Dragonblade Holiday Bundle: A Historical Romance Collection

by Alexa Aston

  Midwinter Ball

  Lady Caroline Lavene

  is requested to attend the Ball

  at Carmarthan House, home of Viscount Carmarthan

  on 23rd of December current, at eight o’clock p.m.

  She frowned. This was the single most sought-after invitation on the social calendar this Season. For some reason, the Prince of Wales himself had taken a liking to the newly-invested Viscount Carmarthan of Wales.

  Yes, she read the social pages as well as the news.

  Why on earth would they take an interest in her? Caroline didn’t even know them and she had been so long out of society that her presence was no longer requested at such events.

  Then she remembered Hyde Park on the first of the month.

  Mrs. Camp’s choir. Handing out pamphlets.

  Lady Abigail Ridgeway. No doubt she was behind the invitation. It was said that she was very close to the Prince of Wales in her younger years.

  Julian would be attending as well.

  She closed her eyes but it didn’t stop her imaginings. It only assisted them in conjuring up an image of Julian in evening dress, his light brown hair dressed, a crisp white cravat setting off the sharp line of a black dinner jacket.

  Stop it! she told herself sharply.

  The fact the man was handsome and kind was no reason to entertain certain romantic thoughts.

  *

  Dinner for twelve had drawn to a close at Baron Westhaven’s home when Lady Abigail, seated opposite Julian, attracted his attention.

  “You might be interested to know I’ve invited someone special to my goddaughter’s Midwinter Ball.”

  He knew the look she gave him. Julian picked up his glass of wine and sipped, waiting for Lady Abigail to reveal the name, feeling very much like a fly who had landed right in the center of a spider’s web.

  Did spiders grin? If so, they probably looked very much like Lady Abigail Ridgeway. A very charming and elegant spider, but a spider nonetheless.

  Beside him, Lydia Stonely leaned forward, suddenly interested in this conversation.

  “Might I inquire who, my lady?”

  Lady Abigail gave Lydia only a half-look of acknowledgement. Rather, her main attention was centered on him. Julian felt a tingle at the back of his neck, a premonition of sorts. He set down his glass and waited for the spider to descend.

  “I thought it would be lovely to have the company of Lady Caroline Lavene. Don’t you agree?”

  Julian picked up his water glass this time and took a sip as he regarded her.

  “I think anyone you invite will be an asset to the engagement, my lady.”

  “Very prettily said, Winter. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

  Baroness Westhaven rose from the table, indicating it was time for the ladies to withdraw. The gentlemen rose to their feet. Julian noticed Lydia share a significant look with Margaret and Aunt Harriet.

  What poisonous gossip about Caroline had the girls poured into his aunt’s ear? He had no doubt he would hear more about it before the evening came to an end.

  Following cigars and port, the gentlemen joined the ladies in the drawing room. Julian clearly saw Allie give her husband a flirtatious glance as they entered, but instead of going to her husband’s side, she attached herself to him instead.

  “Have you seen the Westhavens’ fine portrait collection, Julian?” she asked.

  He shook his head, unsure where his friend was going with the conversation – it was her husband who was the artist in the family – but it was clear that her words were for the benefit of the guests, specifically his relations.

  Julian allowed her to lead him from the drawing room and up to the gallery landing where two hundred years of family portraits and pastoral scenes filled the walls.

  They were well away from the others before she spoke.

  “I see you’re still not successfully rid of Lydia, dear, yet your aunt tells me she still has hopes for a proposal before the end of the Season. At least she appears more amenable to casting the net wider,” she said. “Lady Abigail has arranged some suitable young gentlemen to be at Midwinter Ball and she’s made it very plain they’ve been instructed to exercise the full breadth of their charm on the girl.”

  Julian barked out a laugh, but softened it as the sound echoed loudly down the hall. Allie tapped his arm lightly and gave him a mock serious frown.

  “I promised to find you a wife and I intended to keep that promise. You know how dear you are to me, Julian. You are truly a good friend. But a little birdie tells me you may not need my help.”

  They stopped beneath an early eighteenth-century portrait of Algernon Westhaven. He was dressed for the country, a wide brimmed hat in one hand, the other on the head of his faithful springer spaniel. Julian studied the painting for a moment.

  Westhaven’s wife, Mathilda, stood beside him dressed in her finest day gown, a spray of white morning glory in her hand. The artist had captured the movement of the fine green silk sash around her waist. The brass plaque attached to the picture’s frame announced it to be a wedding portrait of the couple in the countryside around their family estate.

  “Do you believe in love at first sight?” he asked Allie.

  She shifted beside him. From the corners of his eyes, he found her regarding him closely.

  “Are you sure I’m the right person to ask? You know I was infatuated with David for the longest time before he even acknowledged any feelings in return – perhaps not a little unlike your Miss Stonely.”

  Julian gave a mock shudder. “You promise me hope and you take it away! You’re a cruel woman, Viscountess Carmarthan. And, for the record, let it be said you are as much unlike Lydia as any two women can be.”

  Now she laughed. “I suppose I am saying, only time can tell whether feeling love for another is merely a passing fancy or a genuine and long-lasting emotion. And it must be decided by both – which I hope you and Lady Lavene do.”

  “Is it that obvious I have developed a superior regard for her?”

  “Only to me,” she shrugged.

  Julian breathed a sigh of relief. He offered Allie his arm and they walked back down the gallery.

  “And to Lady Abigail…”

  Well, yes – he knew that. The woman reveled in being one step ahead of everyone.

  “And Margaret and Lydia, too,” Allie continued, “and, of course, by now your aunt Harriet will also be fully informed.”

  That brought him to a full halt at the top of the stairs.

  “Is that all?”

  Allie shrugged. “David knows, of course. I tell him everything. And I presume Sir Daniel knows as well. I don’t think Phillip is aware, at least he’s not mentioned it. For my twin, he can be rather obtuse. But in the end, there is only one person whose opinion should count…”

  Lady Caroline Lavene.

  Her name was left unspoken but there was no misunderstanding. They continued down the stairs to the drawing room where he could hear Margaret singing to accompaniment on the spinet.

  “How much do know about her?” Allie asked.

  “Enough… and yet not enough.”

  She nodded at his contradictory response as though it made perfect sense.

  “Then I wish you joy in both finding out together. Take a leaf from my book. Love – true love – is worth pursuing. Don’t let anyone persuade you otherwise.”

  They paused at the door. Julian picked up Allie’s hand and bent over it.

  “Thank you.”

  “We both wish you happy, Julian,” she said softly. “And a shorter courtship than ours…”

  They entered the drawing room as Margaret finished her recital for some of the guests and took a seat beside Lydia. Allie went to her husband’s side, taking his outstretched hand as she neared. Lady Abigail and her husband, Sir Daniel, were playing cards with their hosts at a table in a corner of the room.

  The only person not actively occupied at that moment was Aunt Harriet. She sat a little apa
rt from the rest of the room and her thinned lips as she looked at Julian told him she was not well pleased. She adjusted her shawl to make it obvious the seat beside her was free. He might as well address whatever the issue was now as later. In fact, it was preferable – he knew Harriet wouldn’t make too great a scene while in company.

  He took the seat beside her and asked discreetly what was wrong.

  “I’m surprised you need to ask,” she admonished. “You invite us to London and offer to help the girls with their Season, then we hardly get to see you. Hardly the behavior of a good host, Julian. Your father would be most disappointed in you.”

  Any guilt he might have felt about being a neglectful host evaporated at the mention of his father. He spoke through gritted teeth to keep his voice low.

  “I’ve provided you a quality address to stay at, a generous allowance to purchase what fripperies are required, and afforded you an introduction to the one of the most well-connected women in London and everything that goes with it. What more do you expect of me, Aunt?”

  Harriet straightened and shook herself, giving every appearance of a hen whose feathers were ruffled. “There’s no need to get yourself into a huff, Julian,” she hissed at him. She glanced about to ensure she had not attracted attention before continuing in a breathless whisper. “There is a most suitable young lady who has been more than patient waiting for you to do the right thing by her.”

  So that was it.

  “It should be more than clear by now, Aunt, that I owe Lydia Stonely nothing.”

  “You’ve led her on. She expects—”

  “Then she’s bound to be disappointed. Any claim Lydia has is only a product of her imagination which you keep indulging, Aunt.”

  “I see only too clearly why your father despairs of you, as now do I. It’s scandalous, mooning after a woman like Lady Lavene while she parades around with a bast—”

  Julian’s glare was enough to make the woman swallow the rest of the word.

  “Pick your next words carefully, Madam,” he said, keeping his voice low. “You are dancing on the fine edge of my forbearance and it will take very little to arrange for the three of you to be on the next coach back to Yorkshire.”

  A silent battle of wills was waged. In the past, Julian had relented out of deference to Harriet’s age and sex. But this time, he would not be moved. In the end it was his aunt who lowered her gaze first.

  “If that is the way you truly feel,” she sniffed, “then there is nothing I can do but to remind you of your honor as a gentleman and reputation as a Winter…”

  Oh, no, he wouldn’t be falling for those appeals.

  “That is the way it shall be, Aunt Harriet. I do not intend to ever have this discussion with you again.”

  Chapter Eight

  “How big is a lion?” Lucas asked, holding up a carved wooden one from his Noah’s Ark.

  Caroline smiled as she laced her son’s boots. Beside her, Mrs. Stewart struggled to fit the little boy’s arm down the sleeve of his coat while he still held the toy.

  “Well, you’ll find out today, Master Lucas,” Mrs. Stewart said. “But not if we can’t put your coat on. We’ll not having you freezing to death.”

  “Nanny is quite right, Lucas. Let me hold Leo a moment,” said Caroline, coaxing the toy from the little boy’s grasp.

  “I should like to take Leo with me. He would like to see lions, too.”

  This was not the first time they’d had this conversation this morning. She’d hoped he’d forget about bringing his companion, but here they were, the clock striking nine. Julian would arrive soon to take them on their excursion.

  “Are you sure that’s a wise idea? What if Leo likes it so much there, he decides to stay? Won’t his lioness get lonely all by herself?”

  It was an off-hand remark, a piece of fiction to try to persuade a little boy to leave an easily lost toy at home, but Lucas stopped what he was doing and looked directly at her.

  “Lonely like you, Mama? Do you need a lion?”

  Did he know his childish, artless words touched the deepest part of her soul, the one that still ached from time-to-time?

  Caroline pulled him into her arms before he could see her tears welling. “Why would I need a lion, my darling, when I have you?”

  The boy accepted the embrace a moment before fidgeting and pushing away. “Don’t be silly, I’m not a lion. I’m a cub.”

  A short time later, Julian arrived in a closed carriage in deference to the weather which appeared to be changeable.

  Caroline sat next to Mrs. Stewart and watched as, opposite, a lively Lucas told Julian everything he knew about the animals they might encounter at the Tower Menagerie.

  Was the child being a bother?

  It certainly didn’t seem so. Quite the contrary, Julian was participating equally in the animated conversation.

  How different Lucas was in the company of a man than in the mostly feminine company at home.

  A boy needs a father.

  She hid that observation deep in her breast, pushing it down, down, before it could tug at her heart once more.

  Encouraged by Julian, Lucas made animal calls – a lion’s roar, an elephant’s trumpeting, a monkey filling the carriage with raucous sounds. Mrs. Stewart put a finger to her temple and closed her eyes.

  It was beginning to be too much. Did Julian know what he had unleashed in the boy?

  “Lucas,” she called over the noise. “What sound does a kangaroo make?”

  At least the question brought an end to the high-pitched squealing her son imagined monkeys to make.

  He frowned. “I don’t know, Mama. I don’t think they make a noise at all. I think all they do is jump about like rabbits.”

  Once the thought occurred to him, Lucas started bouncing up and down. Julian must have seen her dismayed expression because he swiftly settled the boy on his knee and distracted him by pointing out the Tower which was now coming into view.

  After paying a shilling apiece, the four were admitted into the Tower enclosure where the menagerie was kept. A watchman conducted the tour and Lucas was determined to be at the front with Mrs. Stewart. The woman kept a tight hold on his hand to prevent him from venturing too close to the bars that were all that stood between them and the panthers and leopards in the big cat enclosure.

  Caroline accepted Julian’s arm as they walked behind the group.

  “Thank you,” she said. “Lucas is enjoying himself tremendously… as am I.”

  Those few words put a smile on Julian’s face that made her heart double in beat. And why would it not? What woman alive would not blush when such a smile was turned on her?

  “And I am glad of it,” he told her. “Lucas is a fine boy.”

  Some who made such an observation used it to disguise a question about his origins. Coming from Julian, she took the statement at face value and, in his case, decided to tell him the story.

  *

  Julian nodded, wondering whether Caroline suspected he was prying. He’d had no such intention. But now she had laid the matter out in the open…

  “If I might be frank, why did you not say as much to Baroness Thornley in Hyde Park the other day?”

  “I am the only mother Lucas has ever known. As far as he knows, I am his mother. But he is now getting to an age where he is curious about everything. How would it benefit him to know the woman who gave him birth rejected him? And to learn of this before a stranger?”

  Julian had to confess he had no ready answer for that, only that gossip would no doubt spread. Caroline had to be aware of it.

  “I hadn’t appreciated how alone and isolated I’d become in the five years since my husband died,” Caroline continued. “Raising Lucas has given my life purpose again. It’s only been in the past little while that I’ve given thought to the future.”

  “I hope you would consider me a part of it, too.”

  The words were out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

  Ca
roline stopped; her sweet, brown eyes wide. The menagerie tour continued on, leaving them alone with only leopards for company.

  “I couldn’t impose, that is to say…”

  Julian disengaged his arm but took both of her hands in his.

  “Over the past week, fate has been determined to throw us together,” he said softly to stop his voice echoing down the vaulted ceiling of the wild cat exhibit.

  “Just as Lucas came unexpectedly into your life at a time you needed someone, is it outside the realm of belief that such a thing may happen again?”

  She looked away, but not before he saw color on her cheeks. She had not taken her hands away from his, and he considered this a good sign.

  “Or perhaps it is me to whom Fate is showing favor,” he whispered. “I’ve desired a family of my own for the longest time. Thank you for letting me be a part of yours these past few days.”

  A silence stretched on between them. Julian desperately needed to see her face. His heart had been frozen for so long, seeking a woman who did not care for a title or wealth, but who loved her family and who would one day love him and make him a part of hers.

  “Oh, Julian.” Caroline’s tremulous voice caused him to hold his breath and brace for a rejection. She raised her face to his. Her expression told him she had not misunderstood his intention. “There is so much we do not know about each other.”

  “There are a thousand reasons why we should not pursue an attachment, Caroline,” he answered. “But I’m looking for the reason we should. Allow me to pay court and win your love – and that of Lucas.”

  Her smile was the sun out from behind the clouds on a cold day and Julian felt more of his heart thaw at the sight of it.

  “You have already won his favor by everything you’ve done already.”

  “Then let me win yours.”

  Caroline tucked her arm in his. “I would say you are already off to a very good start.”

  They continued through the passageway to catch up with their group.

  “There’s a ball to be held on the twenty-third–” he started.