“I see, I knew there was something wrong. He was such a kind and good man before.”
“I know. That’s why I fell in love with him. I didn’t even know he was rich when I met him. He’s built a huge business in the East of India and helped so many poor Indian families. They think he’s a god. I don’t. I just love him.”
“But you tried to kill him!” said Diana.
“No. I saved his life. Your grandfather there was about to shoot him dead. I am an excellent shot and knew I needed to shoot him first to wound him. He will live and I hope he will forgive me. This may have brought him back to his senses. If not, I don’t know what to do. I shall not let him take your child.”
A knock at the door was answered by Miller.
Doctor Parris stepped into the room carrying a large leather bag, a big belly and a long beard.
Diana couldn’t wait to speak to Miller about so many things, but she knew it would have to wait until the doctor had examined Richard.
“The landlord said he shot himself by accident,” said the doctor looking carefully at the wounded thigh.
“Indeed,” said Diana.
“He must be an ingenious man or have long arms. There are no powder marks,” said the doctor.
Diana shook her head not knowing what else to say. Miller sat in the corner quietly watching and Kahini stroked Richard’s hair.
“The bullet just missed the bone. It isn’t serious, but it would have been if someone hadn’t the sense to stop the bleeding quickly. He’ll be all right soon.”
The doctor dressed the wound and removed the tourniquet. “Who does he belong to?”
Kahini looked at Diana.
She looked back. Diana said: “He belongs to this young lady.”
Kahini smiled and continued running her fingers through his hair.
Richard’s eyes opened and he saw the doctor. “How is it?” he said.
“Provided you don’t shoot yourself again, I expect you will make a complete recovery. Make sure you change the dressings regularly.” And with that the doctor left.
“I don’t know what to say. What got into me? Why I’ve been so stupid,” said Richard.
“Kahini explained about the massacre. You can’t blame yourself, Richard. She loves you dearly. You could have such a wonderful life together.”
“I know. Kahini, I’m sorry about what I said about you having my child. I would be very pleased if we had a son.”
“It isn’t any of my business, but don’t you think you ought to marry the girl?” said Diana.
“I doubt she would have me now.”
“Try asking me. In the circumstances, you don’t have to go down on one knee as is the custom in this country, I believe,” said Kahini.
Richard smiled. Diana could see that his old self was creeping back into his soul.
“Kahini, will you marry a stupid man who promises to love you and care for you and treat you with the utmost respect and kindness for the rest of his life?”
“That description can only apply to one man that I know. I accept.” She kissed him on the lips.”
Chapter Seven
A special license from the Bishop; a very quick baptism into the Church of England for Kahini and all was set for the wedding.
Diana sat in the front pew with Michael on one side. Her grandfather sat on the other side with a smile on his ancient face though he felt uncomfortable in his new gentry styled clothes.
Diana still marvelled at the subterfuge that had happened in her family. As she sat in the pew she thought about the man she had believed was her grandfather but he was not. She had never known him but by all accounts he was an unpleasant bully. Her grandmother had an affair with Miller and produced a daughter. And nobody knew for years though before her grandmother died, she passed on the bombshell to her daughter. Diana wondered if her mother would ever have told her.
Calling Miller ‘Grandfather’ did not come easy though she had always had respect for the old man and liked him. Diana squeezed his hand. He smiled at her.
There were few guests. Isabelle and her husband, Jane, Ann and Cook and a few tenant farmers from Eylebourne with their wives and three old soldiers spread themselves as best they could around the pews to make it look more attended. Richard’s family still disowned him.
Richard looked fine standing in the aisle waiting for his bride. He had abandoned the walking stick he would need for a few months.
Diana blushed when she looked at the vicar waiting in front of the altar for the wedding to begin. Her glance went up to the pulpit. She would never get the chance for him to take her for real. She thought… if you only knew what a narrow escape you had Reverend and smiled.
The organist began to play.
The Bride in a beautiful white dress and veil came down the aisle on the arm of William wearing for the last time his Royal Navy Captain’s uniform.
Chapter Eight
Diana sat in the carriage with William, Jane and Michael as it thundered along the highway towards Devon. She smiled when she looked at the hand grips above the seats. Though it was a different one to the carriage that William had made love to her in, she couldn’t help feeling excited and a little damp.
She hoped her grandfather, mother and father would be coping with Eylebourne Hall until she came back.
The driver pulled up the carriage at an Inn in a little village in Wiltshire for the passengers to get out and stretch their legs.
Diana looked down the broad main street of pleasant houses and small shops. She saw a shop with a honey coloured Empire style dress in the window. “Jane, would you please take Michael and find him a drink in the Inn. And order us something to eat. For the driver too.” She handed Jane a purse.
“Err…” said William.
“I have another role for you William. You must come with me and tell me what you think of that dress. I may wear it for my first dinner with your mother provided it is not too… well you know.”
“No, I don’t know Diana. I don’t know anything at all about women’s clothing.”
She whispered, “You know how to remove it.” Diana laughed.
William blushed.
They strode over to the dress shop and went inside.
A scent of lavender was not unpleasant. Two middle-aged ladies who could have been twins stood behind a wooden counter. They bobbed a curtsey and the people of quality who had just entered their shop.
“I would like to try on that dress that is in the window, please,” said Diana.
“Certainly,” said one of the twins as the other stepped over to the display and carefully removed it from its frame.
“Is there somewhere I can try it on?”
“Yes, M’Lady. In there.”
Diana looked down a small corridor to a door. She made her way there followed by a twin carrying the dress. The other twin opened the door. It was a small room, about ten feet by ten feet with a wooden table in the centre and one chair. The twin laid the dress on the table.
“Would you like some assistance with the dress M’Lady?” said the one who had carried it.
“I think not.” Diana poked her head back around the door as the twins made their way back into the shop. “William, would you come here for a moment please, I need to ask your advice.”
William reluctantly obeyed.
Diana closed the door when he came into the room. “What do you think?” She held it up against herself.
“It looks very nice,” he said trying hard not to sound disinterested.
“I shall try it on.”
William went to open the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t stay in here when you are changing. We’re not married. What would people say?”
“They don’t know we’re not married. I’m wearing gloves; they can’t see that I wear no ring.”
“But Diana…”
“William! Help me out of this dress.”
William loosened the ties at the back o
f Diana’s dress. She slipped it down and off over her stockings and shoes.
As she stood before him, bare breasted and in her pantaloons and stockings, she saw a bulge appear in his breeches.
“William!”
“It’s your fault,” he laughed.
William took hold of her by the hips and hoisted her onto the table on her back. He pulled off her pantaloons but left her stockings on. Then he undid his belt and buttons on his breeches.
Diana lifted her head to see. What she saw made her shiver with excited anticipation. She lay back and opened her legs.
William slid his rock hard penis into her. She gasped with pleasure just as a knock on the door was followed by: “Everything all right in there?”
“Yes, thank you,” Diana called back trying not to laugh.
William started pumping, but the table began to move and made a thud thud with each stroke.
“It’s too noisy. Sit down,” she said.
William withdrew and sat on the chair.
Diana straddled him and felt him glide inside her without any resistance as she was so wet.
With her gripping the back of the chair and bouncing up and down the chair started to make a thud thud.
She climbed off, pulled him to his feet and lowered him to the floor. Now she climbed on him again.
Diana knew that this was not the ideal place so she would have to hurry him along if she were to satisfy herself and him. Now she could use the full force of her body going up and down while he reciprocated.
It didn’t take long. The sliding in and out soon became frenzied and she heard him wheeze and then let go. She felt his seed go deep and it triggered the reaction she had craved.
Another knock at the door received the retort from Diana: “It’s fine. We’re nearly finished.”
Diana quickly dressed and William reassembled his breeches. They stepped out of the room with Diana carrying the shop dress. “Sorry, don’t like it,” said Diana and marched out of the shop closely followed by an embarrassed William.
One of the twins remarked, “Well, really!”
Outside, William said: “I thought you were looking for a dress to impress my mother?”
“My dear William, I have more than enough dresses to impress your mother. And, by the way. I’ve decided to marry you!”
They both burst out laughing and hugged so tight they almost snapped each other in half.
Scandalous
An Erotic Regency Romance
By Passion Books
CHAPTER ONE
1815
The year was 1815 and I had just arrived from America to London. I was twenty-one years old and a widow. My husband, Oliver, who I had been forced to marry by my parents, had taken ill and died suddenly. That was a year ago. I was more than happy to be home in London. This was where I belonged. My time in Boston had been lonely and I did not like America. Now that I was back in London, I could partake in some of the freedoms that only widows were given.
Last year my younger sister, Abigail had married into an old English family and moved to a large estate in London. I was to stay with her for a few months. It was the month of May and it was time for spring parties and balls. Abigail and her husband William Wallston lived in a gated house.William was a kind man and treated my sister well.
I arrived to find an arched gate entrance that opened into a very large courtyard garden. It held a large fountain that trickled water on all sides. Marble statues lined the garden paths and ranged from angels to animals.
A large entryway with colossal doors greeted me at the entrance to the manor. Once inside beautiful Italian marble floors and ornate columns sprawled across the entrance. A large round table adorned the entrance, it held large Venetian glass vase that had a variety of fresh roses in it from the garden. The décor looked like it had been there since the early 1500s with heavy tapestries and rich paintings. The furniture ranged from early Renaissance through every decade up until the present. There was a parlor right off the entry, a large dining room that could seat more than twenty people with a massive fireplace. In the back of the manor sat a ballroom with a great library and sitting rooms that led out to the garden. The servants’ quarters were located in the attics. My room was located up the grand staircase off the galley with the rest of the bedrooms. It was fit for a princess with a canopy bed draped in fine white lace and the large windows over looked the gardens below. The walls were covered in light blue silk wallpaper with soft patterns. Stunning paintings of gardens and English landscapes adorned the walls as well as a large mirror with gold leaf bordering. I had a vanity in one corner of the room near the window to catch the natural light. It was a pleasant room in a grand house.
Still I couldn’t get my mother’s voice out of my head.
“Regina, you will be an old maid by the time you want marry again. Just get it over with now,” she would say on almost a daily basis. It was enough to drive me mad.My mother didn’t understand that I longed to experience the world before I was married off again. I considered marriage a prison.
I reminded myself that I was free from her incessant reminders that I would be alone forever. It was my first official morning waking up at the house, and I woke up to a loud knock at the door. I sleepily made my way over and opened it. In rushed two loud women followed by the maid, Magda who profusely apologized for the intrusion. Suddenly I was in a whirlwind of measuring tape and fabrics. One woman, who clearly was the boss, ordered another to bring in the gowns. The gowns? I thought. Within seconds gorgeous ball gowns were scattered around my room along with hooded cloaks and slippers. Being half asleep, I thought I was dreaming. She informed me that William ordered their services to provide me with as many gowns as I needed to get through each of the parties and balls we would be attending. I was astonished. What a kind gesture! I would be going with him and my sister to many events and it was of the upmost importance that I do not embarrass them. Therefore I understood his need to make sure I had elegant dresses for the balls and parties.
The maid, Magda, came in with an assortment of pastries and tea. I felt like a princess as I tried on dress after dress allowing the dressmaker to make the altercations to suit my body and height. I was in dress heaven. She chose ten elegant ball gowns of silk for the evenings. I had them in many shades each with their own unique design. There was a rich yellow gold silk dress that reflected light and made me look like I was glowing. A pale mint green gown of taffeta and silk gave me a softer appearance. It was perfect for the garden parties or a smaller ball or evening dinner. A pale pink dress went perfect with my complexion with satin pink slippers to go with it. I also had ball gowns in purple, blue, white, peach, red, crème, and silver.
For the daytime the dressmaker gave me seven dresses that were perfect for less formal occasions or just walking around London. These were in solid colors and made from thicker fabrics like cotton. They were also beautiful with intricate patterns and lots of lace.
After the fitting, my room was bursting with dresses and corsets. I was beyond excited. After wearing black for so long in mourning, it was good to be in colors again.
Before the dressmaker left she helped me pick my wardrobe for the daytime. It was a deep magenta made from soft cotton with intricate lace details and it went well with my pale skin and blue eyes. The maids piled my blonde hair on top of my head into an elegant up do with curled tendrils framing my face, as was the most recent style of the day. I applied a few puffs of white powder to my face to take away any shine and then I was ready for the day.
Of course my sister and I had to be escorted everywhere, but we managed to have a little freedom if we just took a chaperone. Today was one of those days. We were going to a garden tea party at a very large and prominent estate on the outskirts of London.
My sister burst into my room with great enthusiasm. She was younger than me and I still thought of her as a child. In many ways she was. She was always full of energy and once she started talking it was hard to get a word
in.
“Regina! Look! It’s beautiful!”
She twirled around in a pale green silk dress with small white lace flowers. It was lovely on her. My sister was a great beauty. She had a heart shaped face and large green eyes. Her hair was the same golden colour as mine.
“Oh! What would Elizabeth and Sarah Beth think of this! They would be so envious.”
Elizabeth and Sarah Beth were our friends back home. We had grown up them. They also came from a well-known family, more well-off than our family. We always felt in competition with them.
William could not join us today so his matronly aunt, Mrs. Roberts, would escort us to the tea garden party. She was nice, loud, and very proper. She was a widow and well into her early 50s with loads of money. She seemed to enjoy the finer things of life and knew how to have a subtly good time, which was appropriate for women. I think she enjoyed being with the girls.
We made our way out of the house and into the large four-horse carriage that waited out front for us. We rode that carriage down the labyrinths of brick and cobblestone that were the streets of London. The town was very vibrant and full of energy as it almost always was. We pulled up to a large stoned wall covered in green vines with purple flowers. It smelled heavenly. We stopped in a line of very luxurious carriages that one by one let their passengers off near the opening of the walled estate. Our turn came and very elegantly dressed footmen helped us out of our carriage.
We walked up the steps to the stoned wall where there was a large narrow archway. Men in black and white formal wear stood guard at the entrance of the archway. They said nothing to us, but instead extended out a white-gloved hand. Mrs. Roberts reached into a velvet-pouched purse and pulled out a white card party invitation. The man looked it over and then they both stepped aside to let us in. It was a very exclusive affair. We entered and walked down the long corridor and the sounds of a party echoed off the walls. At the end of the corridor we stepped into a vibrant garden teaming with people. Abigail and I giggled out loud at the sight of it all.
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