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Authors: Bertrice Small

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“You are to marry Lady Autumn?”
“Yes, your majesty.” The marquis smiled.
“When is the wedding day?”
“I have not yet decided,” Autumn spoke up nervously. “I should very much like some of my family to come from England.”
“Mais oui,”
the king replied. “Mademoiselle’s mama approves of this match?” he demanded.
“But of course, your majesty. I have not courted Autumn without her mother’s approval. It would not have been proper,” Sebastian said.
“I do not know if I want Mademoiselle Leslie to marry yet,” the boy king told the marquis. “I may desire her company while I am here at Chenonceaux, and afterwards in Paris. Paris is deadly dull.”
“I do not want to go to Paris now,” Autumn said nervously.
“I am certain the king does not mean for you to accompany him,
cherie,”
the marquis said. “His mama, who is looking for him, will make any arrangement with your mama, I am certain. Is that not so, your majesty?” Sebastian smiled blandly at Louis.
“My mother only desires what makes me happy,” the king replied.
“That is as it should be,” came the answer from the older man. “You are the king. But I think, perhaps, your mother has all she can do to keep you safe until your majesty’s thirteenth birthday in September. Without the good cardinal, who has been banished by your majesty’s enemies, it is difficult for her. There should be no distractions that upset her, eh?” He smiled again at the king.
“When you are married to Mademoiselle Leslie, and I desire her presence, will you bring her to my court, monseigneur?” the king asked.
“Your majesty has but to command,” the marquis answered him.
“Then we will withdraw our objection to your marriage,” Louis responded quite grandly. He took Autumn’s hand up and kissed it. “I must go now and find my
maman. Adieu, ma belle
Autumn.” Then Louis turned and hurried back down the gallery.
Autumn heaved an almost audible sigh of relief.
Sebastian chuckled. “Now that you have kissed four gentlemen,
cherie,
are you at last able to say I am the man for you?”
“How dare you tell the king I was your affianced?” she demanded. “I have not said I would marry you!” Her pretty cheeks were flushed.
“But is that not why you dismissed de Belfort and Montroi,
cherie?”
“Perhaps I mean to dismiss you as well,” Autumn threatened.
“I think I must kiss you again to bring you to your senses,” he told her mischievously, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
Autumn struggled halfheartedly, beating her little balled-up fists against his dark green velvet doublet. “You are so arrogant!”
“And you,
cherie,
are so adorable,” he told her. Then his mouth captured hers and, unable to help herself, Autumn slipped her arms about his neck. His lips were warm and smooth. They pressed firmly against hers. She felt as if he were drawing her very life force from her body, but she didn’t care in the least. When his hand made contact with her breast, she pulled away gasping, wide-eyed. “I saw him touch you like this,
cherie.
Did you like it?”
“Yes!”
she whispered back to him breathlessly.
Her honesty aroused him. He felt himself growing hard and groaned.
“Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!
You have no idea what you do to me,
cherie!”
“Yes, I do!” Autumn answered him, her hand slipping beneath his doublet to caress the bulge in his breeches. “I am a virgin, but I am not without certain knowledge, monseigneur.”
He caught up the little hand and kissed the palm passionately. “If I do not take you back to your mother now,
cherie,
you are going to lose your maidenhead in a bridged gallery spanning the River Cher. I am only a man. I do not want a hurried coupling, however,
ma petite.
When I claim the prize of your virginity I want your heart to soar and your body to vibrate with the pleasure I can give you. Come!” He pulled her along, back in the direction of the main section of the chateau.
“I have not said I would marry you, Sebastian d’Oleron!” she cried as she almost ran by his side.
“You told the king you would, and so you must!” he replied.
“I will not be forced!” she shouted.
He stopped and, facing her, demanded to know, “What must I do to win you, Autumn Rose Leslie? Tell me, and I will do it. May God and His Holy Mother help me, but I love you!”
“I want to be courted properly,” she said in dulcet tones.
“What in the name of all that is holy have I been doing?” he demanded of her, his look perplexed.
“You have been playing boys’ games with de Belfort and Montroi, Sebastian. You have all been attempting to see who could best the other. I have not been involved at all in any of this. Now that I have decided that you are the most interesting of my three suitors, you may court me; and when I have decided that you please me, I will set a wedding date, monseigneur,” Autumn told him sweetly.
“I should have taken you and put a child in your belly,” he said, half-angry. The minx was utterly maddening.
“It would do you no good,” Autumn said. “My father’s mother was in the throes of labor and would not wed her betrothed husband until he returned a piece of her property that her father had foolishly included in the marriage agreement. Had my grandfather Leslie not given in, my father would have been bastard-born. He was wise enough, however, to see the error of his ways. So Papa was born only minutes after the priest had pronounced my grandparents man and wife. We Leslie women do not like being herded like cattle; nor can we be trained like horses or dogs. You had best understand that if you really wish to wed me.”
He had to laugh, and he did. “You will not make me a good French wife,
cherie,
will you?”
“I shall make you a very good wife, Sebastian.” She smiled wickedly up at him. “If I marry you,
cheri.”
“Have you ever been spanked?” he said threateningly.
Autumn turned and pressed herself against his length. “No,” she said softly. “Will you spank me when we are wed?” Her lips were dangerously close and very tempting. “Will you bare my bottom or, if I wear them, leave my silk drawers on, monseigneur?” She rubbed herself against him teasingly. “I have never been spanked,” she cooed.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed her away, and taking her hand again, led her back into the great salon where the king was holding court. He said nothing, and Autumn could not refrain from a tiny giggle.
“We are going to have such grand fun,
mon coeur,”
she told him.
“Madame,” Sebastian said to Jasmine, “I have brought your daughter back. I found her close to being compromised by our boy king, who even at the age of twelve and a half already has a reputation for his sensual appetites. I had to tell the king we were betrothed. He wanted Autumn to remain here with him, and then go on to Paris. She will tell you the rest.” He looked at Autumn, who was now facing him as she stood next to her mother. “I shall come tomorrow morning and we will ride. Is that to your liking,
cherie?”
“Oui,
Sebastian,” Autumn said meekly, fluttering her dark lashes at him.
He leaned over and spoke only for her ear. “I am going to begin soaking my hand in brine each day to toughen it up,
cherie.
You had best prepare yourself for a spanking very soon.
Without your drawers.”
“Oui,
Sebastian,” she murmured, and he laughed.
The Marquis d’Auriville bowed to Jasmine, then to Madame de Belfort and Madame St. Omer. “Mesdames,” he said. The three ladles curtsied to him, and he left them.
“What happened with the young king?” Jasmine said to her daughter.
“I would not have expected a boy of that age to be so mature,” Autumn replied, still surprised. “Nothing really happened. I was kissed, and my right breast was fondled. I gently but firmly put the young gentleman in his place. We were speaking quite companionably when d’Auriville decided I needed to be delivered from his majesty. They fenced back and forth verbally, then the king returned to the salon. Why are men like dogs with a bone where a woman is concerned?” Autumn wondered.
“Oh, dear,” Gaby de Belfort fretted nervously. “I hope that the king was not offended by your behavior, or the marquis’s.”
“Do not be a fool, sister,” Antoinette St. Omer said impatiently. “The king is like all boys his age, eager for his first conquest. There is no harm in it. Autumn handled herself quite well, as any sensible, proper young girl would have.”
“He said he had his first woman over a year ago,” Autumn told them.
Madame St. Omer chuckled. “I’m sure he did,” she said. “But that was not a conquest, Autumn. That was a woman provided for his majesty, and probably by the cardinal, who recognized his master’s penchant for all things sensual. By giving the boy respectable whores to amuse himself with, he is kept occupied and out of difficulties. Ah, Mazarin is a clever fellow. They say the queen is secretly married to him.”
“But he is in exile,” Autumn noted.
“A temporary thing, I assure you,” her aunt pronounced. “He will most certainly be back when Louis reaches his majority. Now,
ma petite,
tell me: How does a king kiss?”
“
Sister!”
Gaby de Belfort was pink with her blushes.
Autumn laughed. “Quite like any other man, but monsieur le marquis,” she said. “Sebastian is by far the best kisser I have ever known. There are four to date,
tante.
Louis was a bit determined, however, as if he had something to prove to himself.”
“I think,” Jasmine said, “that we had best go home now. We have paid our respects to the king and his mother. It will be dark before we reach Belle Fleurs. I do not like being on the road after dark.” She also did not want this continuing conversation overheard and gossiped about.
“Indeed,” Madame St. Omer agreed. “Let me see where Philippe has gotten to and tell him. Ah, there he is, with Madame Delacroix. She is a widow and has designs on our brother, I am certain. Look how she is flirting with him, the hussy!” She hurried off to fetch her sibling, a determined look in her eye.
“ ’Toinette fears another wife for Philippe would force us back to our little dower houses. She far prefers the grandeur of our beloved Archambault,” Gaby de Belfort said with unusual frankness.
“Philippe will not remarry,” Jasmine said. “He is far too comfortable as a widower, and he has his sisters for company. If he wishes to relieve the usual male itch, I do not doubt there are plenty of ladies willing to accommodate him.”
Gaby chuckled.
“Oui, ma cousine,
you are most correct,” she said. “I tell my sister that, but she worries that someone like Madame Delacroix will entrap our brother before he realizes what has happened. Philippe, being the gentleman he is, would then follow through, rather than hurt a woman’s feelings. That is why she is so protective of him.”
Adali had gone ahead to see that the coaches were brought forward. They were waiting as Autumn and the two older women exited the chateau. As he helped Madame de Belfort into her carriage, the Comte de Saville and his other sister hurried from Chenonceaux to join her. Adali then climbed into the Belle Fleurs coach with his mistress and Autumn, and without further delay they were off, back onto the river road that parallelled the Cher toward their own homes.
When they arrived back at Belle Fleurs, Autumn instructed Lily to lay out her riding clothes for the morning. “The marquis is coming!” she told her servant. “He is to court me, and then I shall marry him.”
“Don’t know what took you so long to come to that decision,” Lily said pithily. “Any fool could see he’s the man for you, m’lady. The others have been so fearful you would turn him away.”
Autumn chuckled. “I wanted to be courted like an ordinary girl, Lily. Three suitors at one time is too much for any girl. All they did was argue amongst themselves over me, but I was ignored!”
“You’ll not be ignored now,” Lily observed. “That Frenchie you’ve chosen is no laddie, m’lady. His eyes are hot when he looks at you. They say the French are grand lovers.” She giggled.
Autumn swatted Lily lightly. “I don’t think Mama would like to hear you speaking that way, or Toramalli, for that matter. I think you are becoming more knowledgable as your proficiency in the French language increases, Lily. I think you learn more from the footman Marc than you learn from Pere Bernard,” she teased.
Lily had the good grace to blush, and Autumn laughed. “Oh, m’lady, you’re naughty, you are.”
Mother and daughter sat by the fire in the hall that evening. Each was comfortably attired in a quilted velvet dressing gown with fur-lined slippers upon their feet, for the evening was chill. They had toasted bread and cheese over the fire as they had done when Autumn was a child at Glenkirk. They sipped sweet, pale gold wine and ate the last of the winter pears, sliced upon a plate and drizzled with honey.

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