Loving a Noble Gentleman: A Historical Regency Romance Book

by Abigail Agar

  “Yes, I thought you would be,” Walter drawled. “So now that you are officially engaged, I would like to let you know that I am about to start legal proceedings on the home.”

  “Right, yes of course.” The home in which she had spent her entire life was about to become officially hers, and that was not even the part that she was most thrilled about. “That shall be wonderful. Thank you.”

  I need to tell Daisy, she thought as Walter continued to talk to her, filling her in with the finer details. And Charlotte too, this is wonderful. I am engaged ...

  Maybe she did not quite feel engaged; there was nothing to suggest that things were different, but she knew. The knowledge was there that soon she would be a Duchess, married to a Duke who she cared for very much.

  Chapter 14

  As soon as Edmund walked through the door into Mary’s home, he could tell that she knew. Walter had clearly informed her that he wanted to marry her, and now she did not seem to know how to act. Her face was flushed; her feet kept on moving, and she did not know where to place her hands ...

  It was adorable; she looked wonderfully cute, but at the same time, he felt a little infuriated. He was hurt that Walter did not take the hint that he wanted to tell Mary himself. Still, at least it appeared to be clear that she would not turn him down. That helped the tight knot of panic to loosen in his chest.

  “Good afternoon, Lady Roberts,” he said smilingly while tipping his hat to greet her. “It is lovely to see you again. You look beautiful as always.”

  Mary glanced down at her cream coloured lacy dress that cinched in nicely at her waist and ran delicately down her arms until it splayed out at the wrist. She had spent hours agonising over what she wanted to wear today to see Duke Edmund, and now that he had given her such a wonderful compliment, she was ecstatic. She was also glad that she had taken the bold decision yet again to leave her hair hanging naturally and her face make-up free. Edmund seemed to like that look when she went with it the time before, and here he was admiring her yet again.

  “Thank you very much,” she replied with pink stained cheeks. “You look very good yourself.”

  In his dapper, suave suit that fit his body perfectly, Edmund looked just like the Duke he truly was. It made Mary happy to think about the time when she might be on his arm officially, as his wife. Maybe it was not something that she had been looking forward to at eighteen years old when she first got the news, but now she could not wait.

  “May we go and sit down?” Edmund indicated towards where they usually went to talk, and Mary nodded. Hot anxiety raced through her body; she struggled to keep her expression stoic, but she forced herself to move.

  Walter stayed close to the pair. Despite the fact that Mary already knew of the impending engagement, he wanted to be certain that Edmund was going to make it official. He had to ensure that everything went exactly to plan, that was his only job, the only thing that he cared about once he was inside the walls of the Roberts family. Walter Thompson was nothing if not a very meticulous man.

  “Shall I get someone to bring in drinks?” he asked in a bright tone while flicking his eyes between the pair. “I can call in the maid ...”

  “Daisy,” Mary said suddenly, wanting her friend to be recognised for how much she did for the family. “Her name is Daisy.”

  “Right.” Walter furrowed his eyebrows, confused. Mary did not seem to be the quiet girl he first encountered anymore. “Yes, Daisy. I shall get Daisy to bring us in some drinks.”

  As Walter left the room, Edmund smiled at Mary encouragingly. This was just another thing that he liked about her; her caring nature. There were not many people in the upper, privileged classes of society that knew the names of their maids or cared about the living conditions that the working classes had to suffer within. The fact that Mary was passionate about it made him think about it more too.

  “Is Daisy your friend?” he asked her softly. Mary smiled as if to herself, and then she nodded. “That is wonderful to hear.”

  Mary held her head high and boldly asked, “Are you not friends with all the staff who work in your home?”

  “Actually …” Edmund tapped his fingers together as he spoke. “We do not really have many staff members. Not compared to most of the families in London. My mother does not like to have too many people fussing around her.”

  He could remember having many people working for them when his father was alive, but that had dwindled after he passed away. He had not much thought about it until now. It was not that they could not afford it because he had plenty of money that he brought into the family home, it was more that she preferred to be independent and do things herself.

  “Your mother sounds like a very interesting woman,” Mary remarked. “I should very much like to meet her.”

  “Oh, my mother would love you,” he gushed happily. “My mother will like you very much.” The smile on his face only fell slightly when he remembered that Mary did not have a mother of her own ... or a father. “I should erm … I should take you to meet her soon.”

  Fortunately, Mary was not impacted by the mention of Edmund’s mother. She had never had her own, so she did not know how to miss her. “I believe I would like that very much.”

  Edmund parted his lips and got ready to start the proposal that he had been working on. It may have to be slightly edited now that Walter had ruined it somewhat, but he still wanted to find a way to make it work. His fingers curled around the ring box that he had in his pocket, the band and gem that he had spent a while picking out, but before he could say anything, Walter walked back into the room with the maid that he now knew was called Daisy, right behind him,

  “Here are the drinks,” Walter announced, either unaware or ignoring the thick, tense atmosphere. “Is tea alright for everyone?”

  Edmund sat back in his chair and kept his expression stoic. He did not want Walter to know that he was annoyed at him for ruining his proposal yet again. “Yes, tea sounds wonderful.”

  As Daisy darted between them, pouring them all drinks, Edmund made sure that he thanked her for making the drink for him, just like Mary did. He could already feel himself becoming more of a conscientious person just for getting to know her. Daisy gave him a grateful smile; she had seen it too.

  “Well,” Walter said as he took a much too noisy sip of his drink. “This is just lovely. Is there anything that anyone wishes to discuss today?”

  He glanced meaningfully at Edmund, making the Duke’s blood boil. He had just been about to ask the big question before this silly man walked in. The last thing he needed was to be made to look foolish. “I think it might be nice for me and Mary to have some time to ourselves,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Maybe it was not customary to spend time without a chaperone, but surely it had grown past that now? Walter had left them alone for a short while last time anyway.

  Walter bristled; he did not want to miss the big moment when it happened. He wanted to see it with his own eyes to know for certain. Maybe it would be good enough to see the ring afterwards – presuming there was a ring – but still he did not like it. Unfortunately, judging by the look on Edmund’s face, this was the only way that things would progress.

  “I see,” he said carefully. “That is fine. Shall I leave the room?”

  He pushed himself upwards slightly, but Edmund shook his head. “No, it is fine. The weather is lovely. Maybe Mary and I should take a walk in the gardens.”

  Mary’s entire body tightened; she knew what was coming and was not sure that she was totally ready for it yet. Not the wedding and moving forward with her life, but the actual proposal itself. Having never been engaged before, she did not know what to expect.

  Walter nodded, agreeing to free the couple to go outside alone.

  Edmund moved into a standing position, and he extended his hand to Mary. With her lips curling upright, she reached forward and allowed him to grab her hand. As their skin connected, her heart raced at a million miles an hour, and th
ose sparkles flew through her once more. As her heart danced about in her chest, she allowed herself to be pulled up, and she walked arm in arm with Edmund towards the back door that led out into the gardens surrounding her home.

  The sun beat down upon the couple, making the grass and the flowers seem that much brighter. Mary breathed in deeper, inhaling the lovely scent of the outside world, even taking a moment to really listen to the beautiful song a bird in the tree tweeted. For the first time in a long while, the outside world felt like something that needed to be admired.

  “It is lovely,” she commented idly, almost forgetting what they were doing outside as they walked. “I do very much love it here.”

  “Yes, yes.” Edmund wanted to focus on the words that Mary was saying to him, but it was hard when he could not stop thinking about what he had to do next. “Lovely, yes.”

  I need to find the words, he thought desperately as he moved. He put one foot in front of the other calmly enough, but internally he felt a mess. Why has my mind gone completely blank? Everything that he had prepared to say, all that he had planned fell apart at the time when he actually had to speak them aloud.

  “Are you alright?” Mary felt compelled to ask. “You appear to be very ...”

  “Distracted?” he offered. “Yes, I know. I do seem distracted.” He let out a sound that was supposed to be a laugh, but it sounded far too strangled for that. “I do apologise, that is not how I like to be.”

  Mary squeezed his arm. Suddenly she could see how nervous he was about everything. She had been so wrapped up in her own fear that she hardly considered what Edmund might be going through, “No, I understand that,” she told him kindly. “I know you are not normally like this at all.”

  He glanced down at Mary, feeling the sunshine rays from her happy mood wash over him. Before her, he had not realised that anything was missing in his life. Now he could not imagine going through a single day without her brightening up his life. It would be even better when they were married too; he could see her all the time. There would be no more scheduling appointments or making arrangements, no one else impinging on their time.

  Never mind, I shall just speak from the heart.

  With one decisive move, he swung around to face Mary, and he dropped to one knee. Looking up at her with a shining love in his eyes, he let the words flow. “Lady Mary Roberts, I know that you are already aware of my intentions, but I would love to be able to ask you myself.”

  Mary nodded with tears welling in her eyes. She expected the chat to be more of a formal one; she assumed that they would merely be discussing the practical details and was not aware that it would be quite so romantic.

  “I would love you to be my wife. I think ...” Edmund paused and smiled. “I am falling in love with you.” Mary gasped audibly. This was like her dream coming true, and it felt wonderful. “So, do you think that maybe you would like to ... get married, I mean?”

  “I ... I would,” Mary stammered. “I would like that very much.”

  She did not know how to act while Edmund slipped the ring onto her finger; there was a sensation inside of her that all she wanted to do was dance. She felt the intense urge to wrap her arms around Edmund’s neck and to hold him close.

  Soon ... she told herself desperately. Soon I shall be able to hold him however much I want.

  There was an itch in her chest and an urge. It was impossible to resist, but she made herself do what she knew was right. The chemistry between them intensified as Edmund pulled himself up to meet Mary’s eyes; it was so hard that she had to bite down hard on her bottom lip, but she just about managed it.

  “So now that Walter knows,” Edmund said with a smile. “And you have said yes, I presume it is time to start making the announcements. We need to submit the news to the local paper and send out all the relevant letters. Then we can begin planning.”

  He clutched onto Mary’s hands tightly and looked at her lovingly. He felt the need to lean down and kiss her, just like he did at the bookshelf, only this time, the sensation was even more urgent.

  We are engaged now ... it should be alright. Should it not? It cannot be seen as a bad thing if we are going to be wed.

  Edmund could feel himself trying to justify what his body had already decided it was going to do. His lips edged closer and closer, and he could feel his mouth puckering. He expected Mary to pull away, to tell him that it was wrong, but from the looks of it, she wanted this just as much as he did. She was slowly rising onto her toes, succumbing to that magnetic feeling between them, bringing them in. It was almost completely out of their control; they could not do anything but move in nearer.

  And then it happened.

  Their lips brushed together very lightly and only for a second, but it was enough for them both to know. Explosions of desire exploded within them, causing them to wish that they could kiss for longer ... but of course, they could not. They had already overstepped the line with this one, small action. They could not take it any further; it would only lead to all kinds of trouble. Walter was waiting for them inside, and if they waited any longer, he would come after them. They could not be found in a compromising position; it would wreck everything.

  That would simply have to be a taster to let them know what was waiting for them after they got married. It was going to be an utterly wonderful life.

  “Come on,” Mary whispered blissfully. “Let us go inside. We need to tell Walter the good news. I am sure he cannot wait to hear us wedding planning ...”

  Edmund chuckled and allowed Mary to lead him inside. He knew someone else who would be happy too, his mother who had been in varying states of panic all week long. To be able to tell her that everything was going to be just as she wanted would please her greatly. She would likely celebrate for the next month.

  I shall have to introduce Mary to my mother now, and I feel certain that they will adore one another. It is going to be wonderful.

  Chapter 15

  “You must be kidding!” Edmund yelled angrily at his mother as the words sank in. He could not believe it; how had everything gone from so amazing to so terrible in just a few short days. Why could the path of true love never run smoothly? “I cannot believe it; this is terrible.”

  “Well you better start believing it,” Iris told him with a grave tone. “These rumours have not started from nowhere, and with the Hartmon family’s power and respect in this town, you will not be able to shake them off.”

  Edmund pulled his fingers out from his hair where he had been tugging hard due to stress. “You do not believe what Victoria is saying, do you Mother?”

  Iris pursed her lips and shook her head. “I do not believe what is being said about you, no. However, I can tell that something happened at that ball, and I want to know what. I have let you have your privacy about the situation, but now I feel that I do need to know.” Edmund gave her a look. Suggesting to Iris that she needed to justify what she had just said. “If I am defending you against people who already do not believe that a widowed woman should be given an opinion, then I would like to know just what I am defending you for.”

  Edmund nodded and took a seat on the sofa. He perched on the edge feeling totally unable to relax. “I did not enjoy the ball from the moment I got there, but I stayed to prove to you and myself that I had really given it a try. Ironically, at the time, I did not want to marry Mary so badly that I was prepared to give it a chance, but it was all very strange.” Edmund shuddered at the memory. “I felt like I was on display and that the others were too. Men staring at women as if they were things to purchase in a shop, and women eyeing up Lords and Dukes because of the amount of money and property they had. It was all very strange.”

  “So where did Victoria come into this?” Iris could not stop her impatience from growing. Edmund was telling this tale in a very laborious way, and she needed to get to the details. Like any mother, Iris could not stand anyone talking about her family in a derogative fashion.

  “I bumped into her ac
cidentally,” Edmund admitted. “And I spoke with her a little bit. We danced too.” The memory was a little foggy because it was so unimportant to him. Mary filled so much of his brain that he could hardly think of anything else. “But then I left. I realised that I did not want to be there anymore. I walked out of the ball hall and moved into the hallway ready to leave.” He stared at his mother, desperately needing her to understand and believe him. “But Victoria followed me out there. She was ... she seemed determined to make something happen with me. I tried to make it very obvious that I just wanted to leave, but she was insistent. She is the one who tried to kiss me. It was never the other way around.”

  Iris breathed out deeply. She believed her son wholeheartedly. He was not a scoundrel who wanted to ruin the lives of others; he cared about reputation and behaviour. She had raised him in a way that caused him to be respectful of the rules and etiquette. She understood that he was telling the truth ... but that did not make it any easier. “I do not know how you can make anyone see that. I know that it is not right, but her story sounds far more believable than yours.”