Thrown from his horse, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam is left to traverse the remaining fifteen miles to Pemberley on foot. Richard never imagined the first carriage to cross his path would contain the one woman he thought he would never see again.Lady Aimée de Bourbon the only child of Prince du Sang Geoffroy de Bourbon, Marquis of Agen had captured and nearly broke Richard’s heart four years earlier. He had loved her and planned to give up his bachelor ways, but her father intended her to marry a royal, not an English Earl’s second son. Now Lady Aimée is affianced to Señor Duarte de Cortázar, a lesser Portuguese royal.
While lost in his thoughts of his prior love, the carriage is robbed, Lady Aimée’s dowry stolen, and Lord Agen is injured. Colonel Fitzwilliam directs the driver to take them to Pemberley where Mr. Darcy and his wife Elizabeth take them in and offer refuge and a place to heal.
Ancient customs of Dom Duarte’s family forbids marriage without the dowry present at the wedding and now with the dowry stolen, Lady Aimée and her father fear the de Cortázar’s will call off the marriage. But Lady Aimée intends to have love and will let nothing stand in her way, even if it means hurting the man she once professed to love.
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from Chapter 9 Aimée lay in bed, tossing and turning on the
luxurious mattress. Though she was exhausted by the events of this never-ending
day, sleep evaded her. She was plagued by worries of her dowry, the persistent
highwaymen, and her father’s condition. Most of all, she worried that Dom
Duarte no longer cared for her and regretted his decision to marry her.
He was acting so strangely. It was not all in her
imagination. After all the time they spent together in Aberdeen and in the
carriage during their long journey, she thought she had come to know him better
than she knew anyone except her father.
The fear and anxiety she had felt when her father told
her he had selected a husband for her had disappeared. Her future husband had
turned out to be a kind, gentle, and loving man and she counted the days until
the wedding. Where had that man gone? Why had he deserted her?
Giving up on sleep, Aimée put on her dressing gown and
made her way downstairs. The house was still buzzing with activity. She stopped
at the bottom of the stairs and observed the servants bustling around under the
direction of Colonel Fitzwilliam, who looked entirely at ease leading people into
battle against those who dared breach Pemberley’s walls without permission.
“Lady Aimée, what are you doing down here? Should you
not be in bed?” Richard asked when he saw her.
“I could not sleep. I thought a turn about the house
would do me good.”
“How is your father?” Richard asked as he leaned
casually against the banister next to her.
“He is fine. He should be sleeping now.”
“That is good. He needs his rest so he can heal.”
Aimée rested her hand on one of the balusters and traced the pattern carved
into the wood.
“Colonel Fitzwilliam, you do not think the thieves
will return tonight, do you?”
“No, I do not think so.”
“I hope not.”
“They would be foolish if they did. There are twenty
men watching the grounds, including extras standing guard outside your father's
window.”
“That is very kind of you to take such special care of
Papa. I greatly appreciate it,” Aimée said. “Your family has been extremely
kind to us. I am glad you brought us here.” She looked up at Richard through
her long, golden lashes and smiled prettily at him.
“You are welcome. I hope I am not being too forward,
but may I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, you may ask me anything.”
“Are you happy with your engagement to Señor de
Cortázar?” Aimée stood silent for a long time, which made Richard uneasy.
“I am sorry, I should not have asked. Because of our
prior acquaintance, I thought ....”
“It is all right, Colonel. I know you mean well. A
week ago I would have been confident answering your question, but today I am no
longer certain.”
“How can a beautiful woman like you want to marry a
man who is only interested in your dowry?”
“I do wonder of late if Dom Duarte is more interested
in the dowry than in me, but it is not my place to question him. My father
arranged the match and he knows what is best for me.”
“Well, I know what I would do if I was in his place.”
“In my father's place?” Aimée asked, confused.
“No, in Señor de Cortázar’s place.”
“What would you do, Colonel?”
“Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Tell me,” Aimee said a little imperiously. Richard’s
eyes lingered on Aimée’s lips, but then he shook his head and moved a step
backwards.
“I cannot. I gave my word.” Aimée was a little shocked
when she came to understand his meaning. A blush overspread her features and
she was about to tease and scold Richard for his forwardness when she beheld
Dom Duarte come out of the library not far away. He had not noticed her and
Richard yet, but he would in a heartbeat. She assessed Richard and Dom Duarte
and made a decision.
“Kiss me,” Aimée whispered.
“What?”
Taking matters into her own hands, Aimée grabbed him
by the lapels and pressed her lips to his. She did not have any experience
kissing men, yet it was not unpleasant, and she would have let it go on
indefinitely if Richard had not pulled away with a startled oath.
Aimee opened her eyes and looked for Dom Duarte. He
was still there, examining a painting, and as far as she could tell he had not
witnessed her little display. She was incredulous that she could blatantly
disregard propriety no more than twenty feet from her fiancé and he would be
oblivious to it.
As the Dom began to turn in her direction, Aimée took
a deep breath, her bosom heaving in her flimsy dressing gown, and pulled the
spluttering Richard in for another kiss. Her eyes were wide open this time as
she searched Dom Duarte’s face for any sign of jealousy. “Good evening, Aimée. Colonel Fitzwilliam,”
Dom Duarte said calmly.
Richard pulled away more forcefully this time, his
face crimson with mortification.
“Dom Duarte, please forgive me. I ...,” Aimée
stammered.
“Forgive you? For what? Colonel Fitzwilliam is a
mortal man. It takes a strong character to be able to resist carnal lust. You
are very beautiful, Aimée. The temptation simply proved too great for him. You
are not to blame.” Dom Duarte gave the smallest shrug of his shoulders before
moving past the couple to climb the stairs.
Incredulous, Aimée cried after him, “Dom Duarte, the
Colonel took advantage of me. Will not you defend my honour?”
“Oh, very well. But can it wait until morning? I am
too tired tonight.” Dom Duarte reached the top of the stairs and turned in the
direction of his room, never looking back.
“That is a Portuguese temper?” Richard said when he
was finally able to speak. “I thought at the very least he would strike me in
the face. He did not even raise his voice. Is the man made of ice?”
“I have never
been so insulted in my entire life,” Aimée exclaimed. It was all she could do
to keep from screaming in frustration. Turning back to Richard, she slapped him
hard and then ran up to her room, leaving him rubbing his cheek and staring at
her retreating figure, entirely bewildered.
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