Once Upon A Regency: Timeless Tales And Fables

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by Samantha Grace


  “He does seem rather pleased with his situation.”

  Tilde and Lars had gotten married last week, and they were preparing to welcome their first child in the spring. They had also decided they liked the company at the Drayton and became permanent members. With the success of the show, the couple was able to afford to let rooms not far from the theatre. The new actor Oliver had recruited was already living in their vacant room at the Drayton.

  “Look at Benny and Rachel,” Oliver said and sipped his drink. Benny had pushed the furniture back at Rachel’s urging. The pretty brunette was leading him through the steps of the waltz, but they were laughing so hard, Russell expected them to collapse on the floor.

  “I believe a new romance is in bloom,” Oliver said. “They are unexpectedly suited for one another, are they not?”

  Russell chuckled. “Yes, and I am sure they are anxious to see us leave for Rowan Manor tomorrow.”

  Benny had found his place at the theatre and was now an official member of the company. By his choice, Benny would be staying at the town house while Russell and Claudine wintered at Rowan Manor, although he planned to join them for Christmas. Russell would have liked to invite Oliver to join them as well, but it was too soon to ask his mother to welcome him at the manor, even though she would be moving to the dowager house in a few weeks.

  Fortunately, his mother had come to accept his pending marriage to Claudine, although he was certain his betrothed’s generosity had played a large role. A few days after opening night, Russell had discovered his mother incurred substantial debts at several shops during her last Season in Town. She had been able to hold the duns at bay while Russell’s father had been ill, and for a time after his death, but the shopkeepers had begun demanding payment.

  Claudine had insisted on selling a piece of jewelry to settle the matter and reassured his mother that there would be more assistance forthcoming to launch his youngest sisters.

  As it turned out, Claudine was an heiress after all. She received a pension from Nan Abby, who had been a successful actress in her time, and Claudine wouldn’t hear a word against using her inheritance to help her new family. Besides, she was planning to write at least two more plays while they were at Rowan Manor, and she anticipated more success in the near future.

  Initially, Russell was angry upon discovering his mother’s debts. She had tried to manipulate him into marrying an heiress for her benefit, not for his sisters’ sakes. Claudine, however, was more understanding and had encouraged him to forgive for his sake.

  Anger can be a heavy load to bear, she’d said.

  She was probably right about forgiving his mother, but he wasn’t willing to turn the other cheek with her former butler. Russell had called on Mr. Tabron in gaol for answers, and found the man was a vengeful blackguard. Tabron felt himself superior to Claudine and believed being turned out was unforgiveable. Russell was pleased Claudine would never have to see him again, since Tabron had been found guilty of attempted murder and arson. Hopefully, a respite in the country would allow Claudine and Russell to forget the ordeal.

  He and Oliver visited for a while longer, before Lars challenged Oliver to a type of wrestling using only one’s arms. Lars had learned the game from an American actor. As the entire cast and crew moved to the dining room to watch the game, he and Claudine lingered behind. She crossed the drawing room, and he wrapped her in his arms.

  “You are going to miss all of this, aren’t you?” he asked.

  She rested her chin against his chest, gazing up at him. Fine lines appeared on her forehead. “I will be happy to see everyone when we return, but I’m anxious to meet your sisters and begin our new life. I hope they like me.”

  He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “They are going to adore you as much as I do. Otherwise, I will threaten to have you write them into a play where all sorts of embarrassing things will happen to them.”

  “Russell!” She laughed. “That’s not nice.”

  He grinned. “I know, but you learn a few tricks when you are the only brother in the house.”

  “I’m sure they have learned a few tricks of their own to deal with you. Perhaps they will share what works to make you toe the line.”

  “You don’t need to learn any tricks, mon amour. You already have me wrapped around your finger.”

  Her smile caused his heart to stumble. “And I am wrapped around yours, Romeo,” she said and lifted to her toes to press her lips to his for one of many kisses they would share in their happy lifetime together.

  ENCHANTED BY THE EARL

  AMANDA MARIEL

  ENCHANTED BY THE EARL

  CHAPTER ONE

  London 1813

  The creak of carriage wheels pulled Rose’s attention away from the garden, where, kneeling in the beds, she inspected the bright blooms she had tended all spring. Lady Julia Thorne’s elegant barouche pulled to a stop outside the cottage Rose shared with her elderly grandmother. Heartbeat accelerating, Rose stood and dusted her hands on her apron, leaving streaks of dirt behind.

  A tall gentleman with raven hair and eyes the shade of the mid-summer sky stood near the open carriage door. Rose caught herself staring at the strong lines of his jaw as he handed her client, Lady Julia, down from the carriage.

  Her pulse quickened as her visitors drew nearer. She kept her gaze on the gentleman—he was the handsomest she had ever beheld. When he looked her way, Rose's cheeks burned at being caught ogling him so unabashedly. Lady Julia smiled as Rose approached. “Miss Woodcourt, I’ve come to select the cloth for my new frocks. Did you manage to get the samples I requested?”

  “I called upon the linen-drapers on Cheapside yesterday,” Rose returned cheerfully. She was always glad to see Lady Julia, who had become much more to her than a client. “Please come in.” Walking up the front walk to her home, she pulled open the weathered door.

  Lady Julia moved past her in a swish of green organdy. Her companion stopped on the old plank-board porch. “I’ll wait here if it is all the same to you, miss.” His breathtaking grin revealed straight white teeth.

  Rose stared, awestruck by his good looks. The door handle slid from her palm, causing the door to slam. She jumped at the noise, her nerve endings crackling.

  He pulled the wooden panel back open, eyes twinkling. “Allow me, miss.”

  Warmth flooded Rose’s cheeks as she took a step toward the opening. A flush spread to her neck. Taking a breath she inhaled his heady aroma of clover and sage.

  “What is your name, miss?”

  “Rose Woodcourt—” She glanced at his hand and noticed a signet ring glinting upon his finger. “My lord.”

  Of course he was a lord and she a bird-witted fool for reacting so strongly to him. It would best serve her to remember her place in society. Lords did not go about courting common misses. They dallied with them until they grew bored, tossing them aside when the affair no longer held their interest. Rose’s indignation stirred at memories of poor Annie. A rakish earl cast her old friend away after he had gotten her with child. Abandoned and afraid, Annie came to Rose for help. But alas, there was nothing to be done. Annie died bringing forth that odious man’s son.

  “It pleases me to make your acquaintance, Miss Woodcourt.” He offered a smile. “I am Hunter Thorne, Earl of Aubry.”

  Rose dropped into a low curtsy, holding his gaze. Try as she might, she could not stop looking at him.

  A ball of nerves unfurled in her stomach as she accepted his offered hand. A moment later, she pulled her hand free. “Excuse me, Lord Aubry, but Lady Julia is waiting.”

  Upon entering her workroom, she found Lady Julia perched on a faded high-back chair. The sweet aroma of fresh bread wafting through the cottage, coupled with the teacup in Lady Julia’s hand, told Rose her grandmother had seen to Lady Julia’s comfort before returning to the kitchen. “Please forgive my disheveled state. I am afraid I lost track of time.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for. Shall we?” Lady Julia smi
led.

  Rose hurried to her shelves and scooped up several bundles of cloth. “Yes, of course. Here are samples for your consideration.” She placed the pile on her sewing table. “The linen-draper assures me these are the newest available. Some came directly from the Orient.”

  Rose watched Lady Julia lift a swatch of blue organdy. The very shade of Lord Aubry’s eyes. The pair shared the same eye color and shade of hair, the same smile. Were they related? As hope set its hooks in Rose’s heart, she cast away her fancies. She should banish him from her mind lest she wind up like poor Annie. “What a lovely shade, my lady.”

  Gran’s voice rang out from the entryway. “I said you shan’t disturb Rose. Mr. Wolfe, you mustn’t go in there.”

  Good heavens! That reprobate, Dewitt Wolfe, had darkened her stoop again. Would he never leave her in peace?

  “Please excuse me for a moment, Lady Julia.” With her heart thumping, Rose moved to the door. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? She had broken their betrothal and made her position clear. Yet he refused to accept her decision.

  Mr. Wolfe stopped mid-step. Gran came just short of colliding into his backside. “Ah, there you are, my dear.” His mouth twisted into a grin. “I have come to—”

  Frustrated beyond reason, Rose forgot she had company. She cut him short, speaking sharper than she intended. “I know why you have come. You need not go on. I have given you my answer.” As she stared into his beady brown eyes, her stomach roiled. “I will not marry you, Mr. Wolfe.”

  Flashing a tight smile, Wolfe marched toward her, his dull brown hair disheveled and sticking out from under his tall beaver hat. “You will marry me.” He reached into his pocket and whipped out a folded document. “I had hoped you would not force my hand thusly.” He held the folded parchment out to her, his darkened gaze bored into hers. “The unpaid mortgage to this humble dwelling, my dear. Should you refuse to wed me, I will sell your home out from under you.”

  Rose grabbed the document, peeled it open, and scanned the print. Her heart sank, and a knot formed in her throat. She crumpled the parchment in her fist before glaring at him. “You cannot. This is nothing but a trick. Papa paid off the mortgage years ago.”

  “I can and I shall.”

  Something sinister flickered in his eyes. His stony glare sent a chill through her bloodstream.

  “Do not allow this brute to force your hand, Rose,” Gran said, dabbing her eyes. “All will be fine. Even if we lose the cottage, we will find a way.” Gran shook her head, freeing a few strands of graying auburn hair loose from her bun.

  Oh, how Rose wished that were so. But the cottage was all she had left of her childhood and her parents, after the carriage accident that claimed their lives. How could Mr. Wolfe gain proof of an unpaid debt that had been settled years ago? She sucked in a breath and squared her shoulders.

  “This is a farce. My answer is still no. I will not marry you. Please leave us in peace.”

  When she turned to walk away, he caught her arm, spinning her back to face him.

  “The document is legal,” he sneered. “Your dear father never finished paying his debt. I own this cottage due to the breach of this contract.” He stepped closer. “You should be thanking me for saving you from debtors’ prison.”

  She jerked her arm free and took a step back from him. Looking up into his cold dark eyes, she mustered all of her courage. “Mr. Wolfe, let me be clear. I will never marry you.” Not backing down from his glare, she straightened herself and lifted her chin. “Leave my home at once.” Rose stood her ground and fought her tears. She refused to allow Mr. Wolfe to see how upset he made her.

  “I would be happy to do so…as soon as you agree to become my wife.”

  Lord Aubry stepped up behind him. “I am certain Miss Woodcourt asked you to leave the premises, sir.”

  His rich voice wrapped around Rose like a warm shawl on an icy night. Her limbs tingled in response, as she swallowed back the lump forming in her throat. She could not cry in front of them. She would perish of embarrassment if she did.

  Without changing his facial sneer, he bit out his retort. “Who are you to give me orders?” Mr. Wolfe spun to face Lord Aubry. His shoulders slumped as he dropped into a bow. “Forgive me, my lord. I am afraid you came upon a private matter and tempers are high.” He straightened before tossing a glance over his shoulder at Rose, his lips pressed into a tight line.

  Rose looked at Lord Aubry who stood there with a tight smile, then back at Wolfe. Cold fear trickled through her veins. Wolfe would not take kindly to Lord Aubry’s interference.

  The earl stepped forward, directly in front of Wolfe, his shoulders squared, his scowl dangerous. “You will show yourself out, this instant.”

  Rose stared at the men, her cheeks burning. As much as she appreciated his help, she would rather keep her struggles with this unsavory character private.

  “Yes, my lord. Right away.” Wolfe stepped around Lord Aubry, but not before glowering at her. A moment later the door slammed, shaking the floor beneath Rose’s feet. She let out the breath she’d been holding as she dipped into a deep curtsey.

  “Thank you, Lord Aubry.” Gratitude filled her, but her stomach also knotted. She knew Mr. Wolfe would not give up easily, and Lord Aubry was not likely to be around the next time she found herself in need of saving.

  * * * *

  Rose clutched the proof in her reticule as she marched toward the constable’s office. She had launched a frantic search through Papa’s old records last night. Hours were spent sorting through dusty ledgers, until at last she found the slip of parchment she needed. Rose pulled the receipt out and stared at it. Just how Mr. Wolfe managed to forge mortgage papers was beyond her understanding. Well, soon enough, she would prove Mr. Wolfe to be the fraud she knew he was.

  A gentleman in a tall hat rushed past as she reached for the office door. A gust of air created by his movement snatched the precious receipt from her hand. The document danced on the breeze, pausing briefly, then bounced across the walkway. Her pulse quickening, Rose hurried after the receipt. As she stooped to grab her proof, another wind gust snatched the parchment from her fingertips, carrying it away. It landed on the edge of a mud puddle in the center of the busy street. Rose’s chest tightened with dread. If the receipt were ruined, she would have nothing to disprove Mr. Wolfe’s lies.

  Scrambling after the small piece of parchment, she made to grab it, but the wind gave it wings again. She paid no mind to the people moving all around her as she dodged between them, desperate to reclaim her proof.

  The receipt once again, fluttered down, landing in the very puddle from which Rose had just attempted to save it. Her heart sank. She reached out, fingers brushing the receipt, but pulled back when a carriage rattled by. No, no, no. This cannot be happening. If she lost her proof, Rose knew she would also lose the cottage. She edged closer to the curb. As she did, a horse approached with a quick gate. Rose jumped back and watched, as its hooves trampled her hope into the muddy pool.

  Dropping to her knees, she reached for the soiled receipt, heedless of her gown. Please let the writing still be legible. She leaned over as far as she could, and fished the parchment out of the muddied water. Her heart tumbled to her toes. The ink was smeared beyond recognition. Nothing more than black streaks remained. What was she to do now?

  “Miss Woodcourt?” A deep, soothing voice invaded her thoughts.

  She turned her head, her gaze colliding with Lord Aubry’s.

  Rose took the hand he offered, allowing him to pull her up. She glanced down at the sopping parchment. “Gone, it is all gone.” Her voice shook as she met his questioning gaze.

  “What is gone?”

  “This! My proof.” Frustrated, she dangled the wet, smeared receipt in front of him. Her white gloves now stained with muddy street water from fishing the receipt out of the gutter. Rose struggled to maintain her composure.

  “I am afraid I do not follow, Miss Woodcourt.” Concern flashed in his blue ey
es.

  Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders, determined to stay calm. “It was the receipt proving Papa had indeed paid off the mortgage he owed Mr. Wolfe’s father. I intended to take the proof to the constable. Now I have nothing.” Rose fought rising panic, her free hand fisting her skirt.

  “You might still hire the Bow Street Runners to investigate.” He studied her, his gaze softened.

  Something in the way he searched her face warmed her deep inside. “That is not an option. I must go, my lord.” She dipped into a curtsy.

  He caught her elbow and pulled her to her feet. “Pray tell, why is hiring a Bow Street runner not an option?” Rose could not ignore the small butterflies taking flight in her belly at his touch.

  She peered up into his sky-blue gaze and nibbled her lip. How could she admit to him that hiring them was beyond her financial reach? Without proof they could not simply right the wrong. Perhaps Wolfe could be arrested. No. She would have to hand over coin, and plenty of it, for an investigation. She had no extra coin. No matter how she tried to think to answer him, she simply couldn’t respond. She stood mute, gazing at him.

  “Do you intend to ignore me?” Frustration coated Lord Aubry’s words.

  Rose glanced up at him. Could he help? She wanted to ask, but made no move to speak.

  “If you tell me what the issue is perhaps I may be able to assist you.” His eyes were locked on hers. His voice was gentle. An odd sensation unfurled in her midsection.

  Rose averted her gaze, not entirely sure she wished to share her struggles with him.

  “Very well,” he said. “Keep your secrets for now, if you must.”

  “I cannot afford an investigation at this time, and I do not desire your assistance.” Her cheeks flamed at the admission. “I could not possibly impose.” Her insides felt so strange. Why did he affect her so?

 

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