by Rose Pearson
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In the Arms of an Earl
The Duke's Daughters Book 4
Rose Pearson
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
A Rogue for a Lady
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
My Restless Earl
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Rescued by an Earl
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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Chapter One
“Amelia!”
Harmonia practically flew across the room, holding her sister in a tight embrace.
“It is so good to see you,” she murmured, her heart squeezing with both happiness and sorrow. “I have missed you so very much.”
Harmonia stepped back and wiped away a tear, her smile wobbling just a little. It had been almost a year since she had seen any of her sisters and she had found it a rather lonely one. Having been used to a home that was busy with her other three sisters and her father, it had been quite a shock to be all alone. Her father, the Duke of Westbrook, had been much recovered since his last bout of illness late last summer. Of course, she had his company but it had not been the same as the company of her sisters.
“I have missed you too,” Amelia replied, with a soft smile. “Life has changed so much for me over these last years that I feel as though I need to get to know you all over again!”
“And now you have the opportunity,” Harmonia replied at once, leading her eldest sister over to where a tea tray sat waiting. “Are you quite sure your children will fare well without you?”
Amelia laughed and shook her head. “I am quite sure they will do very well,” she replied, with a quick smile. “After all, Grace and Henry will very much enjoy the company of their cousins.”
Harmonia sighed heavily, her smile fading. “I do miss the others.” Both Jessica and Jacintha had married and now had children of their own, with Jacintha only just out of her confinement. Jessica had gone to visit Jacintha, as had Amelia, although Harmonia had been unable to do so since her father needed her at home. She was still to meet Jacintha’s little boy, but Harmonia comforted herself with the fact that she would be able to go and visit them after the Season had come to a close.
Amelia had only just come from Jacintha’s home and, having left her children in the care of her two sisters, had chosen to come to London in order to chaperone Harmonia during the London Season, knowing that she would require some assistance. Harmonia and Amelia had always been very close, and Harmonia was grateful for her sister’s kindness, especially when she knew that Amelia would miss both her children and her husband, Lord Northfell.
“I know you miss them but in time, we shall all be together again,” Amelia said, softly. “Now it is the time for you to find your own happiness, Harmonia. I can tell that you have been lonely over this last year and I am sorry for it. Had I known, I would have come to stay with you and papa.”
Harmonia gave her sister a small smile, aware that she was unable to hide anything from her. “It has just taken a little time to become used to my new situation,” she said, honestly. “Papa has been in good spirits and I am glad that he has been able to return to London.”
Amelia accepted the cup of tea from Harmonia and sat back in her chair. “I know he is hoping to have you wed very soon.”
Harmonia lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “You saw him?”
“He was waiting for me as I came into the house,” Amelia replied, with a quick smile. “He appeared rather tired though, so we did not talk for long.”
Harmonia nodded slowly. “We only arrived in London a few days ago and the travelling does make him rather weary.” She bit her lip, remembering what her father had said to her. “Papa is quite insistent that I find a suitor this Season.”
“Indeed,” Amelia agreed. “I had hoped he would be a little more relaxed now that three of his daughters are wed, but this does not seem to be the case.”
Sighing, Harmonia shook her head. “He was very much that way with Jacintha, but I wonder if my being alone with him in the house has made him realize his fears all over again.”
“That he will pass away and our futures will be in jeopardy,” Amelia murmured, thoughtfully. “But he need not worry in that regard. He must know that we would take care of you should that happen – not that I think it will, of course.”
Harmonia shook her head, taking a long sip of her tea. “And cousin Luke is in town.”
Amelia’s mouth fell open for a moment, her eyes widening. “Harmonia, he is not still pursuing you?”
“I have received many letters from him over the course of the last year,” Harmonia replied, frankly. “He reminds me that he is, in fact, a distant cousin and not a close relative, as though that might encourage me to consider his suit.”
“I hope you are not allowing thoughts of Luke to pervade your mind,” Amelia replied at once, putting her cup and saucer down on the table. “You told me you were set against him.”
“I thought I was,” Harmonia replied, quietly. “I mean, I still think that he is not the best prospect I could hope for but what if he is the only prospect?” Her words tumbled from her mouth, her deepest fears being revealed to her older sister all at once. “I am the youngest of four daughters, my dowry less than the rest of you and rather shy and quiet.” Feeling tears pricking at her eyes, she leaned forward to pour herself some more tea, hoping that her sister would not see how deeply upset she was. “I have never had my dance card completely filled at any ball we have ever attended, and I find myself something of a wallflower at such events. I have never been able to continue a conversation with the ease that you do, nor caught the eye of a gentleman simply by smiling at him, as Jessica did. I do not have Jacintha’s confidence nor your calm character. I am shy and retiring and far too quiet. What if Luke is the only prospect I shall ever have?”
There was silence for a long time. Amelia, her hands folded in her lap, studied Harmonia for a few moments before letting out one long breath, a sad smile on her face.
“My very dear Harmonia, do you truly see yourself in such a way?”
Harmonia, who had been fighting tears, tried to look steadily at her sister. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You are so lacking in confidence that you do not see yourself as others do,” Amelia replied, still smiling at her. “You are kind and sweet and gentle, with a heart so filled with compassion and tenderness that I have often envied you. You may be quiet or feel as though you lack the
ability to converse easily with others but that is not what matters, Harmonia. A character such as yours will shine through regardless of what is going on around you. A smile from you and a gentleman will be quite lost. You are beautiful, Harmonia, truly. This Season will be your time to shine forth – and a gentleman willing to pursue your heart is a gentleman who will be worthy of you. Have no fear as to your prospects, dear sister. Luke is not the gentleman for you, as you and I have discussed so many times. He does not care about your heart. He only cares about the connection he will have with the family. He wants to have that closeness to our father, for whatever reason.”
Harmonia swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to smile. “You are very kind, Amelia.”
“Every word I say is true,” Amelia promised, a gentle smile on her face. “Now, you must forget Luke entirely and, even if he does attend the same events as we do, we will not give him too much attention. He will have to understand that you are not to be his, no matter how much he pursues you.”
Harmonia nodded slowly, trying to take in all that Amelia had said. The truth was that she had never seen herself as anything other than a quiet mouse, hiding behind the rest of her sisters as though afraid of what would come to face her when it was her turn to enter society. Now, however, she was to have no choice. Amelia would be her support, her guide. She did not, at least, have to face this new world alone.
“Now, I think we must get you out of the house and into town,” Amelia said with a smile, getting to her feet and stepping out towards the door. “You will not lose your melancholy simply by sitting here and trying to gain reassurance from my words. We are to go to the shops!”
“The shops?” Harmonia echoed, almost tripping over her own feet as she hurried after Amelia. “Whatever for?”
“For gowns, of course,” Amelia replied, her eyes dancing. “We have Lord Gaynes ball tomorrow evening and I insist that you have a new gown.”
“I do not need a new gown,” Harmonia replied, following Amelia out into the hallway. “All of my gowns from last year are still quite respectable.”
Amelia turned around and took Harmonia’s hand, coming to a complete stop. “No, Harmonia, you are to have a few new gowns, I insist upon it. Some, of course, will take some time to create but there should be something that will only need a few alternations for tomorrow evening. When it was my turn to enter society, that is what I had and so the same shall be given to you. It is only fair. Besides, I think I will be able to help you find the most beautiful of gowns, ones that will ensure you are simply unable to fade into the background, as you put it."
Harmonia hesitated for a moment, before she relented. If she was to have any prospects other than Luke, then she was going to have to do her best to meet new acquaintances. She felt as though she was being selfish in having new gowns simply for herself, but she knew that Amelia would not relent. It was best just to do as her eldest sister thought best.
“Excellent,” Amelia exclaimed, turning on her heel and practically marching towards the staircase that would lead to the front door. “What you’re wearing is quite respectable, although you will need a bonnet and possibly your shawl if there is still that cool breeze. We will not require a maid since I am an old married woman now and, therefore, quite respectable enough to chaperone you.”
Harmonia, now feeling a great deal more cheerful, tied her bonnet ribbons and smiled at her sister. “Thank you, Amelia. I am feeling better already.”
Amelia smiled, looped her arm through Harmonia’s and left the house. “And it is only going to get better from here on out, I promise you,” she said, before the two sisters made their way into town.
Chapter Two
“Are you quite ready?”
Harmonia drew in a deep breath before giving Amelia a bright smile. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good,” Amelia replied, as the carriage drew up to Lord Gaynes home. It was a large, ornate building with its own large gardens both front and back. The carriage rolled through the gates and made its way up to the house, leaving Harmonia feeling more and more nervous.
“Now, if Luke is here, as you expect him to be, then I insist that you allow me to try and take his attention away from you for a time,” Amelia began, as they joined the long line of carriages letting people down one at a time in front of the house. “You told me you would not think of him in a serious manner and I must insist that you continue to think of him in that way.”
Harmonia tried to nod, her stomach roiling with a sudden nausea.
“I do know, however, that cousin Luke can be a very insistent man, so it may prove a little more difficult than I am suggesting,” Amelia continued, with a wry smile. “Do ensure that you have time away from him, time to be introduced to new acquaintances for example. You are never going to find a suitable match if you do not get yourself away from Luke, Harmonia. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course,” Harmonia said, quickly. “Goodness, I did not expect to feel this nervous.”
Amelia laughed softly, her eyes growing a little distant. “It feels very different when it is you who is the focus,” she said, quietly. “With all your sisters married, the ton will know that it is you who is now to find a husband. That fact cannot be hidden.”
Feeling as though every eye was to be on her the moment she stepped from the carriage, Harmonia drew in long, deep breaths in an effort to calm her nerves. Amelia murmured a few soothing words and, once they had descended from the carriage, took her arm and began to climb the few short steps that led to the front of the house.
“You need not look so worried, Harmonia,” Amelia chided gently, as they came to the front door. “Try to smile, my dear sister. Wipe that anxiety from your face.”
With an effort, Harmonia lifted her chin and smiled gently as she stepped inside, nodding to a few people she recognized. Once they had greeted and thanked the hosts, Harmonia and Amelia walked a little further into the house before coming to the ballroom.
The orchestra was already playing, and the dancing in full swing. Harmonia felt her smile stretch as she watched the spinning couples, her anxiety slowly beginning to fade. This was what she had been missing during her year at home – company, dancing, conversation and laughter. There was plenty of that here, however. She just needed to let herself relax and enjoy the evening. It was not as though she were expected to find a husband this very evening!
“Lady Harmonia? Lady Harmonia!”
Jerking in surprise, Harmonia felt Amelia clutch at her arm, giving her a gentle tug to her left but, before she could move, none other than Luke appeared in front of them both, a wide smile on his face.
“Lady Harmonia, how good to see you,” he said, with a deep bow. “I have been waiting for your arrival and sighted you almost the moment you stepped inside.”
Before Harmonia could reply, Amelia cleared her throat loudly, drawing Luke’s attention. He colored at once, aware of his rudeness, and bowed quickly before greeting her.
“I did not see you there, Lady Amelia. I do apologize. And your father? Is he here?”
“No, he is not,” Amelia answered, before Harmonia could say a word. “He is tired and remained at home. I am Harmonia’s chaperone.”
Luke did not seem to notice her, his attention entirely fixed on Harmonia. “And do you have your dance card? I simply must put my name on it. How glad I am that I found you the moment you stepped into the ballroom. I could not have allowed the evening to go by without ensuring I had at least one dance with you. Mayhap the waltz would be suitable?”
Harmonia’s mouth went dry, glancing towards Amelia for help. Luke was always so sure of himself, so certain of what he wanted. Despite Harmonia’s attempts at pushing him away, he had never taken her refusal to be a definitive answer. Even now, he was suggesting that they waltz together in the hope that he might somehow endear her further towards him.
“Come now, Lord Darnsley,” Amelia admonished, using his formal title and, with a wave of her hand, blowing his suggestio
n away. “The waltz simply will not do, not for someone who is family to us. We do not want to suggest that there is anything more than familial friendship between yourself and Harmonia.”
Luke cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowing. “Lady Amelia, I had hoped –”
“Do hurry, Luke, please,” Amelia interrupted, still looking quite disinterested. “I must introduce Harmonia to a few new acquaintances.”
Harmonia gave him a quick smile as he muttered darkly under his breath before signing her dance card. Much to her surprise, he did write his name under one of the waltzes, despite Amelia’s express request that he did not. His doggedness had come to the fore once again.
As Luke scribbled his name, Harmonia was caught by a movement to her left and, on looking over, saw a gentleman regarding her. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen and, when she saw him watching, he simply smiled and did not look away. Her heart quickened, her breath hitching as he turned away from her, leaving her to wonder who he might be and why he had been watching her. She tried to recall whether or not she had seen him before, giving herself a slight shake as Luke dropped her dance card.
“I look forward to our dance, Harmonia,” Luke murmured, as he gave her a quick bow. “Thank you.”
Realizing that she had not yet uttered a single word to him, Harmonia tried to smile and thank him, her voice a little hoarse.
