Isabelle's Mate (Shifters of the Bulgarian Bloodline Book 6)

by Daria Wright

  “Don’t look so excited to see me,” said Margaret sarcastically.

  “Oh please,” said Robert, “I’m no happier than you are about this arrangement. I’ve been trying to talk my father out of it since I found out, but he won’t change his mind.” He finally sat down, slumping down into a chair exhaustedly.

  “My father won’t change his mind either,” sighed Margaret.

  “Well it doesn’t make too much difference for you,” Robert said, meeting her eyes for the first time.

  “What do you mean?” Margaret asked angrily. “Of course it makes a difference. I don’t want to marry you!”

  “Lovely,” Robert sneered back at her. “What I meant was that at least you don’t have a boyfriend, as far as I know. Meanwhile, I have plenty of other ladies I’m interested in. I like living my life the way I want, and marriage is going to put a damper on that.”

  “Oh, you mean you like sleeping around with loose women and being reckless with your drinking and gambling?” Margaret spat back, getting angrier now. “I’m so sorry that all your wonderful plans are ruined!”

  “They don’t have to be ruined,” Robert said, surprisingly calmly. “At least, not completely ruined. Even though there’s no way out of this marriage right now,” he explained, “we can try to find some way out of it later, once our parents get the inheritance like they want and combine the estates. After they have that, they won’t even care too much about us being married.”

  “Yes, they will,” argued Margaret. “It’s not proper for a married couple to separate, not in our society. You know this.”

  “I don’t care about what’s proper,” said Robert. “I care about living the way I want, and that doesn’t include marriage.”

  Although Margaret hated to agree with Robert, she knew her happiness was far more important than doing what was proper and staying in an awful marriage. “Alright,” she said. “So we go through with the marriage to please our parents, but then after some time we separate.”

  “Exactly,” said Robert, nodding.

  “But it could be some time until that can happen,” said Margaret. “When it comes to matters like estates and inheritance, all the paperwork and documentation will take a while. It could be a few years,” she groaned.

  “We’ll just have to get through it; we have no choice,” said Robert. He looked at her, scowling again, “but that doesn’t mean we have to like each other.”

  “Of course not,” Margaret scowled back. “I would never like you. Nobody in their right mind would ever like you!”

  “You’re not exactly anyone’s cup of tea, either,” said Robert. “You think you’re too good for everyone. That’s why you’ll end up alone.”

  “Better alone than with a rake like you!” exclaimed Margaret. She’d had enough, and stormed out of the house to sit in the garden until her father came outside, ready to leave.

  “Why are you out here alone?” George asked her. “You should be talking to your soon-to-be husband.”

  “We talked,” Margaret said. “We’ll get married, like you want us to. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”

  “Your feelings will change, Margaret. William assured me that he’ll keep a closer watch over Robert to make sure he stays out of trouble as your engagement becomes public.”

  Margaret nodded, not wanting to displease her father, but inside she felt sick. Although she was glad she and Robert had discussed separating eventually, she didn’t know how she would be able to put up with him until then.

  Chapter 3

  Over the course of the next few months, Margaret and her family visited Robert and his family frequently so that their parents could work out the details of the inheritance and, much to Margaret’s dismay, the wedding. She usually tried to keep her distance from Robert, but sometimes couldn’t help but to argue with him and throw insults back and forth. Margaret was usually a calm person, but there was just something about Robert that always made her angry, between his scowl and his squinting green eyes and his reckless attitude.

  “You know, I feel kind of sorry for your parents,” she said to him one day when they unfortunately found themselves alone together. “You’re a grown man, and your father still has to keep an eye on you to keep you out of trouble. He told my father so. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

  “I feel sorry for your parents,” Robert retorted, “for having such a miserable shrew as a daughter.”

  “At least I’m not a good-for-nothing rake like you!” Margaret exclaimed back. “You’ve brought nothing but shame to your family!”

  Robert scowled back at Margaret, but she was surprised to see a change in his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she would think he looked a little hurt.

  Margaret stomped out of the room after their argument, and stayed away from him for the rest of her family’s visit. But on the carriage ride home, she felt somewhat bad about her comment. She still agreed with what she had said, but wondered if perhaps she had gone too far. She silently promised herself that from then on, she would take the high road and refrain from insulting Robert, no matter how angry he made her.

  This turned out to be much easier than Margaret thought, because on her family’s next few visits, she hardly even saw Robert. He would appear in the sitting room with his parents, but once the mothers and fathers parted ways to discuss the wedding and inheritance, Robert would disappear, probably off to his room, Margaret figured. This was perfectly fine with her, and she spent the visits sneaking books out into the garden and passing the time reading.

  She began to think that maybe if she and Robert could just spend their entire marriage avoiding each other, it might not be so bad after all. Still, she wished that life was different and that she was engaged to someone she was deeply in love with, the way she believed it was supposed to be.

  Chapter 4

  Later that month on another one of their visits, Margaret was sitting in the garden, absorbed in a book. The sun was shining and the beautiful pink roses in the garden smelled fantastic. It was a perfect day, and Margaret was in a better mood than she had been for a while.

  She suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and she looked up, startled. Usually, after the gardeners left in the morning, Margaret was the only one in the garden. To her dismay, she saw Robert walking, also holding a book. He didn’t see her, though, and settled down on a bench about thirty yards away. He opened the book and read for a few moments, but looked distracted. Robert eventually set the book down and gazed out toward the pond at the other end of the yard, his chin in his hand.

  Although she was somewhat hidden by a rose bush, Margaret knew that if she stayed sitting where she was, Robert would notice her eventually. She didn’t want to ruin the beautiful day with an arguing match with him, so she got up to sneak away quietly while he was still looking away. But as she was walking, Margaret stepped on a twig, which made a loud cracking sound as her foot snapped it in half.

  Robert turned his head and saw her. “Oh, hello, Margaret,” he said.

  “Hello, Robert,” Margaret replied. Unfortunately, she had to walk past him to get out of the garden, so she walked briskly, trying to avoid further interaction.

  “What are you reading?” Robert asked, much to Margaret’s surprise. She held up her book to show him, but to her alarm, he gestured for her to come join him on the bench. Reluctantly, she sat down. “That’s a good one,” he said, nodding at the book she held.

  Margaret raised her eyebrows. “You’ve read it?”

  Robert nodded. “Oh, yes, I’ve read most of the books in our family library.”

  Margaret didn’t want to insult Robert, but she couldn’t hide her surprise. Not only was Robert initiating a normal, friendly conversation with her, but he also liked to read, something she never would have guessed. “I didn’t know you enjoyed reading,” she said. “So that’s why you came out here too, to read?”

  Robert looked down at his own book as if he had forgotten about it. “Yes,” he said,
“well, yes and no. I’ve been trying to read, but I’ve been thinking a lot, too. And I think that I owe you an apology. I’ve been unnecessarily rude to you, and I’m sorry for that.”

  Margaret was shocked. She looked back at Robert, meeting his eyes. His normally mischievous green eyes glinted with sincerity. “I’m sorry, too,” she said. “I crossed the line with some of my remarks.”

  “No,” said Robert, “you were right. Although I’ve had my fun, a lot of my behavior has shamed my family, and I deeply regret that.” He looked down sadly for a moment, pausing. He then looked right back at Margaret. “You probably don’t know this, but I was very close with my grandfather, my father’s father who recently passed away.”

  Margaret shook her head. “I did not know that. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

  “Thank you,” said Robert. “He lived a long life and was healthy until the end. He always had such high hopes for me, though, and I’m afraid I never lived up to them. He wanted me to behave so much differently than I did, and I regret letting him down.”

  Margaret didn’t know what to say. It was as if the Robert she knew had been replaced by a completely different person. For the first time, he didn’t make her angry; she actually felt sympathetic and caring towards him. “I’m sorry,” she repeated softly.

  “I made my choices, and I suppose there’s no use dwelling on the past,” continued Robert. “I wanted to enjoy my youth, and have fun, and I very well did. And after my grandfather passed away, I spiraled into that behavior more and more, with the drinking and the women,” he said. “But it wasn’t fun anymore. I’ve recently realized that it was more of a coping mechanism now, using these things to shield me from real life.”

  Margaret nodded. She understood coping mechanisms. She herself often resorted to retreating to her room and losing herself in a book instead of dealing with her problems and her emotions. In fact, she realized, that was exactly what she had been doing reading in the garden: hiding from her problems.

  “I guess what I’m saying,” Robert continued, “is that I’m sorry I’ve been awful to you; I’ve had no reason to be that way. I suppose I’ve come to my senses over this past month, and in a way I partially have you to thank for that. Maybe we can start over? You still don’t have to like me, but maybe we can at least be friendly?”

  “Yes,” said Margaret, nodding. “I would like that very much.” They sat in a surprisingly compatible silence, both staring out toward the pond, lost in their own thoughts, until it was time for Margaret to leave.

  Chapter 5

  Over the next few weeks, Margaret could not stop thinking about Robert and their conversation in the garden. She had no idea that he was even capable of deep thoughts, of regret, of self-improvement. She would have thought it was all some kind of trick, but she knew from his eyes that he had been sincere. It seemed like his days of being a rake were really over. Margaret couldn’t help but be fascinated by this new Robert, and although she would never admit it to their family, she actually looked forward to the next time they would go visit him.

  Meanwhile, their wedding was swiftly approaching, and Elizabeth, who had taken the lead in preparing for her daughter’s wedding, was busy making arrangements. She would pop into Margaret’s room every once in a while to ask her questions about things like what flowers she wanted to have, and even to try on a wedding dress. When Margaret saw herself in the mirror wearing the wedding dress, she was surprised to find that she didn’t feel sad or upset, but instead a little bit excited. Even though she and Robert had agreed that their marriage wouldn’t last long, she didn’t have to be miserable about it, she decided.

  And so on their next visit to Robert and his family’s estate, Margaret felt the excitement growing in her. She was so curious to see how Robert would act.

  When they arrived, Robert first greeted her parents politely, then, to her surprise, invited Margaret to follow him to the library.

  “Shall we read in the garden again?” asked Margaret, trying to adjust to this new, pleasant Robert.

  “Whatever you wish,” he replied, “but I wanted to show you something first.” He led her to one of the shelves at the side of the room. “These are all books my grandfather handed down to me. Some of them have been in my family for generations.” He flipped open one of the books to show her writing on the inside. “This one was my great-uncle’s. Feel free to look for yourself,” he said, gesturing toward the shelf.

  Margaret pulled down a book and flipped through, gently holding the book’s old spine as she looked over the old printing and the small, neat handwriting in the margins. “This is fascinating,” she said. “How wonderful to have a piece of your family’s history in their old books.”

  They each chose a book to take outside to the garden and read, but as they walked out, they became so wrapped up in conversation that they ended up strolling around the garden with their books still in their hands. They talked about their favorite books, their families, friends, balls and parties they had both attended, and more. Time flew by so quickly just talking to Robert that for once, when Margaret’s parents were ready to head home, she wished she could stay longer, although she didn’t voice this aloud.

  Never in her life had she been able to talk to someone so easily, to engage in a long conversation that was so easy and enjoyable, yet so meaningful, too. Margaret realized as she was getting ready for bed back at home that night that these were the qualities that she wanted in a partner. She’d always wanted a man whom she could talk to, who was intelligent and witty and interesting.

  Robert had all of these qualities, and yet Margaret suddenly felt a sense of nervousness. She knew she was starting to like him, but she wasn’t sure if she could trust him. After all, could someone really change so fast? Was he really done with his old ways, or was this just an act he was putting on for the sake of their families? Also, Margaret felt something she’d never felt before. She had never really had feelings for anyone, so she had never worried about whether someone liked her or not before. But now, with her feelings for Robert undeniably growing, she wondered if he felt the same way about her, or if it was just part of his polite new act.

  That night, Margaret had a hard time falling asleep. She tossed and turned, thinking about Robert. Although she was still a little skeptical, she mostly was excited to see him again.

  Chapter 6

  The next time she saw Robert, things went better than Margaret ever could have imagined. The two of them strolled out to the garden alone together, where they sat down on the bench.

  “You look beautiful,” Robert said to Margaret.

  Margaret felt herself blush. Robert had certainly never commented on her appearance before. “Thank you,” she said, “you look very nice as well.” And it was true; Robert sat up straight, his hair was properly combed, and the hungover look he used to permanently seem to have about him was nowhere to be found anymore. His green eyes were fully opened and gazed into hers. His eyes looked so honest and caring that Margaret decided to let herself trust him.

  So as he put his hand on hers, she didn’t pull it away. “I know that when we first found out about our arranged marriage, we swore we wouldn’t like each other. Then we came to the agreement that we could be civil,” Robert began, and Margaret swallowed nervously. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect. “But,” he continued, “the last couple of times I’ve seen you, I’ve felt a lot differently. I’ve really enjoyed talking to you. You’re so different than, well,” now he was the one to look a little nervous, “than the other women I’ve seen in the past. You’re intelligent, you’re caring, and as I’ve already told you, you’re beautiful. Margaret, I never would have guessed this a few months ago, but now I’m falling in love with you.”

  Margaret couldn’t believe her ears. Without even thinking, she said, “I’m falling in love with you, too, Robert.” Once the words came out, she knew that they were true. She was falling in love with Robert, and as crazy as that may have sounded to her even a
month earlier, it felt so right now.

  Robert leaned towards Margaret, and she realized he was going to kiss her. She brought her lips towards his, and their lips met, at first gently but then with passion. As they kissed, Robert wrapped his arm around Margaret so that his hand rested on her upper back. Being wrapped up in Robert’s arms felt so exhilarating, yet so natural. Margaret felt butterflies and a sense of happiness and excitement well up in her chest. Electricity seemed to flow between them, and Margaret felt sparks like she never had before.

  “I know we were already going to get married anyway,” said Margaret when they finally brought themselves to pull apart, “but now I really want to.”

  They looked in each other’s eyes and kissed again. “I think I may just want to be with you forever,” murmured Robert.

  Chapter 7

  In the days that followed, Margaret felt giddy with love. She skipped around her house like a little girl, humming to herself. Her parents noticed right away.

  “Looks like I was right,” Elizabeth said, smiling and looking at her daughter.

  Margaret, who of course had been thinking about Robert, was jolted back to reality. “Right about what?” she asked her mother.

  “I knew you and Robert would grow to love each other in time,” Elizabeth said. “It looks like you just might be there already.”

  Margaret smiled and blushed. She still couldn’t believe how things were working out. She and Robert had gone from hating each other to falling in love, all before their wedding, which was now only a couple of weeks away. It seemed almost too perfect, just like a fairytale. She trusted Robert now, and was blissfully happy that he felt the same way about her that she did about him. It was looking like they really would spend the rest of their lives together, happily ever after.