HISTORICAL ROMANCE: Scottish Romance: Scars of a Highlander (Highlander Alpha Male Romance) (Historical Fantasy Scottish Time Travel Romance Short Stories) (13 page)

“You’re going to hurt my feelings if you carry on.” William said with a faked pet lip.

“I’m sure.” Lucia said and then she reached her hand up to check her hair.

“Well, we should be getting back.” William said after a moment.

Lucia frowned.

“We can’t go back now.” She said in a worried voice.

“Why not?” William said with a blank face.

“After what we’ve just done?” Lucia said as though it didn’t need to be explained.

“Lucia.” William said and then he sighed. “You are a very beautiful girl, but you are the prince’s.” He said as though that was obvious too.

“But we just.” Lucia said, but she didn’t finish.

“It was nothing.” William said with a shrug and then walked out.

*****

Lucia looked down at the elegant white gown she was wearing. She could feel the weight of the netting pull down on her hips and winced a little when she tried to move. She looked beautiful. She looked like any future princess should look.

She could already hear the voices of the guests floating in through the window and she looked out nervously. It looked beautiful. A white silk runway with a wooden arch entwined with white roses. Lucia couldn’t have asked or expected for anything more.

She walked away from the window and sighed. She thought back to the night that she had shared with William and how she had not seen him since. The prince had proposed two months after that night and William had been right, without another prince in sight, she had said yes.

She wondered how the prince might react if he knew about their night of passion. She wondered whether he would still be willing to marry her. She shook her head. There was a reason she hadn’t told him the truth about that night. She knew he wouldn’t look at her again if she did.

A knock at the door pulled her attention away from the internal conflict that had been bothering her months. She walked slowly over to the door and opened it mid wince.

“Well, I knew you’d look beautiful, but wow.” William said.

Lucia didn’t say anything for a moment. She just stood in shock. It was like her mind just couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She was sure that she was dreaming.

“William?” She said finally.

“Well, at least you still remember me.” He said with a chuckle and then walked into the room.

Lucia didn’t try to stop him. She just watched as he walked in and sat down on the bed.

“I’ve missed you.” William said and his eyes were filled with sadness.

Lucia snorted.

“You walked away from me.” She said as though he needed to be reminded.

“I had to.” William said.

“Why?” Lucia demanded to know.

“Because you were the prince's.” William said with a weak shrug.

“I was no ones.” Lucia said and she couldn’t hide the anger and hurt from her voice. “What are you doing here?” She asked him.

“I can’t do this.” William said and gestured to Lucia and her dress.

“Do what?” She asked him.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you marry the wrong man. You should be marrying me. I should have never have walked out on you. I should have faced the prince like a man. I’m sorry.” He said and Lucia could tell that he meant every word.

“Well, it’s too late.” She said bitterly.

“It’s never too late.” William said and he stood up and walked over to her.

“It’s my wedding day.” She said.

“It’s never too late.” William repeated.

“It’s my wedding day.” Lucia said again, but this time more slowly.

“And like I said it’s never too late.” William said and then he leaned in and kissed her softly.

Lucia pushed him away.

“You don’t get to do this again.” She said and she could feel her cheeks burning hot from the tears that were tearing down them.

“Lucia, please I love you.” William pleaded.

Lucia stopped.

“What?” She asked.

“I love you.” William said again. “I need you in my life; please don’t make the wrong choice today.”

The sound of a harp playing sent Lucia’s heart into a frenzy. She was meant to be getting married. She was meant to be marrying the prince, but she knew in her heart that it was a mistake. She looked out of the window again at her perfect wedding and felt nothing but dread.

“You don’t run this time.” She said with a shaky voice.

“We run together.” William said and he smiled at her with a smile that reached right up into his eyes.

She nodded.

“Okay, well, we better get going.” She said with a grin and then she pulled him out of the door and towards the back of the house, so that they could make their escape.

*****

THE END

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The Rogue Duke: Scandalous Nobility

Sophia sat listening to the sound of the fire crackle as she pulled her dark brown hair through the pearlescent comb her mother had given her. The comb brushed through her hair without hitting any knots and then she pulled it back and pinned it into a loose bun, which let her curls bounce down around her pretty face.

She looked in the mirror and let her eyes hover over the reflection which had been steadily growing with her for twenty-one years. She was a beautiful girl or so everybody else thought. She had skin as white as the snow, which fell softly and quietly outside of her bedroom window. Her blue eyes were big and full of a sparkle which could only be found in those girls who believed that life was better spent being lived. Her dark brown hair was deep and warm. It fell down her back to her waist and in summer the sun’s beams would give her honeysuckle highlights which would shimmer whenever she moved.

Her attention got pulled away from her reflection by a knock at her door. She stood quickly and walked over to answer it.

“Our guests will be arriving soon.” Sophia’s mother said when the door was open enough for each to see the other.

“I’m almost ready mother.” Sophia said, as she glanced back into her room and the dress she still had to put on.

Her mother looked at her for a moment as though she was trying to decide whether or not what she was seeing was good enough. It lasted for a few seconds before she finally nodded and then walked away from Sophia’s room, without another word.

Sophia closed her door and looked over the dress. It was made out of beautiful dark green silk that was soft to the touch and kind to Sophia’s curves. The bottom of the dress seemed to float across the ground magically as though it was designed to never touch the ground and the body of the dress had been made with the finest bone corset that money could buy.

Sophia’s mother had bought her the dress. It had been bought with the intention of it being worn that night and that’s what was going to happen whether Sophia liked it or not.

She walked over to the dress and let her hand touch the silky material. It was beautiful and she would look beautiful in it, but she knew that beauty came at a price. She shifted her hand up the dress and felt the boning that would tear into her chest and force the air out of her lungs. She felt a soft frown bury into her forehead as she pulled it off its hanger and starting to pull it over her petticoat.

The silk felt cold against her skin and left a trail of goose bumps along its path, but Sophia didn’t mind. She was glad to be out of the itchy cotton dresses that had been all the rage the year before.

She walked over to a small bell ringer next to her door and held it until she heard footsteps.

“Do you need some help miss?” A green eyed and snooty nosed girl asked after she had knocked and had been let into the room.

“Yes, but go wash your hands first.” Sophia said and she smiled at the girl, as she nodded and dashed away from the room.

Sophia could feel the bone digging into her ribs as the maid pulled the final drawstring and fastened her into her dress.

“Does that feel alright miss?” The girl asked when she had tied the ribbon in place.

“Define alright.” Sophia joked, as she stepped away from the maid and looked at herself in the mirror.

“I’m sorry miss is it too tight?” The maid asked with anxious eyes.

“They’re always too tight, don’t worry.” Sophia said gently. “You get along with whatever you should be doing now.” She added and then she turned her attention back to the mirror and away from the maid who left quietly without another word.

Sophia tried to take a deep breath but changed her mind when her lungs set on fire with pain. She frowned again as she realized it would be that way all night and then made her way across the room to her door.

The house was alive with noise, as she walked out of her room and towards the large stairway, which would take her to the first floor. She could hear the maids as they walked quickly from room to room with their shoes tapping against the solid wood flooring with every step that they took.

“Sophia sweetheart, you look lovely.” Her mother said when they met at the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you.” Sophia said quietly.

“Go sit with your brothers in the lounge would you?” She said when a crash from the dining room, pulled her attention away from her daughter.

Sophie didn’t say anything as she turned and headed towards the lounge. She could feel an excitement in the air as she walked through the house, but it seemed to bounce off of her rather than sink into her skin as she thought about the night that lay ahead of her.

She knew that holding the first dinner for the newly arriving Dukes was a big deal, but it just wasn’t for her. She knew that her mother was going to try and push a marriage between her and one of them too, and this filled her with even more dread.

Sophie knew that she was meant to care about finding a husband. She knew that her place was meant to be at home making sure that everything was being looked after for her husband, but that just didn’t feel right to her. Sophie had her own dreams and ideas about what life should be like and they certainly didn’t fit in with the norm.

She sighed, as she realized that she might never get the choice about how her life was going to go and then she walked into the lounge and met her brothers.

*****

The guests arrived promptly and Sophia stood by her mother to meet them. She counted six dukes, as they kissed her hand softly and complimented her pretty dress. She smiled and at each and thanked them for their kind words, but it wasn’t until the seventh, walked into the room that she really started to pay attention.

She could tell from his walk that he had confidence. He walked with his head held high and his shoulders pushed back. His uniform was impeccable and Sophia worried about the reflection that his shoes might cast under her dress if he stood too close.

She smiled, as he took her hand and kissed her gently.

“You look beautiful.” He said quietly as he straightened himself. “I’ve heard those dresses hurt like a punch to the ribs, though.” He added and his eyes sparkled with humor.

Sophia smiled back at him. She could feel her cheeks blush, as her eyes met his. His eyes were brown, but they had a glow to them that reminded Sophia of honey. He held her eyes, as she held his and for a moment she was lost.

“I’ll see you in the dining room.” The duke said and his grin told Sophia that knew he’d made an impression on her.

“I expect you’ll receive great pleasure from such.” She said quickly.

The duke looked at her curiously for a moment. It was like he couldn’t decide whether she had made or joke or whether he should be taking her seriously. Sophia smiled, so that he knew that she had meant it in jest and his curiosity turned to an interest in an instant.

“I expect I shall.” He said with a grin.

Sophia watched as he walked towards the dining room. His walk was unchanged with their encounter and she wondered how many other girls who talked to with such familiarity.

“I see you’ve made yourself an acquaintance.” Sophia’s mother said.

Sophia jumped at the sound of her mother’s voice. She had been lost in thought after her meeting with the duke.

“He seemed agreeable.” Sophia nodded with agreeance.

“Quite.” Her mother said with a stiff nod.

Sophia could already hear the buzz of conversation coming from the dining room and once she was sure that all the guests had arrived she headed for the room herself.

The door had been left ajar and Sophia could see the grand table that her father had bought many years before that night. It sat in the middle of the room over a heavy wool carpet and was surrounded by expensive ornaments and family portraits.

She walked into the room quietly and scanned the table for her seat. She could see only two seats, which hadn’t been filled and realized that her mother had already foreseen her daughter’s favorite suitor. Sophia walked slowly over to the seat that was next to the duke with brown honey eyes and sat down.

“Well fancy that.” He said, turning to face her.

“It would seem as though we have the pleasure of each other’s company.” Sophia said softly.

She avoided his eyes as she spoke, but she could feel his as they burned with intensity. She could feel her cheeks blushing from the heat that his stare provoked, but she acted as though she didn’t.

“I should introduce myself properly.” The duke said. “My name is Edward Walters.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Sophia said at his introduction. “I’m Sophia, the youngest of the Roberts family.”

“You are the only daughter of the family?” Edward asked Sophia thoughtfully.

“I am.” Sophia said.

“So your mother will be looking to marry you with her full attention then?” Edward said.

Sophia could feel her cheeks burning, but it wasn’t because of embarrassment. She hated it when men assumed that she was in a hurry to marry. She hated the way they reacted whenever they found out that she was available. It was as though, they thought that the choice of marriage was purely up to them and that Sophia would, of course, say yes.

“I’m sure she is.” Sophia said finally. She tried to keep the bitterness out of her tone, but she could hear it seeping through into her words.

“But that doesn’t make you happy?” Edward said as he watched her face carefully.

“I don’t think marriage and happiness are connected.” Sophia said with caution and truth.

“So if a duke was to ask for your hand that wouldn’t make you happy?” Edward asked with a bemused look on his face.

Sophia could see the look in his eyes. He was daring her to say that it wouldn’t, but he assumed that it would be a lie. He was just like all the other men that Sophia had met. He only cared about himself and what he would look like with Sophia on his arm, there was no room for anything else.

“I can assure you that it would depend entirely on the man.” Sophia said.

“You’d marry a man without a title?” Edward said with a surprise look on his face.

“I’d marry a man in rags if I thought I loved him.” Sophia said with dignity and then she turned away from him.

Sophia had spoken to many men like Edward. They thought because they had money and fancy titles that they were better than most men. They thought that a proposal from them was something to be dreaming about. They thought that they held all the cards and that they made the choices, but they were wrong.

Sophia didn’t care about titles. She didn’t care about money or social standing. The only thing that Sophia cared about was marrying a man who respected her. She wanted to marry a man like her father who nurtured her dreams. She didn’t want to end up, as somebodies dream girl.

******

Sophia opened her eyes slowly and they shut them again quickly. The noise that had pulled her from her sleep was the maid who had decided it was time to open the curtains. She stayed still so that the maid wouldn’t know that she was awake. She didn’t want to get up yet. She didn’t want to have to leave her cozy bed and start the long, cold day that lay ahead of her.

“Miss.” The maid said softly.

Sophia ignored her.

“Miss?” The maid said again.

Sophia sighed. “What?”

“Your mother has requested that you have breakfast with her in the lounge.” The maid said.

“When does she expect me?” Sophia asked and she tried to fight her body’s reluctance to move.

“She’s already waiting miss.” The maid said.

Sophia listened to the maid’s footsteps, as they faded out of the room. She knew that her mother would be expecting her to arrive quickly, but she couldn’t find the willpower to roll out of bed. She let her eyes fall on the window and outside into the world beyond it.

Everything was white. The snow had continued to fall long after Sophia had fallen asleep and it had left the world looking peaceful and untouched. She shivered, as she pulled her sheets down and felt the bitter chill that the air held.

The maid had already put the fire on to burn, but it would be some time yet before the room warmed. Sophie got dressed quickly and then headed down the stairs to meet her mother in the lounge.

The house was already alive with a flurry of movement, as the maids cleaned up the dining hall and prepared breakfast for the house. Sophia watched, as maids scurried about the place as though their lives, depending on getting to their next task. She couldn’t help but wonder whether any of them were truly happy with their lots in life. She knew that she wouldn’t have been if she had to clean up after other each day.

She pushed open the door to the lounge and smiled at her mother.

“The meal went well last night. Don’t you think so?” Her mother asked as soon, as she had entered the room.

“I would say so mother.” Sophia replied.

She sat down at the small table that had been pushed up against the bay of the window. The table had already been filled with a selection of cold meats and fruit that made Sophia’s stomach growl, as she waited for her mother to take her pick first.