In the Arms of an Earl (The Duke's Daughters Book 4)

by Rose Pearson

  Amelia could not help but smile. “I suppose you are right,” she murmured, getting to her feet. “I had best inform my sisters.”

  Reaching for her hand, her father squeezed it gently. “You are very good to me, Amelia. You need not tell them of the urgency to wed if you do not wish to. Once you are married, the others will follow suit, I am quite sure.”

  Bending to press a kiss to her father’s brow, Amelia pressed his hand gently before quitting the room, her heart heavy. Not that she would reveal such a thing to either her father or her sisters! Amelia was determined to put a brave face on things, even though the very thought of finding herself an eligible and worthy gentlemen filled her with anxiety.

  “Ah, I am glad you are all still here,” Amelia smiled, putting on a bright expression as she walked into the drawing room. Jessica was busy with her embroidery, Harmonia was reading quietly and Jacintha was writing something at the desk in the corner. They each looked up as Amelia entered, aware that she had only just taken her leave to read quietly in the library.

  “Is something wrong?” Jacintha asked, putting down her quill. “You look strained.”

  “No, nothing is wrong,” Amelia assured her, as cheerfully as she could. “The reason I have returned to you all is that father has just informed me that we are to attend Almacks tomorrow evening.”

  A stunned silence filled the room for a few seconds before each sister burst into questions, practically running towards Amelia who felt quite overwhelmed by it all. There were questions about dresses, what they would wear, who they would dance with, who would be attending, who was going with them, who would introduce them….the questions went on and on until Amelia, feeling quite weary, extricated herself from her sisters and went to sit down in one of the chairs. Of course, they followed, although it was Jacintha and Jessica who continued firing questions at her whilst Harmonia began to study her quietly.

  “I do not have all the answers for you, I’m afraid,” Amelia protested, holding up her hands to stem the flurry of questions. “I am only telling you what father told me.”

  “We are to find a beau, then?” Jacintha asked, hope flaring in her eyes. “I had thought father might have every intention of us enjoying a Season when he suggested a trip to London! After all, I am twenty and Jessica is two and twenty – it is high time we found ourselves husbands!”

  Amelia thought quickly about how best to present what her father had said without informing her sisters about the urgency of her father’s request for them to wed. “You are quite right, Jacintha. Father has decided that it would be best for us all, in time, to wed. And one cannot wed if one does not meet eligible gentlemen!”

  “And where better than Almacks?” Jessica finished, giggling wildly. “Oh my! I must go this very moment to look through my new dresses. I am quite sure I will never find one to wear!”

  “I will go with you!” Jacintha exclaimed and, much to Amelia’s relief, they left the room together.

  Harmonia let out a long breath, relaxing in her chair. “Goodness, Amelia! This has come as something of a surprise. Father has never been particularly keen on allowing us to mix with London society before.”

  Amelia nodded, her lips twisting a little in a rueful smile. “He thought to protect us, I think. After all, daughters of Dukes are particularly eligible, particularly with the inheritance we shall each receive. He did not want us to fall head over heels with rakes who have nothing but a shilling or two to rub together, even though they keep up every appearance of being just as wealthy as ever!”

  Harmonia did not smile. “He intends for us each to wed, then,” she said, thoughtfully, still studying Amelia. “That must be something of a trial to you. I know how settled you are.”

  “It came as a surprise, that is true,” Amelia answered, slowly. “Yet I gave my assurance to papa that I would do as he asks. It is to bring him a little relief, I think, to know that we are all settled.”

  “But you must be the first,” Harmonia commented, her sharp eyes piercing Amelia’s calm demeanor. “After all, I am but nineteen so have some time before I must find a match – but I can tell that you are not as settled as you appear.”

  Amelia smiled sadly. “You have always been able to see what I really feel, Harmonia. Yes, I am not settled in the least. I would rather stay here with father, continuing in my role as it is. But, it seems, that is to be taken from me.”

  There was a short pause.

  “But should you marry, you have the prospect of having your own family and running your own household,” Harmonia pointed out. “It is not all bad, Amelia.”

  Amelia sighed heavily, knowing that her sister was right. “I shall try and make the best of it, I suppose. After all, what else can I do?”

  “You can find a beautiful dress that sets off your eyes and makes you as lovely as can be,” Harmonia declared, rising to her feet and catching Amelia’s hand so as to pull her from her chair. “Come now, sister dear. Let us find you just the most perfect of dresses for Almacks tomorrow!”

  Chapter Two

  “Come, come now! We must not be tardy!”

  Amelia glanced up to see her cousin, Lord Luke Darnsley, enter the room in something of a flustered state. He was in his usual smart attire, his dark blonde hair neatly tied back at the base of his neck and his cravat absolutely impeccable. All in all, he looked quite dashing, were it not for the sharpness of his tongue and the way his eyes darted from place to place.

  “We are quite ready,” she said, in as pleasant a voice as she could manage. “May I thank you for accompanying us, Darnsley. We very much appreciate your kindness.”

  Luke did not reply, simply grunted and gestured towards the door of the drawing room. The sisters walked through one after the other, although Luke followed after Harmonia leaving Amelia to walk behind, alone.

  The carriage ride was a quiet one, for no-one felt much inclination to speak in their cousin’s presence. He was not an unkind man, but rather a man who had something of a sharp tongue and could often mock his cousins should they behave in a way he thought ridiculous. Even Jessica and Jacintha were silent, although Amelia knew they were both utterly thrilled to be attending Almacks. She also noticed that her cousin’s eyes continually strayed towards Harmonia. Of course, second cousins married quite often, but Amelia did not think they made a particularly good match. Harmonia was kind and gentle, always aware of what was going on and making sure to aid where she could. After all, she had been the only sister who understood the difficulties Amelia faced in being the first one required to marry! Luke, on the other hand, appeared distant and aloof. No, they would not suit at all, even if her cousin could not take his eyes from her sister!

  Once they had arrived at Almacks, Amelia stuck close to her sisters and cousin. After all, as much as none of them wished to dance with him, he was the only one who could introduce them to anyone else! As their chaperone, Luke held something of a large responsibility which Amelia was not quite sure he particularly wanted. Regardless, she stayed by him, nodding to first one gentleman and then another.

  For the first hour, Amelia felt quite overwhelmed. There were so many new acquaintances to greet and, given that the presence of four new young ladies to society, it seemed as though they were greatly in demand. Amelia’s dance card was filled almost immediately, although each gentleman only signed his name to one dance, which was something of a relief. She saw that her sisters were much the same as she, relieved that she would not have to stand guard over them all evening. They were under Luke’s chaperonage and, with their dance cards full, she did not think any of them could do anything untoward. Besides which, she had lectured Jacintha and Jessica on their expected behavior, threatening no more balls should they disappear, even for a moment, with an unknown gentleman. Her sisters had been quite put out that she thought so little of them and had told Amelia so, which, in all honesty, had come as something of a relief to Amelia. It told her that they would behave with all propriety and not lose their heads, as
she had been worried they might do. However, as she watched them each take to the floor – with poor Harmonia coupled with cousin Luke, Amelia could not help but feel a twinge of anxiety. Her own partner, a Lord Dalrymple, was soon by her side and Amelia had no more time to be anxious, caught up in the dance.

  “Amelia!”

  Utterly exhausted from having danced four dances in a row, Amelia was delighted to see her longtime friend Miss Claudia Michaels, approaching her with a broad smile on her face. Claudia was a friend from home but had come to London for the season with her parents. Amelia had not even thought that she would come across her, particularly with the crush of people in the ballroom.

  “Claudia,” Amelia murmured, pressing her hands. “How good to see you.”

  “I must confess, I am a little surprised to see you here!” Claudia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “I did not think your father particularly cared for the Season.”

  Amelia gave her friend a wry smile. “Alas, it seems I am to find myself a suitable husband – as are each of my sisters,” she replied, heavily. “And where best but London town?”

  Claudia chuckled. “Where else, indeed? Well, I can see that you have made something of an impression already, given the number of names on your dance card!”

  “Indeed, although I am glad for a short respite,” Amelia laughed, still feeling overly warm. “It is such a crush in here!”

  “This is the way of things,” Claudia replied, grimly. “How we are to find an amiable, respected gentleman amongst such as this, I am never quite sure.”

  “Is it truly terrible?” Amelia asked, knowing Claudia would be honest with her. “I do not find myself particularly inclined towards matrimony but it appears to be the deepest wish of my father’s.”

  Claudia nodded, slowly, well aware that, with no sons to follow him, Amelia’s father was left without any other option but to ensure his daughters married well. “I can understand that he would wish you all to be comfortable and without concern,” she said, softly. “Yet, I will confess that it can be difficult to find just the right kind of gentleman. There are so many rakes and rogues amongst them all, although they hide themselves well.” She shook her head, the light in her eyes dimming just a little. “I had a gentleman wish to court me and I did find him quite delightful, I must say. However, it has now become apparent that he is short on funds and only wishes to wed me in order to add to his own coffers.”

  Amelia grimaced. “That is just what I worry about. We each have a good inheritance.”

  “And you are the daughters of a duke,” Claudia reminded her, lifting an eyebrow. “Be careful, my dear.”

  Amelia was about to promise that she would be more than careful when Jessica came hurrying towards them, all of a flurry.

  “Amelia! Amelia – oh, good evening, Claudia.”

  Claudia chuckled. “Good evening, Jessica. Is something the matter?”

  “Oh yes, something terrible has occurred!” Grasping her gown, she indicated a small tear at the bottom. “The gentleman I was dancing with trod on my gown! Can you believe it?”

  Amelia eyed the rip in the gown, sighing inwardly. “Well, at least you know he is not a proficient dancer!”

  “You must fix it!” Jessica exclaimed, sounding horrified that Amelia did not intend to do anything. “I cannot be seen with such a thing!”

  Claudia put a calming hand on Jessica’s arm. “Have no fear, there is a cloakroom present where maids are ready with a needle and thread.” She laughed, indicating the way Jessica should go. “After all, yours is not the first torn gown!”

  Jessica’s relief was palpable and, grasping Amelia’s arm, thanked Claudia before making her way in the direction she had indicated. Amelia, resigned to going to help her sister, thanked Claudia as she was dragged away.

  “For heaven’s sake, be careful!” she exclaimed, as Jessica hurried up the steps. “You need not drag me so!”

  Reaching the top of the stairs, she wrenched her arm from Jessica’s grip, only to lose her balance as Jessica continued to hurry away. Her foot wobbled at the top of the stairs and, for a horrifying moment, Amelia thought she might fall headlong down the staircase.

  A strong hand grasped her arm, righting her quickly and pulling her away from the stairs. Amelia collapsed against a firm chest and strong pair of arms, only to blush deeply with embarrassment and step away.

  “Are you quite all right?”

  Glancing up at the man, Amelia felt her stomach swirl with a sudden awareness of just how handsome her savior was. “Yes, indeed,” she mumbled, not quite sure where to look. “I am so terribly sorry for inconveniencing you.”

  The gentleman chuckled, his brown eyes warm and welcoming. “Not in the least. Any chance to be chivalrous, I say!”

  Amelia could not help but laugh, the mortification she felt already beginning to ease. “In this case, you were very chivalrous, I’d say. I thank you.” Looking up at him inquiringly, Amelia decided to be bold. “I’m afraid I do not know your name. Might I ask it, given that you are my savior?”

  The gentleman grinned, his dark brown hair catching the candlelight as he bowed. Amelia saw flecks of gold and bronze and found, much to her surprise, that a flurry of butterflies appeared to have made their way into the pit of her stomach.

  “Arthur Ridlington, Marquess of Northfell,” he answered, in a deep, rich voice. “I am at your service, although I must beg to know your name also.” He looked at her with a curiosity in his eyes, his gaze flickering from her eyes to her lips and Amelia curtsied at once, so that she might hide her flaming cheeks from his view.

  “Lady Amelia Seaworth,” she murmured, finally lifting her gaze back to his. “My father is the Duke of Westbrook.”

  Interest filtered into his expression. “I see. And is he here with you this evening?”

  “No, unfortunately, he is not in the best of health at the moment. My cousin, Lord Darnsley, is here with us.”

  His smile broadened. “Us?”

  “My three sisters and I,” Amelia explained, growing more comfortable with his company with each passing moment. “I am the eldest of four.” Glancing over his shoulder, Amelia gave a slight shrug. “I was being pulled along by my sister to fix a small tear in her dress when you caught me.”

  “Then I shall not keep you,” he replied, stepping to one side. Amelia made to move past him, her heart beating a little more quickly as she passed, only for him to catch her arm.

  “Forgive me,” he murmured, his eyes burning into hers. “I know this is very untoward, and I am quite sure you are engaged for the rest of the evening, but I don’t suppose you have a single dance remaining?”

  A rush of heat crawled up Amelia’s spine as she held up her dance card, finding it almost impossible to speak.

  “One,” she rasped, her skin prickling with awareness. “I have one left.”

  “Wonderful,” he murmured, catching the card in his hand. “I would like to put my name down there, if I may?”

  Mute, Amelia nodded, aware of just how close he stood to her. She could smell a wonderful mixture of pine and cinnamon, her senses swimming as he pressed her hand for a moment before stepping back.

  “I very much look forward to our dance, and to know you better,” Lord Northfell murmured, a light smile on his lips. “I shall see you again presently, Lady Amelia.”

  “Thank you, my lord,” Amelia managed to say, finding that her legs struggled to move as she continued towards the cloakroom. Who would have thought that a single chance meeting would have sent her into such a tizzy! Lord Northfell was handsome, of course, and particularly attentive in asking her to dance with him, but she could not allow herself to be so caught up with him after only one meeting!

  What is next for Amelia and Lord Northfell? Check out the rest of the story on the Kindle store. A Rogue for a Lady

  My Restless Earl

  Prologue

  “Hurry up, Jessica!”

  Sixteen year old Lady Jessica Seaworth stamped he
r foot, still unable to decide between one bonnet and the other.

  “Do hurry up,” said her younger sister, Jacintha, who was already dressed and ready to go. “The military will not be passing through our village again for some time!”

  Jessica wanted to retort that, being younger than she, Jacintha did not need to concern herself over such gentlemen, but wisely choose to hold her tongue instead. After all, Jacintha was only two years younger than she was and had already a great many dreams of marrying a handsome gentleman. Jessica, however, did not have thoughts in the same direction. To see the military would be enjoyable, of course, but she did not truly consider such serious things as matrimony. However, there was nothing wrong with catching a man’s eye, which was why she was still struggling with her choice of bonnet.

  “They will not care which bonnet you pick!” Jacintha exclaimed, grasping one and placing it, a little ungently, on the top of Jessica’s head. “Hurry up, Jessica! Amelia and Harmonia are already waiting.”

  Jessica sighed and rolled her eyes. “I know, I know.” Tying her bonnet strings and giving herself one last look in the mirror, she quickly made her way outside and found both Harmonia and Amelia arm in arm, waiting for them. Amelia, the eldest, and Harmonia, the youngest, had always been close, especially since the death of their mother many years ago.

  “Are you ready to go?” Amelia asked, with a smile. “You look quite lovely, if I may say so, Jessica.”

  Nodding, Jessica fell into step with her oldest sister and soon, they were walking quickly towards the small village.

  “Are you excited to see the military?” Amelia asked, as they walked together. “You have never seemed so taken by an idea before, I must admit.”

  Jessica shrugged, her cheeks burning. “I am of age, am I not?”

  “Of course you are!” Amelia replied, laughing. “I am not teasing you, dear sister, it is just that you have always seemed quite determined not to show any preference to any gentleman who comes to call.”