnered by other gentlemen, I can assure you they will
be so mesmerised by your beauty they won’t give a thought to whether or not you
make a mistake.”

Lisa’s smile stayed with Nathaniel throughout the King’s dinner. While
disappointed, he was not surprised to be separated from her almost as soon as they
entered the palace. The King wished to speak with his new cousin privately before
welcoming his other guests, no doubt in one final attempt to convince her she could
do better than a mere marquis.

Adding weight to his concern, Nathaniel was seated towards the Queen’s end of the
hundred-seat table, while Lisa and her father were seated at the other end near the
King. As various foreign dignitaries, all ranked higher than him, vied for her
attention, he was reduced to watching on.

It didn’t take long for those seated around him to begin questioning the identity
of the beautiful red-haired lady at the King’s side. The most common assumption was
correct—that she was the heroine who had escaped the clutches of the nefarious Lord
Copeland—but not all were supportive in their comments. Nathaniel scowled when he
heard the murmurs of disapproval voiced by some of the more straitlaced matrons and
their hypocritical spouses when mention was made of Lisa having masqueraded as a
servant during her time at Worthington Hall.

“You would have preferred she’d been imprisoned for crimes she had not committed or
forced to wed the rogue who tried to murder her father?”

“Nobody is saying that, Lord Marsden.” The placating tone of the dowager seated to
his right was at odds with her haughty expression. “But she did go to extraordinary
lengths, as did you in your efforts to protect the girl, or so I’ve heard?”

There was no disguising the salacious inference to her query, but Nathaniel
addressed it without flinching. “I was graced with the opportunity to offer my
assistance to a lady of quality who found herself in distress through absolutely no
fault of her own. Would you have had me do anything less?”

“The gal certainly seems to have a knack for collecting highly placed champions,” a
gentleman a few places away commented dryly.

Nathaniel didn’t dispute his assessment, offering assurance with his gaze when Lisa
looked his way.

“How is she holding up?” he asked Sir George when they were making their way to the
ballroom after the interminable dinner ended.

“A tad overwhelmed, as am I, but standing up to all the attention. In hindsight, I

believe I’ve done her a disservice by keeping her in the dark all these years. If
I’d realised there was going to be this much pomp and ceremony involved, I wouldn’t
have kept the secret of her heritage from her for this long. She should have had
more time to get used to the idea of being a part of this world . . . either that
or we could have hightailed it to the wilds of Scotland, saving her from it
altogether.”

Nathaniel shuddered at the thought. Of course, he would have preferred if Lisa had
not been frightened or made to suffer in the process of their finding one another,
but he couldn’t help feeling grateful for the way things had turned out. His
original plan to keep her hidden from society had been wise, her charms a
temptation he feared would be difficult for many of his peers to resist. Now, that
option had been removed, and his muscles tensed when he recalled the way her dinner
companions had looked at her, like she was a tasty morsel they desired to
sample . . . or consume. The sooner Nathaniel made her his wife the safer she would
be.

Chapter 10

Choice

“I may have said my blessing would be given if you held true to your desire to wed
Lord Marsden, but there is much at stake, Lady Anneliese. It’s not too late to
change your mind,” King William told Lisa during their private audience before
dinner. “You could be queen of an entire nation. Can you imagine?”

She barely managed to suppress a shudder. “I fear I can, Your Majesty.”

One brow arching, he looked none too pleased by her reply.

“As the newest member of the royal family, you could help strengthen much-needed
alliances with your choice of husband. I don’t want it to come to this, but I could
make the decision for you.”

Gripping her hands tightly together, Lisa did the near unthinkable for a young lady
and argued with the sovereign. “As my great-grandmother married a foreign prince, I
am not subject to the Royal Marriage Act. You would need my father’s support to see
me betrothed to a candidate of your choosing. Even then, I do not believe the
Church condones forced marriage. A willing bride is required.”

“When one is born to privilege, one has a duty to fulfil in these matters.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I believe my duty is to Lord Marsden, to whom I have
already given both my heart and my body.”

The King scowled at the pointed reminder before declaring a large enough dowry—and
the right connections—could encourage a potential groom to overlook such
technicalities. Lisa had no intention of capitulating, but not wanting to further
offend the man who held the power to rob Nathaniel of his heritage and their
children of legitimacy, she agreed to at least consider his preferred candidates,
both mysteriously present. She did her best to be polite to the visiting crown
prince and foreign duke seated either side of her during dinner, but her heart
wasn’t in it. Whenever there was a lull in the conversation, her gaze sought
Nathaniel farther down the table, his smile bolstering her courage. Relieved when
the multiple course dinner was over, she braced herself to face the next obstacle
of the evening—surviving her introduction to society. Lisa silently prayed the King
would announce Nathaniel’s and her betrothal before the end of the night, doubting
her nerves could stand an extended delay.

Adding to her anxiety was Nathaniel’s mercurial manner, his behaviour reminding her
of their time at Worthington Hall before he had offered her his protection. One
moment she’d been convinced he enjoyed her company as much as she did his. The next
he had seemed offended by her presence. Now she didn’t know if he wanted her to act
the demure, virginal maiden—when they both knew she was anything but—or if she
should acknowledge the hungry look when it appeared in his eyes.

Lisa was trying to act the way he wanted, taking her cue from Nathaniel’s polite
demeanour. But when he looked at her the way he had in the carriage, as if he’d
completely forgotten their chaperones and wanted to ravish her on the spot, she
didn’t know what to think.

Waiting in the shadows for the King and Queen to arrive, Lisa clutched her father’s
arm. Her heart raced when she looked out over the teeming mass of gowned and
bejewelled upper ton filling the glittering ballroom. It would have been easier if
Nathaniel had been allowed to stand with her, but he’d been relegated to the crowd
below, further evidence of the King’s continued manipulations.

“How are you faring?” her father asked. “We could make a run for it if you would
rather avoid all this.”

“I think it’s too late for that.” Tempted by the notion—but only if Nathaniel could
accompany them—Lisa put a hand to her stomach in an attempt to quell her rising
nausea.

The orchestra stopped playing, and the waiting assembly fell silent as the King and
Queen came to stand beneath the enormous crystal chandelier illuminating the
landing. As one, the congregated crème of society bowed and curtsied, a cascade of
taffeta, silk, and satin spreading out across the ballroom like a rainbow-coloured
wave.

“Welcome, my lords, ladies, and gentlemen.” The King’s booming voice, honed while
captaining sea vessels, carried across the ballroom. “I would like to thank you for
your gracious attendance at this little gathering, and on such short notice. Her
Majesty and I are honoured to have you in our home.”

Laughter rose up from the crowd at the King’s equivalent of a jest. Not one of them
would have dreamed of missing the opportunity to be present at such a prestigious
royal function. The sovereign then welcomed the Duchess of Worthington,
congratulating her and her husband on their recent nuptials. Thomas and Margaret
stepped forward and waved to the crowd, who applauded politely in return. This had
been the expected purpose of the evening, but before the throng could dispel, the
King summoned their attention once more.

“I have another special announcement to make this evening,” he said, and Lisa’s
knees began to tremble.

“It is with the greatest of pleasure I would like to introduce a new member of the
royal family. Heroine of the hour for her fortitude in the face of terrible
adversity, and my own dearest if somewhat distant cousin, may I introduce . . .
Lady Anneliese Barlow.”

At the announcement of her name, Lisa stepped from the shadows. A hush fell over
the crowd, followed by a ripple of sound that rose rapidly in volume. When they
broke into cheers and applause, her breath hitched, an unwise move considering the
design of her tight-fitting gown. The room began to swirl, and Lisa feared she
might faint—or worse, disgrace herself by losing the contents of her stomach. Her
muscles tensed in readiness to turn and flee when Nathaniel stepped forward from
the crowd. His gaze locked with hers, and the world righted itself. Ignoring
protocol, he ascended the wide marble staircase, only halting when the King raised
a hand.

“Preempting the situation again, Lord Marsden?”

A hush fell over the audience at the King’s obvious displeasure.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Nathaniel said, his tone more determined than
apologetic. “But Lady Anneliese needs my support.”

Lisa held her breath. After a pause that seemed to last forever, the King waved
Nathaniel onward, the liveried guards stepping back and resuming their not-so-
decorative posts. Taking the rest of the stairs two at a time, Nathaniel came to
stand at Lisa’s side and threaded his arm through hers.

“I don’t think you were supposed to do that,” she whispered. “But I’m very glad you
did.”

“So am I.” He smiled his assurance before turning to face the scowling sovereign.

“You could have given me at least one evening to see if I could shake Lady
Anneliese’s resolve,” the King muttered.

“Oh, give it up, dear.” Queen Adelaide joined them. “Did you really think you could
keep this particular young couple apart considering their shared past? It is
obvious Lady Anneliese’s mind is made up . . . as it should be.”

“Yes, well. I suppose her marrying a marquis is not such a terrible thing.”
“Not terrible at all, Your Majesty.” Lisa stepped closer to Nathaniel.

“Very well. You’ve given me little choice but to grant my permission, Marsden, or
create a scandal that shan’t be forgotten in a hurry. But there will be
repercussions. The two of you owe me, is that understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Lisa said in unison with Nathaniel, shooting him a worried
glance. He patted her hand, and she took what comfort she could from the gesture.

After one last harrumph, the King turned to face the murmuring crowd and announced
the betrothal of the Marquis of Marsden to Lady Anneliese Barlow. The better part
of the next hour passed with him introducing Lisa to a seemingly endless row of
distinguished guests. With Nathaniel at her side, she was welcomed to society,
showered with well-wishes for her coming nuptials, and complimented on her beauty.
In the light of her newfound connections, it seemed her unfortunate colouring—the
red hair she’d inherited from her mother—was of less consequence than she had
feared, though many of the young ladies didn’t sound very sincere when offering
their congratulations. Nathaniel appeared not to notice the debutantes’ assessing
looks, but he exchanged glowers with the gentlemen who requested Lisa save them a
place on her dance card. When one bold young viscount went so far as to compliment
her on her “stunning locks,” Nathaniel took a menacing step forward.

“Thank you,” Lisa said while squeezing Nathaniel’s arm. “Lord Marsden appreciates
them also.”

He met her gaze, his expression gentling as she stared up at him with more than a
little possessiveness of her own. When he reached as if to touch her cheek before
dropping his hand, several other gentlemen eyed him darkly.

“They’re upset I’ve taken you off the marriage mart before you were introduced,” he
murmured in an aside.

Lisa wasn’t the least bit interested in other gentlemen, aristocratic, princely, or
otherwise, but she endured the introductions as best she could. When the line
ended, she sighed, but her relief was short-lived, as the King declared the dancing
could begin.

“Trust me,” Nathaniel said, escorting her onto the gleaming dance floor. After
facing one another, they lifted their arms, his left hand clasping her right and
his right coming to rest at her waist. Lisa’s breath hitched. She’d dreamed of
dancing with Nathaniel, drawing endless sketches of the two of them waltzing in an
imaginary ballroom. Now it was actually going to happen. Her heart beat wildly in
her chest as they took their first steps, hers tentative and his confident. She
followed Nathaniel’s lead, and after they’d taken a few turns without mishap, her
fear waned. After a few more turns, a widening smile lit her face.

With all eyes upon them, Nathaniel maintained a respectable distance, but she was
in his arms and allowed to remain there for the length of the waltz. The way their
bodies moved together reminded Lisa of a far more intimate activity, one in which
they had engaged many times, and she did her best to suppress the memories.
Recalling what it was like to surrender herself to Nathaniel’s passionate embrace
was hardly wise considering their current location.

“I told you that you’d be fine,” he said after they’d circled the ballroom.

“It must be because I’m dancing with you.” She returned his smile. “My tutors were
terrifying, but you make it seem easy.”
Laughing, he swung them through a tight turn, pulling her a little closer than was
allowed. Their gazes locked, and the palace ballroom and elegant couples twirling
around them faded from view. It wasn’t the done thing to show one’s heart on one’s
sleeve, but try as she might, Lisa couldn’t seem to help herself. When the dance
was almost over, she whispered, “I love you,” and Nathaniel missed a step. His eyes
darkened, and he looked around almost wildly.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh, regretting her impulsiveness. “I didn’t mean to
speak out of turn. Do you think I was overheard?”

“I don’t give a damn if you were overheard.” He pulled her a fraction closer. “I
just wish we weren’t the centre of attention, so I could whisk you away somewhere
and show you exactly what you mean to me.”

“Oh . . .” Lisa stumbled to a halt as the music came to an end. Maybe Nathaniel had
decided expressing their passion for one another was acceptable after all.

Chapter 11

Rumour

Lisa’s father, though growing stronger by the day, was not yet up to dancing. Since
Nathaniel and Lisa were only supposed to dance together twice during the evening,
he asked for his aunt’s hand for the quadrille that followed the waltz. Penelope
graciously accepted, and they moved to the dance floor to join other couples in
forming a group of four. Without her betrothed’s glowering presence keeping them at
bay, Lisa was soon surrounded by gentlemen. With a glance towards Nathaniel, she
placed her hand on the arm of some earl or viscount or another, and joined in with
the complicated routine, managing to get through the dance with only a few minor
missteps.

The rest of the first half of the evening passed in similar fashion, with Lisa
handed like a package from one eminent gentleman to another. During a succession of
cotillions and country dances, she made conversation, remembering not to talk
politics, religion, or any topic that might stir controversy. It didn’t leave much.

To her secret relief, Nathaniel chose not to partner with any of the beautiful
young ladies vying for his attention, dancing only with his aunt, sister,
stepmother, and a few aging matrons. She was touched by his consideration of her
feelings, though the way he stalked the sidelines, staring at the gentlemen with
whom she was partnered like a predatory cat waiting to pounce, was a little
unsettling. The second waltz of the evening was the last dance before a light
supper was to be served, and Lisa gladly accompanied him onto the dance floor.

“You’re doing splendidly,” Nathaniel said when she confidently matched his steps.

Lisa smiled at his praise, but she couldn’t help noting the tightness around his
eyes.

“I wish I could dance every dance with you,” she admitted, and his expression
lightened.

“Once we are wed, we’ll hold a private ball for our family and closest friends, and
we shall waltz together as many times as we please.”
“I’d like that.” Lisa was enchanted by the idea, but her smile quickly faded. “What
do you think the King meant by ‘repercussions’? Could he withdraw his approval for
our nuptials after the ball?”

Nathaniel shook his head and gave her hand a squeeze. “The scandal would be too
great.”

“Well, that’s something.” She sighed.

The dance ended far too quickly, but this time they were able to stay together as
he escorted her through to one of the adjoining rooms for supper. A steady stream
of visitors sought out their group. Most offered polite greetings and invitations
to a variety of coming events, and a few eyed the newly betrothed couple with
blatant curiosity. But none dared to ask questions of too personal a nature. It was
only when Rebecca asked Lisa to accompany her to the ladies’ withdrawing room that
she became privy to the circulating rumours.

“I heard she travelled halfway across the country without a chaperone, pretending
to be a commoner.”

“I heard she cooked . . . in a kitchen . . . and laboured as a maid.”

“How horrid.”

“How scandalous!”

“If we’re talking scandal, I’d like to know how she tricked Lord Marsden into
proposing. Have you seen the colour of her hair?”

“A girl who would masquerade as a servant would think nothing of compromising

herself to force an alliance.”

With her hand covering her mouth, Lisa turned to leave the anteroom, but Rebecca
indicated they should stay.

“It’s better to know what’s being said, so we can counter it,” she whispered.

“I don’t know about the marquis being forced to do anything.” The gossiping
continued. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? I’d give anything to have a
marquis look at me in such a manner. It makes me all hot and flustered just
thinking about it.”

“Mother says his behaviour is shocking. He practically undressed the girl with his
eyes when they were dancing.”

“A man as handsome as Lord Marsden can shock me any day, or that equally darling
Lord McGivern, but he seems to have his sights set on Worthington’s daughter.”

“Lady Anneliese is presentable enough, I suppose—if you discount her less than
reputable past—and Lady Rebecca is adequately stylish, but neither could be
described as classic beauties.” The speaker’s sniff of disdain was clearly audible.
“Lady Rebecca’s dowry is substantial, but I’ve not heard whether Lady Anneliese has
anything of significance other than a distant relationship to the royal family.
She’s not even a true lady, as her father is a nobody.”

Lisa had heard enough and rounded the corner, her ire well and truly raised. “My
father was a war hero, knighted for bravery and service to the crown.”

“And my brother cares a great deal for Lady Anneliese, as does my father, the Duke
of Worthington, and her cousin, the King, so you might want to keep that in mind,”
Rebecca added, her tone deceptively sweet. “Oh, and Nathaniel isn’t just interested
in Anneliese, he is totally committed to her well-being as his future marchioness.
I can assure you, he won’t take kindly to anyone causing her distress.”

Lisa wasn’t sure if Rebecca’s words were wise, but they certainly had an effect.
She was soon surrounded by gushing young ladies all desperate to make amends and
secure her future friendship. After assuring them she would not hold their unkind
words against them, she was relieved when they all went back to the ballroom,
leaving her and Rebecca alone. All she wanted was to return to the comfort of
Nathaniel’s presence, but when they left the withdrawing room, a footman approached
and passed her a folded missive. The note bid her to head further down the hallway,
away from the ball room, and she feared the King wasn’t finished in his attempts to
sway her to his will.

“It’s all right,” Rebecca whispered. “It’s Nathaniel’s handwriting.”

“Yes, of course,” Lisa murmured, feeling foolish for not having recognised it
herself. Rounding a corner, they were met by Nathaniel and Hugh, who ushered them
into a barely lit parlour.

“Nathaniel, what are you thinking?” The rest of Lisa’s protest was cut off when he
drew her into his arms, pressed his mouth to hers, and stole the breath from her
lungs. She held still, concerned about the appropriateness of the clandestine
meeting and unsure how to meet his variable expectations. She didn’t think he
planned on indulging his passion when it arose while she denied hers, at least she
hoped not. The likelihood of her managing such a feat was slim.

Confirming her fears, her body responded regardless of her misgivings, melting
against him. His lips brushed over hers first one way and then the other. Deepening
the kiss, he brought his tongue into play, inciting a whimper as Lisa gladly opened
her mouth to receive its invasion. While savouring his sweet taste, his soft lips,
the stroke of his tongue against her own, she wound her arms around his neck,
threading her fingers through his hair.

Nathaniel moaned into her mouth, his roaming hands pulling her against him and
leaving her in no doubt as to the intensity of his desire. She pressed back,
arching against him as liquid heat coursed through her veins. Lost in the most
passionate embrace they’d shared since their reunion, Lisa forgot all about their
audience . . . until Hugh cleared his throat. Breaking the kiss, she spun to face
their companions. While Hugh’s expression was rueful, Rebecca’s mouth hung open,
her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Rebecca, I . . . I . . .” Nathaniel ran his fingers through his now-tousled hair.

His mouth opened and closed several times, but before he could form a coherent
sentence, his sister turned to Hugh.

“Pray, kind sir, would you mind telling me why you’ve never kissed me in such an
extraordinary manner?”

“Because he knows what I’d do to him if he did.” Having found his voice, Nathaniel
practically growled the words.

Lisa raised a brow. “So it’s acceptable for me to be kissed like that but not your
sister?”

“No, of course not. I mean, well, yes . . .” He reached for her, but she stepped
back and crossed her arms. “It’s different for us, not because I view you with any
less respect, but because we’re engaged to be married. I assumed you wouldn’t be
offended by such a kiss. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

She rolled her eyes. “We both know I enjoyed it.”

“That’s all very well,” Rebecca interjected. “But how am I to know whether I should
accept Lord McGivern’s proposal if I don’t know if I’m going to enjoy his kisses?
The chaste little pecks he gives me when no one is looking are pleasant enough but
no comparison to the exchange I just witnessed.”

Hugh spluttered, his panicked gaze shooting to Nathaniel’s face.

“I’ve already informed you, Hugh, that I want to be completely convinced you will
honour your promise of fidelity before I agree to become your wife.” Rebecca faced
her beau, hands on her hips. “Now I expect a real kiss. But not when my brother is
present, if you don’t mind.” Turning her back on the towering Scotsman, she reached
for Lisa’s hand and pulled her towards the door.

“We’d better head back before we’re missed,” she said, while giving her brother a
withering look. “Honestly, Nathaniel, what were you thinking organising a secret
rendezvous at a palace ball when your betrothed is the guest of honour?”

“I just wanted a few moments alone with Lisa.”

Nathaniel’s plaintive tone dissolved the starch that had stiffened Lisa’s spine,
and she tugged free from Rebecca’s hold.

“I didn’t mean any disrespect,” he said when she returned to his side. “It’s just,
Rebecca is my sister and—”

“I understand.” She silenced him with a finger to his lip, deciding it was past
time they came to a clearer understanding of the parameters of their relationship.
“But Rebecca is right, and we should get back. There are enough rumours circulating
without any more fuel being added to the fire.”

“Rumours?” Nathaniel and Hugh demanded in unison.

“Don’t worry. We’ve dealt with it.” Rebecca linked her arm with Lisa’s. “But if we
don’t make an appearance soon, all our good work will be for naught. You two, give
us a few moments, then head over and play a hand of something in one of the gaming
rooms before returning to the ballroom to allay suspicion.”

Lisa smiled at Rebecca’s commanding tone and the bemused expression on Lord
McGivern’s face.

“Marry my sister at your peril, my friend,” she heard Nathaniel murmur as they
departed. “For you can expect to be thoroughly managed.”

“I heard that, Nathaniel.” Rebecca closed the door to the sound of her brother’s
laughter.

“Are you well, Anneliese?” Penelope asked after the two girls returned to the
ballroom. “Your colour is a little heightened.”

“It’s nothing. Just the crush.”

“Here.” Rebecca passed Lisa a glass of punch. “This should help.”

Gratefully sipping the ice-cooled drink, Lisa fanned her face with her free hand
while recalling Nathaniel’s kiss. It was obvious he wanted her as much as he ever
had. She just needed to convince him his scruples were not only misplaced but their
confusing application was causing them both unnecessary distress.

“You’re doing remarkably well,” her father said after coming close enough to speak
privately.

“Thank you, Papa.” She smiled.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Surprisingly so.” Lisa didn’t bother to hide the relief in her tone. “I can’t deny
I was pleased when Nathaniel stepped forward, and the King was forced to announce
our betrothal. It has lessened the strain on my nerves considerably, though I fear
I’m not in very good favour with my cousin. Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?”

“You, my dear girl, will be forgiven just about anything.” The King’s declaration
was made from right behind her. “If you agree to my concessions regarding your
future nuptials.”

Lisa grimaced. Rather than stay sequestered in an elevated location like a typical
monarch, William had spent the evening mingling with his guests, and she should
have paid better attention. “Concessions?” she asked.

To her relief, Nathaniel arrived and linked his arm with hers. “I had hoped Lady
Anneliese and I might be wed with minimal delay.”

“Your impatience comes as little surprise, Lord Marsden.” The King’s tone was wry.
“Have no fear. The repercussions I mentioned do not take the form of any great
delay, though you will need some time to prepare for the event I have in mind.”

“Event, Your Majesty?” Lisa gulped.

“Since the two of you have deprived me of the opportunity to strengthen foreign
ties, I believe it is fitting your nuptials should benefit affairs closer to home.”

Nathaniel and Lisa shared a look of confusion while Lisa’s father questioned the
King’s meaning. “Weddings are typically family affairs, Your Majesty. Do you have
something else in mind?”

“I certainly do.” The King smiled smugly. “Your daughter’s debut has been a
triumph, Sir George. I’ve heard nothing but commendation from my guests, and my
advisors tell me the entire country is abuzz over her having outfoxed Copeland in
such dramatic fashion. When the announcement is made she is to wed her noble
protector, not to mention the revelation of her illustrious connections, I believe
her star will continue to rise. The Empire has been sorely lacking a young heroine
since the tragic death of my niece, Princess Charlotte. With Anneliese insistent on
marrying her English lord, I think it is only fitting the English people get to
witness the glorious event.”

“With the popularity of the English Crown boosted in the process,” Thomas added
wryly, having come closer to listen in on the conversation, Margaret at his side.
If there was one thing that could be relied upon, it was their recently crowned
monarch doing everything in his power to increase his standing with the common man.

Lisa frowned. “But I don’t understand. How can the people witness our wedding?”

“I believe the King wants us to marry somewhere public and in a manner not seen for
some time,” Nathaniel said, his expression grim.

“Exactly.” The King beamed. “I’m thinking Westminster Abbey. It hasn’t seen a royal
wedding in an age, which I think is a shame. There will be ample room for Lisa’s
newly extended family, visiting royals and dignitaries, elite members of the ton—
who I can guarantee will be falling over themselves to attend. I think we might
even invite some of the common folk, carefully selected members, of course. They’re
getting rather heated about this ridiculous law reform business . . . who ever
heard of every Tom, Dick, and Harry being granted a vote? It’s for landowners to
decide the governance of the nation.” The King shook his head before continuing.
“Crowds will line the streets to watch the bridal procession on their journey from
the Abbey to the Palace for the grand reception.”

“But . . . but . . .”

Lisa felt faint, having assumed Nathaniel’s and her nuptials would be a quiet,
family-only affair. Other than Princess Charlotte’s, whose marriage was at least
somewhat private, England had not seen a grand royal or even society wedding since
the previous century. The French Terror had put an end to more than just flamboyant
fashions and profligate spending. With the ton living in fear of revolution and the
aristocracy of both the loss of their positions and heads, extravagance had not
only been discouraged but considered downright dangerous. A more sombre, tasteful
season had followed, one where simplicity and a disdain for showiness had
prevailed. This state of affairs had prevailed throughout the many years of the war
with Napoleon. But that was all in the past now. With a new decade, and a new
sovereign, times and fashions were changing.

“Come now, Lady Anneliese,” the King said, waving a finger. “You stated a desire to
be of service. I’m giving you the opportunity to be part of a public spectacle that
will do wonders to bolster the standing of the monarchy. A small price to pay for
being able to marry the gentleman of your choosing, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty.”

“I’m not even expecting you to wait overly long, as I’d like to take advantage of
your current popularity,” he continued. “Say six weeks from now, before the hordes
depart the capital for the summer?”

“Will that allow enough time to prepare?” Margaret asked.

“More than enough,” Nathaniel insisted. “We can be wed right after the final
sitting of Parliament.”

“Very well, Marsden. Six weeks it is.”

Rebecca sputtered, but Lisa breathed a sigh. She could only imagine the amount of
work required for such a spectacle, but dragging it out wouldn’t make it any
easier. As for time alone with Nathaniel, it would be at an even greater premium.

Chapter 12

Opportunity

The journey to Penelope’s town house was made in relative quiet after the noise and
excitement of the ball. Feeling a tad overwhelmed, Lisa battled not to succumb to
melancholy, her father picking up on her mood. As the carriage came to a halt, he
caught her eye.

“Rather than keep the horses standing whilst I escort Penelope inside, I thought
I’d instruct the driver to take you once around the park and then return for me.”

“Papa?” Lisa queried in time with Nathaniel’s startled, “Sir?”

“After the events of this evening, I thought the two of you might appreciate a
little time alone, though I am trusting you to be good.” He eyed Nathaniel
severely. “Well, reasonably good,” he added before closing the door to the dimly
lit carriage.

“This wasn’t my idea,” Lisa said hurriedly.

“I didn’t think it was, but I’m glad of the opportunity.”

“You are?”

“Yes.” Nathaniel edged closer. “I’ve been wanting to get you alone, but I wasn’t
sure how to manage it.”

Lisa’s heart began to pound. “How long will it take us to drive around the park?”

“About fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer if Ben drives slowly. Time enough.”

For what?

Before she could ask, the carriage lurched forward, and Nathaniel used the momentum
to lift her onto his lap.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, making sure the rear window was covered so the
groom couldn’t see them.

“Congratulating my betrothed for her triumphant debut and apologising for my

boorish behaviour.”

“If you’re referring to the comments you made during our rendezvous at the ball,
you’ve already said sorry.”

“I meant before that,” Nathaniel said, and Lisa’s heart fell.

“Oh, Nathaniel. No more apologies, please. I know you regret your treatment of me
when you thought I was a commoner, and for horribly offending me with your actions
—”

“But you weren’t offended—well, not by everything I did.”

Lisa stilled. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I assumed you must have felt pressured to comply with my demands and only
pretended to enjoy my attentions—”

“Because a true lady would never willingly engage in or appreciate such

activities.” She tried to climb off his lap, but Nathaniel held her in place. “I
told you I didn’t think I had what it takes to be your marchioness.” She
reluctantly met his gaze. “I’m trying to be what you want—”

“But I’m an idiot who keeps sending you mixed messages.”

Lisa blinked. “Well . . . yes.”

“You’re the same girl I fell in love with at Worthington, and I’m sorry if I’ve
given you the impression I want you to change.”

“You are?”

“Very.” Nathaniel ran his fingers gently along the exposed curve of her shoulder.
“I realise you must have been offended by at least some of the things we did, so I
promise I won’t ask anything of you that is overly forward.”

Lisa opened her mouth to argue and then snapped it shut, wary of pushing her luck.
After a moment, she ventured a query.

“You won’t think badly of me if I act in a somewhat uninhibited manner once we’re
wed?”

“I’ll be grateful beyond measure.”

Lisa breathed a sigh, and Nathaniel’s gaze dropped to her lips. But when he tried
to close the distance between them, she placed her hand on his chest.

“What brought about your change of heart?” she asked.

“Mostly it was being eaten alive with jealousy watching you dance with other men.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “The only way I could endure it was by reminding
myself you are to be my wife and will share my bed. Feeling you in my arms as we
danced, I kept recalling the way you looked when we made love. It was then I knew
I’d been a fool. Your responses could not all have been feigned.”

Lisa wondered what he would think if he knew none of them had been.

“You said ‘mostly’?”

“Hugh played a part in helping me come to my senses. I told him I was worried you
were unhappy, that I could feel you withdrawing from me, and I didn’t know why.”

“What did he say?”

“That if I had half a brain, I would beg you not to change in your demeanour
towards me as he’d never seen me happier than during those weeks we spent together
at Worthington.”

“I made you happy?” Lisa knew as much, but it was nice to hear the words.

“Very happy. I’m just sorry if I’ve been making you miserable. Will you allow me to
make amends?”

“Certainly.” For the second time that night, she melted into his embrace, as his
lips burning a path from just below her ear to her fashionably exposed décolletage.
Lisa had thought the style scandalous when she’d first been fitted for the gown,
but she would have all her dresses fashioned in this manner if Nathaniel would take
advantage of them in such a way.

“What do you think Papa meant by ‘reasonably good’?” she asked, her breath coming
in shallow pants.

“I have a keen idea.” Nathaniel’s lips teased her bared flesh before he raised his
head and whispered against her mouth, “But not much time to make up for my previous
neglect.”

The horses’ hooves made a clip-clopping noise as they pulled the carriage at a
steady trot around the park, and Lisa considered asking Ben if he would slow to a
walk. As Nathaniel’s kisses became increasingly heated, she readjusted her
position. Between her tight stays and the voluminous layers of fine linen
petticoats beneath her beautiful gown, it wasn’t particularly comfortable sitting
perched on his lap. Nor would it be an easy matter for him to gain access to what
lay beneath. Smiling against his mouth, Lisa was confident he would find a way.

Fulfilling her prediction, Nathaniel’s lips drifted from their worship of her mouth
to nibble a path along her jaw. At the same time, his fingers captured her ankle
beneath the hem of her gown. Circling her ankle with his thumb and forefinger, his
hand then smoothed along her leg, pushing the layers of fabric out of the way. When
he reached the lace-trimmed edge of her silk stocking, his fingers stroked the bare
skin above. Passion and pleasure mingled, pulsing through her in a shuddering wave.

“I want to make love to you so badly.” Nathaniel groaned, the sound rumbling close
to her ear. Sitting back, he met her gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “A part of me
thinks I’m an utter fool for not taking you up on your offer to sneak out of your
room, but I made your father a promise I intend keeping, and I didn’t want you to
think I don’t respect you. It’s bad enough I took advantage of your innocence the
way I did.”

“That’s in the past.” Lisa smoothed away the furrows on his brow. “All’s well that
ends, or is soon to end, incredibly well.”

Nathaniel took hold of her hand, turning his head to press his lips to her palm.

“Not an end, a beginning,” he whispered before his mouth found hers in a kiss that
was both passionate, loving, and yet somehow reverent.

Coming to a sudden decision, Lisa pulled away and took a deep breath, an action
that drew Nathaniel’s gaze back to her cleavage. Her resolve almost faltered as the
hunger in his eyes sparked a deep longing in her own heart. But then she realised
it was, indeed, her heart that ached for communion with Nathaniel even more
intensely than her body desired fulfilment. After lifting his chin with her
forefinger until his rueful gaze met hers, she made an unexpected request. “Would
you mind too terribly if we waited?”

“To make love?” His brows rose, and she nodded. “I wasn’t intending to go that far.
There really isn’t time, and I don’t imagine that’s what your father had in mind
when he granted us this opportunity to be alone. I was just hoping to make up for
my contradictory behaviour by bringing you comfort.”

“Comfort?” Lisa almost changed her mind.

“Yes, but I agree we should wait to make love until after we’re married. It’s the
right thing to do and will be a fresh start for us both.”

“That’s what I thought also.” She tried to sound confident in her decision but
couldn’t help a moment’s regret. Some comfort would have been appreciated.

“Having said that.” Nathaniel tilted his head. “It doesn’t seem fair—or
particularly honourable—of me to stir your passions and then leave you unfulfilled.
Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to finish what I started?”

Lisa’s breath hitched, but a quick glance out the window showed they were more than
halfway around the park. “I fear we’ve run out of time, and I doubt we’ll be given
another opportunity before the wedding.” She tried to hide her disappointment. As
far as compromises went, Nathaniel’s generous offer was one she could have lived
with quite easily. “Not to worry. Six weeks isn’t a terribly long time to wait.”

Nathaniel didn’t respond straight away, but his cheekbones took on a reddish tint.

“What is it?”

“I could explain to you how to find your own release,” he whispered.

Lisa’s face heated. “That won’t be necessary,” she murmured, unable to meet his
gaze.

“Because you’d rather wait?”

“Well, yes, but also because I already . . . er . . . fathomed the, er . . .

mechanics of it for myself.”

Nathaniel’s head jerked back, and Lisa regretted mentioning the discovery she’d
made following another particularly vivid dream.

“I only tried it the once,” she rushed to add. “It was pleasant enough but nowhere
near as wonderful as when you, I mean when we, I mean . . . oh, Nathaniel. Do you
think too badly of me?”

“Of course not.” He carefully schooled his features, but she could tell he was
upset. “So you’re saying you have no need of my assistance now that you can take
care of the problem by yourself?”

“No!” She clutched at the lapels of his evening jacket. “I’m merely saying I
understand the process, but to be perfectly honest, it left me feeling a little,
well . . . lonely. I’d rather wait until we can be together as man and wife.”

“So we wait.” Nathaniel brushed a kiss across her forehead, his relief palpable.

“Until our wedding night.”

“Which is only six weeks away.”

“Only six weeks.” She suppressed a smile at his grim determination. “Besides,” she
added, looking coyly up at him through her eyelashes, “there is something to be
said for letting the anticipation build.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “Indeed there is. As well as making it considerably easier to

meet your father’s eye when he rejoins us.”

Groaning, Lisa covered her face with her hands, not having given that eventuality
its due thought.

“But he’ll think we’ve been doing more than we have.”

“Don’t worry.” Nathaniel pulled her close. “Your father only wants your happiness.
I’m sure he doesn’t begrudge us a few passionate kisses.”

“Of course . . . kisses.”

The tension drained from Lisa’s body, and she settled as comfortably as she could
into Nathaniel’s embrace. “I suppose you’re right.” She yawned, the excitement of
the long day, and her relief at having matters more settled between them, taking
their toll. Things would be well once they were wed. They’d find their footing, put
off the shackles of society’s expectations, and return to being just Nathaniel and
Lisa . . . friends . . . lovers. Although hopefully without the guilt and
confusion.

“Why don’t you rest?” he suggested, drawing her head to nestle against his
shoulder. She thought it unlikely, but the next thing she knew, the rhythmic sounds
of horseshoes striking cobblestones had been replaced by silence.

“Sweetheart, it’s time to awaken.”

Opening her eyes, Lisa found Nathaniel’s handsome face mere inches from her own.

“We’re home.” He smiled softly. “I’d happily carry you inside, but I fear we would
scandalise my father’s staff.”

“We can’t have that,” she murmured.

“You did very well tonight, Anneliese,” her father said when they exited the
carriage, Lisa leaning on Nathaniel’s arm. “Your mother would have been proud to
see you triumph in front of the highest echelon of society. Not that she paid them
much mind.”

“I wish she could have met Nathaniel.” Lisa smiled wistfully at the thought.

“I’m sure I would have admired her greatly,” he said as they came to a halt at the
foot of the curving stairway.

“Well, son.” Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose at her father’s unexpected use of the term.
“I can guarantee she would have loved you.”

“Sir?”

“You adore her little girl as much as she did.” He gave Nathaniel a fatherly pat
before turning towards the stairs. “She would have approved of you, as do I, though
if I catch my daughter asleep in your lap again before the wedding, I doubt I’ll be
so obliging.”

“Papa!” Lisa ducked her head.

“Good night, Nathaniel.” Her father chuckled as he made his slow but steady way up
the stairs. “I’ll expect Anneliese at the top of the landing in five minutes.”

“Thank you, sir, and good night.” Nathaniel called after him before guiding Lisa
into the shadows.

“Nathaniel, the footmen might see.” Her rebuke was made halfheartedly, as she
moulded the curves of her body to his muscular planes.

“They’re all looking the other way. Or they should be.”

“Whatever you say,” she murmured, as his mouth urgently sought hers.

“Dream of me tonight?” he asked after they reluctantly drew apart. Lisa’s cheeks
warmed, and Nathaniel quizzed his brow. “That’s right. You’re yet to tell me the
contents of your shocking dream.”

“I’m not sure I should.”

“What has you so afraid? Have I not reassured you sufficiently?”

Lisa huffed out a breath. “In my dream, you said the reason I enjoyed what we did,
or rather, what you did to me, is because I am wanton. It was obvious you believed
me wicked.”

Nathaniel shook his head. “Lisa, you don’t have a wicked bone in your body. You’re
one of the most compassionate and caring individuals I know.” He bent down so she
couldn’t avoid his gaze. “And as for wanton, you’re a passionate woman, which is
wonderful in my book.”

“You say that now.” She frowned. “But if I tell you about my dream, I fear your
good opinion of me will be lost.”

Nathaniel’s brows disappeared behind his fringe. “It’s that scandalous?”

Lisa nodded warily.

“More so than the things I made you do at Worthington?”

She bit her lip.

“Tell me . . .” He drew her tightly against him before releasing her at the sound
of her father clearing his throat above them. “. . . later. Or your father might
see to it I’m incapable of reenacting your dream. Is that something that might
interest you, after we’re wed, of course?”

Picturing herself dressed in a maid’s uniform and bent over Nathaniel’s desk,
Lisa’s internal response was a resounding “Yes.” But she kept her answer
noncommittal.

“We’ll see.”

Nathaniel groaned and swayed on his feet. “How many weeks until the wedding?”

“Only six.” Lisa smiled, though a month and a half had never seemed quite so long.

Chapter 13

Promise

“Edgeley’s made a move.” Hugh drew Nathaniel aside at the Earl of Bradogan’s ball a
few days after Nathaniel and Lisa’s betrothal has been announced in all the papers.

“In what way?”

“He paid a street urchin to give me this when I rode up. It’s addressed to you.”

Nathaniel broke the seal on the letter and opened it.

Unless you want the world to know the truth about your lovely Miss Brown, you shall
pay me one hundred pounds. I owe a debt at Wetherby’s and look forward to it being
cleared.

“Damnation.” Nathaniel passed the note to Hugh.

“The amount isn’t onerous, but I’m betting it’s by way of an instalment. What are
you going to do?”

“Since I can’t call him out, and cold-blooded murder isn’t an option, I imagine I
shall pay.” Nathaniel’s hands formed fists as he struggled to keep his fury from
erupting.

“For how long?”

“Until I can find something to silence him with, preferably for good.” Nathaniel’s
gaze sought Lisa’s in the crowd. As the “must have” invitee on everyone’s guest
lists, she’d received a mountain of invitations after the King’s ball. With
Copeland still at large, the rakes of the ton waiting to take advantage of her
given the slightest opportunity, and now this new threat, Nathaniel had no
intention of letting her out of his sight. At least now that they were betrothed he
was able to protect her in a more socially acceptable manner than the method he had
chosen at Worthington.

“What do you mean Rebecca and I can’t visit a charity home?” Lisa asked when
Nathaniel made his announcement a week after their betrothal. She’d been sure he
understood how important this was to her. “Are you forbidding us?”

“I don’t have to forbid you.” He crossed his arms. “Young ladies aren’t permitted
entrance into female penitentiaries, which is a good thing. I had one of my men
investigate and, I can assure you, they are not suitable places for you or Rebecca
to visit.”

At the lack of apology in Nathaniel’s tone, Lisa’s hurt turned to annoyance. “We’re
probably not even supposed to know they exist.”

“Why ever not?” Rebecca kept her voice low. The two young couples were sitting a
little apart from their elders, the rainy afternoon keeping them all housebound.

“Shall you tell your sister, or shall I?” Lisa turned to Rebecca before Nathaniel
had a chance to respond. “The powers that be don’t want young ladies to discover
what the gentlemen of the ton get up to while we are kept in far from blissful
ignorance. They’re afraid it might tarnish our opinions of the men we are supposed
to idolise and obey without question. Am I right, Nathaniel?”

“Something like that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Surely some ladies must know of and support these institutions?” Lisa was far from
ready to concede defeat. “Or are we fragile females only allowed to patron socially
acceptable charities while poor, defenceless girls are being snatched from the
street?”

“Well, there’s the thing.” Nathaniel shot Hugh an uncomfortable glance. “Not all
the women who reside in these places are of the defenceless variety.”
“What do you mean?” Rebecca frowned. “If they have sought refuge they must be
desperate to return to a life of respectability.”

“One would think so.” Nathaniel puffed out his cheeks, eyeing Lisa warily. “But
some of the women have very poor morals and are coarse in their manner, prone to
drink, swearing, and fits of temper.”

“In other words, they behave exactly like the men who have exploited and abused
them. How unforgivable for members of the fairer sex to demean themselves in such a
manner. No wonder impressionable young ladies such as ourselves must be protected
from exposure. It could incite all manner of rebellion.”

“Anneliese.” Sir George’s scolding tone brought Lisa up short, as she’d heard it so
seldom.

“I’m sorry, Papa.” Her contrition grew when she saw Nathaniel’s grim expression.
Things had been so much better between them, and she feared a return to the brow-
beating that had influenced his treatment of her before their betrothal. “I wasn’t
implying anything of our present company. It’s just frustrating to be thwarted at
every turn,” she said with a sigh.

Lisa’s quiet upbringing had done little to prepare her for the frenzy of a London
Season, particularly one where she was the unexpected main attraction. The endless
round of social engagements with their formal introductions, rigid protocols, and
typically banal conversational topics was wearing on her nerves. The majority of
lords and ladies who sought her company weren’t interested in her as a person but
in securing a prestigious connection—via her supposedly naïve and pliable self—with
king, duke, and marquis. Others were fascinated by the idea of one of their class
having masqueraded as a servant. Lisa was forced to become adept at divulging just
enough information to satisfy their curiosity, while diverting any inappropriate or
prurient questioning about her time on the run from Lord Copeland. Fortunately, not
all members of the supposedly superior class were as shallow in their motivation,
and she looked forward to strengthening ties with a few intelligent and considerate
ladies with whom she had discussed her charitable interests.

Her current concern was whether or not she would ever be able to act on those
interests.

“If ladies aren’t supposed to know about these places, who runs them?” Rebecca
asked.

“The church,” Nathaniel said, his earlier smugness no longer in evidence.

“That’s right,” Margaret said, joining the conversation. “The ladies who supervise
the care and rehabilitation of the penitents have chosen a life of religious
service over marriage, so it doesn’t matter if they come to despise the entire male
gender in the process.” The gentlemen’s eyebrows rose at the duchess’s wry tone,
but none dared rebuke her. “There are some institutions where matrons of the ton
are welcomed, but I agree with Nathaniel. They are not suitable for young ladies to
attend.”

“How grim are they?” Rebecca’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Very,” Nathaniel said. “Enough for me to be grateful neither of you would be

permitted entrance.”

Lisa opened her mouth to argue, but both her father and the duke nodded their
agreement, and she closed it with a sigh.
“I believe what my stepmother is referring to,” Nathaniel continued, “is the
practice some of the institutions employ of opening up their religious services to
members of the ton, married ladies included, in exchange for a donation.”

“That doesn’t sound too terrible. Are you positive we couldn’t gain permission to
visit?” Lisa’s hopes rose.

“Positive.” Nathaniel’s lips flattened into a harsh line.

“Nor would you want to.” Margaret shuddered. “I attended one of these services when
Lord Haversham was alive, without his knowledge, of course, in search of a safe
refuge for the girls he mistreated. The audience was kept separated from the
‘fallen women,’ viewing them through screens, while the sermon focused heavily on
the sinful nature of the girls. It made no mention of the men who took advantage of
them or paid for their services, describing the women as ‘libidinous temptresses.’
Nor did it acknowledge many of them would have been young and unwilling girls when
they were forced to their trade.”

“But that’s dreadful,” Rebecca said.

Margaret nodded. “It’s testament to how desperate the young women are that most are
grateful for the opportunity to escape their previous circumstance, but the method
of delivery did not sit well with me.”

“Nor me,” Lisa whispered, horrified by the tale.

“Now can you understand why I don’t want you visiting such a place?” Nathaniel
reached to clasp her hand.

“Yes, but I want to do more than giving alms, not that I have any desire to support
such a reprehensible system.”

With Nathaniel insisting he would provide her all the jewellery she could ever
require as his marchioness, Lisa had gone through her mother’s cache. After
selecting a few pieces as keepsakes, her father had arranged for the rest of the
jewels to be sold, placing a formidable fortune at Lisa’s disposal, one she was
determined to put to good purpose.

“But what are we going to do if we can’t even visit a charitable home?” Rebecca
inched closer to Hugh’s side. “Father, you were most insistent Lord McGivern must
prove his sincerity in this manner.”

“That was before I discovered what these places are like.”

“I’ll gladly do whatever you require of me, Your Grace.” Hugh addressed Rebecca’s
father who waved a hand dismissively.

“Your willingness is enough . . . for now.”

Hugh and Rebecca exchanged smiles at her father giving his tacit approval. While
Lisa was happy for them, she couldn’t hide her despondency.

“Could we start our own charity?” she asked. “Something run differently to the
public institutions, more like a home or school?”

“It would be a mammoth undertaking.” Her father frowned.

“And not without risk.” Nathaniel squeezed Lisa’s hand, and she returned the
pressure. “Part of the reason the penitentiaries resemble both convent and prison
is to keep the women safe. Their previous employers don’t take kindly to the loss
of income.”

“Oh,” Lisa murmured, her shoulders sagging along with her hopes.

With the Queen’s warnings about the dangers of being associated with practices that
could be deemed revolutionary, and these newly discovered obstacles, it was
difficult to see how she would ever fulfil her promise to help girls less fortunate
than herself.

Chapter 14

Enlightening

Nathaniel made his way through the crowd at Wetherby’s, keeping an eye out for
Edgeley. He would have been surprised to spot him, as the man had a knack for
survival. After he’d cleared the blackmailer’s debt, unsurprised to learn there
were a lot more like it he expected to be made accountable for, Nathaniel met up
with Hugh in an anteroom.

“Any news?”

“None that we can use.” Hugh downed his drink before slamming his glass down on a
side table.

“What is it? What have you discovered?”

“That Edgeley’s name is linked to a group with some very unpleasant tastes.”

“And?” Nathaniel shrugged. It was hardly unexpected as the man’s capacity for
debauchery had never been in doubt.

“We’re talking girls.” Hugh’s mouth twisted with distaste. “Young girls.”

Nathaniel sat forward in his seat. “Young enough to be illegal?”

Hugh nodded. “Though how one ascertains proof or acquires a conviction is beyond
me. These things are generally swept under the carpet, the gentlemanly offender
advised to be more discreet in future.”

“Bloody hell.” Nathaniel swept a hand through his hair.

“What about you?” Hugh asked. “Have you made any progress on Lady Anneliese’s
behalf?”

After securing her assurance she wouldn’t attempt to pursue the matter alone,
Nathaniel had agreed to look into alternatives to visiting one of the Homes for
Penitent Prostitutes.

“I won’t drop this, Nathaniel. I can’t,” she’d told him when they’d managed to find
a few minutes to converse in private. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll support the
existing charities, but I consider that a very poor compromise.”

Nathaniel hadn’t disagreed, but now he was in a quandary.

“I think I’ve found a place more in keeping with Lisa’s intentions.”

“That’s good?” Hugh made a question of his statement.

“It’s dangerous. The charity is small, just the one residence. They maintain
absolute discretion . . . for very good reason. The brothel owners don’t take
kindly to the interference.”

“Who runs it?”

Nathaniel shook his head, still a little disbelieving. “A group of very brave, very
tenacious tonnish ladies, mostly widowed, and a couple of supportive husbands. None
are highly placed, though they were considering approaching Margaret now that she
is free of Haversham. I’ve arranged a meeting with the home’s director.”

“Have you told Anneliese?”

“I will.” Nathaniel released a gusty sigh. He’d considered waiting until he had
learned more and determined the risks, but he was worried she wouldn’t forgive him
if he left her in the dark. She could be accommodating—to her detriment where he
was concerned—but she also possessed a steely resolve. He’d never forget the shock
he’d experienced when she’d informed him she wouldn’t continue as his mistress once
he was wed, not to mention her refusal of his initial proposal. He’d been prepared
for her reaction when he told her she couldn’t visit a penitentiary, but he was in
no hurry to trigger her ire if it wasn’t necessary.

“Are you going to tell her about Edgeley?” Hugh asked.

“Absolutely not.” Nathaniel didn’t want to worry her, and besides, it was a
different matter entirely.

“I can’t thank you enough, Nathaniel,” Lisa said when he told her about the charity
home, explaining she was welcome to visit—with the necessary chaperones, of course.
Her smile made up for the unease he felt over supporting her in this matter.
Margaret was equally pleased to hear of his discovery, though she expressed regret
at not having learned of the discreetly run charity’s existence earlier.

“I refused to send girls to the penitentiaries,” she said, referring to the maids
who’d been abused by her late but unlamented husband. “If it wasn’t for your father
taking them in, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“Ruth wasn’t the only girl you rescued?” Lisa asked.

“There were several over the years.” Margaret’s expression took on a faraway look.
“I did what I could for them, but the risks were high. Haversham beat me more than
once for interfering.”

“How awful,” Lisa whispered.

“Awful, indeed,” Nathaniel agreed, even though it was the way of their world. A
husband was well within his rights to chastise his wife for wrongdoing, but he’d no
intention of ever raising his hand to Lisa in anger, or for any reason.

“Especially since he was the one in the wrong, not you,” Lisa added.

Margaret spread her hands. “I was unable to give my husband an heir, so I bore all
the blame. To be honest, I was grateful he let me live. If I’d had a convenient
fall down a flight of stairs, I doubt anyone would have been surprised.”

“Or held him to account,” Lisa muttered.

“Didn’t he die in a riding accident?” Nathaniel sat forward. “Something about a

strap breaking when he was out hunting?”

“Yes. The strap was cut almost all the way through,” Margaret said. “Fortunately, I
was away visiting my sister at the time or suspicion would have fallen on me. The
list of likely suspects was too long to investigate, or so the magistrate said. The
estate passed to my husband’s brother, a more decent man, thank God. He would have
let me continue living with him and my sister-in-law indefinitely, but as soon as
the period of mourning had passed, Thomas proposed.”

Margaret’s smile transformed her already lovely features, and Nathaniel found
himself wondering if his father and new stepmother had engaged in an affair while
she was still married. He would be the last to judge them if they had, but he
couldn’t fathom how his father had stood by and let the woman he loved be treated
in such a manner.

Then again, maybe he hadn’t. Whomever had cut the strap on Haversham’s horse had
done society—and Margaret—a favour.

“Are you sure it is wise to have gentlemen visit the home?” Lisa asked at their
meeting with the director of the charity home.

Her query earned a scowl from Nathaniel. While he appreciated her concern, he
refused to make further concessions. “I’ll stay in the background if necessary, but
you are not to attend alone.”

“And rightly so, but it won’t be a problem.” Miss Wright, a retired governess with
a stern but capable demeanour, smiled her assurance. “While we are extremely
grateful for the offer of financial support, we need the backing of gentlemen in
positions of power if we are going to see laws passed to protect the rights of
young girls.”

“But I wouldn’t want them to feel exploited in any way.”

“You mustn’t worry, Lady Anneliese,” Miss Wright said. “We make sure the more
vulnerable girls feel safe, of course, but our young women must one day return to a
world ruled by men. It is an important aspect of their recovery to learn not all
members of the male gender are abusive, in particular not all gentlemen.”

She glanced apologetically at Nathaniel, who nodded grimly, refusing to be

discouraged from his purpose.

The day of their visit was overcast, matching the mood of the group that assembled
in the foyer of Stanton House. Margaret was accompanying the two young couples who
awaited the carriage to take them to a far less salubrious part of the city than
they normally frequented. They had dressed soberly in deference to their
destination, though Rebecca’s choice of violet floral day gown, purple velvet
pelisse, and lace-trimmed bonnet wasn’t exactly what Lisa’d had in mind when she
had made the suggestion.

“I’m wearing my smallest cameo brooch,” Rebecca said in defence of her choice upon
seeing Lisa’s questioning look.

Lisa’s own dress, the sombre navy gown she had worn while on the run from Lord
Copeland—only including it when she’d hurriedly packed for London for sentimental
reasons—raised eyebrows of its own . . . Nathaniel’s.

He stepped close to her side. “Is that the same gown you wore to the markets in
Worthey?”

She gave a wary nod. “I realise it’s hardly appropriate attire for a future
marchioness, but I thought I might appear less intimidating to the girls if I was
dressed plainly. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind?” His eyes darkened. “I was going to ask if you could wear that dress for me
again after we’re married. You’re not the only one to have had some interesting
dreams.”

“You’ve dreamed of me?”

“Repeatedly,” Nathaniel whispered. “One, in particular, features you wearing that

exact gown.”

“A pleasant dream?”

“Very.”

Her cheeks flaming at the images his words—and her imagination—inspired, Lisa
fanned her face. Only twenty-two days until the wedding, she reminded herself.

Chuckling, Nathaniel assisted her to don her plainest coat, his expression sobering
when Margaret commented on the wisdom of Lisa’s suggestion regarding their attire.

“I imagine some of the girls will find our presence daunting,” she said, having had
heartbreaking experience with the issue in the past.

The nondescript building that housed the charity home was set back from the road
and surrounded by a high brick wall. No signs advertised its purpose, in keeping
with the secrecy that must be maintained to ensure the occupants’ safety. Once past
the gates, they discovered well-tended flower beds and fruit trees, with vegetable
and herb gardens visible to the side and rear. A few young women paused in their
labours and stood watching as Margaret and the two young couples disembarked from
the carriage. Lisa offered a tentative wave, holding tightly to Nathaniel’s arm as
they approached the front door.

After Miss Wright ushered them through to a plainly furnished drawing room,
introductions were made to the members of the charity’s board, all keen to meet
their visitors. The matron of the home, a rotund lady by the name of Mrs Morley,
curtsied repeatedly.

“We’re very grateful to be allowed this opportunity and only want to be of

service,” Lisa said, hoping to put her at ease.

“That’s good, my lady,” the matron said. “Very good, indeed.”

While morning tea was served by a wide-eyed maid whose gaze kept darting between
Nathaniel and Hugh, Miss Wright catalogued the services provided by the home.

“Why don’t we let them speak for themselves?” she suggested when Rebecca and Lisa
began asking questions about the girls who made their home in the well-kept but
sparsely furnished residence. After a brief tour, they were shown a large, sunlit
classroom filled with young women engaged in learning skills that would increase
their chances of gaining respectable employment.

Miss Wright introduced their group to the class, who stood and made their curtsies,
then she indicated Rebecca, Margaret, and Lisa could mingle amongst them. Nathaniel
and Hugh stayed in the hallway, but they still caused something of a stir. While
most of the girls seemed apprehensive at their presence, some, who were quietly
spoken to by the matron, sent openly flirtatious glances the men’s way.

Lisa could hardly blame them for taking note of two such handsome gentlemen. She
was glad not all of the girls’ spirits had been dampened by their experiences, but
her attention was drawn to the ones who shied away. Privately questioning the
director’s assertion the gentlemen’s inclusion in this part of the tour was
necessary, she wished there was some way to reassure the class of their good
intentions.

A group of young women engaged in hat decorating caught Rebecca’s eye, and she
complimented them on their efforts. Shy at first, the girls quickly warmed to
Rebecca’s cheerful manner, and Lisa inwardly applauded her future sister-in-law.
The girls were all very taken with her bonnet and gown, and Rebecca eyed Lisa
pointedly. She merely smiled and pulled up a seat beside a golden-haired girl who
looked to be little more than a child. The girl was making rosettes out of satin
ribbon to use in decorating the hats. Lisa admired her needlework, and after a
faltering start, the girl summoned the courage to speak. “Are ye really the
princess wot worked as a maid?” she whispered, her eyes wide in her pale face.

“Indeed I am,” Lisa said. “But I’m not really a princess, though I will be a
marchioness when I marry Lord Marsden.”

The girl flinched, her eyes darting to where Nathaniel stood stiffly to attention.

“There’s no need to be afraid. He’s a good man,” Lisa said, hoping to assure the
frightened child. “He helped me when I was in trouble.”

“ ’E’s certainly ’andsome, not that it means anythin’.” Hunching her shoulders, the
girl focused on her work, and Lisa complimented her on her stitching.

“It’s much better than mine,” she said with a rueful smile, recalling her woeful
attempts at embroidery.

“ ’Ow’d ye manage as a maid, my lady?” the girl asked, and Lisa explained how she
had found work assisting the pastry chef in the kitchen at Worthington. She kept
her tales light, managing to inspire a giggle or two at the revelation of her
incompetence at tea pouring and flower arranging. One by one, the other girls crept
closer, listening in.

“Did ye find the work ’ard and the ’ours long?” a thin, mousy-haired girl asked.

“Very.” Lisa admitted with an exaggerated slump of her shoulders. “My muscles
ached, and it felt like my head had just hit the pillow at night when it was time
to arise the next morning and start all over again.”

A few of her listeners smiled, though one girl’s wistful response brought a lump to
Lisa’s throat.

“I wouldn’t care ’ow ’ard I ’ad to work or ’ow long my days were if it was
respectable employment and I wasn’t being bovered by one fella after another all
night long.”
“Or beaten,” another girl added.

Their words were echoed by the majority of the girls in the room. But when the
slender young girl beside her quietly added, “Me neither.” Lisa felt a vice grip
her heart.

A noise from the hallway caught her attention, and she looked up to see Nathaniel
and Hugh’s stricken expressions. Rebecca had gone to join them, her shoulders
shaking with silent sobs.

Blinking back her own tears, Lisa wondered what she could possibly say into the
silence that followed. Then one of the girls asked if it was true she was related
to the King, and the mood lifted as she was peppered with questions about her
experiences as both maid and newly discovered member of the aristocracy. The girls
were particularly taken with the tales Lisa told of dancing at the King’s ball, so
she did her best to describe the glittering event.

“And ye really made friends wiv a maid?” one of the girls asked. “Ye a proper lady
and ’er a servant?”

“Very good friends,” Lisa said. “Her name is Ruth, and she’s working as my lady’s
maid. Hopefully you can meet her when I return, as I shall insist she be allowed to
accompany me.”

“Why’d she want to meet us?” The girl eyed her warily. “Ye know wot we are or
were.”

“You are girls who have been dealt a terrible hand in life and are now making a new
and hopefully much brighter future for yourselves,” Lisa said with feeling. “While
I’m not at liberty to share Ruth’s story, I can assure you she would be the last
person to judge a single one of you.”

“Wot about ye, my lady?” the mousy-haired girl asked. “Why are ye ’ere?”

“Because, while I can only imagine what you’ve suffered, I do know what it’s like
to be afraid and in fear of my life.” Lisa spared Nathaniel a quick glance,
unsurprised to find him watching her intently. “I promised myself if I was ever in
the position to do so, I would help girls such as yourselves. Which brings me to a
question of my own. How can I be of service?”

Her question engendered a variety of expressions—astonishment, wariness, and

curiosity— but no response.

“What? You have no dreams for the future? There’s nothing you would like to do or
become?” She kept her tone light, hoping she wasn’t overstepping the mark.

“I’d like to be a seamstress and make beautiful dresses like yer golden ball gown,”
the young, fair-haired girl said, and Lisa smiled her encouragement.

“I want to be a cook.”

“I want to be a pastry chef like Lady Anneliese.”

“I want to learn to be a midwife and bring bairns into the world.”

“I want to be a maid, but in a house where the master won’t expect me to . . .

well, you know.”
A number of girls murmured their agreement, and Lisa swallowed the lump that had
returned to her throat.

“I want to marry and ’ave a family of me own, but who’d ’ave me after the life I’ve
led?”

The girl who voiced the question looked no older than Lisa, except for the hardness
around her eyes. Lisa had no answer and was relieved when Mrs Morley stepped
forward to reply.

“Now, Mary, I’ve told ye afore there are plenty of good men, farmers and miners and
the like, who’ll take on a capable lass who knows ’ow to tend ’ouse and will make a
good mother.”

“Aye, but not without a dowry. I ain’t got nuthin’ to offer, not even me virtue.”

“How much is needed for a respectable dowry?”

Mrs Morley named a modest sum, and Lisa blinked. One of her new bonnets would
supply the dowries for several girls, and the cost of her new wardrobe could have
furnished the entire contingent of girls with a fresh start in life, whatever their
dreams might be.

Mrs Wright indicated it was time for them to leave, and Lisa thanked the girls for
their candour, promising to return.

“What you are thinking?” she asked Nathaniel after dinner that evening, relieved
not to have a function to attend. Like the rest of their group, he had stayed quiet
on the journey home.

He took so long to answer that she wondered if he’d heard her, his gaze seemingly
captivated by the twilit view out the window. Lisa was considering whether she
should repeat her question when he heaved a sigh and turned to face her.

“I thought I knew what to expect, but I was ill-prepared for what I heard and saw
this afternoon. What those young women, just girls most of them, have been
through . . . not to mention the dangers they must have faced to escape.” He
swallowed hard and stared down at their joined hands. “God knows, I understand why
you have taken this particular cause so much to heart, but I’m worried about your
putting yourself in harm’s way.”

Her father had said much the same thing, and she knew Thomas concurred, but Lisa
couldn’t remain silent. “It’s the girls without such protection I am concerned
about.”

“I know.” Nathaniel shuddered. “When I think of what might have become of

you . . .”

She squeezed his hand. “But it didn’t, because of you.”

“You have my support in this endeavour, but you must promise me you’ll be careful.
I couldn’t bear it if something were to happen to you.”

“Nothing’s going to happen.” Ignoring their chaperones, Lisa cupped his cheek with
her hand. “I promise to be discreet . . . and careful,” she added at his scowl.
“But you’re worrying needlessly. What harm can I possibly come to with you as my
protector?”
Chapter 15

Reputation

“Drink?” Hugh raised his glass when Nathaniel joined him that evening at their
club.

“God, yes.”

Both men sat in silence for a while, nursing their brandies while lost in similar
thought.

“Did you ever . . .” Hugh shrugged a shoulder. “With younger girls?”

“No! Well, not that I know of. I was only eighteen the first time. The girl was
about my age, or so I assumed, older around the eyes. She seemed eager enough, but
damned if I know whether it was an act or what had compelled her to such a calling.
But I certainly never suspected any of the girls might be being held against their
will.”

“Nor I.” Hugh grimaced. “But there were a couple of times when I was concerned the
lassies were too young. Not ones I chose, as I had no desire to bed a child. I
questioned a madam about it once, but she just laughed and offered me two girls for
the price of one if I kept my mouth shut.”

“Did you say anything?” Nathaniel sat forward, curious to hear his friend’s
response.

“I told some more senior gentlemen, but they made sport of it. I should have
reported my concerns, but to whom? I doubt the girls were younger than ten, so no
laws were being broken.”

“Lisa’s right.” Nathaniel slumped back in his chair. “The laws need to change,
though I can’t see it happening in a hurry.”

“We’d be laughed to scorn for suggesting it.”

“Which doesn’t mean we should do nothing.” Ignoring the problem was no longer an
option. Nathaniel’s conscience had been well and truly exercised listening to the
girls tell Lisa their tales, though Hugh was right. Decades of struggle had yet to
accomplish the abolishment of slavery abroad, despite concerted political will.
Seeing girls protected from exploitation wasn’t even open to discussion.

“What do you have in mind?”

Nathaniel shrugged. “Supporting the charity home, of course.” After what they’d
both witnessed, it was a given. “We’ll need more homes and in places where security
won’t be such a nightmare.”

Hugh nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll have to be discreet, as there will be opposition

from every quarter. The powers-that-be fear change, and the perpetrators won’t take
kindly to the loss of income. If Anneliese’s name is linked to this undertaking,
she could find herself in danger . . . more danger than she’s already in from
Edgeley threatening to reveal what he knows.”

“Don’t remind me,” Nathaniel muttered.

“You’ve not told her about the blackmail?”

“No, and I’ve no intention of doing so. She has enough on her plate with this
damned spectacle of a wedding the King is insisting upon without having to worry
about her reputation being besmirched. She’s already apprehensive about living up
to her new role as my marchioness.”

Hugh smirked. “Unnecessarily so. She has the society mamas eating out of her hand,
the debutantes mimicking her every choice in fashion or interest, and half the
gentlemen of the ton professing undying admiration. As for the other half . . .” He
waggled his brows, and Nathaniel scowled. “The public have taken her to their
heart, and the press adores her. Upon reflection, I believe she would have made an
excellent queen.”

“Oh, shut up.” Nathaniel threw an embroidered cushion at his friend.

Laughing, Hugh caught it easily. “However did we mistake her for a maid?”

“God only knows.”

“At least you had the insight to recognise her potential.”

“From the first glance.” Nathaniel smiled at the memory. “She attracted ne’er-do-
wells like moths to a flame and was blatantly ill-equipped to deal with the dangers
inherent in a life of servitude. I held out for an entire month before making her
mine, resisting until I deemed it the only way to protect her.”

“A great hardship on your part, if I recall,” Hugh added dryly.

Nathaniel smiled, but it soon faded.

“At least Copeland is out of the picture, but I’ve got to get Edgeley off our
backs. He keeps upping the amounts he expects me to pay, and I’m guessing it’s only
time before his greed overrules what little common sense he possesses. When I think
of his taste for young girls, like that fair-haired lass Lisa was sitting beside
today, it makes my blood boil. If only we could find something I could use against
him.”

“As to that . . . I received a report I’ve been waiting on when I arrived home this
afternoon.” The bleakness of Hugh’s expression focused Nathaniel’s attention.
“Girls go missing all the time in the poorer parts of the city. More often than
not, nothing is done about it, but lately, much younger girls have been taken, and
in large numbers. There’s talk of an organised ring.”

“Edgeley wouldn’t attach himself to such a sordid undertaking, surely?” Nathaniel

was aware the man was a blackguard now, but they’d once been friends. He found it
hard to imagine one of his peers could stoop so low.

“There’s a hellish amount of money to be made, and more than a few gentlemen
involved. You’d be surprised how many respectable members of society have links to
one form of vice or another, and not just as a means of indulgence.”

Nathaniel shook his head. It would seem the prohibition for those of their class to
“dabble in trade” didn’t apply when the pickings were rich, the victims powerless,
and society content to look the other way.

“Like I said, it’s time the laws were changed, but since that will probably take
decades and requires a political will that does not yet exist, we must do what we
can in the meantime.”

“Starting with neutralising the threat Edgeley poses.”

“You have something we can use against him?”

“Nothing you could present in the House, but my man has found witnesses willing to
testify Edgeley is part of a group abusing boys. Society will turn a blind eye to
young girls, but this could seriously harm his standing.”

“Blasted pederasts.” Nathaniel was appalled by the practice—and the hypocrisy—but

willing to use it to defuse the threat of Lisa’s past being exposed. “It looks like
we need to add setting up a home for young boys to our list.”

“Damned sordid business.” Hugh grimaced. “As much as I admire their eagerness to
assist the victims, I wish our ladies could be protected from such knowledge.”

“Amen to that,” Nathaniel muttered, more determined than ever not to add to Lisa’s
burden.

“What do you mean you shan’t be paying any more of my gambling debts?” Edgeley
demanded when Nathaniel tracked him down later that night. “Do you honestly think
the papers won’t turn on Lady Anneliese like a pack of ravening wolves if I
disclose what I know?”

“If her reputation is tarnished in any manner that can be traced to your door, I
will delight in exposing you as a pederast, a far more damaging disclosure,
wouldn’t you say?” Nathaniel stepped up close to his old friend turned nemesis.
“You can forget ensnaring a dowered debutante when I’m finished with you. You’ll be
a pariah, unwelcome in a single respectable home.”

Edgeley’s jaw worked convulsively. “You don’t know who, or what, you’re dealing
with, Marsden.”

“Filth,” Nathaniel spat. “Blackmailing filth. How does it feel to have the tables
turned?”

To Nathaniel’s surprise, a sly smile curved the other man’s lip.

“The tables have definitely been turned, but I doubt you’ll enjoy the outcome as
much as I will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nathaniel resisted the urge to grab Edgeley by the
throat, though the temptation was almost overwhelming. “If you think I won’t expose
you if my betrothed’s reputation is harmed, you are sorely mistaken.”

Edgeley shrugged. “I’ve no intention of harming your lovely lady’s reputation.

Under the circumstances you’ve created, I imagine it is quite an asset.”

He turned and sauntered away, while Nathaniel watched, a sick feeling in the pit of
his stomach. He feared the upper hand had been stolen from him, but he wasn’t sure
how.

Chapter 16
Impatient

Lisa felt like all of London was caught up in the excitement of her pending
marriage to Nathaniel. Between the daily updates in the social pages, the incessant
questioning to which they were subjected at whatever society event they attended of
an evening, and the seemingly never-ending fittings and preparations, it was a
struggle not to become overwhelmed. Her impatience to become Nathaniel’s wife was
never in doubt, but her enthusiasm was tempered by the knowledge the majestic
ceremony would bear little resemblance to the small, intimate affair she would have
preferred.

She wasn’t sure what was worse . . . the knowledge crowds would line the street to
watch the bridal procession, the enormity of the church service that was to be
followed by a wedding breakfast at the palace in the early afternoon, or that she
would be attended by no less than seven bridesmaids, chosen by the King, all of
whom she’d only just met. Rebecca would be acting as her maid of honour, her
younger friend’s enthusiasm unbridled. Penelope’s young sons were to be page boys,
and Lisa assured the nervous lads they would be very dapper in their roles.

Hugh was to stand up with Nathaniel, and having warmed to him considerably during
their time in London, Lisa didn’t have to feign her pleasure at the announcement.
Her reaction upon discovering Lord Cahill, her soon-to-be cousin-in-law, Michael,
would also be included in the wedding party was not nearly as charitable and led to
Nathaniel’s and her first domestic disagreement.

“Michael?” Lisa frowned. “Your cousin Michael?”

“Who else?” Nathaniel laughed. “He’ll be standing up with me alongside Hugh for the
ceremony.”

“But Uncle Thomas said it would take at least six months to oversee the restoration
of his estate in Ireland, possibly twelve.”

“And it will, I imagine, but when I asked Father, he agreed that Michael and
Eleanor should be allowed to return for our wedding.”

Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening. “You requested their presence?”

“Of course. Michael’s like a brother to me.”

“When will they be here?”

Nathaniel shrugged. “In good time for the wedding. Within the week, I suppose.”

“Within the week?” Lisa’s voice rose. “When were you going to tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.” Her all-too-handsome, mostly considerate, but sometimes
incredibly obtuse husband-to-be spread his hands. “Michael’s behaviour at
Worthington was boorish, but I thought his apology sufficient. I’m certain he would
be willing to proffer it again if that would help.”

“His apology is not the issue.” Lisa folded her arms.

“Are you nervous about being in his presence? You have nothing to fear from my
cousin.”

“It’s not Lord Cahill I’m afraid of.” Angry tears sprang to her eyes, and
Nathaniel’s expression sobered.

“Eleanor,” he said flatly.

“I didn’t think I’d have to face her so soon.” Lisa had known it would happen one
day—the idea the stuff of nightmares—but she’d expected a little more warning, not
to be threatened with the possible ruination of her wedding.

“She’s family, I’m afraid.” Nathaniel reached for her hand, Lisa’s response in
accepting it uncharacteristically slow. “But that’s no excuse for her rudeness. I
guarantee she will treat you with the utmost respect, or she’ll have me to answer
to.”

“Rudeness?” Lisa snatched her hand away. “It’s not poor manners I’m afraid of. I
was almost trampled to death because of your cousin’s wife. Not to mention the fact
she went out of her way to sabotage our relationship, took my mother’s pearls, and
called me a tart.”

“In fairness, she did believe you were a commoner.”

“Which is no excuse for treating a person abominably.” Nathaniel’s placating tone

had done him no favours, and Lisa began to pace. “She took great delight in
revealing our situation to your father upon his return in the most damaging manner
possible, calling me a whore and inferring I had willingly shared my bed with not
one, but four men.”

“I can understand why you’re not in a hurry to befriend her.”

“Befriend her?” Lisa stopped and faced him. “It shall take all my restraint not to
slap her senseless. Eleanor had better understand that circumstances have changed
now that I am no longer masquerading as a servant. If she thinks I’ll meekly submit
to her abuse or stand by while she makes a play for my betrothed, she’s in for a
rude awakening.”

Nathaniel’s smirk—and the insecurity she had unwittingly revealed—did little to

douse Lisa’s ire. But before she could scold him further, he pulled her into his
embrace, ignoring their family members engaged in a spirited game of whist at the
far end of the drawing room.

“You have nothing to fear with regards to Eleanor or any other woman,” he said
softly. “For I only have, and will only ever have, eyes for you.”

His declaration brought a reluctant smile to Lisa’s lips, one that curved more
freely when she considered how he’d already demonstrated the veracity of his words.
Ignoring the fact he was betrothed, or that she was invariably standing by his
side, the young debutantes at the social engagements they attended practically
threw themselves at Nathaniel. It should have galled, but he paid them so little
mind, his attention so firmly fixed on Lisa at all times, that it was actually
quite gratifying. The jealousy he displayed when foolish gentlemen fawned over her,
while flattering, was entirely unnecessary.

After being told by the Moreton sisters back home in Henbury that her unfashionable
red hair was a death knell for her chances of finding acceptance, Lisa had expected
to be shunned when she made her debut. When she imagined the reaction of her
childhood friends-cum-nemeses to discovering their neighbour was related to royalty
—and to Nathaniel when they met him—she couldn’t help but chuckle. Since the King
was determined to make her wedding a public event they, along with the rest of
Henbury society, had been invited. But she was most looking forward to seeing John,
Helen, and the extended family of household staff whom Lisa’s father had insisted
receive invitations.

The visit to the charity home, while challenging, was a welcome distraction from
the fuss and drama of the wedding preparations and stimulated vigorous conversation
amongst their group.

“I’d like to see us establish a home and training college close to Marsden Park,”
Nathaniel said, when they discussed a plan for expansion with the board members.
“Security wouldn’t be such a nightmare, and Lisa could continue her involvement
with the charity once we’re settled in the country.”

His suggestion went a long way to making up for his cousin’s inclusion in their
wedding party and endeared him to Lisa even more than she thought possible. Hugh’s
determined, if sober, involvement in their discussions and planning had a similar
effect on Rebecca, and she joined Lisa in her room late one evening to share her
thoughts regarding his efforts.

“I’m convinced his feelings for me are genuine,” she said, as the two young women
sat cross-legged on Lisa’s bed, clothed only in their nightgowns. “He was sincerely
moved by what he saw at the home, his conscience exercised to make confession as
well as spur him to action.”

“Confession?” Lisa sat forward. “He spoke with you regarding his previous
experiences?”

Rebecca nodded, dropping her gaze to where her hands plucked at the white linen
sheets.

“What did he say?” Lisa prompted.

“That after coming into his inheritance as a young man, he did not always conduct
himself in a gentlemanly manner,” Rebecca said, her words in the form of a
recitation. “He admitted to visiting houses of ill repute as a younger man but only
on occasion and not for some time, certainly not since making my acquaintance.”

“Oh.” Lisa released the breath she was holding. If it were Lord Edgeley’s past in
question, she imagined the litany of his sins would have been a lot longer. He’d
been noticeably absent during her time in London, and she dreaded their eventual
meeting. Nathaniel had assured her there was no need to worry, that he’d been
warned not to make trouble, but she feared a man with so little honour could not be
trusted.

“Hugh says he loves me.” Rebecca looked up to meet Lisa’s gaze. “And he wants to
spend the rest of our lives proving the genuineness of his feelings.”

“And you believe him?”

“Yes I do.”

“That’s wonderful.” Lisa smiled at her friend and future sister-in-law before
asking cheekily, “And he has kissed you properly?”

“He certainly has. Hiding in the shadows on the terrace at the Crompton’s ball.” A
dreamy smile curved Rebecca’s lips. “It was everything you said it would be . . .
warm, tender, and really quite breathtaking. I didn’t want him to stop, but he said
he’s determined to treat me with the utmost respect and has no intention of taking
advantage of my passionate nature before the wedding. I think he’s afraid of what
Nathaniel and my father would do to him,” she added, in an aside. “So . . . I told
him that was perfectly acceptable as long as we could share many more such kisses
during our courtship and betrothal. I also told him once we were married, he must
promise to bring me to the pinnacle of desire as often as I required.”

Lisa’s mouth dropped open. “You didn’t really say such a thing?”

Rebecca shrugged and both girls succumbed to a fit of giggles.

“How did he respond?” Lisa asked when their laughter died down.

“Well.” Rebecca leaned closer. “He didn’t say anything for the longest time, just
stared at me with his mouth opening and closing. When he finally agreed to my
demand, his voice was quite hoarse, his brogue almost too thick for me to
understand.”

“I’ll bet it was,” Lisa murmured, thinking she could do with an interlude in the
shadows herself, not to mention being brought to the pinnacle of desire. But quite
aside from the commitment they’d made to wait until they were wed, she and
Nathaniel were observed a little too closely to take the risk. On the positive
side, as the days to her wedding counted down, Lisa had begun feeling more
confident about successfully fulfilling the role of his marchioness. She was even
hopeful their marital relationship might be characterised by the lack of constraint
they had experienced at Worthington. Their desire for one another was certainly
undiminished. If anything, it had grown, with the slightest brush of their fingers
inducing sharp intakes of breath.

“I could feel you watching me from across the room,” she had whispered one evening
when they were seated close together at the theatre.

“Did it bother you?” Hidden in the shadows, Nathaniel had held her hand, placing
kisses on her palm when no one was looking.

“I’m not sure our hosts approved, but I enjoyed it very much. Having your gaze upon
me is like an invisible caress down my spine.”

Nathaniel’s groan had earned a look of rebuke from Thomas who, along with Margaret,
had accompanied them for the evening.

“I’m heartily sick of feeling like an errant child requiring constant supervision,”
Nathaniel had grumbled. “Not that I’ve any right to complain. Our parents—your
father, in particular—have been remarkably accommodating, all things considered.”

Lisa had agreed, though she couldn’t deny she was impatient to be rid of the need
for chaperones once and for all.

Chapter 17

Ruse

With less than a week to the wedding, Lisa found herself torn between excitement
that it was finally going to happen and anxiety over the public nature of the
event. With Nathaniel busy preparing for the upcoming antislavery vote, her father
off visiting Penelope, and Michael and Eleanor due to arrive at any moment, she was
in desperate need of a distraction. Since baking wasn’t an option, she hoped doing
some sketching would help calm her nerves. But after her third failed attempt at
achieving a reasonable likeness of the Stanton House cat, Lisa threw down her
pencil in disgust.

“You seem a little out of sorts.” Margaret’s smile was sympathetic. “Would you like
to accompany me and Rebecca on a shopping expedition?”

Lisa hesitated to say yes, as there were only so many fripperies one could possibly
need.

“We’re visiting a bookstore,” her future stepmother-in-law added, and Lisa’s

reluctance disappeared.

Returning to the charity home several times since their first visit, she had
discussed with Miss Wright ways in which she could be of more direct assistance.
While females of the lower classes were almost never given the opportunity to learn
to read and write, the charity home director was of the opinion a basic education
could open up a world of opportunities for the girls, an opinion Lisa shared. When
young Sam, the kitchen-hand-cum-stable-boy who had defended her in the markets of
Worthey, learned of Lisa’s intentions, he volunteered to be her first student.
Since he was keen to better himself, and she was determined to develop her teaching
skills, they made a good team.

When Margaret sent word for Ben to bring the carriage around, Lisa asked if Sam
could accompany them. Twenty minutes later, they were ensconced in the bookstore,
Lisa with an eye to adding another Jane Austen novel to her collection once Sam had
finished making his selection from amongst the children’s books.

“Excuse me, Lisa.” Rebecca approached from where she had been studying the latest
fashion journals. “There’s a quaint little shop just two doors down that sells
parasols and fans. Would you mind if Margaret and I go take a look and meet you
back here when we’re finished?”

“Of course not. Take as long as you need.”

With Sam engrossed in the pages of an illustrated copy of One Thousand and One
Nights, Lisa looked forward to exploring the shelves without interruption, or so
she hoped. Recognised from the drawings of Nathaniel and her that regularly
appeared in the papers, she was having to adjust to being somewhat of a public
figure, anonymity now a thing of the past. So it was with a resigned sigh she
turned to face the fair-haired young woman, a commoner by her plain attire, who
approached her a few moments after Rebecca and Margaret departed.

“Are ye Lady Anneliese?” The woman’s gaze flitted from side to side. “The one the
paper says is ’elping young girls wot need rescuin’?”

To Lisa’s dismay, word of her involvement with the charity had escaped after a
canny reporter followed her to the home on one of her recent visits. The man had
promised not to disclose the location of the home—having been threatened with dire
consequences if the news was leaked and paid a generous bonus for his silence—but
she couldn’t help worry.

“I am she.” Lisa stepped closer to the young woman. “Is there some way I can be of
assistance?”

“It’s me sister, my lady. She was taken by some men to work in one of them ’orrid
places, but she managed to escape. She’s ’urt real bad, and I’m afraid they’re
going to find ’er and take ’er wiv ’em again.”

Lisa’s hand rose to her chest. “Where is your sister now?”

“Hidin’ in the alley out back of the shop, my lady. I need yer to take ’er to one
of ’em places wot keeps girls safe.”

“How did you know where to find me?” It wasn’t the first time someone had asked for
help in response to the newspaper articles, but the others had approached the
servants’ entry at Stanton House.

“A friend of mine saw ye with the other ladies out the front of the shop and ran to
tell me. I was tryin’ to think ’ow to find ye before it was too late, knowin’ the
likes of me would never be granted an audience with a grand lady like yerself. It’s
like God answered me prayers.”

Although Lisa would have been glad to speak with her if she had come to the house,
she could understand the young woman’s apprehension. Convinced of her sincerity,
she called for Sam, who put down his book.

“There’s a young girl who needs our help waiting at the rear of this shop,” she
said. “Could you ask Ben to bring the carriage around to the alley to collect us,
then go and tell Her Grace and Lady Rebecca we shall meet them out front in a few
moments. I’m going to wait with . . .”

“Maggie. Me name’s Maggie.”

“I’m going to wait with Maggie and her sister.”

“Why don’t ye just bring the girl through the shop, my lady?” Sam eyed the woman
warily.

“Because she’s been hurt, and I don’t want to draw attention to her plight.”

The shopkeeper, while not wanting to offend a lady, was hesitant when she requested
permission to pass through his living quarters. Lisa chafed at the time it took to
explain the situation, her thoughts with the injured child waiting frightened and
alone in the alley.

“What’s your sister’s name?” she asked Maggie as they entered the dingy lane.

“Beth,” she replied, grabbing hold of Lisa’s wrist and pulling her along.

“Where are we going?” Lisa tried to prise the woman’s fingers loose, but her grip
was too tight. “I thought you said your sister was waiting behind the shop?”

“She’s ’iding further down behind those rubbish bins.”

Lisa’s alarm subsided, as she could only imagine how terrified the poor girl must
be. But when they reached the bins, there was no one there. Glancing ahead, she
caught sight of what looked like the rear of a vehicle protruding into the
alleyway, her instincts belatedly warned her there was something amiss.

“Oh, look. There’s yer carriage waitin’ for us,” Maggie said.

“No, it’s not.” Lisa tried to pull away. “My driver couldn’t have possibly arrived
already. Let me go!”

“Not till I’m paid me doss,” Maggie muttered, and Lisa began to struggle in
earnest.

“Help! Somebody he—” Her words were cut off when a man stepped out of the shadows
and clamped his large, sweaty hand over her mouth.
“Ye be quiet, missy, or the master will ’urt ye bad.” Her captor grabbed her around
the middle, squeezing the air from her lungs. “Well, worse than ’e’s already
plannin’.”

No match for the man’s strength, Lisa was soon bundled inside the carriage, landing
heavily on her knees. The door slammed behind her, the shrouded carriage lurching
into motion before she had a chance to get her bearings.

“Reunited at last, Lady Anneliese.”

A voice she had hoped never to hear again came out of the darkness, and Lisa’s
blood ran cold.

“Lord Copeland?” She whimpered.

A match being struck sounded loudly, and a lantern attached to the wall illuminated
his face. Scrambling backwards, Lisa came up hard against the bench opposite before
lunging for the door handle, crying out when she found it was locked.

“Oh, don’t carry on so,” Lord Copeland scolded. “The journey’s not overly long, but
you may as well make yourself comfortable . . . while you can.”

With her heart racing, Lisa rose shakily to take a seat. “What can you possibly
hope to achieve by abducting me?” Huddling in the corner, she kept as far back as
she could from the man who had already caused her so much misery.

“Let me see.” He rubbed his chin. “I want revenge for all the trouble you’ve caused
me, recompense for the fortune I was denied, and oh yes, your complete and abject
ruin. Your father should not have rejected my offer of marriage. It was meant in
quite good faith . . . well, other than the fact I was more interested in getting
my hands on that priceless pearl necklace of yours, and whatever benefit I could
gain from your illustrious heritage, than marriage to a little country miss. If the
royal connections I suspected you possessed—rightly, it would seem—hadn’t panned
out, I planned to sell you on to one of my less gentlemanlike acquaintances. Oh,
how droll.” He laughed. “The outcome for you is much the same.”

“You’re insane,” Lisa whispered. “Lord Marsden, my father, even the King . . .
they’ll not rest until they’ve found me. You cannot possibly get away with this.”

“I must beg to differ. Less than twenty-four hours from now, you’ll have been
smuggled out of the country and we’ll both be on our way to meet our destinies,
mine a life of ease and yours as a rich potentate’s concubine or the star
attraction in one of the more exclusive Oriental establishments. There are those
who will pay a very pretty price for the privilege of bedding a sweet English rose,
especially one who just happens to be cousin to our King. The novelty value alone
will send the selling price through the roof, not to mention your glorious red
hair.”

Lisa stared at him in horror.

“You can have my pearl necklace, and more. My mother brought a treasure trove of
jewels with her from France. They’re worth a fortune.”

“So I’ve heard.” Copeland glared at her. “But I’ve no intention of being snared in
a trap. You needn’t worry about my financial well-being, Anneliese. When I was
forced to flee these shores—thanks to you—I stumbled upon some like-minded
individuals and am now engaged in a very lucrative trade, one you’re about to
become all too familiar with. You’re older than the other girls I’ve collected, but
your unique status should more than make up for your advanced years.”

A sob rose in Lisa’s chest, but she stifled it, silently praying for a miracle. She
should never have gone into the alleyway alone, but Maggie had been so convincing.

A movement above Lord Copeland’s head caught her attention, and she glanced up to
see Sam had lifted the flap over the rear window of the carriage and was peering in
at them. Her breath hitched, but her captor was too busy gloating about how easily
she had been fooled to notice her reaction. Sam signalled Lisa’s silence with a
finger to his lips, then he mimed plucking something from his wrist and letting it
go before pointing to Lisa’s lap. While Copeland droned on, she brought her right
hand to the pearl bracelet Nathaniel had given her. The clasp had broken, catching
in the sleeve of her pelisse, and she could feel by the gaps in the strand that a
few pearls were missing. Blinking slowly, she acknowledged Sam’s plan and carefully
freed the remaining pearls, capturing them in her hand. Each precious bauble
reminded her of Nathaniel’s love, giving her hope Copeland’s plans would be
thwarted. He would move Heaven and Earth to find her . . . she just prayed he
wouldn’t be too late.

The carriage lurched to a halt, and Copeland hauled her against his side, clasping
a hand over her mouth.

“I considered drugging you,” he murmured close to her ear, “or a blindfold, but
you’ve no possible chance of escape, and I rather like the idea of you observing
every single step along the path to your humiliation. Now be a good girl and don’t
struggle. We wouldn’t want to bruise the merchandise . . . not yet, anyway.”

With no chance of overpowering him, Lisa pretended submission born of abject

terror, a charade that took little effort on her part. Loosening her fingers, she
dropped a couple of pearls as they alighted from the carriage and heard them
skitter away. Lord Copeland took no notice of the faint sound, hurrying her towards
the entrance of the building opposite. Before she could catch sight of more than
brick walls in another dark alleyway, Lisa was forced through a narrow doorway and
up a flight of stairs. Pretending to stumble, she placed another pearl in a crevice
next to the wall, accomplishing a similar feat at the top of the landing.

Cursing her clumsiness, Lord Copeland gripped her tightly around the middle,
preventing her from leaving any more of a trail until they had made another turn.
Taking a risk, she dropped a pearl, glancing over her shoulder to see it roll
against the wall. After yet another turn, he stopped outside a doorway, and she
quickly placed a pearl on the nearby windowsill, slumping against it while he
unlocked the door. Once it was open, he shoved Lisa inside, and she landed on the
floor beside the large bed that dominated the cheerless room. No longer focused on
attempting to leave a trail, she clutched the remaining pearls in her hand, her
fear returning with a vengeance.

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on robbing you of your virtue . . . just yet.” Her
captor walked over and hauled her to her feet. “I’ll await the doctor’s verdict
before making my final decision. Virgins collect the highest price, so if you’re
intact, the honour of your deflowering will be granted to your new master. He’ll
pay handsomely for the privilege, I assure you. But if, as is rumoured, your Lord
Marsden has already had the pleasure”—he chuckled evilly—“you can expect to spend
the time from now until your sale pandering to my every desire. Actually, I think
that’s going to happen regardless, as there are ways around every obstacle.”

Tears stung her eyes, but Lisa refused to cry in front of him, raising her chin in
what defiance she could muster.

“You will regret your actions this day, Lord Copeland.”

The sound of his mocking laughter stayed with her after he had exited the room.
Before Lisa could attempt an escape, the door opened again and Maggie entered, her
features twisted with contempt.

“Yer to undress for the doctor,” she ordered.

Lisa refused, but her resistance was limited by her desire to keep her fist full of
pearls in case they could be of use. Holding onto her dignity as best she could,
she was left quivering with both cold and outrage, dressed only in her thin
chemise.

“His Lordship wants me to leave ye in ’ere, but I don’t see why ye should get a
room to yerself.” Maggie scowled. “Ye can wait with the other girls. Maybe ye can
stop their bloomin’ caterwaulin’ . . . wot wiv ye bein’ an angel of mercy an’ all.”

Lisa went willingly, dropping a couple more pearls along the way. By the pitiful
sounds of weeping, she knew when they had arrived at the room where the girls Lord
Copeland had “collected” were being held, a burly-looking man standing guard
outside.

“Ye sure the master wants ’er in wiv this lot?” he asked Maggie while eyeing Lisa’s
barely clothed form.

“I’m ’is woman, regardless of all the others, and ye better remember that.” Maggie
clenched her fist at the guard who raised his hands.

“ ’Or, right, ’or, right,” he muttered, unlocking the door.

While they were distracted, Lisa took the opportunity to drop a pearl, which landed
a couple of inches from the edge of the door frame. Nudging it with her bare toes,
she pushed it against the wall where it would hopefully be visible to a searching
eye but not easily spotted. Once inside the room, she stumbled to a halt. A dozen
or so girls, some little more than infants, sat huddled together on the floor of
the cold, bare room. Uniformly pretty, they were all fair with varying shades of
blond or red hair, some wearing clean dresses, while others were clothed in little
more than rags.

“What sort of people are you?” Lisa turned on her captors. “They’re just little
girls. Don’t you know what’s going to happen to them?”

The man shrugged and returned to his place outside the door, while Maggie laughed.

“Oh, I know all right. Same as wot ’appened to me when I was their age, and same as
wot’s goin’ to ’appen to ye, miss ’igh and mighty. Now keep ’em quiet, or I’ll send
someone in to shut yers all up.”

The door slammed behind her, leaving the shuttered room in semidarkness.

“Don’t be afraid.” Lisa cautiously approached the weeping girls. “I’m not going to
hurt you.”

One of the older girls, though she was surely no more than eight or nine, stepped
forward.

“Can ye get us out of ’ere, miss?” She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands.
“Me mam’s goin’ to be so cross wiv me for gettin’ took, but the man offered me and
me sister a whole bag full of toffees.”
Lisa’s mind reeled at the depths of Lord Copeland’s depravity, but she tried to
keep her horror from showing.

“I’m going to do my best to get us all out of here,” she said. “But I need you to
be very brave, and you must be ready to run at a moment’s notice.”

“How ye gonna do that, miss? Get us out?”

Crouching down so she was at their eye level, Lisa whispered, “Can you keep a
secret?”

The girls nodded, their eyes like saucers.

“I hope to be rescued shortly by my betrothed, the Marquis of Marsden. He’s a good

man and will stop at nothing to find me.”

Lisa stifled a sob, the possibility he wouldn’t arrive in time almost robbing her
of breath.

“Does he know yer ’ere?” the first girl asked.

“No.” Lisa shivered. “But a young friend of mine followed me when I was taken, and
I’m sure he’s on his way to alert the authorities at this very moment. As soon as
I’m rescued, I promise to come for you.”

“Couldn’t ye just stay wiv us?” A little urchin of not more than five or six
stepped forward. “I don’t feel so scared wiv ye ’ere, miss.”

“I’d love to stay with you, but I fear the men will come to collect me soon.
Whatever happens, I want you to be brave and take care of one another. I’ll be back
for you as quickly as I can. In the meantime, I have a special gift for you.”

Smiling to mask her fear, Lisa showed the girls the remaining pearls, passing out
one apiece to the frightened but now curious girls.

“If Lord Marsden or his friend, Lord McGivern, should come looking for me, you can
show them the pearls and they’ll know I was here.” To the older girl, Lisa added in
a quiet aside, “If someone comes to rescue me, let them know I’ve left a trail of
pearls in the corridor. It will help them know where to find me.”

“Ye will come back for us?” Tears welled in the girl’s eyes.

“I’ll do my very best.” She gathered them all close for a quick hug, her heart
sinking when she heard the door open.

“How touching,” Lord Copeland drawled. “Now get over here, Anneliese.”

Not wanting him to harm the girls, she obeyed without hesitation.

“What the hell was Maggie thinking bringing you here?” He grabbed hold of her arm.
“With that hair, you’re far too recognisable. I’ll have to take you the back way.”

Lisa had hoped to drop her few remaining pearls where they might be spotted, but
Lord Copeland took her through a different door at the back of the room. Locking it
behind him, he dragged her with him down a narrow corridor that led to the room
where Maggie had stripped her of her coat and gown. Two men were waiting inside,
one short and balding, dressed in an ill-fitting suit, and the other . . . Lord
Edgeley.
“You!” Lisa recoiled in horror.

Without preamble, Edgeley walked up and slapped her across the face.

“That’s for costing me Lady Rebecca’s dowry,” he snarled while Lisa cradled her
stinging cheek. “A damned maid, and Marsden valued your virtue over the wishes of a
friend. I bet he knew all along who you were, though why he wants to marry you
after you behaved like a trollop is beyond me.”

“I’d say that’s exactly why.” Copeland laughed.

“The fool shouldn’t have threatened me,” Edgeley continued. “And he should have
kept paying. If your protector wasn’t such an arrogant sod, thinking he could get
the better of me because he’s a marquis while I’m only a baron, I would have left
the arrangement in place. It was a nice little earner, but he had to rock the boat,
and now I’ll be exacting payment out of your pretty hide instead.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lisa said, her heart in her throat. “But
if it’s money you’re after, Nathaniel would pay a king’s ransom for my return, as
would my father.”

“She has a point.” Edgeley turned to Copeland, his eyes shining with greed.

“We’ve been over this,” the older man snapped. “The risk is too great. You might
not value your neck, but I’ve no desire to have mine stretched. Don’t worry. We’ll
make a fortune on her sale as well as having some fun beforehand, whatever the
verdict. You’ve given me all sorts of ideas with that slap.”

Picking Lisa up, Copeland threw her onto the bed. As soon as she landed, she
scrambled to the far side, but Edgeley grabbed hold of her ankle and wrenched her
back, holding her legs while Copeland stretched her arms above her head and tied
her wrists to the headboard, pulling the rope tight.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled, earning another slap.

With tears blinding her eyes, Lisa watched the doctor approach, her breath coming
in harsh pants. She’d intended to be brave, to endure whatever they did to her with
stoicism while focusing on being rescued, on being reunited with Nathaniel. But
with the feel of her attackers’ hands on her body, fear and revulsion overwhelmed
her.

“Please, don’t do this” she heard herself beg, knowing her words were futile.

“Silence!” Edgeley squeezed Lisa’s leg so tightly she cried out in pain.

“Don’t bruise her too badly,” Copeland ordered. “And as for her making noise, I’m
rather looking forward to the sound of her screams.”

The doctor, who’d made no comment and done naught to help her, caught hold of the
hem of her chemise and began to lift it higher. With the two lords leering down at
her, Lisa closed her eyes and tried to picture Nathaniel’s face.

Chapter 18

Missing
“What do you mean, Lisa is missing?” Nathaniel broke away from greeting his cousin
and strode towards his weeping sister.

“I’m sorry, Nathaniel, so sorry. I shouldn’t have left her alone, and all for a
silly parasol, but I thought she was safe enough in a bookstore. A bookstore!”

Rebecca dissolved into hysterics, and Nathaniel handed her over to Hugh before
turning to his stepmother, who was standing just inside the door, tearless but
ashen-faced.

“We only left her for a few minutes, and not completely alone.” Margaret wrung her
hands together. “Young Sam was right beside her, but when we returned from visiting
the haberdashery a few doors down, they were both gone.”

“Gone where?”

Lisa had promised him she would be careful, but he should have told her not to
leave the house without her father or himself as escort. Shaking his head, he
focused on Margaret’s words.

“The owner of the bookstore said she and Sam went with a young woman into the
alleyway behind, something about rescuing an injured girl. But when we looked, the
lane was empty.”

“A trap,” Hugh said, and Nathaniel shuddered at the implication. A firm hand
gripped his shoulder, and he looked into Michael’s determined gaze.

“Don’t worry. We’ll bring her home.”

Nathaniel nodded, his fear replaced by an icy resolve.

“Are you sure this is the place?”

Sam nodded, his eyes wide in his freckled face.

“See? Over there by the step.”

Nathaniel followed the line of the boy’s finger, squinting to catch sight of the
pearls the boy swore he had seen Lisa drop before climbing down from the back of
the carriage and retracing his steps to the bookstore.

The lad had made the right decision not travelling the extra distance to Stanton
House. Within moments of hearing Rebecca and Margaret’s report, Nathaniel, Hugh,
and Michael had called for their horses, riding straight to the last place where
Lisa and Sam were seen.

The shopkeeper had repeated his claim to have escorted Lisa and her companion
through to the alleyway where she’d told him there was a little girl in need, the
perfect ruse for ensuring her compliance. If Sam hadn’t trusted his instincts,
choosing to follow his master’s betrothed into the alleyway rather than delivering
her instructions to Ben and the others, they would have had no way of knowing where
she’d been taken. The boy hadn’t been able to identify her captor, his vantage
point providing only a view of the man’s top hat and cloak, but it was enough.

A gentleman.
Nathaniel’s money was on Edgeley, and he cursed himself for provoking the coward.
How the man believed he would achieve anything other than his own brutal demise was
testament to his arrogance.

“The lad is sure this is the place,” Nathaniel said as Hugh edged up beside him,
Michael close behind. They’d left their horses tethered out of sight and were
huddled behind some crates in an alleyway.

“These old buildings are like rabbit warrens, with connecting doors and hidden
corridors,” Hugh whispered. “We’d do best to call for more support, but there’s no
time.”

Nathaniel nodded. They needed to get Lisa out of the clutches of whoever had her
before . . . Refusing to complete the thought, he squeezed his eyes shut for a
second.

“What do you suggest?”

“Your father will have received word and alerted the authorities. Sam should go
back to the shop and guide them here, or they’ll end up driving around in circles.
It’s a wonder he found his way out or back again.”

“I’ve always had a good sense of direction.” The boy shrugged, and Nathaniel patted
his back.

“Take Sabre,” he said, and Sam nodded before scurrying away.

“I’ll go up on the roof and enter that way.” Hugh pointed. “Michael can go around
the front to create a diversion, and you go in through this door. Use your pistol,
but we should stick with swords once inside, if possible. A stray bullet could just
as easily take out an innocent, so don’t fire your weapons unless absolutely
necessary.”

“Remember to keep an eye out for any pearls Lisa may have dropped,” Nathaniel
added. “They might lead us to her.”

Hugh clasped his arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her, and we’ll make the bastard
pay.”

“Bloody oath, we will,” Michael added before disappearing into the shadows. Hugh
soon followed, and Nathaniel waited the agonising minutes his friend had stipulated
before approaching the door through which Lisa had been taken. The man who answered
towered over him, but he granted Nathaniel entry quickly enough when a pistol was
shoved in his face.

“Hey, there’s no need for that, gov.” The thug raised his hands. “There’re plenty
of girls. If ye ’ead around to the front door, ye can take yer pick.”

“I’m interested in a different sort of girl—a lady who was brought here against her
will. Help me find her, and I’ll let you live.”

Fear filled the man’s eyes before his gaze flitted to the nearby stairs. “I don’t
know nothin’ about no lady.”

Nathaniel cocked the firing mechanism on the pistol, jamming it more tightly under
the man’s chin.

“All right, all right.” Sweat broke out on his brow. “She’s up the stairs, but yer
too late. The master’s wiv ’er, and ’e’s got company. Better to forget ’er, and
find yerself another lass. She won’t be no use to yer once they’re done.”

“Take me to her.” Releasing some of his pent up rage, Nathaniel spun the man around
and shoved him forward. Halfway up the stairs, a glimmer caught his eye.

That’s my brave, resourceful girl, he reminded himself as he bent down to snatch up

the pearl wedged against the wall. At the top of the stairs, he checked to make
sure there was no one waiting for him, then took note of the hallway that stretched
in both directions. Hugh was right, and the buildings were connected internally.

“Move,” Nathaniel ordered when his unwilling guide hesitated. “And don’t even think
about leading me astray, or I will gut you.” He made sure the man could see his
sword out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m a dead man either way for crossing the master,” he muttered but turned
decisively to the left, leading Nathaniel along a winding path.

Faint noises drifted up from below, growing louder as they neared another
stairwell. Nathaniel paused for a moment, smiling when he heard Michael’s voice.

“There’s a fire, I tell you,” his cousin yelled. “I saw smoke billowing from an
upstairs window. The building must be evacuated immediately.”

The brothel madam argued there was no fire, but Michael’s lies took effect with
panicked shouts echoing up the stairs. The hallway began to fill with scantily clad
young women and half-dressed men, swearing and shoving one another as they ran for
the stairs. Tucking his sword against his side so as not to draw attention,
Nathaniel kept a firm grip on his guide and urged him forward.

Rounding a corner, they came to a room guarded by a hulking brute.

“He’s got a weapon!” His guide shouted, and Nathaniel struck him in the head with
the pistol, knocking him to the ground. The guard pulled a knife, and Nathaniel
tossed the pistol aside—the darned thing was not accurate enough to trust over any
distance, and he was wary of the bullet piercing the wall and hitting Lisa . . . if
she was inside. He didn’t have time for this, but with no other choice, he raised
his sword, intent on dispensing the guard. The brute tossed his knife from hand to
hand, like he knew what he was doing with it. Just when he raised it to throw, an
attack against which Nathaniel wasn’t trained to defend himself, Hugh snuck up from
behind and felled the thug with a brutal blow.

“About time.” Nathaniel crossed to the door only to find it locked. A quick search
of the unconscious guard’s body produced a bunch of keys, and with shaking fingers,
he tried them one by one until the lock turned. Steeling himself for what he would
find, Nathaniel raised his sword. Then with Hugh at his back, he opened the door
and stepped inside. When his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he froze at the sight
before him—a huddle of terrified girls whimpering with fear.

“Good Lord,” Hugh said from the doorway. “They’re just children . . . infants.”

A few of the babes began to cry, and Nathaniel crouched down. “Don’t be afraid,” he
said, keeping his tone gentle. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

One of the older girls, a pretty lass with a mass of strawberry blond curls, inched
forward.

“Are ye Lord Marsden?”

“How do you know my name? Was a lady here, one with lovely red hair?”
“Yes. She told us ye’d be comin’ and that she’d take us wiv ’er when ye rescued
’er. Will ye do that, sir? Will ye ’elp us?”

“Of course we will.” Nathaniel tried to keep his tone nonthreatening despite the
rage roiling within him.

“She gave us these.” The girl opened her hand to reveal a single pearl, the other
girls showing him more of the same. “Do ye want them back?”

“No, you keep them. Do you know where she is now? The pretty lady?”

“The bad man came and took ’er. He said it was time for ’er to see the doctor. Ye
need to go rescue ’er, sir, ’cos ’e’s not a nice doctor.”

Nathaniel’s stomach lurched, and he turned to Hugh. “Did you see anything?”

Hugh shook his head, and Nathaniel’s heart rose to lodge in his throat.

“The doctor looked at us in a room with a big bed,” another girl piped up. “It ’ad
a brown door with a little funny-looking tree in a pot in the hallway outside.”

“Down the hall.” Hugh ran for the door, almost colliding with Michael in the
doorway.

“Have you found her?” he asked.

“Not yet, but we think we know where she is. You stay and guard the girls,”
Nathaniel shouted and ran after Hugh, dodging and weaving between panicked patrons
of the hell-house, escaping the imaginary fire. Twice along the way, he spotted
loose pearls gleaming against the faded carpet, but he didn’t stop until he reached
the room which was just as the observant young girl had described. Hugh held back,
and Nathaniel burst through the door first to be confronted with a scene out of a
nightmare.

Lisa was lying on the bed wearing only a thin shift, her arms tied to the bedhead
above her. A man leaned over her, touching her—the so-called physician, Nathaniel
assumed—while both Copeland and Edgeley held her bare legs. Not hesitating,
Nathaniel barrelled straight into the doctor, sending him crashing against the far
wall.

“Nathaniel! Look out!” Lisa cried, and he spun around to see Copeland lunge towards
him, a sword in his hand. Raising his own sword, Nathaniel parried the older man’s
blow just as Hugh knocked Edgeley to the floor. While his friend beat the weasel
senseless—a task Nathaniel would have relished if his hands weren’t full—he focused
on Edgeley’s mentor, determined to end Copeland once and for all.

“I should have guessed you were behind this.” Nathaniel cursed the man responsible
for almost ending Sir George’s life. “Your protégé lacks the courage to attempt
something so audacious.”

“True.” Copeland sneered as the two men slowly circled one another. “But he has
other talents. It’s a pity you didn’t arrive a little later, as you could have
watched the show.”

Nathaniel saw red and lunged wildly, his opponent taking advantage of his lapse in
concentration. With a sudden parry, Copeland’s blade cut close to Nathaniel’s side,
slicing through his jacket and missing his skin by a hairsbreadth.
“You’ll have to do better than that, my boy,” the disgraced baron taunted, his next
swipe coming close to nicking Nathaniel’s cheek.

Lisa cried out, but he dared not spare her more than a quick glance. Relieved to
see that Hugh had subdued Edgeley and was standing guard over the bed, he returned
his focus to Copeland. Parrying a series of rapid-fire blows, Nathaniel recouped.
The baron was strong and possessed of greater experience, but Nathaniel had youth
on his side. He just needed to keep his fury in check.

As they circled one another, he probed, trying to discover Copeland’s weaknesses.

The man was skilled, there was no denying, but he was also arrogant.

“My men will be here soon,” Copeland boasted. “And then you and your friend will be
outnumbered. But don’t worry, I plan to let you live long enough to see me enjoy
the delights your lovely lady has to offer . . . if you haven’t already partaken?
Edgeley swears you’ve behaved in a manner unbecoming of a gentleman. Did you have
fun?”

Nathaniel refused to be provoked. The bastard was in for a rude awakening, as his
men were all running for their lives from an imaginary fire. Sweat broke out on
both men’s brows. But while Copeland wasted his breath, taunting Nathaniel with his
plans for Lisa, Nathaniel focused on warding off his blows and getting in a few of
his own.

Licentious living had taken its toll on Copeland and, little by little, Nathaniel
gained the upper hand. His strikes came closer to their mark while the older man’s
began to go wide. After Nathaniel delivered a series of punishing blows, his
opponent left himself open, and Nathaniel took instant advantage. A red line
appeared on the baron’s white breeches where Nathaniel’s sword had drawn blood, but
he wasted no time congratulating himself. Striking again and again, he punished the
coward, relishing the opportunity to make Copeland suffer for all the pain and
misery he had caused. He was planning to take his time and make the bastard pay,
but Lisa’s whimpers reached him between the sounds of steel clashing against steel.

A change in priorities saw Nathaniel press forward. His next two strokes sliced
deeply—one the length of Copeland’s arm, the other his side. Storing away the sound
of Copeland’s agonised cry to savour at a later date, Nathaniel knew he would
regret the man’s swift demise. But Lisa needed him.

No longer able to maintain his guard, Copeland lowered his weapon. Nathaniel didn’t
hesitate. Thrusting his sword deep into the man’s chest, he gave it a twist before
pulling it free. The baron dropped to his knees, a look of surprise on his face.
Not bothering to watch him fall, Nathaniel crossed to the bed where Lisa was
sitting huddled in a ball, nursing the sore wrists Hugh had untied. Lifting her
into his arms, he held her close.

“Oh, Nathaniel.” She buried her face against his neck. “Thank God you’re all
right.”

“Thank God I’m all right?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he met her tear-filled
gaze.

“I was so afraid you’d be hurt.” She glanced warily towards where Hugh was checking
Copeland for a pulse, a quick shake of his head confirming the man was dead. Hugh
then set about tying up both the unconscious doctor and severely beaten Edgeley
with strips torn from the curtain, before dumping their bodies in the corridor.

“I’m fine,” Nathaniel said, directing Lisa’s gaze back to his face. “Copeland won’t
bother you again, or Edgeley, for that matter.”
Lisa flinched, and he wanted to ask what they’d done to her, if she was hurt
anywhere other than her bruised wrists and glowing red cheek. But the questions
were too personal to be posed with another man present.

“Hugh?” Nathaniel gestured with his head, and his friend dragged Copeland’s body
into the hall.

“I’ll go and see if your father has arrived with the carriage,” he said from the
doorway while keeping his eyes averted from Lisa’s barely clothed form.

Nathaniel nodded and turned his attention back to Lisa. She was trembling, but the
blanket on the bed was stained with God knew what. After shrugging out of his now
torn coat, he wrapped it around her, covering her legs as best he could.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. You’re safe now.”

“I know . . . and thank you.” She wiped away the tears that ran down her face. “I
was certain you would come for me, but I didn’t think it would be in time. They
were too strong for me to fight, and that horrible doctor . . .” She ducked her
head against his chest.

“Did they . . .” Nathaniel took a deep breath. “Did they hurt you?”

“They were going to. Lord Copeland threatened awful things, and that horrible Lord
Edgeley slapped my face. They said they were looking forward to making me scream.
If Sam hadn’t seen where I was taken, and if you hadn’t gotten here when you
did . . .” Her voice broke again, and Nathaniel held her tightly while she sobbed
against his shoulder.

His eyes stung with tears of outrage for what she had been put through and relief
he had arrived in time to save her from any more brutality. Determined to let her
cry for however long she needed, Nathaniel rocked her in his arms. But Lisa
surprised him by sitting up after just a few minutes, her eyes wide with panic.

“What is it?” he asked as she clambered from his lap.

“There are girls being held prisoner—little girls. We have to save them. Copeland
said he had accomplices, and they might come and take them away.”

“It’s all right.” Nathaniel stood and clasped her shoulders. “Michael is watching
the children.”

Lisa slumped against him before asking in a shaky voice, “Would you help me don my
clothes?”

“Of course,” he said, holding her steady and doing what he could when her trembling
limbs made the task difficult. He was almost finished buttoning up her coat when a
knock on the door announced his father’s arrival.

“You take care of Anneliese,” the duke said, assuring Nathaniel he would deal with
both the authorities and the press that had gotten wind of the abduction. “I’ve
sent word to Sir George. I’m sure he and Penelope will be waiting impatiently for
her return.”

“But the girls,” Lisa said as Nathaniel lifted her into his arms. “I told them I
would come back for them.”

“We’ll check on them on our way,” he promised, unwilling to deny her anything,
though her insistence she was too heavy for him to carry fell on deaf ears.

“Indulge me,” he said. “I’ll have to put you down soon enough.”

“Not if I can help it,” she muttered, and he smiled at his betrothed’s indomitable
spirit.

Chapter 19

Secrets

Nathaniel wasn’t surprised when Lisa insisted on seeing the girls settled at the
charity home, a temporary measure while it was determined who could be safely
returned to their families and who would need a permanent haven.

“You’ll visit us again, my lady?” one of the older girls asked.

“I promise.” Lisa drew her into a hug before embracing each child in turn.

“You can’t stay with us?”

A curly-haired moppet clung to Lisa’s arm, and Nathaniel’s throat tightened.

Kneeling beside them, he answered for her. “Lady Anneliese needs to see a doctor, a
good doctor,” he added when the girls cringed at his words. “But we’ll both return
to check on you in a few days’ time.”

“Sooner.” Lisa eyed him firmly.

“We’ll see.” Nathaniel didn’t have the heart to argue, though he had no intention
of allowing her to overextend herself.

After running the gauntlet of newspapermen waiting in front of Stanton House, he

had the carriage driven around to the rear of the mansion. Lisa insisted she could
walk, but when she tried to stand, her knees buckled.

“That does it.” Nathaniel lifted her in his arms. “I’m carrying you up to your
room.”

“But you’ve just been in a terrible fight.”

“I’m perfectly well.” He silenced her with a look. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“I’m all right . . . now,” she whispered, clinging tightly to his neck.

A tearful reunion with her father ensued, followed by others with a contrite
Rebecca and Margaret, and a very relieved Penelope. Eleanor, who’d arrived with her
husband earlier in the day, kept her distance, which was probably a good thing. But
Ruth hovered in the background, her swollen eyes revealing the fears she’d had for
her mistress and friend. Once the tale had been told several times—Sam’s ingenuity,
Lisa’s bravery, and Hugh, Michael, and Nathaniel’s derring-do remarked upon—
Nathaniel left her with her carers to confer with Hugh and his father.

“The doctor is singing like the proverbial canary.” Hugh smiled with satisfaction.

“And I have assurances from the authorities they will act upon his disclosures,
despite the fact a number of Copeland’s accomplices are gentlemen,” Thomas added.
“The doctor disclosed the addresses where more girls are being held, some in much
worse shape than the ones you encountered, I’m afraid.”

Nathaniel’s shoulders slumped. It was a good thing the second home would soon be
ready, but he wasn’t sure where they would house the girls in the meantime.

“Don’t worry.” His father patted his back. “I’ve told the officer I’ll take
responsibility for their care. I’m sure Margaret won’t mind if we use the east wing
until the new home is ready.”

“Thank you,” Nathaniel said. “Lisa will be relieved to know the girls are being
looked after. I would have undertaken organising something myself—”

“But you’ve got your hands full with the wedding. Please give Anneliese my best
wishes for a speedy recovery from her ordeal.”

“Mine, too,” Hugh added.

“Gladly,” Nathaniel said, though he wasn’t sure when he would get the chance.

Holding Lisa in his arms had been the silver lining on the thunderous events of the
otherwise dreadful day. He didn’t expect to see her again until morning, so he was
overjoyed when Sir George summoned him to his daughter’s room later that evening.

“Nathaniel . . . son . . .” Lisa’s father met Nathaniel outside her room and
clasped his arm. “I can’t begin to thank you for saving my daughter today.”

“It was my pleasure, sir.” The two men shared a rueful smile at the memory of the
first time Nathaniel had uttered those words. “But it was a team effort.”

“Yes, and I’ll be thanking the others directly, as well as devising a suitable
method of reward for young Sam. Though how I can ever thank him for the quick
thinking that led to Anneliese’s rescue . . .”

His soon-to-be father-in-law’s voice broke, and Nathaniel took a moment to reply,
his own throat uncomfortably tight.

“Lisa already has a soft spot for the boy, but he’s earned my undying gratitude for
his efforts today.”

“I’d be proud to count him as part of my family,” Sir George said gruffly before
surprising Nathaniel by drawing him into an embrace. “Just as I am proud to call
you son.”

Nathaniel returned the hug, his relationship with Lisa’s father having come a long
way since their becoming acquainted at the palace. When he was certain he could
speak without betraying himself, he decided to take what he hoped would be
considered only minor advantage of the situation and asked permission to bid Lisa
good night.

“As to that . . .”

Nathaniel suppressed a sigh, but before he could apologise for overstepping the
mark, Sir George continued.

“Anneliese is quite shaken, as you can imagine, and I’m worried her dreams won’t be
pleasant. I’ve asked Ruth to stay with her for the night, but I believe it is your
company that will bring her the most comfort.”
“Sir?” Nathaniel wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.

“Go to her, son. She needs you. I trust you not to take advantage of the
situation.”

“But what of the servants, the household?”

“I’ll deal with any repercussions, though I don’t imagine anyone begrudging the two
of you one another’s company after the events of the day. Ruth will sleep on a cot
in the dressing room, and I’ll be in to check on my daughter periodically. If
anyone asks, I’ll say you spent the night in a chair by her bed, though I wouldn’t
advise it . . . hell on one’s back, and it is only a few days to the wedding. Just
lie on top of the covers. Yes, that should do nicely.”

Nathaniel couldn’t suppress a grin, but it faded when he entered Lisa’s bedroom.

Sitting up in the bed, she was wearing a white nightgown with ruffles at the collar
and wrists. With her eyes huge in her pale face, she appeared young, and fragile,
reminding him of the girl he had made his mistress all those months earlier.

“Nathaniel?” she asked when he hesitated to approach.

“You look exhausted. I should leave you to rest.”

“But Papa said you can stay with me.” Lisa’s lower lip trembled, and he stifled a
groan.

“Only if you want me to.”

“Of course I want you to . . . unless, after today, you’d rather not. I promised
I’d be careful . . .”

Crossing the room in three strides, he gathered her into his arms. “My God, Lisa.
Please, don’t think for one minute you did anything wrong. You were brave and
resourceful, and I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I was so afraid, Nathaniel. Afraid of what they were
going to do to me, but mostly afraid I would never see you again.”

His vision blurred, and he pulled her close. “I was terrified I wouldn’t find you
in time . . . or at all.”

Lisa began to sob in earnest, and Nathaniel struggled to maintain a semblance of

control.

“I’m sorry to be such a watering pot,” she said when she had finished weeping and
reached for a handkerchief.

Not yet able to speak, he shrugged and wiped his own eyes with the back of his
hand.

“I keep thinking about what they were going to do to those little girls,” Lisa
continued. “What they were going to do to me. Lord Copeland was without mercy,
Nathaniel, and I’m not sorry you killed him. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Not in my book.”

“Speaking of which, I apologise for being so easily duped at the bookstore,” she
said, her words tumbling over one another. “You warned me to be careful, especially
when news broke of my involvement with the charity. But Maggie was so convincing,
and with Lord Copeland supposedly fled abroad, I thought you were being
overprotective. I was shocked to discover Lord Edgeley’s involvement, as we’d seen
neither hide nor hair of him since you banished him from Worthington. If I had
known he was lurking, I would have been much more wary.”

Groaning, Nathaniel hung his head.

“Nathaniel?” Lisa frowned. “Lord Edgeley said some things that made no sense. It
sounded like he was blackmailing you, and when you put a stop to it, he and Lord
Copeland decided to kidnap me instead. But that can’t have been the case . . .” Her
words faltered, but she continued when he reluctantly met her gaze. “You wouldn’t
have kept something so important from me.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he whispered hoarsely.

“From what?”

“Worry, distress . . .”

“By keeping me in the dark?” She pulled out of his embrace. “You don’t think being
kidnapped and assaulted was distressing?”

“I should have told you what was going on—”

“Yes, you should have.”

The colour had returned to Lisa’s face, and her green eyes flashed. She had never
looked more beautiful, but Nathaniel kept the observation to himself. She was
furious with him, and she had every right to be. While the sentiment wasn’t in
keeping with society’s dictates regarding the treatment of women, he could neither
fault her logic nor deny her experience.

“I mean it,” she said when he didn’t respond. “If there is one thing I have
learned, it’s there is nothing blissful about being kept in ignorance. I’m not a
child, Nathaniel. I’m to be your wife. If our marriage is to be successful, you
need to start treating me like your helpmate, not some frail, feeble-minded
creature who must be cosseted and shielded from the truth. I won’t stand for it in
the future.”

“Nor should you,” he said, and she blinked.

“You’re agreeing with me?”

“Yes.” Nathaniel had learned his lesson the hard way. “I’m sorry you were put at
risk, again, because you weren’t fully informed.”

“I suppose I can understand why you didn’t say anything . . .” Lisa offered
hesitantly, reinforcing Nathaniel’s belief that she was too forgiving for her own
good.

“But there is no denying my good intentions nearly paved a path to hell for us
both.”

She whimpered, and he could stand the distance between them no longer. Opening his
arms, he breathed a sigh of relief when she moved into his embrace.

“Promise me, Nathaniel. No more secrets.”

“I promise.” He held her close, resting his cheek against the top of her head. “No
more secrets.”

Chapter 20

Daunting

Lisa awoke with a start.

“It’s all right. I’ve got you,” Nathaniel whispered, not for the first time, and
she wondered if he had slept at all.

Spending the night after her abduction wrapped in his arms—albeit dressed in her
most modest nightgown and with the bedding between them—almost made up for the
horrors of the day before, horrors that had crept into her dreams.

“What time is it?” she asked, snuggling into his embrace.

“Morning.” He kissed her forehead.

“Did you get any rest?”

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged. “After yesterday, watching over you was good for my
soul.”

Lisa nodded in understanding. It had been good for hers also. “Thank you for
staying. I don’t think I’d have slept a wink without you.”

“It was my pleasure.” He smiled. “Although I have to admit I’m glad the wedding is
not many days hence, as my resolve has been sorely tested.” His smile faded,
replaced by a look of uncertainty. “That’s if you think you’ll still want to . . .
I mean, after what happened, you might prefer to wait . . . I don’t want you to
think I’m assuming anything . . .”

“Shh . . .” She cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Nothing those horrid men
did has anything to do with what we will share as husband and wife.”

Nathaniel’s shoulders sagged, and she chuckled, relieved that he didn’t view her
differently after their ordeal. Banishing thoughts of the horrors that might have
been, or the pleasures yet to come, she focused on the present.

“For now, I think you’d better remove yourself to the chair. Papa has been very
obliging, but I’d rather we didn’t shock the rest of the household.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve nothing to worry about.” Nathaniel brushed a lock of hair from
her face before removing himself to the more respectable location beside her bed.
“After yesterday, the household—I imagine the entire city—would begrudge you
little.”

His words proved prophetic, the newspapers making a terrible fuss over her
abduction, with bold headlines and numerous pages devoted to the story. Lord
Copeland’s plan to sell the King’s beloved cousin, and the young girls he had
bought or stolen from the streets of London, on the slave markets of Eastern Europe
made for titillating reading. The populace was horrified to learn such practices
were occurring under the very noses of the authorities. Calls for increased
protection for girls and young women resounded loudly across London, from the
streets to the throne room. However, it was the lords, who held power over the
parliament and too often had vested interests and took pleasure in the trade of
young lives, who would need to be swayed.

With all the publicity the crime received, the city constabulary applied themselves
diligently to the matter. The perpetrators were quickly detained—Maggie, the fair-
haired woman, amongst them. They were quick to give up their contacts and
accomplices in exchange for leniency in sentencing—deportation rather than the
death sentence.

“Do you think we have anything to fear from Lord Edgeley?” Lisa asked while she and
Nathaniel ate their breakfast off matching silver trays in her room.

“Not at all.” He reached to squeeze her hand “The cur was in no fit state to
divulge anything after his encounter with Hugh, and considering what the King has
in store for him . . .”

Lisa shuddered, deciding she’d rather not know the details.

She briefly considered taking up the doctor’s suggestion of a day spent recovering
in bed. But some of the more prurient-minded of society’s members were speculating
about the timing of her rescue, intimating it might not have occurred soon enough
to protect her virtue. They expected her to postpone the wedding permanently, and
disappear from public life altogether, as surely a young lady of refined breeding
and tender sensibilities would not recover from such an ordeal.

Refusing to be intimidated, Lisa chose to face the day head-on, an audience with
her future cousins-in-law dauntingly high on the list of her priorities.

“Lady Anneliese.”

Eleanor’s greeting was accompanied by a respectful curtsy, but the expression on

her face led Lisa to believe the viscountess was dreading the encounter even more
than she was. Dressed impeccably to boost her confidence, and with Nathaniel by her
side, Lisa matched the other woman’s actions.

“Lady Cahill,” she said, her tone respectful but cool. “Lord Cahill.”

“Please, call me Michael,” he said, bowing low over her hand. “I trust you are well
after your ordeal?”

Lisa assured him that she was, thanking him for the part he’d played in her rescue.

Michael nodded and then directed a look at Eleanor. The beautiful, fair haired lady
raised her chin and faced Lisa squarely.

“I apologise for my treatment of you at Worthington, Lady Anneliese. I hope you can
find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Sighing inwardly at Eleanor’s stony expression and emotionless delivery, Lisa

considered her options. The tables had been well and truly turned, and she now held
the undisputed position of power. With a few well-chosen phrases, it was not
inconceivable she could ruin Eleanor’s standing in society, something of great
importance to the other woman. Or she could take a different approach.

“May I speak with Lady Cahill privately?”

Lisa’s request was met with mutually concerned expressions on Nathaniel’s and
Michael’s faces, but they did not deny her. She waited until she was alone with
Eleanor to respond to her apology . . . such as it was. But before she could
address the coolly spoken phrases, Eleanor blurted out a truer reflection of her
feelings.

“I realise I shouldn’t have put you at risk when I thought you were nothing more
than a maid, as I acknowledge that was unacceptable behaviour for one of my
station.”

Lisa’s back stiffened. The thought crossed her mind she should insist Eleanor
volunteer at the charitable home in hopes of challenging her opinion of her so-
called superiority, but she dismissed the idea as soon as it formed. It would be
unfair to inflict Eleanor’s snobbery on girls who’d already suffered so much.

“But if you think I’m going to grovel for your forgiveness,” Eleanor continued in a
rush, “after being banished to the godforsaken bogs of Ireland, only to be called
back to attend your wedding, of all things, and to Marsden, not to mention the
revelation you are not only related to royalty but being touted as a heroine, when
we both know if the truth of your behaviour at Worthington were to be revealed, you
would be seen in a far different light, ruining your reputation—”

“Just as the truth of your behaviour towards me during that time would surely have
a detrimental effect on yours.” Lisa had heard enough and thought to remind the
other woman that the ruination exposure would bring would be far-reaching.

The colour that had risen to Eleanor’s cheeks leeched away, and she stood frozen
with what Lisa recognised as fear in her eyes. Not for the first time, Lisa pitied
her.

Lisa had everything Eleanor wanted—position, status, and loftier connections than
being a mere viscount’s wife. Yet she would have traded them all if it were the
only way to be with the man she loved. Eleanor, on the other hand, had the
affection of a good man—Michael’s feelings for his wife plain to see—but she
spurned it, preferring to hold fast to her contempt. With nothing to lose or
greatly fear, as Lisa doubted Eleanor would risk bringing any more of Thomas’s
wrath upon her head by attempting to publicly discredit her, she spoke her mind.

“It saddens me to see you wasting your life on bitterness and jealousy when
contentment is yours for the taking. There’s nothing stopping you from experiencing
a happy marriage to a man who clearly holds you in high esteem despite the fact you
treat him very ill.”

Lisa waited for a backlash, but to her surprise, tears welled in Eleanor’s eyes.

“I don’t expect us to be friends,” she continued when the other woman remained
silent. “But we are to be family, which is far more important to me than whatever
titles come before our names. Nathaniel cares for his cousin, and it’s for that
reason I would like to offer an olive branch, Eleanor.” Lisa risked using the
lady’s name, even though she’d not been granted permission. “A truce . . . if
you’re willing.”

Eleanor surprised Lisa by accepting her offer, albeit with stilted grace. There may
have even been a slight thawing in her icy demeanour in the ensuing days, but Lisa
found it difficult to imagine Eleanor would ever completely drop the façade of
propriety she had built around herself.

“It does seem unlikely,” Nathaniel said the night before their wedding. “But my
cousin can be very persuasive if given half a chance.”
Lisa raised a brow. “Maybe we will trigger a revolt against the fashion for
husbands and wives to treat each other with disdain.”

“One never knows.” He smiled indulgently.

It was probably a foolish dream, but stranger things had happened, Lisa’s story a
prime example.

Real-life fairy tales were few and far between. Inspired by Lisa’s journey from a
country miss of good family to terrified runaway and unlikely maid, her improbable
tale had captured the imagination of her countrymen, in particular, those of the
lower stations. Her surprising kinship with royalty, betrothal to one of the most
eligible gentlemen in the land, and the revelation she was helping girls in need
regardless of society frowning on her actions, had caused them to open their hearts
to her.

The least she could do was show her gratitude by graciously enduring “the wedding
of the decade,” as Nathaniel and her nuptials were being touted.

Chapter 21

Vows

The midday sun shone bright and warm upon the cheering crowds that lined the roads
as Lisa and her father were driven in one of the King’s carriages to her wedding.
Waving through the windows, she attempted to settle her nerves, but shallow breaths
were the only sort her beautiful gown would allow. A confection of golden satin and
the finest hand-spun lace, it was a triumph of elegance, albeit far from restrained
with its yards-long train. Its design was complemented perfectly by her mother’s
pearls and a tiara, drop earrings, and the bracelet Nathaniel had given her to
replace the one she’d lost in the abduction.

While eyebrows would probably be raised at her wearing the same jewels she’d worn
to the King’s ball, Lisa’s decision had nothing to do with a lack of choice. The
Marsden jewels were now hers to wear as she pleased, a stunning array of diamonds,
sapphires, emeralds, and rubies. But after the abduction, the pearls held special
meaning to both her and Nathaniel, as well as being a poignant reminder of her
mother.

She felt her absence keenly, wishing she were alive to see her daughter wed and
curious as to what words of encouragement or advice she may have had for her
daughter on her wedding day. She hoped her mother would have been proud of the
woman she had become and the plans she had for her future. She would have surely
been astonished to see her little girl, with the perpetually skinned knees and
dusting of freckles on her nose, now a woman grown and about to marry a man as
handsome, dashing, and regal as the most charming of princes.

Lisa could barely give credence to it herself.

Turning to face her father, who was looking distinguished in his military uniform,
her lips curved in a wistful smile. She couldn’t help comparing the grandeur and
pageantry of this particular journey to the flight she had undertaken from Henbury
almost five months earlier, hidden in the back of a ramshackle cart and believing
her beloved Papa had been murdered. Her life had changed almost beyond imagining
since that time, from tragedy to triumph along a decidedly tumultuous path.

Looking towards a future with Nathaniel by her side, Lisa acknowledged she was
blessed. But before they could begin their life together, she first had to survive
their nuptials. Forgetting the constricting nature of her gown, she attempted a
deep breath and ended up gasping for air.

“Anneliese? Are you unwell?” her father asked as the carriage came to a halt at the
front of the abbey.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she took shallow breaths and thought back to some of
her favourite memories. The first time she had seen Nathaniel, seated proudly upon
his horse. Pouring tea together. Debating French poetry in the library. Sharing
dinner at the inn in Worthey. She pictured his smile, his deep blue eyes, his
fringe sweeping across his forehead in that way she adored—and regained control.

“Lisa?” her father prompted, and she gave him a determined smile.

“I’m fine, Papa,” she said, although her confidence faltered again when they
alighted from the carriage and the crowd erupted into cheers. Taking a moment to
wave in appreciation for their welcome, Lisa’s conscience twinged as she wondered
what they would think of her if they knew the whole story.

Rebecca, the bridesmaids, and page boys awaited them inside the Abbey, looking
resplendent in their matching gold-coloured gowns with flower posies for the young
ladies and velvet jackets with cream breeches for the boys. Vibrating with
excitement, Rebecca made sure Lisa’s skirt, with its train and cascading veil were
all carefully arranged. Once they were all in position, her father gave the signal,
and the organ music that would accompany their procession filled the air.

“Ready?” He linked their arms, his eyes filled with pride.

Lisa nodded, and together they made their way along the carpeted north aisle.
Smiling nervously, she acknowledged the admiring looks of the guests who filled the
nave. When they had journeyed far enough to see past the choir, she caught a
glimpse of Nathaniel standing before the High Altar, Hugh and Michael at his side.
She breathed a sigh. The wait was finally over.

When they reached the north transept, her friends from Henbury came into view, and
Lisa’s smile widened. Unable to resist, she gave a tiny wave.

Tears pricked her eyes at the sight of Mr and Mrs Waters dressed in the finery her
father, with Margaret and Penelope’s assistance, had provided for his employees-
cum-lifelong-friends. He’d not wanted them to feel out of place at the ceremony and
wedding breakfast to which he and Lisa had insisted they be invited. They were
family, after all, and beamed at Lisa and her father with justifiable pride.

She smiled widest for John and Helen. The friends who’d helped her make her escape
from Henbury, travelling with her halfway across the country to Worthington Hall,
made a handsome couple in their fashionable attire, although she could tell they
were overawed by the grandiose surroundings. They’d been understandably intimidated
by Nathaniel when she’d introduced them upon their arrival in the city, but he had
soon put them at ease, thanking them for aiding her in her escape from Lord
Copeland. A slight huff of laughter escaped Lisa’s lips when she thought of the
plans Nathaniel and John had for creating a carriage building business together
utilising John’s designs and craftsmanship and Nathaniel’s funding and contacts.
She would be seeing more of the couple in the future, the thought a happy one.

Passing Nathaniel’s family, seated alongside King William, Queen Adelaide, the
members of her newly extended royal family, and the rows of various visiting royals
and dignitaries, Lisa’s stomach did a little flip. Confronted by a sea of elegant
attire, splendid jewellery, dashing uniforms, medallions, and crowns, the enormity
of the situation threatened to overwhelm her. But then she looked up to see
Nathaniel watching her approach. Her breath hitched at the sight of him standing
tall and regal-looking in his wedding finery. His dark, curling locks had been
ruthlessly constrained, a fleeting image of the disarray her fingers would cause
when she ran them through his hair later that evening causing a blush to stain her
cheeks. Ducking her head, she eyed him through her lashes, and Nathaniel’s eyes
darkened. The passion that simmered between them, even in this holy location and
before such a formidable audience, was undeniable. Only a part of what drew them
together, of much greater importance was the love that bound them as irrevocably as
the vows they were about to declare.

Regardless of the challenges she faced, a quiet life lived in the shadows compared
to one spent with Nathaniel, under any circumstances, would have been a travesty.

After what felt like the longest walk of her life, Lisa came to stand beside the
man she was to marry. She barely noticed when her father squeezed her hand and went
to take his place on the pew beside a radiant Penelope. Or when Rebecca and the
rest of her attendants left her to find their seats. Lisa’s attention was upon
Nathaniel.

Ignoring the waiting archbishop, he leaned close and whispered next to her ear.
“You look so beautiful, you take my breath away. I love you.”

His words weren’t a part of the ceremony, steeped in centuries of tradition and
designed to fulfil their spiritual and legal obligations. But they were spoken from
his heart and echoed the content of Lisa’s.

Turning to face the archbishop, they listened while he read about love from 1
Corinthians 13 before speaking of the importance of marriage for creating a new
family and the raising of children. When he charged them to take seriously the
solemnity of the vows they were about to speak, Lisa shared a look with Nathaniel.
They’d come a long way since the day she had challenged him about the hypocrisy of
his intention to vow in church, before God and man, to marry one woman while he
loved another. Her heart swelled, as with complete sincerity he promised to cherish
and remain faithful to her—as she did to him—until death they did part.

Rings were exchanged, communion shared, and the registry signed. Then the
archbishop declared they were man and wife, introducing them to their waiting
families as the Marquis and Marchioness of Marsden.

Chapter 22

Gift

“Not long now, my love,” Nathaniel whispered as he escorted Lisa to their carriage
after they made their escape from the wedding celebrations.

Lisa’s belly tightened at the thought of their finally being alone without
chaperones to heed or the dictates of conscience to assuage.

“I can barely wait,” she admitted, not bothering to try and hide the direction of
her thoughts.
Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. “You’re not too tired after such a rigorous day?”

“Not in the least,” she said before laughing aloud at his exaggerated sigh of
relief.

After bidding their families farewell, Nathaniel helped Lisa into the carriage that
would take them to their mystery destination. Her luggage had been transported
earlier in the day, and Ruth would be waiting to assist her out of her beautiful
gown upon their arrival. But she was otherwise in the dark as to Nathaniel’s plans
for where they would spend their honeymoon. Their intention to journey to France
and visit her mother’s birthplace had to be postponed until the following year when
the antislavery vote was delayed. Nathaniel’s presence would be needed when
Parliament resumed for the Little Season, not allowing enough time for an extended
European tour.

Lisa didn’t mind, as long as they were together and could be alone. Well, as alone
as two people can be when they require a lady’s maid, valet, butler, housekeeper,
cook, sundry footmen, maids, kitchen hands, laundress, and gardener to take care of
them and their home, not to mention carriage drivers and stable boys to attend to
the horses.

“Something amuses you?” Nathaniel drew her closer despite there being barely a
hairsbreadth between them.

Lisa shared her thoughts, and he raised a brow.

“Would you prefer I dismiss them all and we fend for ourselves? It’s been a while
since you’ve had practice pouring hot beverages.”

“That’s true,” she said with mock seriousness. “It might be wise if you took
responsibility for that task. But I know you enjoy my pastries, and I’m quite
skilled at polishing furniture and wiping dishes. So if you can’t think of anything
better for us to do with our time, I could take on the household chores and save
you the expense of employing all those staff members. I do hate to be idle.”

“Minx!” Nathaniel lifted her onto his lap. “You know very well what I have planned
for our time together, young lady, every waking moment. So you can put ideas of
dismissing the staff out of your head.”

Lisa giggled and twisted in his lap to face him.

“Every waking moment?” She leaned in to brush her lips over his in a featherlight
kiss. “You intend allowing me no rest?”

“What? No!” Nathaniel sat back, his eyes widening. “It was a jest. I would never
take advantage of you in such a manner.”

“Of course not,” she said uncertainly. She’d been about to admit that an entire day
spent with him in bed sounded extraordinarily appealing.

“When I think of how I treated you at Worthington . . .” His gaze skittered away.
“Making you my mistress, requiring things of you no gentleman should expect of a
lady. I’m no better than Copeland or Edgeley.”

“Stop.” She cupped his cheek, waiting until he looked back to her face. “You’re
nothing like them . . . nothing.”

The memories of her abduction were fresh in their minds, but Lisa was determined
they wouldn’t ruin this special time. Nathaniel nodded, but his eyes were still
clouded, and her own insecurities came to the fore.

“Of course, a part of me wishes that I were coming to you as a virgin on our
wedding night.”

“Lisa, please.” He lifted the hand she dropped and kissed her fingers. “When you
allowed me to make love to you at Worthington, you gave me the most precious gift I
have ever received, until today when you granted me the promise of a lifetime at
your side.”

“No regrets?”

“No, well, none on your part. I’ll just have to live with what I’ve done and be
eternally grateful I have not received the punishment due my actions.”

Lisa opened her mouth to argue that he had done nothing worthy of punishment, but
he silenced her with a kiss. While her desire to pull away and settle this matter
once and for all was strong, it was no match for the passion his caresses aroused.
When he deepened the kiss, she opened her mouth, welcoming the soft strokes of his
tongue.

“You taste amazing.” The words he murmured against her lips echoed her thoughts,
and she wriggled in his lap, trying to get closer. Even through all the layers of
her gown, the evidence of his desire pressed against her hip.

“What is it?” he asked when she chuckled.

“I’m just relieved to know that’s not a pistol.”

“Definitely not a pistol, but likely to misfire if you don’t cease your squirming.”

“You mean like this?”

He groaned, and she did it again, only ceasing her teasing when the carriage came
to a halt.

“We’re here already?” She lifted the curtain and glanced out the window.

“We are, indeed.”

Nathaniel smiled his half smile, a sensual quirk of his lips that did delightful
things to the secret areas of her body no matter how many times she witnessed it.
Her curiosity temporarily overwhelming her desire, Lisa leaned in to give him a
quick kiss before moving to lift herself from his lap.

“Hold still,” he cautioned, triggering a wave of déjà vu.

She raised a brow. “Darling, I don’t think waiting a few moments is going to
relieve your condition this time.”

“Neither do I, but since I’ve no intention of consummating our nuptials in the back
of this carriage, I shall have to suffer for a while longer.”

Images of the two of them becoming one flesh flooded Lisa’s thoughts, and she
swayed towards him. “Not too much longer, I hope.”

Nathaniel shuddered, then kissed her again, hungrily and open-mouthed. Breaking
away, he took a deep breath.
“Not here,” he said with a decisive shake of his head. “I’m eager to show you your
wedding present and for us to retire to a more conducive location to deal with my
condition.”

“Our condition.” She smiled before looking to the window, unable to see what was
beyond through the filmy covering. “My wedding present? But you’ve already given me
so much.”

“Consider this the fulfilment of an earlier promise.”

After assisting her from the carriage, Nathaniel made sure to stand close enough to
her voluminous skirt so his aroused state was not obvious for all to see. There was
nothing to be done to hide his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, nor Lisa’s, for
that matter. But the light was dim, it was their wedding night, and their witnesses
would just have to make allowances. Turning to look upon their destination, she saw
an elegant three-storey home set back from the road. Not as overwhelming as Stanton
House, she thought its cream walls, marble portico, and the rose gardens
illuminated by both lamp and gentle moonlight most appealing.

“Whose place is this?”

“Yours.” Nathaniel’s smile lit up his face.

“Mine?” Lisa looked up at him before looking back at the mansion.

“I promised you a home of your own, and this is it. Well, one of them, as I also
plan to give you a country home with acreage that isn’t part of the official
estate.”

Her mouth opened and closed several times before speech was possible. “But that
isn’t necessary now that I’m your wife. That was only for if I agreed to be
your . . .” Lisa’s words trailed away as she became aware of their audience: two
straight lines of staff standing neatly at attention to each side of the front
entrance of the mansion. Not as concerned about their witnesses as she was,
Nathaniel drew her into his embrace.

“It is necessary, as I’ve no intention of leaving you vulnerable ever again. Your
mother’s jewels have given you a degree of financial independence, but I suspect
you’ll want to use that towards your charitable pursuits. I promised to both
protect and provide for you, and that is exactly what I intend doing. Of course,
this home is in a more salubrious location than the one I had originally planned on
purchasing—not far from Stanton House or the palace. It is yours,” he said with
emphasis, “and cannot be taken from you regardless of what happens to me in
future.”

“But nothing must happen to you.” Lisa grasped the lapels of his coat. “I couldn’t
bear to be without you.”

“Nor I you.” He leaned down to kiss her softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve no intention of
going anywhere, not until we’re both so far into our dotage we’re happy to take our
final journey together. At which point, you may leave this and however many other
properties I give you to our daughters and granddaughters. Although I imagine we
shall want to secure their financial independence while they are young enough to
appreciate the gesture.”

“And our second and third sons?” Lisa asked, enjoying the direction of his
thoughts. “Shall they be taken care of so generously?”
“That goes without saying,” Nathaniel said with mock affront before turning to
guide her towards the staff waiting patiently for an introduction. To her delight,
some were known to her already.

The butler and housekeeper, a Mr Campbell and Mrs Jones, reminded her a great deal
of Mr Henson and Mrs Donaldson at Worthington. Nathaniel’s valet, Mr Jennings,
whilst reserved, seemed pleased to make her official acquaintance. Lisa had shared
numerous meals and more than one conversation with him during her time working as a
servant at Worthington Hall, not to mention hiding under the blankets while he had
assisted Nathaniel to dress the morning after she had spent the night in his bed,
or more accurately, on the floor by the fire. There was no doubting he knew the
true nature of her previous relationship with Nathaniel, but his loyalty to his
master was, thankfully, without question.

Ruth welcomed Lisa to her new home with a wide smile, while Ben, now officially
Ruth’s betrothed, had driven the carriage from Stanton House and was busy tending
to the horses. But the biggest surprise of all was Nathaniel’s and her new cook.

“Chef Louis?” Lisa stared at her childhood friend and kitchen collaborator in
confusion. “What are you doing here? Papa will be lost without you.”

“Now don’t be worrying about your father, dear girl. He’s planning on spending the
rest of the season in town to be near his lovely Lady Watson. And since she has an
excellent chef—not as good as me, of course, but quite adequate for an Englishman—
he was happy to let me come and cook for you and your new husband. A familiar face,
as it were.”

Inwardly delighted by this turn of events, Lisa couldn’t help but grin. She’d have
loved to spend time with the French chef in the kitchen, but a marchioness did not
waste her afternoons baking delicacies. Shaking off the vaguely depressing thought,
she focused on the remaining introductions. Once they had been made, Nathaniel
insisted on carrying her over the threshold into their new home. Lisa felt her
cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the expressions on the faces of their household
staff were devoid of censure. After putting her back on her feet, Nathaniel
declined supper or a nightcap on both their behalves and escorted her up the wide
stairway to their suites on the first floor.

“I’d have carried you the entire way, but risking my back to appear gallant seemed
unwise.”

“Most unwise,” Lisa agreed, as he showed her through to her suite of rooms.

“I’ve had both our bedrooms prepared,” he added, and her step faltered. They’d
slept in each other’s arms when they were at Worthington, but sharing a bed wasn’t
fashionable—or acceptable—for married couples of their station.

“Yes, of course,” she murmured, reminding herself it was just one of the many
adjustments she would need to make in her role of wife instead of mistress. “Would
you like me to visit you tonight, or will you come to me?”

“I thought we could spend our first night in the master suite. Then we can
alternate until we decide which location we prefer, unless you’d rather sleep
alone?”

“I slept perfectly well with you beside me at Worthington.”

“When I let you sleep,” he muttered, glancing away. “You’ve no need to fear my
importuning you in such a manner now that we’re wed. Keeping you up half the night
and expecting you to . . .” He shook his head. “I promise that once we’ve
consummated our marriage, I will allow you your rest.”

Lisa blinked. “Oh, that’s . . . good.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to prepare,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
“Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” She smiled, her anxiety easing at the heated look in his eyes. As if
once would be enough for either of them. Releasing her with obvious reluctance, he
drew a ragged breath before departing for the adjoining master suite, closing the
door behind him.

Ruth entered from the hallway, and the two women exchanged smiles before Lisa
turned to give her access to the more than one hundred satin-covered buttons that
ran down the back of her gown.

“Oh, my lady, I’m so ’appy for ye,” Ruth said. “To think we never thought this day
would come. Now let’s get ye ready, as ye don’t want to keep yer new ’usband
waiting.”

“No, I certainly don’t,” Lisa murmured, a slight frown marring her brow as she
pondered his words. She’d thought their discussion in the carriage the night of
their betrothal had put Nathaniel’s concerns to rest, but she had a niggling fear
he still harboured the belief a wife required different treatment than a mistress.
Coming out and telling him she was perfectly happy with the way things had been
between them at Worthington was one option, though she wasn’t sure he would believe
her. Hopefully showing him would do the trick, as Lisa doubted she could hide how
she felt and had no intention of trying.

Chapter 23

Fulfilment

The blood pounded so loudly in Nathaniel’s ears he worried he wouldn’t hear if Lisa
chose to knock before entering.

Should he open the door, or would that appear gauche?

A soft laugh huffed between his lips. He couldn’t have been more eager if he were a
lad in short breeches awaiting the arrival of Christmas. He was just so glad she
was finally his, to have and to hold.

The words of their wedding vows played through his mind, but far from picturing the
solemnity of the occasion, or even his beautiful bride in her wedding finery, all
he could think about was that he would soon have Lisa in his arms. She regretted
she wasn’t a virgin, just as he regretted taking advantage of her innocence, but he
couldn’t deny there were compensations to both. If he hadn’t made her his before
the wedding, she would probably have been terrified of their imminent coupling,
while his expectations would have been greatly reduced. Considering what lay ahead
for them both, he smiled . . . until another thought caused it to fade.

It had been three months since they’d last made love, and having kept his promise
to wait until they could be together, he was worried he might not last very long.
In the past, it wouldn’t have mattered. He’d have had their second bout of
lovemaking to make up for his lack, or the third. Pacing the floor of his room,
Nathaniel considered his options. He would have to make sure to bring Lisa pleasure
before he joined their bodies, just in case. That way, their first time as husband
and wife should be satisfying for them both even if the event was short-lived.

Spotting a movement out of the corner of his eye, he spun to see the door to his
suite swing open. Lisa stepped forward, a vision so enchanting he swayed a little
before collecting himself and striding across the room. Taking her hand in his, he
felt it tremble.

She was as nervous as he was.

Smiling his reassurance, he stepped back and allowed himself the pleasure of gazing
upon her without haste . . . or guilt. Her hair hung in rich red curls around her
shoulders, her creamy flesh covered by a sleeveless ivory gown with a delightfully
low neckline. The soft fabric hinted at the treasures that lay beneath, and
Nathaniel gave silent thanks that they would soon be bared to him. If this was a
typical wedding night, he would be wearing a nightshirt and removing his wife’s
gown wouldn’t be an option. But they’d spent so many nights naked in each other’s
arms, the idea of depriving themselves the pleasure was ridiculous . . . or so he
justified. He would take his cue from Lisa.

“You look even more beautiful than you did in your wedding gown, if such a thing is
possible.”

A rose tint flushed her cheeks, and she looked up at him in a way that made him
feel like an untried youth.

“So do you,” she whispered and then ducked her head. “I mean, you look handsome,
wonderfully handsome.”

Her words made him smile. While not unaware women found him attractive, Lisa’s was
the only opinion that counted. For their first night together as husband and wife,
he had removed all but his trousers and shirt, the buttons of his shirt undone, not
out of disrespect, but because he didn’t expect to remain clothed for very long.

Gently clasping her hand, he drew Lisa to the middle of the candlelit room before
turning her to face him. She shivered when he ran his fingers down her cheek, his
body responding with an answering shudder. A part of him wanted to haul her into
his arms and repeat the promise he had once made to kiss every square inch of her
body, but he was determined to show her he was a changed man. There was also
something to be said for savouring the moment.

He lowered his head until their mouths were almost touching, his lips hovering near
hers in aching anticipation. They had already kissed in the carriage, passionately
and with little restraint. But this would be the kiss that led to the consummation
of their marriage, and he wanted it to be perfect.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, Lisa rose up on tiptoe to bring them closer.
Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he sucked in a breath. Gripping her
waist, he held her still for a moment until he’d regained his composure, such as it
was. Her cheek rested against his, and he nuzzled it, their noses touching as they
shared the same breath.

“Can you feel it?” he asked. “How much I want you? How much I love you?”

“Hmm . . .” Lisa nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“My wife.” He held her close, acutely aware of every dip and swell of her body.
“My husband.”

Surprising him, it was Lisa who initiated the first kiss. Her mouth brushed his
softly, then she met his gaze as if checking his reaction. He smiled at the
combination of temerity and boldness that was his sweet, sensual wife. Then he
kissed her properly.

Properly.

It was a word with connotations of restrictions and propriety but one he associated
with desire, since she had used it to describe the way she wanted to be kissed.
Finally able to oblige her without having to battle his conscience, he hungrily
tasted her lips. She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue delved into the velvet
recesses. With her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in a way that made
his already swollen manhood tighten with pleasure, he cupped her bottom, pulling
her higher and harder against him. After rubbing her belly against his erection,
she surprised him again by pulling out of his embrace.

Nathaniel’s murmur of discontent fell silent when he discerned her purpose. After
loosening the ties at the scooped neckline of her gown, she shrugged her shoulders,
and it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stood perfectly still while
his gaze roamed from the top of her hair to the tips of her toes, taking in every
curve and shadow along the way.

Stunned by her bravery and the beauty she didn’t try to hide from him, he murmured,
“Whatever did I do to deserve you?”

“You protected me, loved me, and made me your wife.”

Clasping her hand, he drew her close then lifted her in his arms and carried her to
the bed. After laying her upon the warmed sheets, he stood and stared in awe at her
loveliness. Then she reached for him, and he wasted no time discarding his clothes
and joining her.

Gone was the tutor who had instructed the innocent maid in the art of lovemaking,
answering her questions and alleviating her fears so he could have his way with
her. In his place was a man awakened to the depth of love a husband could feel for
his wife.

Lying on his side, Nathaniel trailed his fingers down her flushed cheek and along
the line of her jaw. Approaching the sensitive place below her ear, he teased the
soft skin, smiling when she shivered. His fingers continued their journey along her
collarbone before coming to rest in the valley between her breasts.

“Lisa,” he murmured, relieved beyond measure he would never be denied the sight of
her again. Moving slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he cupped her
breast, taking a moment to savour the firm but delicate mound.

Oh, how he’d missed the feel of her breasts filling his hands. The gentle curve
perfectly fit his palm, the velvety texture of her areola teased his fingers, and
the tip grew and hardened with his touch. As he ran his thumb in circles around one
perfect nipple, her breath came in soft pants.

“You’ve missed this, too, haven’t you?” He met her glittering green gaze, and Lisa
nodded.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled her with his cheek before brushing his lips across
the soft peak. After running his tongue over and around it several times, he drew
it into his mouth, unable to suppress a groan of satisfaction. Suckling, softly at
first then with increasing pressure, he growled possessively, revelling in both the
sensation and her cries of delight. Not wanting her other breast to feel neglected,
he covered it with his hand, shaping and moulding it before tweaking the nipple
with his thumb and forefinger.

Her body arched off the bed, and he smiled against her warmth before covering her
legs with one of his own. Rocking against her thigh, he sought relief for his
aching member, not that he expected to receive any for some time. With Lisa
murmuring her approval, he continued to make love to her breasts, kissing, tasting,
teasing. Her hands alternated between tangling in his hair and roaming his
shoulders and back. Twining her legs with his, she ran her feet up and down his
shins and calves, moving sinuously against him and making no secret of the
enjoyment she received from his touch, his caresses, his body.

It was a heady knowledge.

When her whimpers became cries of frustration, Nathaniel moved to do her bidding,
stroking his hands along the smooth skin of her thighs. They both shuddered when he
cupped the soft curls covering her sex, his fingers sliding between the slick
folds. While his mouth continued to tug and tease her nipples in turn, he slowly
traced the opening to her body with his fingers. Feeling her wet and wanting
beneath his touch, he gently entered her with his fingers, mimicking the action he
would make when he moved inside her. With her body trembling with need, Nathaniel
wasted no time setting up a rhythm of slow strokes while his thumb swirled in
circles around the pleasure-inducing bud hidden at the apex of her curls.

Lisa’s moans filled the air, as a rosy flush spread across her chest. While she
held him as if she had no intention of ever letting go, Nathaniel kept up the
combined assault of fingers and thumb on her sex and lips and tongue at her
breasts. Her breath quickened. Then with a gasp, she arched beneath him, her body
freezing in place as she hovered on the precipice. He stroked more quickly, smiling
as she crested the peak. Holding her close, he continued his intimate caresses
while she rocked against him, her cries of completion keeping time with the pulses
squeezing his fingers. Only when her body lay spent upon the bed did he cease his
efforts, trailing a path with his lips from her breasts to her mouth.

“Oh.” She sighed. “That was wonderful.”

Their gazes met, hers slumberous and temporarily satiated and his dark with yet-to-
be-satisfied desire.

“But I want you to feel it, too, Nathaniel . . . with me . . . inside me.”

“So do I, sweetheart.”

Running her fingers down his back, she urged him closer for a kiss that began as a
soft nuzzling of lips but soon became heated with desire. To his surprise, he felt
her slide a hand down his torso, moving lower . . . and lower until she reached his
aching shaft. Her fingers encircled him, squeezing and stroking in the way he had
taught her.

“Lisa.” He groaned, and her gaze rose to his.

“It’s all right,” he said when she went to pull away. “I just need you to go
slowly, or I’ll be finished before we begin.” Holding still as she caressed him,
Nathaniel acclimatised himself to her touch, if such a thing were possible. Lifting
up on one elbow, she looked down at where her pale, slender fingers encircled his
darker flesh.
“Oh my.” Her gaze met his before returning to view the evidence of her effect on
his body. He bore her scrutiny and touch for as long as he could before rolling
them over and nestling between her thighs. The feel of their bodies pressed
together, skin to skin along their entire lengths, was even better than he
recalled.

“I love you.” Lisa smiled up at him. “So very much.”

“As I love you.”

He kissed her again, tenderly at first and then with a hunger that bordered on
desperation. To his relief, Lisa’s breath soon came in pants, her desire quickly
rekindled. With her hands stroking his back, she raised her thighs to hug his hips,
opening herself to him. It was the action of a woman confident in her body, sensual
and experienced, but as soon as she had done it, she froze. Lifting his head to
meet her gaze, Nathaniel could practically see the self-doubt rising within her.

Reassuring her the best way he knew how, he guided himself to her entrance and
pressed forward. Then, moving slowly for fear of hurting her, he joined their
bodies. The feel of her silk and velvet sheath encasing him pushed him right to the
edge. Panting, he rested on his elbows to keep his weight from pressing too heavily
on her smaller frame while he staved off his release. When he opened his eyes, he
was pleased to see the anxiety gone from hers.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For not making me feel ashamed of wanting you.”

“That’s cause for rejoicing, not shame.”

“Good.” She smiled and rocked her hips against him. “Because I want you so badly. I
can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it feels to have you inside of me.”

“Nor I you, but I fear I won’t last very long.”

“It doesn’t matter. We’ve got as long as you want . . . or need.”

Nathaniel smiled. His wife was an astonishing woman, but he had no intention of
taking advantage of her generosity in such a way. With his resolve to make this,
what should have been their first time, both memorable and mutually satisfying, he
began to slide slowly in and out of her body, penetrating deeper as she gradually
opened to him. With her hands resting against his chest, she stared up at him while
her hips moved in perfect counterpoint to his. The feel of her skin sliding against
his increased Nathaniel’s passion tenfold, tingling shocks of pleasure racing down
his spine and settling low in his groin.

Holding off for as long as he could, Nathaniel groaned when Lisa’s body began to
pulse around him. Arching her back, she cried his name, a look of joy sweeping
across her delicate features—and he quickly withdrew. His climax was almost painful
in its intensity, his body shuddering as he held her close while she trembled in
his arms. When he was finally spent, he rolled onto his side, drawing Lisa with him
and making sure to keep the small towel he’d used to protect her from his seed
between them.

“Nathaniel?” She rose up on one elbow after their breathing had returned to normal.
Not worrying about modesty, she let the sheet fall to her waist, and he was
momentarily distracted by the sight of her luscious breasts.
“Nathaniel,” she repeated, a hint of censure in her tone.

“Hmm?” He lifted his gaze to hers, smirking to show he wasn’t the least chastened.

“Why did you withdraw?” she asked, and his expression sobered.

His desire to wait to start a family had been strengthened by what he’d learned at
the charity home. He had been shocked to discover how many young women died as a
result of giving birth before their bodies were fully matured. While Lisa was
nineteen, no longer a child, her hips were still slender. Added to his concern was
the knowledge her mother had lost several babes, eventually succumbing to childbed
fever after giving birth to Lisa’s brother, the boy only surviving a few days. All
things considered, Nathaniel was in no hurry to start a family, not when losing the
wife he loved more than life itself was a possible outcome.

Mirroring her position, he rose up on one elbow and brushed his fingers down her
cheek.

“We discussed this, remember? I asked if you would mind waiting a while to have a
babe, and you agreed.”

“Yes, but you didn’t need to withdraw. I took care of things.”

“You took care of things?”

“I used the sponge you gave me.” She bit her lip, her expression uncertain.

“You kept it. Why?”

He hadn’t meant to sound accusing, but Lisa sat up, clutching the sheet in front of
her.

“The same reason I kept the pictures I drew of you, of the two of us together, even
though I thought you were going to marry Lucinda.”

“To remember us by, of course. I just didn’t expect . . .” His words trailed off,
and Lisa moved farther away.

“You didn’t expect me to use the sponge now that I’m your wife not your mistress.”

“Well, no.”

Lisa dropped her head, and he was shocked to see her blinking, as if she was
fighting tears.

“Sweetheart.” He sat up and put an arm around her shoulder, drawing her stiff form
against his shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You just took me by surprise. I
didn’t think you would be comfortable using such a method now that, well . . .”

“Now we both know I’m a lady, not a commoner.”

He nodded.

“I don’t see why not,” she said, a hint of defiance in her tone. “It works—at
least, it did in the past—and you don’t have to, you know.”

“You prefer it when I don’t withdraw?”

“Don’t you?”

“Well, of course, but I’ll make whatever sacrifices are necessary to keep you
safe.”

“Safe?” Lisa frowned. “Safe from what?”

“A premature confinement. I want us to wait, not only to give us time together as

husband and wife before expanding our family, but until your body is fully
matured.”

“Nathaniel, I’m nineteen. I think my body is as mature as it is going to get,” she

said flatly.

“I spoke with a doctor, several actually,” he admitted, and her brows rose. “The
consensus is waiting until a woman has passed her twentieth birthday by a year or
two to conceive reduces the risks involved with childbirth. I considered suggesting
we postpone the wedding, but I feared the King would use a prolonged delay to sway
you to his will.”

“Sway me?” Lisa raised her chin. “You think I am so easily diverted that my
affections could be transferred to another if we’d been forced to wait?”

Nathaniel barely restrained a snort. “No, of course not. You’re one of the most
single-minded young ladies I’ve ever met.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that I fully expect you to love me to the end of our days regardless of my
lack of tact.” He spread his hands by way of apology while wondering how this
conversation had so swiftly gotten out of hand.

“What I meant to say was I feared the King might find a way to force you to his
will if given the chance,” he said, hoping to mollify her with his explanation. “I
knew you weren’t averse to my using precautions, and in all honesty, I don’t think
I could have waited another day to make you mine . . . again.”

Lisa’s expression softened, her lips twitching with the hint of a smile.

“So you’re not offended by my using the sponge?”

“Why would it offend me?” Nathaniel frowned. “I feared you might find the process
distasteful. It’s not something gentlemen normally ask of their wives.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe they should. I imagine it is a lot more reliable
at preventing conception than withdrawing at the last possible moment. Plus, it has
the added bonus of our not having to stop after the first time.”

Nathaniel couldn’t hide his shock. “You’d like to make love again . . . more than
once?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Groaning, he ran his hand through his hair. What he wanted and what was acceptable
husbandly behaviour were two different things.

“That’s very kind of you, but it’s not necessary.” He smiled, hoping to reassure
her. “You’ve had a long day and need your rest.”
Lisa opened her mouth, but he silenced her with a kiss, as he highly doubted he
could resist a second offer. She really was too generous for her own good. Rising
from the bed, Nathaniel dealt with the towel and then quickly donned his
nightshirt. Collecting her gown from beside the bed, he looked up to find Lisa
watching him.

“Was it not to your liking?” she asked. “Was I too forward?”

“No!” He sat beside her on the bed. “It was perfect, as are you. I just don’t want
you to think I expect more of you as my wife than is reasonable.”

“Reasonable.” She nodded slowly. “You said wives were cold, unfeeling, and took no
pleasure in marital relations.”

“Which just goes to prove how much of an idiot I can be.” He kissed the tip of her
nose. “But you need have no fear of my taking advantage of you or behaving
inappropriately as your husband.”

Lisa looked like she might argue again, so he pushed the gown into her hands.

“This doesn’t look comfortable for sleeping with all that lace. Would you rather I
collected one of your older gowns from your dressing room?”

“No, it’s fine,” she muttered, tugging the delicate material over her head in such
a forceful way he was surprised it didn’t tear. Slumping down on the pillow, she
turned to face the wall. When he joined her, she kept her back to him, and
Nathaniel feared he’d upset her. Placing an arm around her waist, he pulled her
close, though not too close or she might detect his continued arousal.

“Good night,” he whispered.

“Good night,” she said after a long pause, and Nathaniel sighed.

He’d been warned that wives were prickly creatures. He just hadn’t expected as much
from Lisa, certainly not on their wedding night. Still, it had been a long day.

Chapter 24

Contradictions

Lisa waited until she was certain Nathaniel was asleep to get up and use the water
closet located in the adjoining bathing room.

“Stupid, stubborn man,” she muttered, tempted to throw the sponge in the rubbish.
All his talk of accepting her the way she was—that she was the same girl he had
fallen in love with when he had believed her a maid, and of course he didn’t want
her to change now that he knew she was a lady—was utter rot. While he had enjoyed
the benefits of her previous wantonness immensely, it was clear he now believed
such behaviour to be wicked or, at the very least, inappropriate.

Grumbling under her breath, Lisa made her way in the semidarkness to her new
dressing room, rummaging around until she found a plain cotton nightgown. Nathaniel
had been right about one thing—the beautiful nightgown was not designed for sleep.
The lace itched, and she feared the wide neckline could cause it to fall off her
shoulders. God forbid he should awaken and find her half naked. He might think she
was attempting to seduce him.

A sob erupted from Lisa’s lips, and she muffled it with her hand. After indulging
in a few angry tears, she considered the possibility she was judging Nathaniel too
harshly. It wasn’t as if their wedding night had been a complete disaster. He’d
been very attentive, clearly determined she enjoy their lovemaking as much as he
did. It was obvious he still appreciated her responsiveness, but he also appeared
to be under the impression she’d been transformed by acknowledgement of her station
and the exchanging of matrimonial vows into a wilting lily who required excessive
amounts of rest.

Taking a seat in her dressing room, Lisa allowed a few more tears to fall. She’d
been through so much, and tonight was supposed to be one of the happiest of her
life, not limited by expectations she had no desire to meet.

Unsure how to proceed, she decided she would take her cue from her husband—
temporarily. At least now that they were married she had time on her side, time in
which he would surely come to his senses.

After three days of marriage, Lisa’s confidence had taken somewhat of a beating.
While settling into their new home was a congenial exercise, navigating the more
intimate aspects of their relationship was a little more complicated.

Nathaniel continued to share her bed, or invite her into his, the first part of
each evening undeniably pleasant. His attentiveness ensured she found no fault in
their lovemaking, but he seemed convinced his lady wife would not, could not, enjoy
anything other than the most conservative of couplings. After his reaction on their
wedding night, she decided not to raise the possibility of their making love more
than once a day, hoping to entice him without words when he was at his most
vulnerable—first thing in the morning. Her plan fell by the wayside when she awoke
to find his side of the bed empty, an occurrence he appeared to be making a habit.

Lisa refused to be disheartened. While she understood a wife must behave with more
circumspection than a mistress, she was convinced their marriage need not be overly
different than the life Nathaniel had wanted them to lead when he’d believed her a
commoner. She just needed to convince him.

On the journey from London to visit his country estate and her new home, Marsden
Park, they spent the first night in a luxurious inn. Lisa wasn’t worried when he
requested separate suites, as appearances must be maintained. But she couldn’t
deny, or hide, her disappointment when he didn’t join her.

“We’ve shared a bed every night since the wedding,” he murmured for her ears only
when she asked him the reason for his absence over breakfast the next morning.
“Considering the arduous journey, I thought you would appreciate a rest.”

“A rest,” Lisa echoed, her hopes of success becoming a little less certain. When he
stayed away the second night of their journey, they were further deflated. If he
didn’t put aside his excessive concern for her well-being once they were farther
away from society’s frustrating rules and expectations, she wasn’t sure what she
was going to do.

Topping the rise to Marsden Park, Lisa lifted up from her seat to gain a better
view.
“It’s lovely.” She smiled down at Nathaniel.

“Not as grand as Worthington Hall, of course.”

“Which is a good thing,” she said, taking in the sweeping drive, manicured gardens,
and elegant three-storey red brick mansion. “It’s perfect.”

“As are you.”

Surprising her, Nathaniel drew her down beside him and captured her lips.
Unperturbed that their display of affection was witnessed by the various gardeners,
farm workers, and tenants who had come to view their arrival, he kissed her
soundly.

“Nathaniel.” She broke away with a breathless laugh. “People are watching. What
will they think of your new marchioness for allowing such familiarity?”

“Nothing untoward, I can assure you.” She raised a brow, and he continued. “You’re
the nation’s sweetheart, my darling, and can do no wrong in their eyes.”

Lisa huffed a breath at his nonsense. “Very well. What will they think of their
incumbent lord for his outrageous behaviour?”

“Me? Outrageous?”

“Kissing one’s new bride in public is hardly the done thing.”

“It is when one’s bride is as beautiful as mine.” With a smug smile curving his now
reddened lips, he placed his arm around her shoulders for all to see. “Don’t worry.
They’ll be too busy concluding I am the most fortunate of men to be bothered with
judgement.”

Lisa wasn’t so sure but did her best to enjoy the moment, contradictory though his
behaviour might be.

“And this is your new artist’s studio,” Nathaniel announced with unmistakeable
pride after taking her on a tour of the main areas of the home.

“Studio?”

Wearing a puzzled smile, Lisa followed him into the sunny, south-facing room, its
floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens and river that meandered past
Marsden Park. An easel stood ready, a blank canvas resting upon it. All manner of
supplies lined the shelves, with jars of powders and oil ready for mixing on a
conveniently located workbench.

“I had the supplies purchased in the city and have received several recommendations
for notable tutors residing in the district. Just say the word, and your lessons
can begin.”

“But I’ve already had lessons.” She looked around her in bemusement. “Lots of them.
I was told my talent is limited and unlikely to develop further.”

“Rubbish.” Nathaniel’s brow furrowed in a scowl she thought excessive for the
occasion. “Your sketches are wonderful, and the little self-portrait you did for me
captured your likeness perfectly.”
“After more than a dozen attempts,” she said dryly, wandering the room and taking
in its many treasures.

“Would you not enjoy the opportunity to indulge your hobby? I was looking forward
to hanging some of your paintings in our home. I thought you’d be pleased.”

“I am.” She tried to sound grateful. “But I fear your expectations are unrealistic.
I’m a dabbler, nothing more.”

“Well, then, you can dabble to your heart’s content, and I will gush excessively.”

Coming to stand behind her, he wrapped his arms around Lisa’s waist and rested his
head on her shoulder. At times like this, when he lowered his guard and allowed a
greater degree of familiarity between them, she could almost fool herself into
believing they were back at Worthington. Although if that had been the case, she’d
not have hesitated to tell Nathaniel the truth.

As much as she appreciated the opportunity he was giving her to spend some time
sketching and painting, what she would have preferred was the chance to indulge her
much greater passion—baking. But it wasn’t done for the wife of a marquis to spend
her time wearing an apron, elbow deep in flour, and in the company of her kitchen
staff.

After making a deliberate fuss over his gift, Lisa plucked up the courage to ask
Nathaniel for a tour of the kitchens.

“As mistress of the household, it is part of my duties to oversee their running,”

she added at his puzzled glance.

“But isn’t that Mrs Jones’ job? I’m sure she’ll report to you regularly, requesting
your approval of menus and the like.”

“Please, Nathaniel? I’d like to see them.”

“Of course. Anything you desire.”

He smiled, but Lisa struggled to mirror it. She could have anything she desired as
long as it wasn’t a return to the uninhibited relationship they’d previously
shared.

Chef Louis welcomed her warmly, and she smiled at the rest of the kitchen staff.
The servants from their London house had travelled ahead of the honeymooners to
ensure all would be in readiness upon their arrival.

“Are the facilities to your liking?” Lisa asked, eyeing the gleaming benches and
neatly arranged utensils covetously. Unable to resist, she lifted the lid on a pot
simmering on one of the enormous stove tops, savouring the smell of the French
onion soup they would be served at some point, she imagined. A quick peek in the
oven revealed Louis was preparing fruit scones, one of Lisa’s favourites, for their
afternoon tea.

“The kitchen is newly renovated and perfectly adequate,” Louis said, batting her
hands away with a cloth. “But how many times have I warned you about opening the
oven without checking with me first, chérie? What if I had been raising a soufflé?”

“Then I would have been suitably chastened.” Lisa smiled. “And seriously concerned
about my sense of smell.”

The Frenchman chuckled and asked Lisa when she would be joining him for a pastry
baking session. “I’m yet to learn the secret to the chocolate pastries you told me
so much about. I’d like a demonstration.”

“Oh, I don’t think that will be possible.” Her smile fading, Lisa looked to where
Nathaniel was observing the exchange. “Spending time baking isn’t appropriate
behaviour for a marchioness.”

“Says who?” he asked.

“Everyone, I imagine.”

Ignoring the watching staff, Nathaniel closed the distance between them and rested
his hands on her shoulders.

“Well, everyone can mind their own business. If my wife wants to spend time baking
delicacies which, I can assure you, I will greatly enjoy eating, then she jolly
well shall.”

“Truly?” Lisa blinked. “But aren’t you concerned about what people will think?”

“Not in the least. But we don’t have to make a public announcement if you would
prefer to keep your hobby a secret.”

“It’s hardly a secret,” she said wryly. “The entire country has learned the
shocking news I worked as a pastry chef when in hiding. Although I don’t think our
neighbours will be impressed if they hear I’ve voluntarily returned to the
kitchen.”

Nathaniel shrugged and looked to the hovering staff.

“Do you think we could keep this between us so as not to embarrass the Marchioness?
She loves to bake, and I want her to be able to enjoy her hobby without fear of
censure from the local harridans.”

“Of course!” Chef Louis boomed. “Mademoiselle Anneliese, I mean Madame Marsden,
should not be deprived from indulging her passions, oui?”

“Oui.” Nathaniel looked to the other staff, who gave their assurances, then smiled
upon meeting Lisa’s stunned gaze.

“Are you certain you wouldn’t mind? Baking is hardly an acceptable pastime for a
lady.”

“It is if it makes you happy. I have been remiss if you think I would deny you
something you desire.”

“Aren’t you afraid of my taking terrible advantage?”

Nathaniel’s eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled a long, slow breath.
“Of course not.” He looked away before escorting her from the kitchens and
continuing their tour of the estate.

The encounter encouraged Lisa on two fronts. While she was pleased to know she’d be
able to return to a pastime she enjoyed, more importantly, she was given cause to
question Nathaniel’s motivation. If, as she was beginning to suspect, his actions
were a misguided attempt to ensure her well-being rather than a deliberate
pandering to society’s expectations, she had reason to hope for a return to the way
things were between them when the rules had not applied to her—the way she
preferred.
Not unexpectedly, when Nathaniel kissed her good night in the sitting room that
adjoined their suites that evening, Lisa received the impression he would not be
joining her. Again.

Taking a deep breath, she eyed him determinedly. “Shall I come to your room
tonight, or will you come to mine?”

“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart. It’s been a long day, and I’m sure you would
appreciate your rest.”

“Oh, you’re sure, are you?” She crossed her arms, and he blinked.

“Lisa?”

“You are sure I would appreciate my rest.”

“Well . . . yes?”

“Just as you were sure I wouldn’t have welcomed you in my bed during the journey
here, even though I informed you I sleep perfectly well with you beside me, better
than when I’m alone.”

Nathaniel winced. “I’m sorry, but I’d thought I would be able to sleep beside you
on those nights when we haven’t—when we can’t—make love, but I fear my self-control
doesn’t extend that far.”

“Are you referring to when I have my courses?” Lisa’s frown deepened. “I wasn’t
expecting us to share a bed then, unless it wouldn’t bother you lying beside me,
but they’re not due for almost a fortnight.”

“Oh, that’s . . . good to know.” Nathaniel looked a little squeamish at her

disclosure, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“So, would you like to join me, or shall I join you?”

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, a habit she’d heard his valet grumble
about more than once but that Lisa usually found endearing. At the moment, she was
too annoyed to think it charming.

“I can assure you, I feel perfectly well,” she added, hoping to alleviate his
concern.

“I’m glad to hear it, but we’ve already made love three times since we wed, and it
hasn’t even been a week.”

It was Lisa’s turn to stare blankly. “So? I can recall some memorable occasions
when we made love three times in one night at Worthington, not to mention entire
days we spent in my bed.”

“For which I am trying to make amends.” Nathaniel hung his head. “I appreciate your
lack of rancour over the past, Lisa, but three times in one week is more than
sufficient. Hell, most gentlemen would be grateful for three times a month!”

“I see.” She pursed her lips before continuing. “So we’re to be limited to engaging
in conjugal relations no more than three times a week—if that—because society
dictates any more is excessive.”

“Society?” Nathaniel frowned. “I don’t give a damn about society’s opinion or

anyone else’s for that matter. It’s none of their business.”

“I agree, but it appears my opinion counts for little also.”

Nathaniel threw his arms wide, appearing as exasperated as she felt. “But your
opinion is the only one that counts.”

“How can you say that when you’ve never sought it? Not in this regard.”

“Because I know how generous you are, and I feared you would . . .” His words
trailed away.

Lisa resisted the urge to throw a cushion at him. “Lie? Say I want to make love
when I don’t? Pretend to enjoy your attentions when I find indulging them a chore?”

Nathaniel took a step back. “Well, no . . .”

“Or is all your talk of accepting me the way I am the real lie? You say I’ve
nothing to be ashamed of, but what if I were to admit I want to be able to make
love more than once a night on occasions and that every night would be my
preference? I realise that might change in future, but we’re on our honeymoon,
Nathaniel, finally able to be together legitimately, yet I fear expressing my true
desires will incur your disdain.”

When he didn’t immediately deny her accusation, Lisa turned and left, afraid she
might say something she would regret—or throw something harder than a cushion.
Alone in her room, she waited for Nathaniel to follow her, but he didn’t. It was
only when she was wearing a plain, comfortable nightgown, curled up in her overly
large bed, that she allowed her tears to fall.

Chapter 25

Assumptions

Nathaniel stared at Lisa’s retreating back, his mouth hanging open.

What the hell just happened?

Shaking his head, he crossed to the buffet and poured himself a shot of brandy. He
wasn’t sure consuming alcohol would be the wisest move, as his thoughts were
already confused, so he sat nursing the drink while he rehashed their conversation.

If he understood correctly, Lisa wanted to make love every night, and she wouldn’t
be averse to more than once. In trying to protect her—from what he was no longer
sure—it sounded as if he’d made her feel inadequate. He had also put her in the
unenviable position of having to broach the delicate topic, and he feared she would
consider his stunned silence a rejection of her brave advance.

“Damn,” he muttered. He should have just come out and asked her what she wanted.
Assuming had made an ass of him, again.

Nathaniel stared into his glass before a smile slowly stretched his lips.

Lisa wanted him to make love to her every night, and she wouldn’t be averse to more
than once.
“Jennings?” he called, putting the brandy aside and wrestling with the knot on his
cravat.

“Sweetheart, are you asleep?” Nathaniel whispered upon finding Lisa curled on her
side, looking a little lost in the enormous bed.

“No, I’m awake.” She sat up and crossed her arms. “I’m not a child, Nathaniel. If
you’ve come to make sure I’m getting my rest, so help me—”

He raised his hands. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Then what do you want?”

Considering her less than congenial tone, he refrained from blurting you, despite
it being the truth.

“I’ve come to apologise,” he said, and she plopped back against the pillow. “Not
for offending you, well, not in the way I thought I had in the past.”

She leaned up on an elbow. “In what way, then?”

“I should have asked you what you wanted instead of presuming I knew best. I
honestly don’t care about society’s opinion, Lisa. What occurs in our bedroom is no
one’s business but ours, and I do not and never will think badly of you for wanting
me the way I want you.”

“Are you certain?”

The wariness in her tone pricked at his conscience, and he came to sit beside her
on the bed. “Absolutely, and I’m sorry for sending mixed messages again.”

“I’d say your messages were fairly direct,” she said dryly. “Just misguided and
ill-informed.”

Nathaniel’s lip twisted at her assessment. “Since my making assumptions has gotten
us into this pickle, may I be so bold as to ask for clarification?”

“You may.” Her expression was still serious, but he detected a lightening in her
eyes, giving him hope he’d not damaged things between them irreparably.

“Did I understand correctly that you’d not be averse to our being intimate more
often than a few nights a week, even more than once a night on occasion?”

Lisa ducked her head, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “If you’re absolutely
certain you wouldn’t think badly of me, then yes, that would be my preference.”

“Thank God!” Nathaniel wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both to the
middle of the bed. “Not that I’ve anything to complain about, as I can assure you
I’d have been grateful if you’d said three times a week were sufficient, but I
would be most pleased to accommodate your preference.”

Lisa giggled. “Considering you’re still wearing your robe, I’m in my nightgown, not
to mention the way you’ve tangled the sheets around us, it may take a while before
we can oblige one another.”

“Minx,” he whispered, lowering his head until their mouths met. Before the kiss
could get too far out of hand, he raised his head. “Promise me one thing? If you
ever feel disinclined, you mustn’t hesitate to tell me. I’m sure there’ll be nights
when you’re tired, or not feeling well, or just not in the mood for whatever
reason. I don’t want you to think you are beholden in any way.”

“I won’t.” Lisa cupped his cheek. “I promise to be honest with you, as long as you
promise to do the same. There may be some nights you prefer not to make love.”

Nathaniel barked a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m afraid you will need to be the one in
charge of exercising restraint, as I’m fairly certain I would still be eager on my
deathbed.”

“Foolish man.” She drew his head down to hers and kissed him in a way that was
anything but restrained.

“Let me up,” she whispered when they finally paused for breath.

“Why?” he grumbled, nuzzling her neck. “I like you right where you are.”

“As do I.” She wriggled beneath him. “But I need a moment to prepare if we’re going
to deviate from our established routine, and a little less material between us
would be nice.”

By the time Lisa returned, Nathaniel was waiting beneath the covers. She’d undone
her hair from its braid, leaving it loose around her shoulders, but still wore the
serviceable nightgown. After spying his robe draped across a chair, she didn’t
hesitate to whisk her gown off over her head before joining him beneath the sheets.
Completely naked. Just as she had on their wedding night.

Good Lord, he had been a fool.

“This, I like,” he murmured, drawing her into his embrace.

“So do I.” She pressed herself tightly against him.

They made love as they had on the previous three occasions since they’d wed, with
her beautiful body stretched out beneath him while he moved over her. It was
simple, sensual, and utterly sublime, and he made sure Lisa was fully satisfied
while finding no small pleasure in the coupling himself.

Despite the similarity with their previous joinings as man and wife, Nathaniel
noticed a difference in Lisa. She was less reserved, more free in her responses,
and her cries were definitely louder. Her enjoyment intensified his own
satisfaction, and Nathaniel’s groans filled the room. Finally spent, he maintained
just enough presence of mind to keep his weight on his elbows. But to his
astonishment, Lisa’s body continued to respond long after his was replete, his
slightest movement or caress or brush of his lips triggering another round of
pulses to contract deep within her.

“You amaze me,” he whispered when she eventually lay still beneath him. “I cannot
begin to quantify my love for you or the depth of my adoration.”

Smiling up at him, she confused Nathaniel by pushing on his shoulders. Fearing his
weight must be too great for her, he went to pull away.

“Take me with you.” She squeezed her thighs tightly, so his still-hard member
stayed buried within her as he rolled them onto their sides. The new position was
intimate but not overly comfortable, and she continued to push on his shoulders.
“I want to be on top the second time,” she said when he raised a brow, her lovely
face revealing a heady mix of shyness and determination. More than happy to oblige
her, he rolled onto his back so her lithe body sprawled on top of him.

“Better?”

She nodded, though her expression was a little uncertain.

“What is it?” He stroked a lock of hair back from her face.

Rather than reply with words, she sat up so she was mounted astride his hips.
Wiggling a little, she seated him more deeply inside, her actions elicited a
rumbling growl from his throat. With a coy smile, Lisa released her lip from
between her teeth to stroke it with her tongue, triggering another groan.

“You love me,” she said, her sober expression gaining his undivided attention. “You
love me, and you want me to be unguarded when we’re intimate?” Her voice rose
questioningly, and Nathaniel hated that he’d put the doubt in her eyes.

“Yes, Lisa, a thousand times, yes.”

“Good.” She nodded once. Then with a sultry smile, she rested her hands on his
chest and began to ride him. Her hair fell around them like a shawl, and he
shuddered as it brushed against his skin. Her thighs hugged his sides whilst her
bottom pressed against his groin with each rise and fall of her hips.

Nathaniel’s hands eagerly cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs.
Moaning, she arched her back, pressing against his hands and silently asking for
more. Eager to please, he lifted his head off the pillow and captured a swaying
breast with his lips, suckling the nipple against the roof of his mouth. When he
teased the sensitive bud with his lips and tongue, she cried out, and he smiled
against her softness and warmth.

There was a heaven, he decided, and it was right here on earth.

Lisa seemed to be in agreement, her moans of pleasure increasing as his hands

alternated between caressing her breasts, paying the same attention to the curves
of her bottom, and guiding her perfectly rounded hips. Not that she needed his
direction. She rode him, slow and gently, squeezing her inner muscles until the
sensations threatened to overwhelm him, then fast and hard as he thrust upward to
meet her downward strokes. Just when he thought he couldn’t last any longer, her
back arched and he felt her tighten around him. Holding to the remnants of his
control, he continued stroking her while her body trembled.

Only when her head fell forward, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, did he
surrender to his own release. Groaning, he arched beneath her before collapsing
back on the bed, his body shuddering as rapture coursed through him. With a sigh,
she fell forward, and he cradled her in his arms—his sensual, responsive,
determined young wife.

Chapter 26

Acceptable

Waking in her husband’s arms was one of the truest joys Lisa had ever known. It was
also much better than waking alone. With her head resting comfortably on his
shoulder, she trailed her fingers through the soft curls that formed an inverted
triangle in the centre of his chest. He stroked her bare arm in return, and she
sighed contentedly.

“Sorry.” Nathaniel’s lips nuzzled her brow. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re forgiven,” she murmured, moving to lie on top of him. “As long as you
promise to awaken me the same way every morning.”

“I’m surprised this is your first choice.” He ran his hands up and down her back,
his lips curling into a sultry smirk. “You wouldn’t prefer I woke you in the manner
I used earlier?”

Despite the intimacy of their position, and the uninhibited way in which she’d
responded to him throughout the night, Lisa felt a blush warm her cheeks. With
their expectations finally in accord, they had stayed awake until the early hours
with only short rests in between their bouts of lovemaking. Eventually exhausted,
she had fallen asleep with Nathaniel’s body curled around her, only to be woken
some time later to the feel of his hand at her breast and his apparently never-
sated member pressing against her from behind. What had ensued was a reenactment of
one of her fonder memories from their time together at Worthington, the new memory
one she would treasure also.

“Well, now that you mention it.” Lisa kept her tone purposefully prim despite the
shivers running through her. “I suppose there are any number of ways you could
choose to awaken me that I would find acceptable.”

In a flash, he rolled them over so she was beneath him, her hands pinned above her
head.

“ ‘Acceptable’?” He scowled, a glint in his eyes. “You dare to call my passionate

and highly skilled lovemaking ‘acceptable’?”

“Quite admirably so.”

She fluttered her eyelashes, giggling when he nibbled her neck with his lips.
Releasing her hands, he gently stroked her cheek, his grin fading. His change in
mood mirrored her own, as she was filled with relief at their finally being
together without reservation.

“I love you,” he whispered, and she nodded, her voice too tight for words. “And I’m
sorry for the unnecessary restraints I placed upon us.”

She brushed his hair from his forehead, and he turned his head to kiss her palm.
“You meant well, but it’s past time you ceased with the self-castigation,
Nathaniel. I wanted to be with you at Worthington, as much as you wanted to be with
me. We both made mistakes, but we’ve been given a second chance.”

“Which I almost ruined.” His expression turned bleak. “First by keeping things from
you, then through lack of consultation regarding your wishes.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time things have gone awry in my life because I’ve been
kept in the dark.” Lisa did her best to keep the memories of Copeland’s brutality
at bay but couldn’t control the shiver that coursed through her.

“You’re safe now,” Nathaniel murmured, reaching to kiss her cheek.

“I know,” she said. “But I don’t want to be left uninformed ever again. My father
sought only to protect me, and I appreciate that you were similarly motivated, but
I’m stronger than you think.”

“I meant it when I promised you there will be no more secrets between us,”
Nathaniel said. “It’s one I am determined to keep as faithfully as my wedding
vows.”

Lisa smiled, the tension leaving her body. “Now if we can just manage to
communicate openly with one another, I foresee us living very contentedly
together.”

“Our own happily ever after?” He smirked.

“It’s been known to happen.” Lisa eyed him archly before drawing her far from
cynical husband down into her arms.

Chapter 27

Celebration

Hugh was right. It was possible to have the best of both worlds.

For a long time, Nathaniel couldn’t imagine being happier than he’d been when he'd
made Lisa his mistress. Indulging their passion for one another, enjoying her
company, caring for and keeping her safe. It had been the highlight of his life
until that point . . . but not without it’s lows. Her insights about women, class,
and fidelity had been both curious and challenging, bothering his conscience. He’d
been willing to make what most would have considered a ridiculous sacrifice to keep
her in his life, foregoing marriage and a legitimate heir so that she would stay
with him. And when he thought he’d lost her . . .

A shudder passed through him, and Nathaniel reached for Lisa’s hand seeking
reassurance. On their way to Worthington for their first Christmas together as man
and wife, this was the second day of their journey.

“Hello husband.” She put her book aside and smiled at him.

“Hello wife.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Marriage to Lisa was even better than having her as his mistress and not at all
what he’d expected. Growing up in a household where there was no love lost between
the husband and wife, and society’s expectations hung noose-like over all their
heads, had warped his views of the institution . . . and ladies in general. Lisa
was nothing like his mother, ‘cold and unfeeling’ the least appropriate
descriptions of her nature he could imagine. Sometimes he wondered what his mother
would have been like if she’d not been raised with such a constrained view of
acceptable female behaviour. Thank God Rebecca had not been so stifled.

He was looking forward to seeing her and Hugh, the couple only recently returned
from their honeymoon. While Nathaniel still wasn’t comfortable thinking of his
sister as a married woman with everything that entailed, he couldn’t deny he was
happy for her. Hugh was a lucky man, both brave and determined, as he’d had to
endure being threatened to a fair-thee-well by not only his prospective wife’s
father but her brother also.
“What are you smiling about?” Lisa asked, snuggling a little closer.

“Just remembering the look on Hugh’s face when I told him what the consequences
would be if he ever hurt or disappointed Rebecca.”

“I remember.” Lisa laughed. “Rebecca was so cross, as Hugh wouldn’t even give her a
peck on the cheek after they were betrothed, refusing to touch her at all before
the wedding. Whatever did you threaten him with?”

“The same threats your father used on me when we were becoming acquainted at the
palace. He’s very protective of you and has quite the imagination . . . not unlike
someone else I know.”

“Hmm.” Lisa’s smile held a decidedly sultry overtone. “I do have an excellent

imagination, one I’ve put to good use to solve a minor dilemma of ours.”

“What dilemma is that?” Puzzled, Nathaniel watched as she drew the curtains. When
realisation dawned as to her intentions, he didn't know whether to laugh or groan.

There was something about a long carriage ride that inspired his wife to heights of
ingenuity, and they definitely could not manage a journey of any great distance
without her finding her way onto his lap. Admittedly, that was usually Nathaniel’s
doing. But in taking it further, the reality had not lived up to his expectations.

The night of the King’s ball, the hoops and petticoats beneath her gown had
prevented him taking things beyond a few tender kisses—that and the knowledge her
father would soon be re-joining them, and their decision to wait until they were
wed to be intimate. On their return journey from Marsden to London for the Little
Season, they’d been likeminded in their determination that Nathaniel should finally
have her in a carriage. While enjoyable, it had been an awkward affair, traditional
fashions not suited for the occasion.

Reaching the conclusion some ideas were better left to the realm of the
imagination, they had resigned themselves to finding other ways to pass the time
whilst travelling, at least, Nathaniel had. It appeared his wife was not so easily
defeated

“Sweetheart?” He raised a brow. She could just be planning on taking a nap, though
she didn’t normally worry about darkening the carriage before doing so.

Lisa didn’t respond but sat on the bench opposite and reached down to remove her
short travelling boots. Swallowing hard, Nathaniel concluded his wife had something
other than an afternoon rest in mind. For that, she normally just leaned her head
against his shoulder. With her boots removed, she sat up and eyed him in a
desultory fashion, though he suspected conversation was the last thing on her mind.

Oh hell. Even if it was awkward, it would be worth it.

His eyes fixed on her plump lower lip which glistened from where she had slowly
swiped it with her tongue, then they followed the movement of her fingers as they
released the buttons fastening her pelisse. With a shrug, the garment slid from her
shoulders to reveal a dress he’d not seen her wear for some time.

“One of the Worthington gowns?”

“Yes. One of the one’s I had modified so I could don and remove it myself.”

“Why did you do that?”

Lisa hesitated before answering. “In case I had to make my own way, without the aid
of a lady’s maid.” Nathaniel winced, and she rushed to add, “But it wasn’t
necessary. Let’s not focus on the reason why I have a gown that is easy to remove
but the fact that it is.”

After undoing the first three buttons of the bodice, she slipped the sleeves off
her shoulders, leaving them beautifully bare.

“Won’t you become chilled?”

“Not if you keep me warm.” She stood and closed the distance between them. “I can
do the same for you if you would like to remove your own coat. It is rather
restrictive.”

Moving as swiftly as the fashionable cut of his jacket allowed, Nathaniel wrestled
himself free—a task that normally required the assistance of his valet—then he
grasped Lisa’s hips with his hands. The fabric of her gown slid easily over her
skin, his fingers pressing into the flesh beneath unhindered.

“You’re not wearing any petticoats?”

“Or corset.”

“No corset?” Nathaniel’s brows disappeared beneath his fringe as he confirmed her
words with questing fingers.

Releasing a few more buttons on her gown, she leaned forward, giving him a
tantalising glimpse of her cleavage.

“Or chemise,” she whispered.

“Hell and damnation.”

“Language, Nathaniel.” Lisa giggled.

“Forgive me,” he sputtered, discomposed and aroused by the knowledge his typically
decorous young wife had the temerity to embark upon their journey wearing nothing
more than a flimsy gown beneath her coat for modesty.

Straddling his lap, Lisa went to work on removing his intricately tied cravat, a
deed she accomplished with little expertise but considerable tenacity. While he sat
dumbly, she applied herself to removing his vest and opening his shirt, pressing
against his groin as she wiggled and squirmed with her efforts.

“That’s better,” she whispered upon baring his chest to her appreciative gaze.

Embarking on a gentle exploration, her fingers brushed over his skin, their touch
feather-soft at first but becoming firmer as she caressed his rapidly warming
flesh.

Nathaniel responded with a low and guttural groan.

“You like that?” Her fingers traced patterns in the hair upon his chest then
trailed a path down to the waistband of his breeches. “My hands on your bare skin?”

“You know I do.”

“I like it, too.” She undid the remaining buttons holding the front of her gown
closed, the fabric slowly parting to reveal her bare breasts . . .
The huge fireplace at Worthington Hall blazed, its golden glow reminding Nathaniel
of the way the flame from their carriage’s brazier had illuminated the gold in
Lisa’s red hair. His eager hands had dislodged the pins that held it in place,
causing the curls to tumble around her in disarray, something for which she had
scolded him in earnest when it came time to reorder her attire at the end of their
journey. It had been worth it, and since the encounter was one she had
orchestrated, she could hardly blame him.

Lost in the memory, the flickering light reminded Nathaniel of the way Lisa’s skin
had shimmered while she had taken him on a long, slow ride to ecstasy.

“Sweet perfection,” he murmured, momentarily forgetting time and place.

“Do I want to know what that comment is in regard to, or do I risk your formidable
wrath for asking?”

The burn in Nathaniel’s cheeks alerted him to the inconvenient blush Michael’s
words had triggered, and he speared him with a look.

“Don’t tease him, Michael.” Hugh grinned. “I’m sure he’s merely ruminating on the
joys of matrimony.”

“Or maybe his comment was in reference to that remarkable soufflé Uncle’s chef
conjured for dessert,” Michael added. “Not only was he lost in thought when we
approached, he was practically salivating.”

“It was a delicious soufflé,” Nathaniel said dryly. “Though I’m fairly certain the
credit for its creation should rightly go to my wife, not Chef Peters. She
disappeared into the kitchens not long after we arrived this afternoon and returned
smelling of sugar and lemons.”

Michael snickered. “So I take it she was the inspiration for your words, one way or
another?”

Nathaniel’s laughter joined his friend’s and cousin’s before their gazes sought the
beautiful women, similarly clad in taffeta gowns, congregated on the far side of
the room. Sensing their husbands’ interest, the ladies turned to meet their
admiring gazes.

While Nathaniel’s primary focus was Lisa, he took note of the look Rebecca sent her
husband of three months. His muscles tensed, but he did his best to keep his
hypocrisy, tongue, and reactions in check. It was necessary for his peace of mind,
however, to avoid contemplating the reason Rebecca now glowed with the same
happiness and contentment that shone from Lisa’s face and simply be grateful she
was enjoying her role as Hugh’s wife.

Eleanor’s expression was more reserved, but there was no denying Michael’s and her
sojourn in Ireland had wrought a remarkable change in her demeanour. The look she
bestowed on her husband was surprisingly devoid of both disinterest and disdain.
While he doubted the acerbic edge to her nature would ever be entirely eradicated,
for the first time since he’d known her, other than during the short period when
she had acted to secure Michael’s attention, she treated her husband with something
akin to respect.

Unable to restrain their curiosity, Nathaniel and Hugh had broached the subject
with Michael earlier, eager to know the methods he had employed to bring about such
an improvement in his wife. Unsurprisingly, Michael had remained tight-lipped,
merely stating he and Eleanor had come to an understanding. Servants’ gossip,
relayed to Nathaniel by his equally curious wife, had revealed a shared bed was
part of their new arrangement.

“I think it’s wonderful,” Lisa had informed him after Eleanor offered a more
heartfelt apology than the one she had given prior to their wedding. Setting aside
her wariness, Lisa was eager to encourage a friendship with the woman who had
previously tormented her.

“You are the most forgiving of creatures,” Nathaniel had murmured while nuzzling
her ear. “But do be cautious. Only time will tell if the change in Eleanor’s
demeanour is lasting or merely some sophisticated ruse whose purpose is yet to be
revealed.”

“Oh, you.” Lisa had harrumphed. “You’re such a cynic, too often believing the worst
of people.”

Nathaniel had laughed aloud, pulling her with him to lie sprawled across their
shared bed.

“I’d say it’s because I am a good judge of character,” he had argued, rolling to
pin her giggling form beneath him. “But it’s difficult for me to defend that
position when I was so easily fooled into believing you were a servant. I think the
accusation of cynicism is a tad harsh, considering I was willing to give up
everything, if necessary, to have you in my life.”

Lisa’s laughter had faded at his words, as all thoughts other than pleasing each
other fled from their minds.

“Time to open our gifts.”

Rebecca’s announcement drew Nathaniel from his reverie, and he strode to where Lisa
was standing not far from her father and his new bride, Penelope. Ignoring
propriety, he nuzzled her throat just above where the Marsden rubies nestled around
her neck.

“Nathaniel,” she whispered, her words more sigh than rebuke. “You keep me under a
perpetual blush with your improper attentions.”

Glancing to the side, he was unsurprised to see the older couple smiling
indulgently.

“Ah, but I like your blushes, and I don’t think our current audience could care one
whit.”

“True.” She relented, shooting her father an embarrassed smile before taking a seat
close to Nathaniel while Rebecca distributed the gifts.

The other couples seated themselves in the chairs drawn in a semicircle, with
Penelope’s two boys seated at her feet. They’d been given permission to remain with
the adults past their bedtime, to receive one gift each before their nurse
collected them.

The presents exchanged—whether expensive jewels and gold or silver accoutrements,

or simpler gifts of hand-knitted scarves and caps, lace shawls, books, and trinkets
—were given with forethought and from the heart.

Lisa smiled at the sapphire necklace, bracelet, and earrings Nathaniel gave her
before giving him a look he was all too familiar with. He shrugged. She already
owned more jewels than she could possibly wear in one lifetime—her words, not
Nathaniel’s—but he liked to spoil her. The matching gold sleeve buttons, stickpin,
and watch fob she gave him were equally unnecessary, but he made a point of
receiving them graciously.

It was only when the grander gifts had been exchanged, the boys bade good night,
and the other couples were reminiscing over glasses of eggnog, that Nathaniel
quietly handed Lisa his main gift. Worth far less than the jewels he’d had
commissioned, its value was in the sentiment.

“What’s this?” she asked when he passed her the plainly wrapped parcel. “Another
book?”

Laughing, she gestured to the collection that had piled up at her side, her love of
reading well-known amongst the family.

“Take a look,” he replied, the huskiness of his voice giving away the gift’s
importance.

Lisa eyed him curiously before removing the string and paper to reveal a leather-
bound, professionally printed journal. Her eyebrows rose, but then she read the
gold-embossed lettering on the front, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

French Cuisine, adapted and illustrated by A. Barlow, it read, with the year, 1831,
printed beneath.

“It can’t be.” She reverently turned the pages. “All the recipes from the journal .
. . the ones I translated into English. You’ve had it made into a book!”

Her eyes widened further to see the sketches she had drawn in the margins of her
translated recipes illustrating the pages, along with her own explanations and some
of her original recipes in a section towards the end of the book.

“This is the first edition of a small run,” he advised her quickly, addressing his
fear she might be disappointed he hadn’t included her in the process. “I know we
said no more secrets, but I wanted it to be a surprise. You can rewrite, add
illustrations and recipes, redo the whole thing if you like. It shan’t be for sale,
of course, unless you want it to be, but for your own personal use and to give as
gifts to family and friends.”

“Oh, Nathaniel.” She threw herself into his arms.

“You like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” She hugged him again before eagerly showing it to the rest of
the family.

Everyone was quick to express their approval and admiration, Sir George the most
visibly affected.

“A. Barlow?” He raised a brow.

“In case it falls into public hands this will protect Lisa’s reputation, not that I
give a da—hoot, what anyone thinks. I’m incredibly proud of both Lisa’s culinary
and artistic abilities.”

“You do realise you’ll never get her out of the kitchen now?” Sir George said.
“Excellent!” Michael raised a hand. “I volunteer to be the taste tester.”

“Michael Stanton, if you develop a paunch I will be most displeased.”

The laughter that filled the room was tinged with relief that Eleanor’s rebuke had
been spoken in jest and contained no little surprise at the degree of affection it
revealed. Snaking an arm around his wife’s waist, Michael pulled her to his side.

“Never fear, my dear,” he said. “Your wish is my command.”

“Oh pfft.” Eleanor’s cheeks coloured with an uncharacteristic blush.

“Any requests for tomorrow’s morning tea?” Lisa asked, looking over Rebecca’s
shoulder while she flipped through the pages.

“Sweetheart.” Nathaniel chuckled. “I think the kitchen, and you, may be a little
busy tomorrow—it’s Christmas Day,” he added when her brow furrowed, her blush
rivalling Eleanor’s as the room filled with good-natured laughter.

It was only later in the privacy of their room that he answered her question.

“Any guess what I’d like you to bake for me sometime after Christmas?”

“I have a fair idea.”

“Chocolate pastries,” they said in unison, sharing a smile at the memory and the
knowledge of how far they had come since the day he had summoned her to his office
to offer his compliments to the new pastry chef.

Chapter 28

Fantasy

“Sweetheart?” Nathaniel embraced Lisa from behind, and she let the hand holding her
hairbrush fall still. “Would you grant me a favour and wear a particular dress to
dinner this evening?”

Her gaze rose to meet his in the mirror.

“The plain blue dress?”

He nodded, and her heart began to race.

“Why?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“As far as I’m concerned, we’re already living our dreams.” He nuzzled her neck.
“But there is a specific one I’d like to make a reality, but only if you think the
time is right. We don’t have to if you’d rather not—”

“No, I want to,” Lisa whispered. She’d never found the courage to tell Nathaniel
her dream, but in the eighteen months since they had wed he’d revealed one or two
of his own, and she was eager to see this particular one fulfilled.

While the memory of her kidnap and assault would never fade completely, it had long
since lost its sting. Life was good, better even than Lisa had expected, but
exceptionally busy. Family, friends, and Nathaniel’s and her many commitments took
up much of their time—the charity homes a major priority. They’d finally taken the
tour of Europe she had once dreamed about with Hugh and Rebecca the previous
summer, with various other members of their family joining them for different legs
of the journey. It was a relief to be back at Marsden Park, the busyness of the
London season and the somewhat disappointing Parliament sitting—where the House of
Lords had refused, once again, to pass the antislavery laws—now behind them. With
no visitors or major social engagements pending, Lisa was looking forward to
enjoying Nathaniel’s undivided attention.

“I definitely want to,” she said, imagining worse ways to begin this season of
their lives. Snuggling back against him, she wondered if they could skip dinner, as
her appetite for food had been supplanted by an altogether different hunger.

“Do you think you might finally tell me your dream, so we can enact that also?” he
asked, and Lisa froze.

“Maybe.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “Let’s see how fulfilling your fantasy
goes first.”

Chuckling, he kissed her neck. “Dinner will be served in our private sitting room
in half an hour.”

A bemused Ruth had been let in on Nathaniel’s intention and had the old gown
pressed and ready for Lisa to wear, along with a familiar blue ribbon. Styling her
hair in the same, loose fashion she had worn the day she’d gone to the markets of
Worthey, Lisa was surprised how young and innocent it made her appear.

“Have a lovely evening, my lady.”

Ruth’s tone was teasing, and Lisa rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I intend to,” she said, and they both burst out laughing.

“Why don’t you retire early?” Lisa added. “I’m sure Ben would be glad of your
company.”

“Thank you, Lisa. I’m sure he will.” Ruth dropped the uncharacteristic formality.

Lisa had finally convinced her friend to call her by name rather than “my lady” all
the time, a testament to the strength and intimacy of their relationship. Having
Ruth and Ben accompany them on their trip across Europe had cemented all their
relationships. Though they continued to be employed in service, Ben had risen to a
position as assistant stable master and Ruth as Lisa’s companion along with her
duties as lady’s maid. Nathaniel and Lisa were glad of the young couple’s
friendship.

Unexpectedly nervous, Lisa let herself into the sitting room where she was met by a
surprisingly accurate recreation of the private dining room from the inn at
Worthey. Nathaniel was waiting by the fire but crossed the room to escort her to
her seat at the candlelit table.

“My lord,” she greeted demurely, unsure how accurately he wanted to replay this
scene.

“Lisa,” he replied, leaving her none the wiser.

A part of her was surprised he was willing to reenact this particular encounter—
with a very different ending in mind, of course. She knew how remorseful he was for
taking advantage of her when she was both naïve and in a vulnerable position, but
she had no regrets. Believing her to be a servant, Nathaniel had taught her to love
honestly and without inhibition, laying the foundation for the rewarding
relationship they now shared . . . and his more enlightened views on women of all
classes.

Eager to fulfil Nathaniel’s fantasy, she decided to confront the issue head-on in
an attempt to steer the outcome in her preferred direction.

“My lord, are you sure it is appropriate for us to be dining alone together like
this, what with my being a humble servant and you a marquis?”

He blinked, then reached for her hand across the table. “Are you sure you’re all
right with this? I don’t want you to think I’m disrespecting you in any way.”

“Why, my lord, whatever do you mean?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “All I know is
if you hadn’t come to my rescue today that horrid man would have treated me
abominably. How can I ever repay you?”

Smirking slightly, Nathaniel sat back, eyeing her from beneath hooded lids in a way
that made her heart race.

“Why don’t we enjoy our dinner, and then we can discuss my plans for you further.
Rest assured, there are any number of ways in which you could express your
gratitude.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

He rang the bell for their dinner to be served, and Lisa wasn’t sure whether to be
relieved or disappointed when their butler did not try to emulate the character of
the innkeeper but served their meal with his usual stoic reserve.

Relieved, she decided with a quiet chuckle. It was bad enough the staff talked
amongst themselves about the fact that, even after almost a year and a half of
marriage, Nathaniel’s and her honeymoon appeared to be continuing unabated.
Fortunately, they were all staunchly loyal and willing to make allowances for their
employers’ unfashionably affectionate manner.

Dinner was a slightly more haute cuisine interpretation of the plain fare they’d
shared at the Worthey inn, and Lisa savoured it while sharing a stilted
conversation as she struggled to remain in character. Acting had never been her
forte. She tried to recall the topics they had talked about before Nathaniel
discovered her true identity, and things flowed more smoothly when she turned the
conversation to poetry and literature.

“You have a remarkably well-rounded education for one of your class, Lisa.”
Nathaniel’s compliment was spoken in a wry tone.

“My father, the innkeeper, made sure I received the best tutoring money could buy
in hopes I might make a good match. I’m sure he would be thrilled to know I have
gained the interest of a marquis.”

“I’ll just bet he would,” Nathaniel muttered, and they both chuckled, falling out
of character for a moment.

After they’d eaten dessert and the table was cleared, he instructed the staff they
wouldn’t be needed again for the evening. In an instant, the atmosphere changed.
Lisa wasn’t sure if Nathaniel wanted to continue with the game, but once they were
alone, he reached for her hand.
“When I think of what might have happened today.” He closed his eyes, his
expression as intense as it had been on the night they were reenacting. “I can’t
lose you, Lisa. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

“You want to protect me?”

“I do.” He nodded. “By making you my mistress.”

“We could spend time together?” she asked, remembering how confused she’d been by
the term.

“A great deal of time together.”

“Good,” she said firmly. “I’d like that very much.”

With a gentle tug of his hand, Nathaniel pulled her from her seat and towards him.
She went willingly, coming to stand between his knees.

“I want you,” he murmured hoarsely. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw
you staring down at me from the window at Worthington Hall.”

“Then have me,” she offered huskily.

“I’m not sure you understand what that entails.”

“I trust you.” Boldly placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned closer.
“Whatever you want to do with me—or to me—is perfectly fine by me.”

Groaning, Nathaniel buried his face against her chest and hugged her close, which
seemed somewhat out of character for their little fantasy . . . or maybe not.
Almost from the beginning he had been very tender towards her. When he drew back,
his features were arranged into a deliciously dangerous expression that assured
Lisa the game would continue.

“What would you have me do, my lord?” She moistened her lips with her tongue.

“Unbutton your dress.”

She complied, a little too confidently at first, then more tentatively when she
recalled she was supposed to be an innocent young maiden in the process of being
seduced by an experienced and powerful man. A shiver ran through her at the
thought.

“Anything else, my lord?” she asked when her dress was unbuttoned and gaped to
reveal her chemise.

“I’ll take it from here.”

With gentle but deliberate movements, he pushed the dress off her shoulders, the
chemise soon following. With them pooled around her waist, her shoulders and
breasts were bared to his hungry gaze . . . and hands . . . and mouth.

If Lisa had still been an innocent, Nathaniel’s passionate kisses and caresses
would have given her quite the education. Not to mention the surprise she would
have received when a little later he urged her to stand so that he could divest her
of her dress, petticoat, and chemise. She was left wearing nothing but a pair of
thigh-high silk stockings and her slippers—not the attire of a maid, but from the
look in his eyes, her husband was happy to make allowances.
“Oh, Lisa.” He eyed her hungrily before unbuttoning his trousers and guiding her to
straddle his lap.

Gladly giving up the pretence of her being a virgin when the time came to lower
herself onto him, Lisa doubted making love on a dining chair would have been the
ideal initiation to the process. Their movements were a little awkward at first,
but with their combined determination, they soon achieved a workable rhythm. With
her hands tangled in his hair and holding his head in place, he took turns nuzzling
first one breast then the other until she cried out, finding her peak and enticing
him to join her.

All in all, Lisa thoroughly enjoyed fulfilling Nathaniel’s fantasy and gladly
retired to their large and comfortable marital bed, where she plucked up the
courage to tell him about her dream.

“I bent you over my desk and . . . and . . . took you forcefully so as to punish
you?”

Lisa nodded.

“And you thought it pleasant? You think you would enjoy enacting this?”

“I did. I do,” she whispered. “But only if you would enjoy it. It would just be
pretend.”

“Of course it would only be pretend. I would never treat you harshly, Lisa, and
certainly not when we were making love.”

Her shoulders drooped. “I told you it was shocking.”

“Not too shocking.” Nathaniel sounded unconvinced, and she was quick to reassure
him.

“It’s all right. I understand why you wouldn’t be comfortable enacting my dream. I
should never have mentioned it.”

“Yes, you should have.” He took hold of her shoulders and waited until she met his
gaze. “I’ll admit to being intrigued, but you would need to promise you’d call a
halt, at any stage, if you changed your mind or started feeling uncomfortable.”

“I promise,” she said solemnly. “As long as you promise the same thing.”

The next morning, with Lisa’s imagination—amongst other things—thoroughly aroused,

she sought out Ruth’s company.

“Do you still have one of your old maid’s uniforms tucked away somewhere?”

Lisa’s query earned a startled look. It had taken a while, but she’d convinced Ruth
that since she was primarily her companion, Lisa would prefer her to dress in
everyday attire. As the two women were of a similar size and build, Lisa gladly
shared her extensive wardrobe.

“Why do ye ask?” Ruth sounded more curious than wary. Ruth and Ben had finally
announced their engagement after Ruth had begun opening up to Lisa about the
barriers that existed in her mind and heart when it came to intimacy. Letting her
friend know the physical side of a loving relationship could be fun had gone a long
way to alleviating some of Ruth’s fears. Still, Lisa didn’t want to embarrass
either of them with too detailed an explanation.

“I’d like to borrow it, as I want to play a little, er, game with Nathaniel that
requires costuming.” She finished on a bright note, pleased with her inventiveness.

“Don’t tell me any more.” Turning towards the door to Lisa’s sitting room, Ruth
went to fetch the uniform, muttering on her way out, “I don’t want to know.”

With her hair pinned up in a plain-looking bun, her uniform neatly buttoned, and
short black boots on her feet, Lisa looked the epitome of a modest young maid. The
fact she had chosen not to don a rather strategic piece of her intimate attire was
neither here nor there.

Just before eleven she asked Ruth to scout the hallways to make sure the coast was
clear of other staff members. Then Lisa made her way to Nathaniel’s study, where
she often joined him for morning tea. Once she had snuck inside the door, she
quickly locked it and slipped the key into one of her apron pockets before turning
to face her, by now, bemused-looking husband.

“Good morning, my lord.” She curtsied, glancing to where the tea tray had already
been delivered, the chocolate pastries she’d baked earlier arranged on a china
plate. She hoped they could enjoy them together after they had reenacted her dream.

“Please forgive me for being late. I know I promised it wouldn’t happen again, and
you did say I would be punished severely if I continued with my tardy ways, but
please, don’t be too harsh on me, my lord.”

Nathaniel’s eyes sparkled.

“A prettily spoken apology, Miss Brown,” he said. “But it does not make up for the
fact that you’ve kept me waiting again.”

Lisa shivered at his severe tone and the hooded gaze he directed her way.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, my lord. Anything.”

A short bark of laughter escaped Nathaniel’s lips before he recovered his austere
expression and beckoned her closer with a curl of his forefinger.

“That you will, Miss Brown,” he said. “But first, I’m afraid, must come the
punishment I promised.”

“Oh, my lord.” She feigned tears. “Please don’t chastise me more than I can bear.”

Nathaniel tugged her hard up against his chest. “I warned you what would happen if
you disobeyed me, so there’s no point begging for mercy now.”

His tone and expression were so severe Lisa felt a moment of apprehension. Her
heart raced as she became caught up in the game that was beginning to feel
thrillingly, and maybe a little frighteningly, real.

“Umm . . . you wouldn’t actually hurt me, would you?” she whispered.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened. “How could you even ask such a thing? I’d rather cut off
my own arm than cause you pain. You must know that by now.”
“Well, it’s just you’re so very convincing,” she said in an effort to placate him.

“I am?” He sounded pleased and waggled his eyebrows. “Well, maybe that’s because I
rather relish the idea of chastising the delectable Miss Brown on my desk, which is
what I’m assuming you want?”

“Yes, please.”

His face took on a sinister cast once more, his voice dropping low. “Then stop
interrupting me.”

Lisa nodded dumbly, and in a flash, he spun her around so her back was pressed
against his front and the desk was before them. His hands moved to boldly cup her
breasts through the thin material of her blouse and chemise, and his growing
hardness pressed against her bottom.

“You’re in for it now, Miss Brown. I will teach you to obey me if it is the last
thing I do.”

“Oh, my lord,” she cried, thoroughly enjoying being dominated by her dark and
dangerous husband. Pushing back to rub her bottom against his aroused member, she
feigned ignorance. “Are you sure it’s safe to be carrying a weapon on your person
at a time like this, my lord? It’s not loaded, is it?”

“It certainly is.” He thrust against her, and Lisa’s body shook. Capturing her
hands, he held them together in front of her. “How dare you laugh at me?” he said,
more than a little mirth evident in his own tone.

“Forgive me, my lord.” She looked over her shoulder, imploring him with exaggerated
fluttering of her eyelashes.

“You shall receive my forgiveness when you have satisfied my desires, Miss Brown,
and not before.”

He tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and slipped his hands beneath.
The chemise was in the way, and she was taken aback to hear the sound of the fabric
tearing.

“Damn,” he muttered. “I’ll buy you a replacement.”

“Think nothing of it,” she whispered, gasping with pleasure when his hands slid
through the hole he had created in the chemise. While fondling her breasts with
bold strokes, his teeth nipped lightly at her neck, and his erection pressed
rhythmically against her.

If this was Nathaniel’s idea of chastisement, she would have to displease him more
often.

“You won’t make me wait too long for my punishment will you?” she asked, unsure if
her question was in character or not.

“I wasn’t planning on making you wait at all,” Nathaniel said, pushing her forward
so she was bent over the shiny surface of his desk, her weight resting on her
elbows.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, removing his hands to tug at her skirts, lifting them
high until her bare bottom was revealed to his gaze.

“Oh, Lisa, you are just begging to be chastised.”

Laying a hand on each cheek of her bottom, he caressed them softly, cupping and
moulding the soft globes beneath his fingers. Unable to resist, she squirmed
beneath his touch.

Then he spanked her.

The tap was light, with barely enough force to cause the mildest sting, but her
shock was profound.

“Nathaniel!” She stared at him over her shoulder.

“That’s my lord to you.” His smirk was unmistakeable. “Now hold still, or there
will be more where that came from.”

“But . . . but . . . you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I didn’t!” His brow furrowed, and he soothingly stroked the place where he had
slapped. “Did I?”

“No, not really,” she admitted. “You just gave me a fright.”

“The look on your face was priceless.”

It was Lisa’s turn to scowl. “You’re spoiling the game.”

He quickly sobered. “Silence, Miss Brown,” he said, holding her firmly with one
hand at her bare hip while he released his impressively aroused member from his
breeches.

“Heavens above.” Lisa’s awestruck tone was only partially feigned.

“I said silence,” Nathaniel repeated, though there was a chuckle in his tone. With
only the barest preparation, he entered her, quickly establishing a punishing pace.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he whispered, leaning forward to cover her body, his
mouth close to her ear.

“No, don’t stop,” she half ordered, half pleaded.

Nathaniel obeyed and continued to chastise her until she was overcome with one of
the most intense climaxes she’d ever experienced, which was saying something
considering the heights of bliss her husband had brought her to on numerous
occasions. Continuing to move until he had milked her body of every last ounce of
ecstasy, he held back from attaining his own release until she was reduced to a
moaning, quivering bundle of satiation.

Lisa vaguely recalled hearing his groan of satisfaction when he finally allowed his
body to seek its own pleasure, returning to reality to find herself being cuddled
on his lap in his large, comfortable chair.

“So, Miss Brown.” Her dazed expression met his smug gaze. “Have you learned your
lesson? Can I count on you to behave from now on?”

“Oh, quite to the contrary, my lord.” She melted against him. “I must forewarn you.
I intend to misbehave quite regularly in future.”
Chapter 29

Announcement

“Nathaniel, do you have a moment?” Lisa approached him in his study at Marsden
Park. It seemed appropriate to share her news with him in this room, as she had
reason to believe it was on the very desk where he now worked that this particular
part of their journey had begun.

“For you, sweetheart”—he put the papers he was working on aside and drew her to
rest against his legs—“I have as many moments as you need.”

Smiling at his declaration, she took a seat in her favourite place—his lap. With
his hands holding her around her waist, she linked her fingers behind his neck.
Even after twenty months of marriage, she was still a little awed by her too-
handsome husband. It was sometimes hard to believe he was all hers—though she was
going to have to learn to share.

Savouring the moment, she leaned forward at the same time he did, their mouths
brushing together for a kiss that sent a thrill coursing through her. She didn’t
fear growing tired of Nathaniel’s attention, her confidence justified to date.
Although they had their occasional moments of discord, she wanted him more each
day. The feeling, thankfully, was mutual.

“There was something you wanted to tell me?” Nathaniel nuzzled her neck with his
lips.

“More in the way of an announcement.”

He stilled before pulling back to meet her nervous gaze. “You saw the doctor?”

“And the midwife.”

Nathaniel had insisted she get more than one opinion.

“And?”

“And we shall be the proud parents of a, hopefully, healthy baby boy, or girl, in
late spring, early summer of next year.”

“Hopefully?” He pounced on the word as she knew he would, and she cupped his cheek.

“Both the doctor and the midwife said they believe the baby is fine, but I’m being
cautious as it is still early. We do have seven more months to go.”

If nothing else, life had taught Lisa to be pragmatic.

“But the baby’s well . . . you’re well?” Nathaniel shifted a hand to place it
gently over her stomach.

“Yes, the baby and I are both perfectly well,” she said firmly.

“And the delivery?”

His eyes measured the distance between her hip bones just as they had multiple
times a day since she had missed her monthly courses for the second time a week
prior. Thankfully, her figure had matured as Nathaniel had hoped it would. Her hip
measurement had grown by almost three inches since they wed, giving her a more
womanly shape, one better suited to childbearing. Regardless, he had wanted to wait
a full two years after their marriage before trying for a baby, and she knew he
feared their preempting the plan could lead to tragedy.

“I’m a fit, healthy, and extremely well-cared-for young woman, and neither the
doctor nor midwife could see any reason why there would be complications.”

“Ye’re not a verra robust lass, and I’d like to see a bit more meat on yer bones.
But ye’re sensible and, from what I’ve heard, not afraid of hard work, so I’m sure
ye’ll birth a bonny babe without too much fuss,” were the Scottish midwife’s exact
words, but Lisa hesitated to report them in full. The last thing she wanted was to
give Nathaniel an excuse to coddle her any more than he already did.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered.

Wonder filled his eyes, and Lisa smiled, anticipating his answering grin. When his
brow furrowed instead, her face fell.

“We’re going to be parents. I’m going to be a father.”

“A wonderful father,” she said firmly. “Kind, caring, involved. Our child will have
two parents who love it dearly.”

Nathaniel nodded, his expression solemn. “He, or she, won’t be abandoned in the
nursery, only brought out once or twice a week for a visit with his mother or left
wondering if he’s somehow displeased his father as he sees him so rarely,” he
added, and her heart ached for the lonely little boy he must have been.

Hugging him tightly, she was pleased they were on the same page when it came to the
rearing of their children. Once more, they would be going against convention, as
Lisa planned to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Having escaped from the
strictures of formal court life to live amongst the peasant and working classes of
rural France before meeting and marrying Lisa’s father, her mother had known which
model she wanted to follow. While wisely accepting assistance when required, rather
than situate the nursery in the most remote location of the house, she’d had it
located next to the parents’ suite.

“You’re still planning to nurse our babe yourself?” Nathaniel asked, not for the
first time.

Lisa nodded, and he blew out a slow breath.

“That’s something I should very much like to see,” he murmured, his gaze dropping
to the bodice of her gown. Tilting his head back up with a finger under his chin,
their gazes met, hers rueful and his chagrined.

“I would have thought you’d had your fill of staring at my naked breasts.”

“Never! Though my desire to see our babe at your breast is not entirely puerile,”
he defended. “There is something about the thought of my wife nursing my child that
stirs very primitive instincts in me.”

“Considering we were engaged in a rather primitive act when this particular babe
was conceived, I suppose that is understandable.”

“Since when have you considered our lovemaking primitive?”

“Since I’m fairly certain I became with child the morning we were acting out my
dream, that’s when.”

Nathaniel’s eyes widened. “Here . . . on my desk? How can you be sure?”

“Well . . .” Lisa pulled a face. “Rebecca discovered an alternative method, a way

to calculate the ‘safe days’ when a woman’s fertility is supposedly low. I thought
a break from using the sponge would be welcome, but my calculations must have been
off.”

“Or Rebecca’s source didn’t know what they were talking about,” Nathaniel said
dryly.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Mind? I’m thrilled you’re going to have my child.”

The grin Lisa had been waiting for finally appeared, and she breathed a sigh.

“But I do own to being relieved it’s not necessary for us to reveal the details of
the babe’s conception. It will be difficult enough explaining to our children the
circumstances surrounding their parents’ less than conventional introduction.”

“True.” Lisa laughed, gazing up from her place on his lap to the portrait of the
two of them that held pride of place over the fire. She had painted it as a gift
for his twenty-fifth birthday, since the painting she had nervously given him for
their second Christmas together had been such a success. She was convinced her
husband was biased, although she had to admit the art tutor he’d found to instruct
her was far superior to the one who had discouraged her when she was a girl.

The first portrait she had painted was a more formal composition of Nathaniel
alone, and he had insisted on hanging it prominently in the grand entranceway where
the portraits of his ancestors were displayed. This painting of the two of them
showed her seated with Nathaniel standing behind her and to the left, one hand
placed on her shoulder and a smile on both their faces. Lisa had left ample space
around them for additions to their family as they arrived. The image her mind
superimposed onto the painting of their baby resting in her lap was one she looked
forward to making a reality.

Chapter 30

Family

“It’s too quiet, damn it. I heard a few cries earlier, but now she’s not making any
noise. Why isn’t she making any noise?”

“Would you rather she were screaming?”

Hugh’s tone might have been droll, but the effect of his words was predictable
considering the state of Nathaniel’s nerves.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” He took a break from his frantic pacing to
stalk towards his best friend until Hugh was backed up against the wall.

“Nothing, Nate. Now calm down.”

“I haven’t seen my wife for a day and a half, and I’m bloody worried. Don’t tell me
to calm down!”

“Nathaniel, lower your voice.” Rebecca placed a hand on his arm. “You’ll upset Lisa
with your yelling.”

His anger drained away as quickly as it had roused, and Nathaniel hung his head.
Maybe he should have taken his father’s advice, after all, and gone for a long
ride, but he hadn’t wanted to be away from the house in case Lisa needed him. For
what, he couldn’t say. A father’s presence wasn’t welcome at a birth.

At the sound of a baby's cry, Nathaniel spun to face the bedroom door. He stepped
towards it, then hesitated, his thoughts spinning in every direction. Ignoring
Hugh’s slap on his back, a blow that would have felled a smaller man, he froze in
place.

After an interminable wait, one that seemed to last for hours but was probably only
ten or fifteen minutes, the midwife poked her head around the door. “Lord Marsden?
Yer wife’s ready to see ye now.”

He didn’t budge, and she beckoned him over.

“Come now. After all her hard work, she’s eager to show off yer new bairn. Ye don’t
want to keep her waiting, do ye?”

“No, of course not,” he murmured, summoning the courage to enter Lisa’s room.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered as he slowly approached the bed where she sat propped up
against the pillows, a tiny bundle in her arms. She looked utterly exhausted and
beautiful and as if she were glowing from the inside, her smile was so bright.

“Look.” She dropped her chin to the babe. “We have a son, Nathaniel, a healthy baby
boy.”

Speechless, he knelt down beside his wife and child, awed by the sight.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” she said, tilting the babe a fraction so Nathaniel could see
him more clearly.

He didn’t disagree, despite the fact his son’s face was red and scrunched up like
an old man’s.

“He’s wonderful.” He finally found his voice. “As are you. Are you all right? I
heard you cry out a few times . . .”

“Shh . . .” She shook her head. “I’m well. A little sore, a lot tired, but
perfectly all right.”

She reached for his hand, and he entwined their fingers, squeezing hers gently.
Still struggling to find words, he blinked back the moisture that pooled in his
eyes. Then their son made an odd, snuffling noise, and his attention was diverted.

“He’s so tiny,” Nathaniel said, and Lisa harrumphed. He glanced up to see her pull
a face, and his already overwrought conscience took another stab at his heart. “Not
that I’m saying . . . it must have been very difficult . . . I think you’ve done an
amazing job . . .”

“It’s over, and our son is a perfect, healthy size for a newborn, or so the midwife
assures me.”
Nathaniel nodded, silently repeating the vows he had made himself during the hours
of waiting and pacing that, whatever the outcome, one child would be enough. Lisa
had provided him with an heir, not that he would have cared if the babe had been a
girl. Either way, he wasn’t willing to risk her life again, not when he considered
that her mother had died giving birth to her second child. Besides, he honestly
didn’t think he would survive the ordeal again.

The baby made an odd snuffling sound, and their gazes returned to their son.

“He’s got your hair,” Lisa whispered, fingering the damp locks that even in this
muted light showed a hint of curl.

“He’s got your eyes . . . well, the shape. I wonder what colour they’ll be?”
Nathaniel gently stroked the silky soft skin of his son’s flushed cheek.

Lisa’s eyelids began to droop, and he stroked her damp hair back from her forehead.

“Thank you for bringing our son into the world.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry it took so long.” She yawned, and the midwife came and
picked up the babe, leaving Lisa to nestle against the pillows.

Leaning down to softly kiss her lips, Nathaniel tucked the blankets around her. “I
love you more than I would have thought humanly possible.”

“I love you, too,” she murmured. “Both of you.”

“All right, that’s enough of that.” The midwife chuckled and placed the sleeping
babe in Nathaniel’s arms. “Time for her ladyship to rest. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an
eye on her.”

With one last smile for his beautiful wife, the Marquis of Marsden went to
introduce his son and heir to his extended family.

Two months after his birth, Lord William Stanton, Viscount Matthews—one of his
father’s lesser titles—and future Marquis of Marsden was christened, a reverent and
yet joyous affair. After the sumptuous luncheon at Marsden Park that followed the
service in the village chapel, Nathaniel had the joy of unveiling Lisa’s latest
painting. It was one their families had seen before, the portrait she had painted
of the two of them that hung in Nathaniel’s study, but with one very important
addition—their son nestled in her lap, resplendent in the lace christening gown
that had been worn by generations of Stantons.

Despite attempting to hold firm to his vow they would only be having the one child,
two and a half years later their families were reunited for the christening of
their second son.

His wife was braver than he. When Nathaniel would not be swayed, she took matters
into her own hands, taking advantage of him in a moment of weakness when he was
half asleep. Thankfully, Lord James Stanton came into the world after a blessedly
short and far easier labour, or so Lisa insisted. Six hours still seemed like an
inordinately long time to endure such suffering. It took even less time when their
twin girls were born three years later, but it felt a lot longer as Nathaniel had
been sick with worry at the knowledge she had to give birth twice. While both their
sons took after their father in appearance, Lady Patricia and Lady Elizabeth
Stanton were the image of their mother, with red hair, big green eyes, and smiles
that had both Nathaniel and their older brothers wrapped around their little
fingers within weeks of their birth.

Baby number five came as somewhat of a surprise four years later.

“A gift,” Lisa told Nathaniel firmly, despite the fact it was their getting
completely carried away during a long carriage ride on one of the rare occasions
they spent away from their noisy, growing brood—forgetting both timing and
precautions—that precipitated the babe’s arrival. Another beautiful little girl to
complete their family and keep her father on his toes, Lady Louise Stanton had her
mother’s nose and chin but Nathaniel’s dark hair and blue eyes, to his wife’s open
and his secret delight.

Nathaniel and Lisa’s love flourished along with their family, his pride in his wife
growing with her accomplishments. At his insistence, her paintings graced the walls
of both Marsden Park and Marsden House in London. A few even found their way into
the homes of their closest friends and family, as her confidence in her ability
grew enough for her to accept the requests she received to paint their portraits
also.

Lisa’s work with the young girls rescued from the city’s brothels inspired some of
their peers to perform similar acts of charity, though they seemed no closer to
making such evil practices illegal.

The antislavery laws were eventually passed, which gave them all cause for
rejoicing, but whilst young girls and boys continued to be abused in their places
of employment and forced into prostitution, their work was far from done.

Nathaniel and Lisa’s friends and families prospered. There were cousins aplenty to
keep their children company, not to mention a half brother for Lisa when Penelope
surprised and delighted Sir George by providing him with an heir.

Christmases were noisy, hectic affairs when they all gathered together, and they
spent an inordinate amount of time travelling between each other’s estates to
celebrate birthdays and for house parties. But it was worth it. Their family,
though separated by distance when they weren’t in London for the season, was closer
than ever.

While they had their fair share of obstacles to overcome, the occasional
disagreement, and blessedly few dark days to endure, Nathaniel and Lisa’s life was
filled with family, friends, laughter, and above all, love . . . once forbidden but
now freely declared.

The End