https://archiveofourown.org/works/89916246
A/N This one shot was inspired by a comment left on one of my other stories on AO3. Enjoy.
“No.” He stares at her. The young lady Dunsany stands, her fisted hands on her hips.
“No! No!” Her voice, already grating, gets even more so as it raises, “you have no other choice. I will tell mother. She won't be happy that a Jacobite lives here.”
He slowly smiles. “Perhaps not. Perhaps I will have to leave. Even better excelled to the Colonies. Nevertheless, I will not be blackmailed.”
“What if she has you killed? What if it affects your precious Jenny, Jamie?”
“Don't call me that! She won't. Your father will not allow that.”
He doesn't believe this completely but it doesn't matter. He won't be forced into another’s bed.
“He doesn't control her.” Her lip comes out in a pout. It is the final straw.
“Shall we find out?” He starts to walk out of the stall and towards the main house.
“What! Where are you going?”
She reaches for his arm and he easily moves away.
“To talk to Lord Dunsacy.”
This stuns her and he gets a good head start on her before she recovers and runs to catch up.
“Wait. Wait. You don't have to do that. I was just… I won't do anything. You don't have to…”
He keeps walking steadily towards the house.
The older man looks up as he walks in. Geneva huddles outside the door, her heart in her throat as she waits to see what he will say.
“How can I help you? Is all alright?” He half stands. The seriousness must be reflected on his face.
“Lord Dunsany, no sir. It isn't. This may be the stupidest thing I have ever done but I will not allow her to get away with it.”
“Your eldest daughter sir. She is attempting to blackmail me. She knows who I am, you see. Has read the letters my family has sent to me.”
He watches as the lord’s face grows red. Whether he was angry at Geneva or himself, he doesn't know. All he can do is go on.
“She doesn't like this match you have made and doesn't wish to give her, ah, innocence to such an old man. She wishes me to come to her bed. No matter what happens next, I will not do this. Out of honor for you, my Lord, my late,” oh and does it hurt him to refer to Claire like that, “wife, and my God.”
William Dunsany holds his fisted hands on his desk. Jamie stands and waits.
“Thank you for telling me. Thank you more for not giving into her demands. She has always been difficult. I will see to her and, out of respect for your honor and honesty, I will arrange for you to go home, if you wish.”
“Thank you my Lord,” it turned out better than he could have ever imagined,” that would be most welcome.”
“How did he deal with her?”
He snuggles her closer. To have her back in his arms is a miracle.
“He locked her into her room until she was sent off to be married to Lord Ransom. That was the last time I saw her.”
“Good riddance. That she would dare…”
“It is alright Sassanach. Her plan didn't succeed. Yours is the only bed I want to ever be in.”
The kiss and sink back into each other.
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