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“Second, I am a widow.” She went on as if he had not spoken.

“We will marry,” he lay back on the seat, exposing his tall broad frame, made to unbalance her.

“And you, a Duke.” She crossed her arms, defensive.

“In the castle chapel.” His glare branded her.

“You are supposed to choose-“

“In three weeks.”

“…a pedigreed, virgin, young lady.”

“You can summon a seamstress.”

“I am.” Did the darned man never relent?

“From London.”

“Not.” She continued.

“To make your dress.”

“Marrying you!” She concluded.

At that, his stance acquired a stony quality she recognised so well now. ‘You have my heir there.” He pointed at her middle with his bristle square jaw.

Last she checked, she did not. She shook her head speechless.

“We have not been cautious.” He completed.

She blushed intensely at how incautious they had been. “These things do not happen this quick.” She countered. How many of her friends took months, years to be with child?

“But it can.” He rebutted.

“Have you not listened to what I said?” She asked, annoyed.

“Your arguments are nonsensical.”

“Say whatever you want.” She came at him. He would marry her because of a possible child? What about the rest?

‘I do not care what others say.” He placed the paper on the table.

“You should. You are a peer of the realm.” She added. “And a war hero at that.”

He scowled at the answer. “I do not care for being a hero. I served my country, that is all.”

That he did not show any vanity in the matter caused her admiration. One more thing to add to her jumbled feelings. “The whole of England cares though.” Which put him right in the middle of the public eye.

“Let them.” His jaw up, he pierced her from under his long lashes. “I am a Duke. I have prerogatives.”

Why did the damn woman not want to marry him? Romulus wondered as her liquid brown eyes made him hot and uncomfortable. They were… compatible. Very compatible, especially in bed. But out of it, too. They shared interests. They discovered much they could do together, like fencing. She liked the castle and apparently did not have such attachment to town. And when they quarrelled, they set fire to the entire room where they happened to be. An inner smug smile warmed him. It made it much easier to make peace. The headstrong woman would not allow him to win every battle and he looked forward to losing some.

Not only that, he wanted her to bear his children, too. That was why he did not lift a finger to prevent it. The way they had been… assiduous at it, she would not take long, his certainty ran high.

“Besides,” he resumed the conversation. “You came to my bed a virgin, did you not?”

Her colour heightened even more, the most beautiful woman in the entire planet. “This does not count.” Her demure travelling dress and her hair caught in a simple chignon did not disguise her attractiveness.

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