Abducted by a Prince (37 page)

“What is this farcical tale?” he demanded. “You should not be here at all, Anne! You are poking your nose where it is not wanted!”

She faltered. “But I
do
have the key. I found it in your study.”

Ellie stood riveted. Her
uncle
had had the key? Why?

The earl caught Lady Anne by the arm and began to tow her across the room. “Enough of these wild fancies. I’ve dozens of household keys in my drawers. You picked up one by mistake.”

“But it’s the one with the brass crown on it,” Lady Anne said quietly. “I would know that key anywhere.”

“Hush your mouth! And how dare you search my possessions. Such shameful ingratitude after all I have done for you!”

He was steering her toward the doorway when Damien stepped out to block their passage. “She’s staying here.”

The earl’s face turned a mottled shade of red. “Bastard! Move out of my way at once!”

His eyes narrowing, Damien tightened his fingers into fists. For an instant, Ellie feared the two men would come to blows. Then a movement in the doorway caught her attention.

Lady Milford stood there, resplendent in amethyst silk, a stylish bonnet with ostrich feathers framing her fine features. She raised an eyebrow at the earl. “This charade has gone on long enough. You may have sworn me to secrecy long ago, Pennington, but it is past time for the truth to be told.”

Chapter 27

Silence cloaked the sunlit bedchamber. Ellie tried to fathom how Lady Milford fit into the puzzle.
Was
she Damien’s mother? But that could hardly have anything to do with Ellie’s family. She felt as if she were trying to solve a puzzle while only viewing a few small pieces.

Beatrice was the first to speak. “Truth?” she asked in a perky voice. “Why, what truth is that, my lady?”

“It is ancient history and of no interest to you,” her grandmother said. “Walt, you and your sister will leave this room at once.”

Walt removed the handkerchief from his face long enough to say in an offended tone, “But it’s
my
bedchamber.”

“Papa, do tell Grandmamma to let me stay,” Beatrice wheedled.

“Go,” Pennington snapped. “Both of you.
Now.
”

Shooed by the countess in her olive-green gown, brother and sister trooped out of the bedchamber, Walt scowling and Beatrice pouting. Their grandmother shut the door. Displeasure on her wrinkled face, she pivoted toward Lady Milford. “You are meddling in our affairs again, Clarissa. Have you not done enough damage already?”

Lady Milford’s eyebrow arched higher. “I daresay I should be thanked for sweeping up the damage done by your family!”

She stared imperiously until the countess harrumphed and went to plop her bulk into a chair by the door.

“I would like some answers,” Damien said in a grim tone. “Starting with the key that Lady Anne apparently has in her possession.”

All eyes turned to the slender woman in dove gray who stood beside the Earl of Pennington. Seeing Lady Anne tremble under all the attention, Ellie hastened forward and guided her to the green chintz chaise in front of the fireplace. “Come, my lady, there’s nothing to fear. I shall sit right here beside you.” She took the woman’s cold hands in hers and gently rubbed them. “You said that you’d found the key. The one with the crown on it. Pray tell, how did you even know about it?”

“The earl sent me out of the room the last time Lady Milford was here, when you’d been abducted. But I—I heard them quarreling. They were speaking of—of the Demon Prince. And the key.” She cast a distressed glance up at Damien, who stood frowning at her. “It was the first time that I realized … that I even
suspected
 … and even so, I still wasn’t quite
certain
…”

“Eavesdropping!” the earl muttered. “If I had known you would repay all my benevolence with such treachery—”

“It would behoove you to remain silent, Pennington,” Lady Milford said, seating herself on the other side of Lady Anne. “This is not
your
story, though I will allow that you do figure into it.”

“Will someone kindly tell me what is going on here?” Damien said in exasperation. He stood by the fireplace, his hands on his hips.

“It may be best if
I
relate the course of events,” Lady Milford said. “Nearly thirty years ago, a young lady of sixteen was permitted by her indulgent older sister to attend a house party at which members of the royal family were present. The occasion was in honor of a visiting delegation of Russian diplomats. Among them was Prince Rupert, a cousin to the czar.” Lady Milford glanced at Lady Anne, who had dropped her gaze to her lap. “Prince Rupert was a very handsome man of one-and-twenty and quite dashing to a girl still in the schoolroom. He swept her off her feet, and it was shortly after the delegation left England that she discovered she was in a delicate condition.”

Lady Anne lifted her head. “Rupert loved me,” she murmured, looking up at Damien. “He
did.
”

Still holding the woman’s hands, Ellie felt a tremor that shook the foundations of her world. She didn’t want to believe what she was hearing. She
couldn’t
believe it. She glanced up at Damien to see him standing stock-still, his expression taut, his gaze focused on Lady Anne.

“Love, bah,” the earl snapped as he paced back and forth. “The prince was a bounder, that’s what.”

“We’ve no need of such commentary!” Lady Milford reprimanded before returning her attention to Damien. “When I discovered that Pennington had threatened to cast his own wife’s sister out on the street, I placed Lady Anne into the care of a trusted friend, the widow of a vicar. And when Anne’s son was born, the earl insisted the child be fostered under a false name, never to be seen or heard from again. Having no real authority in the matter, I could do nothing but entrust the boy to Mrs. Mims and pray for the best.”

Granite-faced, Damien stared at Lady Anne. Yet still he said nothing. Ellie’s heart went out to him. How utterly shocked he must be. She herself could hardly wrap her own mind around the revelation.

Lady Anne … Damien’s
mother.
It just didn’t seem possible.

“But you
did
continue to interfere, Clarissa,” Ellie’s grandmother said resentfully from her chair against the wall. “You arranged for the boy to be admitted to Eton. You should have left well enough alone!”

“What?” Damien snapped, his eyes shifting to Lady Milford. “
You
paid for my tuition? I was told it was charity.”

She turned a kind smile up at him. “I stipulated to the provost that you were to believe so. You see, I could hardly allow a boy of high birth—indeed,
royal
birth—to be denied a proper education.”

He fell silent again, his jaw tight, his gaze brooding.

Ellie was trying to fit all the pieces together, as much for his sake as her own. “Uncle Basil, did you
know
that Damien was at Eton? Did you
tell
Walt to steal that key from him?”

The earl gave a start of surprise. “No! I knew nothing about any blasted key until Walter brought it home. Didn’t even know Anne’s brat was at Eton until Walter told me there was a bastard there claiming to be a prince. When I found out his name, you can be sure that I confiscated the key at once!”

Lady Anne drew a shaky breath. “You never knew that I’d slipped the key into my baby’s blanket, along with a letter.”

As if seeing her for the first time, Ellie clutched the woman’s slender fingers. She had always viewed Lady Anne as a dear aunt, even though they were not blood relations. To think that the tenderhearted woman had hidden such a secret all these years. And now, she had to relive the terrible memory of her newborn son being taken from her.

“Mrs. Mims told me there was a letter,” Damien said in a clipped tone. “She’d promised to give it to me upon reaching my majority. Yet I never saw it.” He swung toward the earl. “My guardian died shortly before you found out about the key. And all of her effects mysteriously vanished. Did
you
steal them?”

Pennington glared back at him. “The woman disobeyed my strict order not to speak of anything that you might use to trace your family and make demands on us someday. Naturally, when I learned that she’d blabbered about you being a prince, I had to see if she’d left any written proof as well. So, yes, I found the letter and I burned it.”

“What did it say?” Damien demanded. “And what does it have to do with the key?”

“Anne wanted to present you with the deed to an old hunting box in Berkshire,” Pennington said dismissively. “A ramshackle place on a small piece of acreage, nothing of significance.”

“It was an inheritance from my grandfather,” Lady Anne said, her voice vibrating with emotion. “And it was all I had to give to my son. But you’re wrong to think the key fits that door.”

Withdrawing her hands from Ellie’s, Lady Anne reached up to the cameo on its gold chain around her neck. Opening the back, she plucked out a key and reverently cradled it in her palm.

“When I overheard Basil speaking of a key belonging to the Demon Prince,” she went on, “I knew that I had to find it, to see if it was the same one. I searched for weeks. It was only three days ago that I discovered it tucked inside a box on a high shelf in the earl’s study.”

“Three days ago!” Ellie exclaimed. “That’s when you came to call on me. You must have been hoping to catch a glimpse of your son.”

“Yes.” Lady Anne lifted her yearning gaze to Damien. “I had to be
certain
. And now I am, finally. He looks ever so much like Rupert—especially his beautiful eyes.”

Damien took a step toward her. His expression intent, he said, “Where is this old roué now? Did you ever write to him about me?”

“I did, but … my letter was returned with a note from his secretary.” She glanced away, biting her lip. “Rupert succumbed to a fever onboard ship. He died before ever reaching his home.”

Damien prowled in front of the hearth. “So this knave was my sire? He seduced an underage girl. By God, I would like to have confronted him for abandoning you.”

“But Rupert did
not
abandon me,” she said earnestly. “He was returning to Russia to seek the blessing of his parents on our wedding. You see, before he left, we were married in secret.”

“Bosh!” the earl broke in. “The marriage was invalid. I was your guardian and you did not have
my
permission.”

“Perhaps I did not, Basil,” Lady Anne said with uncustomary passion. “But Rupert
did
persuade the archbishop to issue a special license and a vicar
did
perform the ceremony. I secured our marriage papers at the hunting box. This key fits a small coffer hidden inside the chimneypiece there.” She held out the key to Damien. “I wanted you to have proof that you are indeed the son of a prince.”

Damien stood unmoving for a moment. Then he came slowly forward and took the key from her. He held it up to the light, and Ellie could see the crown stamped into one end, just as he’d described to her.

He gripped his fingers around it. “I’d always hoped the key would lead me to my parents,” he said, gazing down in wonderment at his mother. “I dreamed about that for so long, it’s difficult for me to believe it has actually happened.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Damien,” she whispered. “I am so very sorry that I was not a mother to you. They took you away shortly after you were born. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you, pondered where you might be, and what you were doing. I should have been there for you in your childhood. Can you ever forgive me?”

The harsh mask left his face and Damien graced her with a smile. Sinking to one knee, he drew her into his arms and held her close, his hand moving over her slender back. A sheen of tears lit his green-gray eyes before he closed them momentarily and kissed his mother’s cheek. “There is nothing to forgive … Mother. You’ve done nothing wrong. The wrong was done
to
you.”

Watching them, Ellie felt tears spring to her own eyes. All those years he’d been searching for his parents. He’d been so determined to retrieve the key that he’d even abducted her out of desperation. Now, at long last, he had solved the mystery of his past. And she could not imagine a more perfect mother for him than kind, gentle Lady Anne.

Lady Milford sat watching with a gratified smile. “Well! This reunion has been long overdue. I finally realized that, Pennington, when Damien’s wife came to call on me today. I was coming here to tell you that I intended to break my vow to keep your dreadful secret.”

“I hope you’re satisfied,” the earl said bitterly. “No doubt, he’ll spread our family dirt hither and yon.”

Sitting back on his heels, Damien looked at Pennington. “You hid my connection to this family because you feared I’d extort money from you. Well, I shall indeed demand my just due. I’m taking my mother away from here to live in
my
house.” He kissed Lady Anne’s hands. “
If
the arrangement is acceptable to you, Mother.”

Her delicate features glowed. “Oh! Why, I would be honored—”

“This is intolerable!” declared the countess, rising from the chair. “Anne must stay here to chaperone Beatrice. How are we to find a replacement in the height of the season?”

Ellie had put up with her family’s selfishness for many years. But they would
not
stand in the way of Damien’s happiness. She surged to her feet to glare at her grandmother. “
Pay
someone,” she said tartly. “For it appears you have finally run out of poor relations to misuse.”

Chapter 28

Two days later, Damien drove Ellie and his mother in his open phaeton into the rolling green countryside of Berkshire. Birdsong blended with the clopping of the horses’ hooves and the jingling of the harness. It was the perfect day for a drive. The air was balmy for April, and the breeze felt soft and fresh against Ellie’s face. All around them, an artist’s palette of spring flowers bloomed in the wooded valleys, beside the hedgerows, and along the edges of the fields.