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She knew its source, the cut crystal bottle, but the scent from the bottle and the scent on the man were very different. The knowledge rippled through her, raising a heathenish instinct she fought to suppress. She refused to be swayed by a man who counted her worth in pounds and pence.
“Thank you,” she said, and stepped into a room softly lit by candles and a warm fire.
Beside the fire sat a strong-boned woman, neatly coiffed, clad in a simple day dress and shawl, despite having been called from her bed. She sat up straight without appearing rigid, her smile as enigmatic as the Duke’s.
Like him, she commanded by presence alone. She would be fair-minded, Caroline guessed, though neither she nor her nephew were the sort you’d want to get on the wrong side of.
Currently, she was on the wrong side of both of them.
“The errant bride, I presume,” Lady Eleanor said. “Whatever are we going to do with you?”
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EBONY OATEN
This story copyright Ebony Oaten
Chapter One
Summer, 1816
The marriage ceremony was a simple and brief affair. Uncle William led the bride, Miss Jane Bartholemew, down the aisle in place of her dearly departed father. Mama sat in the front row, dabbing a handkerchief to moist eyes.
The groom, Baron Ealing, remained seated during the entire enterprise.
Rain fell heavily on the church’s tiled roof and smacked against the stained-glass windows.
It was only as Jane turned to him that she realised that the Baron sat in a wheeled chair. A handsome footman stood to his side, ready to offer his assistance. When it came time to sign the registry, the footman held the book for his master to sign his spidery scrawl.
Jane did not spend much time looking at her husband’s face. Nor did he spend much time looking at hers.
In fact, they had met only twice before, both times heavily chaperoned and both times the Baron had not stood up to greet her. Could the man walk at all? And if he could not, did that mean he would need assistance in the marriage bed?
Jane swatted the thought away.
As Jane signed the registry, the footman said, “Welcome to the family, Lady Ealing.”
