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Christmas Wishes: The Love of a Marquess

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by Emily Williams


  Chapter 1

  London, 1900

  "Really, Henrietta, you could have married at Kentonville and saved us all this trouble. Better still if you weren't going through with this," Lady Amelia said through chattering lips to her dear friend, Lady Henrietta Blythe, as they sat in the rocking carriage.

  "I know, but it will not be for much longer. You know, the house in Mayfair has not been lived in for many years. Dear John wants to bring new life back into the place, at my insistence of course. There will be no more talk of not marrying him. My mind is quite made up. Before you say anything, I know when the previous duchess died, the duke couldn't bring himself to visit the house in London. It had too many bad memories, so many sad ones. Now that John is duke, he wants to visit the holdings he now owns. We've had Christmas in the country since we were children. Imagine it, in a few days we will celebrate my wedding and Christmas in London," Lady Henrietta beamed.

  She didn't feel the cold at all, as she was so absorbed in thinking about her forthcoming nuptials, while Lady Amelia shivered despite being covered in thick blankets. The snow was still falling, and Lady Amelia prayed they would reach London before any snow drifts impeded their journey.

  She and Lady Henrietta had known each other since childhood. However, while Lady Henrietta was a romantic, Lady Amelia was far too practical for affairs of the heart.

  The carriage continued to rock them about.

  "Do you know it is exactly twelve months since I met John. It was so sad really," Lady Henrietta scrunched her face remembering meeting John Lucas, then Marquess of Landoven, at his great-uncle's funeral. He was such a serious-looking young man who had little time for her charms.

  "We must attend as a family," she remembered her father saying, "I do not think many will attend the funeral."

  She hadn't asked why. All she knew was that the duke had been reclusive but was still fondly remembered by Lady Henrietta's father. As soon as she set eyes on the handsome marquess, who was now the duke, Henrietta knew she would marry him. There was a sadness and forlornness about him that she wanted to clear away.

  "Hen, aren't you listening to me? Do not to try to set me up with any acquaintance of the duke's," Amelia warned her friend. Henrietta was dreamy and had already alluded to the fact that Amelia was bound to find a husband at their wedding.

  "The Lord works in mysterious ways. Look at how I met His Grace. My first sighting was at a funeral, but for me, it was love at first sight," Henrietta sighed. "I really do not know why you insist on not making the best of your features, Amelia. You will be an old maid if you are not careful."

  "Hen, how much do you really know about this man you are about to marry? I cannot conceive of such an irrational idea like love. It's just too disorganized for my liking." Amelia shrugged her shoulders as she considered the fate that was in her friend's future.

  "You really do not believe in the human spirit? We must find you a husband during the next Season—someone to make your heart race—and then, Amelia, will you know what true love means," Henrietta sighed again and tilted her head as she looked at Amelia.

  “Henrietta, you know I will no longer partake in the Season.”

  Why did people in love insist everyone else should be in love, Amelia asked herself, as though it was some special club one needed membership to. She didn't care for such silliness.

  "Your Ladyship, m’lady."

  The carriage had stopped. Henrietta and Amelia stepped out, and the snow crunched under their feet. The house was ablaze with a warm glow from the oil lamps shining in the windows. The duke had hired new staff as previously only a caretaker was in residence. The muffs and coats were taken from the ladies, as they were ushered into the drawing room where a roaring fire awaited them.

  "My darling, you have arrived safely," the duke greeted his bride to be and kissed her on the cheek. "Lady Amelia, welcome."

  Amelia was reserved. This relationship had been much too quick for her liking.

  "We shall have an intimate dinner this evening. My cousin, Bartley Livingston, the Earl of Swinford, will be joining us," the duke couldn't take his eyes off Lady Henrietta.

  As an only child, he had been rather independent of thought and was considered to be very serious. He didn't have time, nor interest, in games. Then Lady Henrietta, a flurry of energy, came into his life. While his title should have made him the envy of all men and a magnet for all the single young ladies, he had difficulty in meeting anyone. His shyness made him extremely awkward.

  Being the second son, John wasn't expected to be duke, but when his brother died in a shooting accident, suddenly he was the heir to the Dukedom of Kentonville, as his uncle had no children. His life changed, and so did the demands on his time.

  Now, however, Henrietta talked for the two of them. She took pressure off him in any social event, and he depended on his bride-to-be. She was insistent on marrying in London, and therefore he had agreed to re-open the Mayfair house despite it being dormant for years with just a caretaker to keep it maintained.

  John had never been in the house before two days ago. Henrietta knew how it haunted him and wanted to show the world that the stories were just scaremongering. He tried to talk her out of it, but she was insistent that their wedding in Mayfair would show the world they didn't believe in such silly things as bad luck.

  Now that he was here, he was very happy that Henrietta had changed his mind. It was a very fine house, indeed, but it had taken a month to get back into shape. The caretaker was elderly and, without the resources required for maintenance, had allowed the house to fall into disarray.

  The duke's feelings were somewhat calmed with the arrival of his beloved. He sensed Lady Amelia was suspicious of him. He couldn't blame her, as this had been a whirlwind romance. Due to his mourning period, he had not partaken of the Season, but Lady Henrietta had called upon him whenever she could, bringing delicacies and crafts she had made. John’s man, Andrews, had commented on how enamored the young lady seem to be with His Grace.

  He wasn't quite sure if it was because she was the first young lady to pay attention to him, but the new duke began to call upon Lady Henrietta Blythe, much to the delight of her father. She was easy to be around, and he didn't break out in the usual way with sweaty palms, a racing heart, and a stammer which appeared when he was anxious. As for Henrietta, with her mother being dead, her father worried that she may never marry, instead feeling obliged to care for her aging father.

  As the autumn leaves fell and the days got colder, Lady Henrietta and the Duke of Kentonville's love grew warmer, and he proposed. It seemed so sudden and yet, as though they'd known each other a thousand years. They would finish each other's sentences and had a level of intimacy that belied the fact that they had only met briefly a year earlier, yet only renewed this acquaintance not three months ago.

  The door of the drawing room blew open in a flurry of wind as the ladies shivered. John was uneasy, but then saw that the front door had opened, and Bartley had arrived bringing the cold air in with him.

  "Swinford, you made it. I don't think these door closures are what they used to be," he tried to calm the ladies.

  As John was out of earshot, Amelia took the opportunity to whisper to Henrietta, "This better not be a setup."

  Henrietta smirked at her friend's discomfort, but had to keep her own counsel as the gentleman joined them.

  "Lady Henrietta, Lady Amelia, this is my cousin, Bartley Livingston, the Earl of Swinford," John made the introductions as the handsome earl seemed smitten with Amelia.

  "How did I miss you during the Season?" he asked her, offering a warm smile.

  "I don't do the Season anymore. Too much idleness and gossip for my liking," Amelia felt uncomfortable with how he stared at her, and shifted in her seat.

  She wanted him to stop looking at her, but it would be churlish if she made any sudden move. The moment was broken when John called Bartley to discuss something in private.

  It was a relief when they
were called to dinner. The dining room was grand and seemed too big for a party of four.

  "…and we shall marry at St. George's in Hanover Square on Christmas morning," Henrietta informed their witnesses.

  "Who is that woman?" Amelia asked, pointing at a painting. Her intentions were to disrupt the conversation; she had heard the marriage plans dozens of times.

  "It was the last duchess, my aunt," the duke answered, as the women looked at each other.

  "She was very beautiful. Will you commission a painting of Lady Henrietta when you marry?"

  "Indeed, there will be a change in portraiture to signal the new duchess," John said as he stared adoringly into his beloved’s eyes.

  "Perhaps we should retire to our rooms. We've had quite the day," Amelia said.

  "Well then, we shall retire to the study for port and cigars. This house has many issues that I can assist with,” said Bartley, looking in the direction of Amelia. “I'm something of an amateur architect, Lady Amelia.”

  "I am not sure I find an interest in architecture, My Lord. But, I guess everyone has a hobby," Lady Amelia tried to be haughty and saw a flash of disappointment cross Bartley's face.

  As Henrietta and Amelia walked to their rooms, Amelia had a query for her friend.

  "Which room did the duchess have?"

  "I’ve never asked. I thought it might seem rude of me," Henrietta said.

  "What was that?" There was a noise ahead of them and Amelia was sure she caught sight of someone in the shadows.

  "Who is there? Show yourself at once," Lady Amelia’s authoritative air made the person come forward. A doubled-over, elderly man stood before them. He was as close to a corpse as a live person could be, Amelia thought to herself.

  "I beg your pardon, your Ladyships. I did not mean to alarm you. I am the caretaker here," said the old man as he leaned against one of the doors to a bedroom. "I heard you asking about the duchess’s room. Well, this is it,” he said as he motioned to the door he was leaning against. “It was renovated, but she never got to see it. Her Ladyship passed away before it was complete."

  “May we go in there?” asked Henrietta.

  The caretaker moved away from the door. Henrietta went to turn the handle, but the door would not budge.

  "That's strange; it must be locked, but I asked all rooms to be unlocked," said Henrietta, perplexed.

  "Perhaps it's just a little stiff. Try it again," Amelia encouraged Henrietta.

  This time the door opened, and Henrietta fell forwards, quenching her lamp.

  "What happened?" Amelia said.

  With only Lady Amelia's lamp for light, she held it up to reveal the bedroom. It was beautiful, mesmerizing even, as she looked around.

  "This is it, Amelia. The room that no duchess has used."

  "You will be the first, My Lady." The little old man smiled at them. "I must go on my rounds and make sure all is well," said the caretaker as he shuffled off, checking the doors and doing his caretaker duties.

  "Look, Amelia, the furniture is just covered. From what John tells me, it was the duchess’s own desire and choice of furniture. I wonder, do you think I should move into these quarters tomorrow? It seems a shame to waste. The duke had bought the house for the duchess."

  "The duke must have cared about her very much. She had exquisite taste. I can understand how he missed her when she passed," said Amelia, slightly above a whisper as she looked around the room in awe.

  "So you do believe in love, Amelia," Lady Henrietta teased.

  "Now, hush. You know I don’t,” smiled Amelia.

  Henrietta said, "I feel a burst of energy, and I do not think I will sleep one wink. Will you stay up with me? We can play whist."

  Amelia agreed.

  Chapter 2

  As the women woke up at their leisure, they dressed and joined the John and Bartley for breakfast.

  “Did you stay the night, Lord Swinford? I would have thought you would have gone home,” asked Amelia.

  “Well, Lady Amelia, that was the plan. But His Grace and I were involved in a lively discussion until very late in the evening. I was graciously offered a guest bedroom, and I accepted,” smiled Bartley.

  “Well, how lovely that you are able to join us for breakfast,” said Henrietta.

  The women had also stayed up late with their card game as entertainment. They had a hard time suppressing their yawns.

  "Did the change in air interfere with your sleep?" Bartley inquired of the ladies, as he looked to John with a bemused look upon his face.

  Bartley had business in London to attend to, so he rose as he excused himself. But before he took his leave, he enquired after Amelia, "Lady Amelia, I wonder if you might do me the honor of taking a carriage ride with me in Hyde Park.” He paused when Amelia didn’t immediately answer. “I know it is snowing, but the city is quite beautiful at Christmastime. Lady Henrietta may like to accompany us." He hoped the extended invitation would not be declined.

  "That would be wonderful, Lord Swinford. We shall see you after luncheon," Henrietta accepted for both of them. She smiled as she saw Amelia's cheeks and décolletage flush with redness.

  The men left the room, and Bartley looked particularly pleased.

  "You are not so immune to his charms, as you'd like me to think, Amelia," Henrietta teased.

  "I really don't know what you mean, Henrietta. Shall we wait for them to leave before we look upstairs?" Lady Amelia went to the window.

  It was her first view of the city in daylight, and while there was something romantic about snowfall and the silence it brought, now all she saw was the dirty slush on the road. It would make walking impossible. However, she was quite taken by the sounds of the city. The hustle and bustle of the street traders. At home, there was birdsong, whereas now, it was the sound of people going about their business.

  "I must write to Papa and tell him all is well. I shall see you shortly, Amelia," Henrietta left Amelia alone.

  Amelia was alerted to the sound of a whisper. What was it? She turned around to see Bartley standing at the doorway.

  "Lady Amelia, please do not be alarmed," he said as Amelia was very aware of being alone in his company. "I just wanted to say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I will not get the opportunity to declare my love when we are in company. You have stolen my heart," he leaned forward in an effort to continuing whispering, but Amelia stepped backward.

  "My Lord, have you taken leave of your senses? Please step back. We have only just met; it is not possible that you can have that depth of feeling towards me. Especially when I have not reciprocated any such feelings," Amelia was rather alarmed by his ardor.

  "My apologies, my lady, I did not mean to cause you alarm. It is just when Venus herself stands before me, what is a mere mortal supposed to do?"

  "Ahem. Do you need anything, m’lady?" Andrews announced himself as the earl quickly bid Amelia farewell.

  "I shall join Lady Henrietta shortly, Andrews. Actually, we may need your assistance. We wish to explore the duchess's quarters."

  "I would advise against it, m’lady. His Grace has not said it may be occupied," Andrews said.

  "It is not my decision, Andrews. Discuss your concerns with Lady Henrietta. I shall be along shortly."

  Alone again, Lady Amelia couldn't help but smile as she watched the earl leave the townhouse. She watched his footprints left in the snow. He looked up at the window and blew a kiss, but she stepped back, not wanting to encourage him. However, she had to admit she was very flattered by his attention. Despite her best efforts, a giggle escaped. As Lady Amelia Harrington, she was of excellent breeding. Her father, the Marquess of Stannington, had been trying to encourage her to marry, but she didn't trust the suitors who showed an interest in her. Even though they declared their love, Amelia knew they were more interested in her money and her father’s title. While she pretended not to be romantic, she really did want to fall in love. Amelia believed that people confused infatuation with l
ove, and she suspected this to be the case with Henrietta and the duke. Their courtship was very brief, and Amelia did not believe one could fall in love so quickly.

  Doing her best to recover her composure, Amelia made her way upstairs. She could hear Henrietta giving orders to Andrews. As the soon-to-be Duchess, Amelia believed she should have full access to the house. Suitably admonished, Andrews agreed to help.

  "Look, Amelia. Isn't it the most beautiful room," Henrietta exclaimed as Mary, her lady's maid, opened the shutters, and the sunlight flooded the room.

  Amelia looked around the room. It was exquisitely decorated. The fireplace was ornate, and the gilded mirrors allowed the light to bounce around.

  "It is so beautiful. Mary, tell the maid to prepare this room for me. I wish to sleep here tonight."

  Andrews' eyebrows looked like as if they were about to jump off his forehead. Amelia had to admit to feeling as if Henrietta’s behavior was inappropriate. While it wasn't long until she would be the duchess of the house, she was still a guest.

  "Are you quite sure of that decision, Henrietta? Surely you should discuss this with John. It is still his house, after all," Lady Amelia shivered as a draft rushed through the room.

  "Amelia, you of all people! Like you ever asked permission to do anything. John will understand."

  Henrietta's mind was quite made up, "As the room is being prepared, let’s sit by the fire in the study.”

  The fireplace radiated warmth as the women enjoyed its comfort. Henrietta questioned Amelia about her feelings towards Bartley.

  "We have our carriage ride in Hyde Park later, but I may feign a headache, and Lucille can act as chaperone," said Henrietta, who was working up a plan in her mind.

  "Please do not do such a thing, Henrietta. I have no wish to be alone with the earl. Promise me," Amelia knew that once Lady Henrietta was scheming, nothing was going to stop her.

  Henrietta wanted a match between Bartley and Amelia, and this would be the perfect opportunity for a romance to develop. Christmas lent itself to romance, Henrietta thought to herself.

 

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