The Duke's Decision - Part 1
Summary: The Duke of Winterfell is looking to marry, and he has his sights set on courting your sister, until he meets you.
Content warnings: Language (if any?), female spinster reader, social class system that may seem weird today, regency era dashing DUKE Bucky (I mean, that's a warning, right?), your mother is a cow – not a real one obviously but you'll see, and your sister Sharon is ridiculous (that's right-your sister is Sharon Carter and you're the oldest Carter sibling).
Author's note - I took a break for a little bit, but I'm back. I'm going to be posting only a/u stories for the time being and not taking any requests at this time.
Oh, and this is not a representation of proper society – it's my interpretation so if titles and addresses of people aren't traditionally correct or proper – oh well. Anyone who knows me knows I adore regency era historical romances (Like Bridgerton, Pride and Prejudice, etc.) so I wrote one and yes, I plan on doing more stories like this in the future.
'Buck'le up, this is a doozy as is the second part which is coming the following week. Enjoy.
Part 1 of 2
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"It came, it came!" Your mother burst into the drawing room where you were sat.
You put your book down and watched the scene from the window cushion you were curled up on.
"What came?" Your sister Sharon asked.
"The duke's reply."
You watched your mother wave the letter she was holding while your sister looked on.
"What duke?" Sharon wondered aloud.
"The Duke of Winterfell of course." Your mother said it like it was most obvious.
There were a few dukes in London but not that it mattered. You had no idea your mother sent a letter to the duke, but she must have if there was a response. There would be no need for any sort of duke to send your family a letter regardless.
"Well, what does it say?" Sharon asked, watching your mother read the unfolded parchment.
"He's coming!" Your mother clutched the parchment tight in her hands and smiled wide at your sister. You were curious but cautious at whatever new scheme your mother was plotting.
It was well known your younger sister was the belle of the family and you were not.
When you first made your debut six years ago, you were paraded around society in your pretty gowns and outfits with your hair styled just so. You attended balls and soirees, politely smiled and made small talk, but that quickly lost its lustre. You had little interest from the gentlemen of society while your mother dragged you to more events in the hopes you would find someone to wed. Because of the pressure to make a match, you fought with your mother at every turn.
The gowns, fuss, and overall socializing with nothing to show for was exhausting. You watched many of your friends and acquaintances become engaged or were courted by multiple gentlemen while you waited idly by hoping someone would show interest in you, but they never did.
Gentlemen would smile politely at you, ask a few general questions to be polite, but they either found your friends more engaging, or they moved on to someone else. You never seemed to hold their attention long enough for them to show an interest.
You preferred to discuss books and the current events of the towns and villages, something your mother always told you to keep quiet. According to her, no gentleman wanted an opinionated lady since it would be ill-mannered at dinners to have someone, especially a female, state their beliefs so boldly.
Women were expected to smile and politely engage in minimal conversation, mainly about the latest fashions while the men conversed about politics and government.
You had known a few friends who found themselves in arranged marriages and they were miserable. Marriages that would benefit the family, secure titles and fortunes rather than love. You had dreamed about marrying for love and not out of obligation or duty. You were looking for a love match and that also made your mother frustrated.
She did not believe in such fantasies and had constantly reminded you that you should be grateful for any kind of attention and to take the first proposal that came your way. In her mind, love was an illusion written in the silly books you read and was rarely a part of marriage. You had wanted to have someone to connect with and have meaningful conversations with; possibly fall in love with, not to be at someone's side just to look pretty and breed heirs.
You mother reminded you if you kept on the way you did in your first year, you would be thought of as brash and a liability if you shared your opinion on a topic considered controversial. In her mind, ladies weren't meant to disagree, but to agree, not cause a fuss, and keep quiet.
You were neither mindful nor demure according to your mother who was exasperated by your stubbornness. Add in your plain and basic looks she reminded you about daily, she felt you had nothing more to offer the eligible gentlemen of society.
After only having a few callers and nothing more than some mild interest, your first season was deemed a failure. Your mother used snide comments and unpleasant words around you which only added to your distaste for social outings as the seasons went on.
The next few seasons had the same fate as your first and finally, your mother gave up on you, announcing you were done and she was focusing her attention on your sister. Your younger, prettier, more trainable sister according to her.
That's right. Your mother threw snide remarks at you every chance she got as your sister grew into the hopeful debutante she was meant to be. The money and effort your mother put into your seasons were, in her eyes, a waste, but on your sister, she figured the effort and money she spent on her would give her a better return on investment and a better financial arrangement and better social standing for your family.
Imagine if your sister married a duke, the opportunities for your family would be abundant.
Your sister's debut season had started, and she had caught the eye of many interested suitors. Gentlemen callers would come by after balls and events, lavishing your sister with flowers, gifts, notes of poetry, and letters while you watched from the shadows.
The shadows were quickly becoming your comfort while you idly stood by and observed your sister bask in the attention the gentlemen doted on her. You were rarely introduced and if you were, it was only a brief introduction, then everyone's attention was back on your sister. You were forgotten. At first, it hurt you but now you roll your eyes at your mother's antics, plotting and scheming to climb the social ladder of society.
You quickly learned in your first few years the kind of women the gentlemen of the ton want. The higher ups like Dukes, Marquesses, and Earls usually wed for heirs, breeding stock, and status while Viscounts and Baron's were content to wed for connections that favoured land and money. No one you knew wed for love or romance as weddings were seen as business transactions according to your mother. She was in an arranged marriage with your father which you quickly realised there was no love between them when you witnessed her (twelve months and not a day longer) minimum mourning period when he had passed not long ago.
Your uncle ran the estate you were living in and would eventually sell it when you and your sister wed and moved on, but that was proving to be harder as the years passed. You figured early on that if you or your sister married well, your mother would be taken care of financially and be given an allowance, so she was hoping for a good match for your sister to keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to.
And you?
Your mother had made it perfectly clear your future would either be a lady's companion or Governess since she assumed you were content to stay single. The sad reality was, you wanted to marry, but you were holding out for having a love match and nothing less would do in your opinion, but that hope was fading as the years went on. If you never married, it was never meant to be, and you were content in knowing that.
"I need to get the estate ready." Your mother's voice cut through your thoughts.
"When is he arriving?" Sharon asked again.
"The end of the week."
Your mother folded the letter and placed it on the side table as she sat down and waved a maid to her side.
"Send me Mrs. Danvers." The maid curtsied and scurried off to find the household manager. You sat at the window seat and watched them fuss over the duke's arrival.
"Does Y/n have to be here?" Sharon glanced in your direction and gave a small eye roll.
Your mother looked confused but turned, noticing you for the first time since she stormed into the drawing room carrying the letter.
"Oh, you're here."
Sharon gave an un-ladylike snort at your mother's words.
"Yes, I suppose she does, but she knows the rules." Your mother shrugged and spotted Mrs. Danvers walking into the room, eager to get the plans in place for the arrival.
"You know what to do." Sharon glared at you while she huddled close to your mother.
Yes, you knew what to do. Whenever a gentleman caller would come by for your sister, you gave your sister and mother time alone with them so they could greet, make small talk, and politely converse together.
You would then enter the room unnoticed and sit or stand in the corner until you were called upon for introductions then go back to the corner or chair and remain out of sight, so your sister was the focus.
It was most awkward, but that way, the gentleman wouldn't have his attention on you AND your sister which was what your mother did not want. You sat back and half listened to the planning while you opened your book and continued reading your story about a pirate and his many adventures.
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"So, you're heading to the Carter estate when?" Steven Rogers, Marquess of Brookfield asked his oldest friend.
James Barnes, Duke of Winterfell, sat back in his dark leather chair and sighed.
"Two days time."
Steven sipped his glass of whisky.
"And you think it will be a good match?"
James scowled at his various parchments that were laying on his desk and looked up.
"Why wouldn't it be? According to my mother, she's the top contender this season. Good genes, beautiful, and well bred."
Steven chuckled and said, "You make her sound like you're buying a prized show horse."
James sighed.
"I don't have much of an option. Mother gave me an ultimatum and I suppose she's right."
"So, you'll just pick the best one this season and marry?"
"Well, yes. I don't have the luxury of waiting like you do." James rolled his eyes.
"I'm not waiting."
"You aren't?" James eyed his friend.
"I'm simply enjoying myself. The widows are a plenty so why would I settle myself down? Plus, having to deal with the matchmaking mothers and their twittering daughters makes my skin crawl" Steven shuddered at James.
"I'm sure you are enjoying yourself." James grumbled.
"Do you know much about Lady Sharon or her family?" Steven asked.
"Not a thing but according to my mother, she is the most sought after this season."
"It's a good thing her mother wrote to you when she did."
"Oh?"
"I'm told she's had offers but hasn't accepted any of them yet. I'm sure she won't refuse a proposal from a duke so you should prepare yourself to wed." Steven cautioned him.
"I know and I have been."
"Good."
James received a letter from Lady Carter requesting a visit during the middle of the season knowing his townhome in the city was going to be renovated and he needed a place to stay for a week. A tidbit of information his mother no doubt slipped to her acquaintance to get an advantage over the other mothers and their scheming ways.
"I just have to get this over with."
"I'm sure you do old man." Steven held his glass up and downed the remaining dark liquid before slamming the glass on the desk knowing what his friend was in for.
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"What do you suppose the Duke of Winterfell looks like? No one I know has any idea." Sharon asked. She had barged into the library where you were sitting by the fire.
"I am not sure."
"I hope he's handsome and dashing."
"Probably."
"Do you think he will be young or old?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe he's tall and has a deep voice?"
"Maybe he's a hunchback who is balding and limps?" You whispered to yourself while still reading.
Sharon glared at you and said, "Not likely. You're just jealous a duke is coming for me and not you."
"Maybe." You mumbled into your book.
"You never got the attention I'm getting, and this is my first season. You had six and nothing to show for it but your snide comments and loneliness. No respectful gentleman would ever want someone like you, let alone a duke. You're well past your prime. You're only hope is to marry someone blind or desperate, perhaps someone eager to rid themselves of a scandal." Sharon spat at you.
Her words stung, but you were used to the bite.
"Perhaps." Unbothered, you turned a page in the book only annoying her further.
"You're plain, opinionated, and dull." Sharon glared at you.
Annoyed at her constant interruptions, you finally put your book down and looked up at her.
"Maybe, but at least I didn't resort to mother at begging a duke to come and visit me when you have already had suitable proposals. Seems a little selfish if you ask me."
You saw Sharon's face turn red before she stormed away from the library leaving you in peace. You went back to your book and sighed, finding the page you had left off. You had one more night before the duke was set to arrive, so you were going to spend it relaxing in the library before things got too busy.
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The morning of the duke's arrival brought chaos to the estate. Maids, butlers, and serving staff ran amongst the halls and stairways carrying linens, platters, dusters, and whatever else your mother barked at them.
The fine China was brought out from storage and inspected, silverware and glassware was polished, and fresh flowers adorned the usual empty vases and urns that decorated the halls and tables. So much planning and prepping went into receiving people, let alone a duke, and the staff was being ran ragged with the things your mother was making them do.
From what you pieced together from the nosy maids was, the Duke of Winterfell is a bit of a recluse and new to his title.
The old Duke of Winterfell had passed away with no heirs, leaving his brother the title for a few years, but he recently passed away so the title was passed to his son who has been busy preparing to take over the title and is now looking to wed.
The new Dowager Duchess of Winterfell is eager for her son to marry and produce an heir so the title, money, and security would stay in the family.
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You had your maid assist you with your hair and made sure to look presentable for the duke's arrival. You turned around and stood still in front of the mirror in your room, brushing your hands over your plain grey muslin dress. You tended to stick to grey, light blue, cream, and even had a lavender gown you wore on rotation. All colours you knew blend into the walls and shadows without drawing attention to yourself.
Your sister Sharon usually wore bold colours and elaborate designs even when she was at home because in her words, you never knew when her future husband could walk through the doors. You reminded her that no gentleman has ever knowingly gone door to door looking for a bride like one would sell potions and ailments to which only made her scowl further at you. You're certain your sister's dress today would be something dramatic to catch his attention.
You shuddered thinking of the poor man who would end up with her and this duke was no exception when you heard your door open.
"So, you know what to do then?" Your mother asked from the doorway to your chambers.
You were glad your back was to her when you rolled your eyes.
"I won't embarrass you if that's what you are asking of me. I know what needs to be done."
"You have a place here, and that place is out of the way."
"I'm aware."
"So, I ask again, you know what needs to be done? I won't have you ruining this for your sister. I have worked hard securing this visit and match, and I appreciate if you stayed out of it. Speak when spoken too and be seen and not heard."
You wanted to sigh and say something smart, but you held your tongue. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could go back to the way things were.
"Yes, I am to hold myself back, quietly and discreetly descend the stairs after your introductions, then enter the drawing room where I will wait to be introduced." You've done this numerous times; you're surprised she's even asking you.
"Good. I don't want any issues from you this week, especially around the duke. He's here to court Sharon and hopefully propose, so try to keep your opinions to yourself and keep out of their way."
"I know and I promise not to embarrass you or the family name."
Your mother nodded, satisfied with your answer, then left, in search of Sharon since the guest of the week was due to arrive at any moment.
You were left alone in your chamber when you heard the announcement the duke's carriage had entered the gate.
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James sat in his carriage and peered out of the window, looking over the estate. It was well kept if on the smaller side, but he promised himself he wouldn't judge. From the information he had on Lady Sharon, she was going to be a suitable match, so this visit was justified and will hopefully be without any issues.
According to his findings from what others have said, Lady Sharon was beautiful, well rounded with her accomplishments, well trained, and very compliant. He scowled in thought remembering what Steven had said.
"Good god, I'm marrying a show horse." James muttered as the carriage came to a stop out front of the estate.
"Let's get this over with." James emerged from the carriage and placed his tall black hat on his head.
His dark brown boots hit the gravel as he made his way to the awaiting staff and what looked to be Lady Carter standing out front of the doors eager to receive him.
"Greetings, your Grace." Lady Carter curtsied then stuck her hand out so James could take it.
"Lady Carter."
"I trust your ride here was pleasant?" The older woman asked, her smile not seeming to reach her eyes.
"Yes, it was, thank you."
James walked up the steps and was brought inside the estate. He saw a young blonde woman standing at the bottom of the staircase wearing an evergreen gown cut low across the chest.
"Your Grace, may I present my daughter, Lady Sharon Carter."
Sharon stuck her arm in front of James almost thunking him in his chest and did a wooden awkward curtsy.
"Pleasure." He took her gloved hand and kissed the back of it politely. Sharon blushed and took her fan out, fanning herself from the introduction.
"Charmed." She said in a husky voice that seemed to grate his nerves, before flashing him a bright smile, batting her eyes.
She was pleasant enough, not quite as tall as he had hoped but that was minor.
"Your things will be brought to your chambers. I hope you will enjoy yourself while you are here. You are free to use the library or study since there are writing desks in both rooms for any of your correspondence while you are here. If there is anything we can do to make you feel more comfortable, please let the staff know." Lady Carter spoke behind him.
"Yes, I'll have my valet assist with unpacking and advise the staff, thank you." James nodded at Lady Carter while Sharon continued to bat her eyes from behind her fan.
To someone else, it looked like she had something in her eye, but he had to fight his own eye roll at her antics. If his mother were here, he would have words with her. Lady Sharon's dress was slightly inappropriate for an afternoon meeting seeing as it was cut a little lower in the chest and bold in colour better suited for a ballroom.
Her brash movements did not go unnoticed while Sharon made small talk about the estate. James was only half listening, trying to not be rude.
"...And, you'll have to head out to the east side of the estate, to view the sunrise over the hills." Lady Carter said.
James hadn't the heart to tell her about his views at his own estate which dwarfed this one, so he just smiled along.
"And what balls and soirees have you planned to attend this week?" Lady Sharon asked.
God, there were so many invitations he had declined he thought carefully before answering.
"Only one. The Stark ball."
Lady Sharon's eyes lit up.
The Stark ball was the halfway point of the season. Many engagements and courtships were usually announced at the ball, and it was the social event of the season.
"How exciting, us too. We shall go together." Lady Sharon cooed, stepping slightly forward in James' space.
He discreetly inched himself back and flashed her a polite smile. Just as they had stepped into the room next to the foyer, James held himself back from entering the lounge because he heard a sound coming from the grand staircase, so he stopped and looked up.
He froze at what he saw.
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You were listening to the arrival and conversations of the duke and your sister, inwardly groaning and rolling your eyes. He did have a pleasing voice you thought. Your mother may think Sharon was the belle of the season, but she wasn't, not by a long shot.
"She's probably using her fan trying to look coy and mysterious as they speak." You muttered before you adjusted your hair one final time.
You inhaled, then exhaled, steadying yourself before you turned and headed down the stairs to yet another meeting. You had waited the usual time of introductions and was intent on heading to the lounge when you descended the stairs.
You almost stumbled walking down the stairs at the scene before you. You saw a man, which you assumed was the duke standing alone in the foyer, watching your every move. He wore a black overcoat and paired it with a dark blue waistcoat, a crisp white shirt, perfectly tied cravat, tan pants, and his brown tall boots were flawlessly polished. His wavy hair was a dark chestnut brown and from what you saw, was a little on the longer side than how most gentlemen of the ton wore.
His bright blue eyes zeroed in on you as he watched you descend.
"Let me help you." His voice was deep and echoed in the foyer while he stepped toward you.
You briefly hesitated at his assistance knowing your role was to be the gentle wallflower but continued descending. He reached his hand out for you to take, sending shocks up your arm at the connection. You weren't wearing any gloves since you weren't officially meeting anyone, and he had removed his, so your bare hands briefly touched for the last two steps you descended.
"Thank you." You quietly replied and offered him a curtsey.
"Wh-who are you?" He blurted out.
You were about to reply when your mother came back out and scowled at you.
"Your Grace, this is my other daughter. Come now, Sharon awaits you in the drawing room." Your mother ushered you both into the room.
You didn't miss the glare she sent your way when you followed.
You stood to the side in front of your usual chair while Sharon waited for the duke's arrival. You saw them all sit in the sofas across from each other, then you sat in your chair in the corner. They chatted and conversed politely while you sat quietly and listened to their plans for the week.
A maid came in and brought some tea and a small tray of sandwiches and cakes. From their conversation, you learned there was going to be a small welcome dinner that evening to greet the duke. Your mother had invited a few people to dine at your estate, no doubt to show off the duke and your sister as a potential match.
You had to hide your eye roll at the obvious matchmaking she was plotting when you got up to fix yourself some tea.
James smiled politely while Lady Carter and Lady Sharon conversed. He told them about the country estate he had just moved into and about his other residence that was almost finished with renovations. He noticed their eyes widen and smile wide as he listed his other properties, no doubt impressed with his real estate while he listened to them go on and on about the running of them and how hard that must be for someone who is alone and having someone to help him would be ideal.
All while he was listening to them, his eyes seemed to roam to the mysterious lady in the corner of the room, who sat politely and wasn't included as part of their conversation. He wanted to know why and how it was possible Lady Sharon had a sister no one seemed to inform him of, not even his own mother.
He noticed the faces you made at listening to their conversation, and he had to clear his throat a few times to hide his amusement.
Lady Sharon may be the most desired of the season, but James felt she was a bit obtuse in her conversations. Sure, she was pretty to look at, but would she make a good duchess? His own mother seemed to think so, but his mind was second guessing this new predicament. His mother obviously has never met Lady Sharon.
Thinking back, his breathe was taken away from him while you descended the stairs, looking elegant and graceful as you came to the bottom of the staircase and he was immediately taken with you. You were graceful and elegant, and he felt a surge of excitement as he keenly watched you.
Come to think of it, he felt nothing when meeting Lady Sharon. He had to fight the urge to offer you his arm and settled for offering his hand while he assisted you.
The connection he felt when he took your ungloved hand felt like it would knock him over if he wasn't so sure on his feet.
"You must be tired. I'll get our house manager to escort you to your chambers." Lady Carter's voice snapped James' thoughts back to their dull conversation.
"Yes, right then. I was hoping to freshen up before dinner." James politely smiled and rose from the couch he was on.
"I shall see you all at dinner." James gave them a polite nod before he turned to leave the room, but he stopped and turned to face you.
"Miss Carter, it was a pleasure to meet you as well. I only hope that you will be included at our next conversation." James said before he left the room entirely.
Your mouth fell open at his admission.
"What were you thinking?" your mother snapped at you.
"Me? What ever did I do?"
"You know exactly what you did." Sharon seethed at you.
"I waited the allotted time, came down, and sat in my usual place, contributed naught to your conversation, and nothing more." You waved your hand around the room.
Sharon huffed and flopped back down on the couch. Your mother eyed you before she turned to leave.
"I'm going to my chambers. I will see you at dinner." She announced before leaving.
"Are you changing?" Sharon asked.
You looked at your dress and shrugged.
"You should. That dress is old and frumpy on you."
You looked down then back at her, used to her hurtful words. She watched and waited for you to show any sort of weakness. but you didn't. You knew her games and did not want any part of them for the week.
"I'll see you at dinner." You retreated to the library to hide before you were to get ready for the welcome dinner.
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You waited the appropriate time before you headed into the parlour for pre-dinner conversation. A few more people were standing around, no doubt eager to catch a glimpse of the new duke who was staying at your estate.
You ended up changing into your lavender gown before you stepped into the room, slipping to the side so no one would see you.
The parlour had two entryways, and you used the one that was least common while you positioned yourself to be amongst the shadows of the room.
You stood off to the side, catching the eye of your mother who only gave you a slight nod at your discreet arrival. You saw your sister giggling and gossiping with her friends you could not stand while others were chatting excitedly and waiting to see the duke arrive.
You waited for the announcement of dinner when you felt a presence next to you.
"Good evening." You turned and patted at your racing chest.
"Oh, your Grace." You gasped at the shock of his deep voice so close to you.
The duke stood amused at your side, slipping into the room undetected using the same entrance as you. A waft of fresh sandalwood and cedar surrounded you.
"Have I missed anything?" He teased, pleased with himself for surprising you.
"Uh, not that I am aware. I just arrived myself."
"Is that so? I figured you would be next to your sister and her friends, eager to hear the latest gossip." He joshed.
"Oh, well, only if I want my brain to rot." You instantly put your hand to your mouth in horror. "Apologies for speaking so freely, your grace." You averted your gaze.
"Nonsense, I appreciate the honesty. Don't stop on my behalf." The duke insisted.
"Well, I guess I feel I don't quite fit in with them as easily."
"Oh?"
The duke turned and faced you; his bright blue eyes were teasing.
Goodness, he was handsome.
"And why is that?" Your face heated at his intense gaze and question.
"Well, just that...I prefer a bit more meaningful conversation over who has the latest ribbons and who was out on promenade last week. That's all."
"I see." He said, his deep voice carrying a little in the room.
You cringed as heads turned to face your usual dark corner.
"You're Grace." Your mother's voice sounded in the room.
You heard gasps and whispers as the duke made his way further into the room, stopping briefly and turning to nod at you before he continued to your mother.
A few giggles from Sharon's friends sounded as she strode up to the duke and greeted him boldly.
"Your Grace." She held her gloved hand up, so he was forced to take it, kissing the back of it. You watched her easily converse with him while he politely talked and made a few remarks about the coming dinner.
They looked good together as Sharon smiled wide and listened to his words.
"Fancy seeing you here." A smarmy voice snapped you out of your stare.
"Mr. Rumlow." You gave him a small curtsy.
Mr. Rumlow was a steward in the county and if it wasn't for his personality, he would be a handsome man. He leaned towards you and you could have sworn he was inhaling your lavender and vanilla scent.
"When your mother's invitation came to me, I immediately accepted. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you."
A shiver ran through you at his words. The steward had always been a little forward with you. Last season, he had made his intentions towards you clear, but you had rejected him twice, both times your mother had shook her head at your decision calling you foolish, but you stood your ground.
She insisted you should accept, but you resisted his advancements. Something about him made you feel unsettled. You were relieved when the announcement for dinner was made so you didn't have to have awkward small talk.
You didn't notice the duke watching you with his penetrating gaze as he escorted your sister.
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You sat at the dining table in-between Mr. Rumlow and a shop keeper of the village you lived by. Your mother went to great lengths for this welcome dinner and seemed to invite random people to it.
The fine China was used, the serving staff were poised and attentive in their livery, and the tables were set precisely for the courses you were about to have. You looked down the table and noticed your sister was seated next to the duke and they politely conversed.
The duke's eyes shot to yours, so you quickly looked down at your place setting to avoid his gaze.
"I do enjoy your cook's food." The steward said making you look over at him.
"I'm pleased you do." You retorted.
As the courses were served, you ate and made small talk to the guests around you. A few conversations were taking place you had no interest in, so you listened to see if you could hear what the duke was saying. From what you caught, he was discussing the latest vote in parliament and tenant issues his friend, a Marquess, was having.
A few of the males around him were invested in the conversation when you looked over and watched Sharon. She was chatting with the people on her other side, smiling and laughing at what she was saying.
You couldn't help but feel envious at her as she had everyone's attention. She would be a good duchess you thought, while finishing the fish course.
After the main course was placed in front of you, the conversation around the table turned to literature. You perked up and listened, making sure not to jump in like you desperately wanted to. You were surprised since mostly everyone at the table agreed with the duke about the plot of the novel they were discussing.
Your face must have given your thoughts away when the duke placed his cutlery down in front of him.
"Miss Carter. We seem to have struck a nerve from your expression. What was your opinion on the ending of the book? Was it to your liking?" he asked.
Everyone's heads turned and faced you. You peeked at your mother whose face was red, scowling at you, begging you not to answer. You finished taking a sip of water then dabbed at the corners of your mouth with your napkin.
"Well, your grace, I have to disagree with you."
The table gasped at your blunt response.
The duke seemed shocked at your opinion, but he leaned forward, intrigued at your words.
"Is that so?"
"Y-yes." You stated more firmly.
"I found the protagonist a bit lacking and, in all honesty, simple. His decisions were selfish and they cost him everything, including his love."
Everyone murmured and were surprised you said what you did. The duke leaned back and smirked.
"Did you now? Well, I'll certainly keep that in mind then. Your opinion has me intrigued to re-read the novel so I can see it from that side of things."
"Oh, don't bother listening to Y/n. Her opinions are quite different than everyone else's. Everyone here liked the book so what else is there to discuss?" Sharon waved you off.
"Perhaps." The duke studied you before he went back to eating.
You caved in on yourself knowing it was bold of you to go against the opinion of a duke, and to do it on front of many influential people was a risk. You happened to sneak a glance at your mother who was seething at you from her seat.
"I felt the same as you when I read that book" came the steward next to you.
Of course he did.
You looked over at him and smiled politely then went back to your meal.
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Dinner ended and the men excused themselves while the women went into the parlour. You didn't feel like joining them in their card games or gossip, so you retreated for the night feigning a headache.
Besides, no one would miss you anyways apart from the steward who was probably going to watch you with his beady dark eyes like he usually does. You decided a walk in the gardens was in store, so you grabbed a shawl and headed outside before bed. A good blast of brisk evening air would clear your mind.
The gardens and small pond were one of your favourite places to escape to.
The pond was silent, almost like liquid glass where you stood and admired it.
"You know, no one has ever defied my opinion on a book, certainly not directly to my face." Came a deep voice startling you out of your gaze.
You had to hide your amusement.
"Oh?" You turned and faced the duke.
"It was refreshing honestly." He shrugged and leaned against the trunk of a large tree.
"Why aren't you with the other gentlemen smoking your cigars and drinking your port?" You asked, turning to face him.
You saw him shrug one shoulder.
"I don't smoke or drink much." Was his reply.
"How is your headache?" He asked.
Your eyes snapped up to his. No one should have noticed you told your mother about your fake headache, but the duke somehow knew.
"Fine. A bit of air has helped."
"I'm glad then."
You were still facing him, watching his eyes take you in.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" You asked.
The duke moved from the tree and made his way to your side.
"I did. Although, the company was lacking."
You raised a curious eyebrow at his reply.
"Who is the steward?" he asked before you could ask why he thought that.
You sighed then rolled your eyes.
"Someone who thinks they are engaged to me."
"Is he?" You saw the duke's jaw tick in the moonlight.
"Goodness no. He's..." You didn't want to tarnish the reputation of the steward, but you felt you had no choice.
"He's forward; doesn't take no for an answer. He made his intentions towards me known last year and both times I rejected him." You admitted.
The duke watched you pull your shawl tighter around you. Something deep within him had to stop him from wrapping his arms around you to comfort you and keep your warm as that would be inappropriate.
"So, he keeps coming by then? Bothering you?"
"In all honesty, this was the first time I have seen him since. I usually try and avoid his letters and advancements."
"What is he doing here?"
"My mother more than likely invited him. According to my maid, he should be gone tomorrow."
"Good." Came the duke's blunt reply.
"I should head back."
You gave him a polite smile before you left the shoreline. The duke escorted you back to the estate, both stopping at the bottom of the stairs once you were inside.
"I'm afraid I am heading to my chamber. Besides, I'm sure my sister will send out a search party if she doesn't see you before she retires." You jested enjoying the look of discomfort on the duke's face.
"Goodnight, your grace." You said before you turned and headed up the stairs.
You got to the top and saw the duke was still watching you before he nodded and took off for the drawing room.
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The next few days proved uneventful around the estate. The duke managed to spend his time around your sister making your mother delighted at their possible courtship and engagement. You saw them walk the gardens, ride into town for a promenade, share meals together, all while you stood aside and watched.
You diligently remained in the shadows and outskirts, keeping out of the way whenever they were around. According to your mother, the duke was going to make his official announcement at the Stark ball, so she was already fussing with what gowns to wear.
You were told to wear your blue gown, and your sister would wear her soft pink gown which would match her hair accessories and necklace. You told your maid your mother's choice so she could have it cleaned and ready before the ball when you decided to head to the library for some reading.
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"Oh, I hadn't realized someone was in here."
You looked up, startled, from your book and saw the duke standing inside the doorway.
"I can leave your grace, if you need privacy." You rose from your seat, but he held his hand out.
"That's not necessary. I only have some correspondence to go over and was going to use the desk in here because of the light." He pointed to the large wooden desk that used to be your father's.
It sat in front of a large set of windows that faced south. He stepped towards it and pulled out a stack of envelopes from his inside pocket of his jacket and placed them down. You sat and went back to your book but heard footsteps walk towards you.
"Anything interesting?" He pointed to the book.
You hated having to put your book down then find where you left off but you placed it on your lap and smiled.
"One of my favourites."
You showed him the spine. He smiled and then his eyes scanned the library.
"I see why you spend your time here." He looked around the well stocked library, cozy seating, and roaring fire.
"Keeping notes on my whereabouts, are we?" You teased.
You could have sworn you saw a blush of pink darken his cheeks.
"Your sister tells me you are an avid reader who is always lurking in the library."
"Right, well she would be correct in her assessment."
You went back to your book. The duke still stood in front of you.
"Yes?" You asked, putting your book down once again.
"If I have to put my book down one more time your grace..." you teased.
"James." He blurted out.
"I'm sorry?"
"If we are to be friends, I insist you call me by my given name. James. Especially when it is only us in a room." Then he turned and headed to the desk, sitting behind it.
"You plan on being alone with me often?" You boldly asked.
He gave you a look before he went back to his letters but was smiling to himself.
"James." You tried out his name on your tongue liking the sound of it.
You looked over at him, and he was watching you intently.
"So, we are friends then?"
"Yes. We are." He nodded and opened a few of his letters.
"Well then. If it's alright with you, I will continue reading my book."
"Please do."
You both sat in the library in silence while James caught up with his correspondence and you read. You had to stop yourself from glancing over at James as he wrote his letters. The sunlight from the window made his dark chestnut hair shine from the light, auburn streaks were showing through from the rays.
His brows were concentrated on his letters making his handsome features more pronounced. The quill in his hand smoothy flicked on the parchment, and he was careful not to get any ink on his long fingers and wrist.
You envied Sharon at having his attention on her. You noticed a few bouquets of flowers that were placed in her chambers over the past few days, no doubt gifts from the duke himself. You closed your eyes and briefly thought what it would be like to be courted by a duke then opened them and sighed.
It was nice to dream, but it would never be a reality for you. The light started to fade into the evening when you decided to leave to ready yourself for dinner. James stood and nodded to you as you left the library.
When you left, James could finally concentrate. He had a hard time focusing on his work while you sat and read your book.
James started to formulate a reply to a letter Steven wrote to him, asking how things were going. He read and re-read the letter deciding how to respond. Sure, he was fine, pleased to have a place to stay, but the company was lacking. If finding a bride was this exhausting, he was glad to only do it once in his life.
Sharon was pleasant enough, and certainly pretty, agreeing to his suggestions on what to do or where they would go, but his conversations with her were lacking substance and sincerity. He felt like she would go along with whatever he said and never challenge him or encourage him or support him if he needed it.
What if there was an issue he needed guidance with? Sure, he could always ask Steven and his stewards, but his wife should be a decent option, especially if she had ideas and thoughts of her own on his issues. He would certainly be there for her if she needed any help, so why not her do the same for him?
His own thoughts drifted towards you and he smiled to himself. He somehow knew you would never have a problem telling him about your opinion on anything and that made him smile. It was refreshing to listen to you, and he wished more women of the ton were like you.
You kept up with current events and were curious in nature so he knew you would be a good partner to have. He read another letter from his mother who reminded him all he would have to do is marry and produce an heir. She mentioned that if there was not a spark or love connection, he should still plan to marry Sharon seeing as how she was the favourite of the season.
Sharon could stay in any one of his other properties and be counted upon to join his side at formal events, but James shook that idea from his head. He wanted more. He wanted a partner and a real marriage with a connection and love.
Was he ready to settle for the best of the season even if that best was lacking with his own wants? Would he have a fulfilled enough life with Sharon at his side? He gripped at his hair and pulled it slightly then groaned.
He has lots to think about before the Stark ball as he finished responding to his letters.
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The following morning, you decided to head out for an early ride. You wore your old riding habit and climbed upon your horse when you stopped at the footsteps that were coming towards you.
"Good morning." James tipped his hat.
"James." You nodded at him.
"I thought I would get some riding in before the start to the day. Will you show me where the best places to ride are?" He asked while walking down the row of horses.
A stable boy had readied a black horse named Thunder for the duke to ride.
"I can do that."
He climbed upon his horse, and you guided yours out from the stables while James followed.
You both rode around, letting your horse's race, canter, and gallop through the grounds. You smiled and laughed together while you showed the duke around your estate. You're certain his own estate and other properties are far superior to yours, but you were excited to show him some things that were your favourite.
You found yourselves resting by small stream and waterfall which was a beloved place of yours to relax in.
You sat under a large shady willow tree while the branches swayed in the light breeze and the rocky waterfall poured itself into the pond.
"So, you're telling me, Lady Sharon doesn't enjoy horseback riding?"
"Not in the least. She says it's too dirty and doesn't like the smell of horse." You sighed, picking at a long stem of grass.
"Hmm." Was his response.
"What else?" James asked.
"Sir, you want me to gossip about my own sister? How inappropriate." You teased making James chuckle.
"If I am to wed her which is what everyone wants me to do, I wish to KNOW her. She hardly tells me personal things when I ask."
"Very well then."
You thought about a few things you could tell him and smiled.
"She hates spiders, doesn't like to lose during card games, and if you cross her, she will find a way to make you pay."
"Oh?" James looked over at you.
"How so?" he asked.
"Let's just say a few years ago, she had one of the footmen place a frog in my bed because I beat her at a game of whist."
James chuckled.
"I'm sure you screamed at the amphibian."
"No, I didn't. I mean I was startled yes, but the joke was on her though because I adore frogs. I managed to capture it then torture her with it before breakfast. She was shocked I held it in my bare hands so that only made me chase her around the room while I carried it. Mother found out and made me get rid of it, so I placed it at the pond in one of the gardens out back." You shrugged making James laugh harder.
You liked listening to his laugh which you're certain he doesn't let it out often due to his title and who he is.
You both sat in comfortable silence while you listened to the flowing water.
"It is nice here. I have something similar at my country estate I think you would like." James said.
"Oh?"
"I'd like to show you one day."
"Perhaps when I am a governess to your future children."
James winced slightly but you didn't notice. If he was being honest with himself, he would rather spend his time with you over your sister. He found you interesting, well educated, knowledgeable, polite, yet there was a spark you had he was drawn to. Your sister and her friends have said you were opinionated, perhaps brash, but he never found you to be either of those things.
Besides, he wouldn't mind the challenge of being around someone who didn't agree to his every whim like most did. He enjoyed hearing your opinions on literature, current events, and the local government. He even raised an eyebrow at your stance against the latest bill that was going to be brought forward. Not that he doubted your beliefs, just that he was more shocked you paid attention.
He liked that.
He liked a lot of things about you, but he put those thoughts aside, remembering his letters. The latest one his mother had sent him told him to make his decision soon and it should be Sharon.
James watched you pick at the grass and a few small flowers, twirling them in your fingers. The sun made your hair sparkle and shine while you wiped a few loose strands aside. He had to fight the urge to have his hands move those hairs away. He liked the colour of your eyes, and your skin seemed to glow in the morning light.
He couldn't understand why you didn't wear more colour and did more things with your hair like Sharon had. She seemed to have your mother's attention and James noticed the way in which you were treated.
"Did you have a season?" James finally asked, cutting the silence.
You looked over at him and shrugged a shoulder.
"I had six."
"Six?"
James was at a loss for words. How could you go six seasons and not have a husband by now? That was nonsense.
"And no proposals or interest other than from the steward?"
You shuddered but nodded. "That is true. No one courted me or showed me any interest. I was told I was too opinionated. Too much of a liability if I were to wed a gentleman of status."
"That's preposterous." James muttered.
"Those were my mothers' words. I failed so many times during my seasons; she gave up on me and turned her attention to my sister. I'm used to it I suppose."
James suspected as much from the way you were treated. He had travelled for a bit before his father passed, then he found himself too busy to attend the seasons since he was being trained on taking over the role of duke so he missed out on them. He has asked on a few occasions to include you but your mother or Sharon always made-up excuses for you saying you were too tired or too busy, neither of which he knew you weren't.
"Oh, look, a chipmunk." You chuckled at the little creature scurrying down from a tree and looked over at James who was watching you.
You realised he was sitting close to you and that sent a little thrill throughout you. His long legs were stretched in front of him in a relaxed pose, and his hands were propping him up. His left hand was close to yours since you felt the grass pack down when he adjusted his position to look at the chipmunk.
"I can watch them all day."
You met his eyes and your cheeks pinkened from his gaze. You could get lost in looking at his eyes, they seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. You noticed a few small freckles on his nose and had to fight the urge to trace them with your fingertips. You turned and faced the pond, clearing your throat, not before you felt his fingers brush against yours. If anyone were to come upon you, it would be deemed highly inappropriate.
You didn't want to separate, but reluctantly stood, brushing your dress from the grass.
"Well, we should head back. I'm sure Sharon has lots planned for you today." You pointed towards the direction of the estate.
"Right." James stood and cleared his throat before he walked over to his horse and released him from the branches.
He assisted you into your saddle and you continued back to the stables then to breakfast.
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James sat in the empty library and scowled down at his letters. This week had been a lot for him, but he knew one thing. He did not think he was ready to make his announcement like his mother was expecting of him. He would see her at the ball and was hoping there would be enough time to introduce her to Sharon, then you before he told her of his plans. He was certain she would understand once meeting you both and would give him more time.
Truthfully, he thought of the repercussions of being seen with Sharon, then perhaps courting you, but he didn't care what society thought of his actions. His heart was no longer in it with Sharon, and he wanted to pursue you, if you would have him.
He would make it, so Sharon and your family was still in good standing and not part of a scandal this was sure to cause, but he had to trust his own mind and heart for his future, and nothing else.
He leaned back in his chair and said, "I hope you know what's coming for you Y/n." Before he smiled to himself and finished with his letters.
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The night of the ball, you wore your blue gown and picked at a few loose threads you had found. The gown was a few seasons old, but the style was classic and simple. The empire waist fit you right which led to a slightly flared gown that moved well when you walked creating a slight 'swish' sound with every step.
You put your long satin white gloves on and looked at yourself one last time before you left your chambers. You heard commotion in the hall as your sister and mother readied themselves, hearing them leave a few minutes ago. You waited the appropriate time and headed down the stairs.
"Lady Y/n." You heard the duke formally address you.
Seeing as how you were a spinster, most called you Miss Carter, but having Lady in front of your name made you feel good.
Sharon and your mother stood waiting while you descended the stairs. The duke approached you and politely offered you his hand, which you took, wishing you didn't have gloves between you like the first time you had met.
The duke escorted you all to the carriage and you were helped in, with the duke sitting next to your mother and you next to Sharon. She chatted the entire ride to the Stark mansion while guessing the colour palette and décor of the ballroom.
The Stark ball was always a highlight of the season since Lord Anthony Stark, and his wife spared no expense. Usually, the ballroom was decorated with bold flashes of colours and tonight was sure to be the same as years past.
James snuck glances at you while Sharon prattled on about her friends and the latest gossip. He liked the colour of your dress, even if it seemed a little old and plain. He noticed you did not wear feathers or pearls in your hair like Sharon had, but it was still intricately styled and appropriate.
He saw your eyes scan the passing streets then they would move to him before you looked away and blushed to yourself. He enjoyed your shyness and was glad he had stolen a few moments with you since he saw you open yourself up to him and your personality shine.
The carriage pulled up to the mansion, and you had to fight the urge that something dreadful was going to happen. You walked into the mansion upon arrival and your mouth popped open in shock.
"Oh!" You looked around the grand ballroom.
Crystal chandeliers that held flickering candles, intricate wall sconces, and numerous bouquets of exotic flowers adorned the room. Perfumed air mixed with flowers and the scents of leather jolted your senses while you took it all in.
The duke was announced with your sister on his arm to the many whispers of the group followed by your mother and you. You stayed out of the way while you watched people greet the duke and Sharon. She smiled and hung onto the duke's arm like she was going to fall over.
The duke made polite small talk when your mother leaned in and whispered, "I suspect him to announce their engagement tonight."
You looked at her and nodded.
"I'm happy for them."
It pained you to say it, but you were glad your sister had her moment. You stepped aside and headed for the corner of the ballroom, taking a glass of punch while you stood and watched. Gone were the days when you would take a turn about the room with your mother as she introduced you and now, she stood off to the side and observed, please with her matchmaking skills while you were left alone.
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James excused himself from the intense grip Sharon had on his arm and escaped to see a few of his friends, Lord Rogers being one of them. They stood off to the side and away from most of the crowd.
"How are you fairing." Steven clapped James on the back in a friendly greeting.
James and Steven talked about his week, Sharon, you, and what his thoughts were.
"You have yourself a predicament my friend." Steven said.
"I know. Have you seen my mother yet?"
"Haven't seen her." Steven shrugged.
"My townhouse is finished, so I plan on leaving the Carter estate early in the morning." James was relieved he was going to head back to his residence.
"That's good then. You can get away and do some thinking."
James once again adjusted his cravat and sighed. Steven was amused at his friend's discomfort, pleased he was not a part of the season.
"You have yet to introduce Sharon to your mother?"
"She didn't make it to the estate this week. She asked to be introduced to her tonight."
"Well, good luck with that."
"Thanks."
James was less amused at his friend. James looked around the ballroom and felt Lady Sharon's gaze on him. He didn't look over to her, when he turned and scanned the shadows and outskirts of the dancefloor knowing you may be there. He didn't find you and frowned to himself.
"Are you looking for someone?" Steven asked.
"Who me? No, not at all. Just...taking it all in I suppose." Steven eyed his friend but didn't say anything more.
"There's my son." The dowager duchess announced from behind both men.
James winced to Steven before he turned and faced his mother.
"Mother." He had his cheek gently patted.
"Lord Rogers." The dowager spied the Marquess before he could sneak away into the crowd.
"Don't think I saw you try and escape me. I trust you're staying out of trouble?" She asked.
Lord Rogers took a few steps to her and leaned in, kissing her on her soft cheek.
"Always, your grace." He flashed her a wink making the dowager scoff.
"I should be on my way then. James, it was a pleasure. I'm sure I'll see you before you leave. Your grace." Steven bowed to them before he excused himself.
"That boy needs to find someone." Winnifred tutted after James' friend.
"Mother." James was already exasperated enough.
"Where is your lady, James?" Winnifred looked around the room.
"Let me take you to her." James said, offering her his arm.
James walked towards Lady Sharon, but his mother had decided she wanted a bit of air before she met her future daughter in law. James steered her out onto the terrace and that is when he saw you.
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The ball was in full swing since you had arrived and the room was becoming warm and a little unbearable. You had gone out on the terrace to get yourself some air when you looked over and saw James walk towards you.
"Your grace."
"Miss Carter."
You curtsied slightly to the duke while he approached. On his arm was an older woman with dark chestnut hair that was styled neatly and her bright blue eyes were piercing like James'.
"James, you never told me how beautiful she was in your letters." The older woman gave you a warm smile.
You looked around, thinking someone else was beside you.
"And how elegant too. I'm glad you went with the simpler gown dear. Too much décolletage is never a good thing for a lady." She took a hold of your gloved hand and squeezed your fingers looking pleased with herself.
"Yes, I do believe you did well my son." The woman smiled wide.
"Um..." You were at a loss for words.
Who did this woman think you were exactly?
"Oh, dear, Lady Rogers and Lady Wilson are waving to me through the doorway. I should go and visit with them before they leave. Will you come with me? I'm sure they would love to say hello." She asked James who nodded.
"I'm sure we'll be seeing lots of each other in the coming weeks." She smiled wide.
He excused them and walked away, escorting his mother. He looked over his shoulder and mouthed, "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." To you before they left the terrace.
What was that about?
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Your mother witnessed the entire exchange between you, the dowager, and the duke and scowled at what she saw. She sneered into her cup of punch and frowned, displeased since her plan did not seem to be working. She didn't work this hard for the result to not end in her favour. She smirked when she spied someone who would be interested to know your whereabouts and decided to form a plan with them.
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You looked around the terrace, taking in the slight breeze and twinkling stars above. Lady Stark had large bowls of fire in high cauldrons painted deep red trimmed with gold scattered throughout the lawns. They were both interesting to look at and provided a bit of warmth from the cooling night air.
You heard footsteps approach from your side, so you turned and saw James.
"I must apologize for earlier. I was going to introduce my mother to your sister but saw you first. She assumed you were her. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable." James said with concern in his voice.
"I figured as much, but thank you, I am fine."
"Good."
"So, tell me, how is your night going your grace?" You smiled at the duke.
"Going well. I have met a lot of people. And you?"
"It's always the same for me at these types of events, but I am well."
You both stood on the terrace, smiling at each other.
"Well, I should head back inside. I'm sure there are more people for me to meet. Do you want me to escort you back to your mother?" James asked.
"No, I think I will stay out here for a little while."
"Fair enough. I will see you shortly." James nodded his head at you, turned, leaving you standing on the terrace.
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"Miss Carter." A voice stopped you from moving.
"Mr. Rumlow." You turned and plastered on a smile.
"I'm so glad you're here."
He stood unusually close to you causing you to step back slightly. A few other people were wandering the terrace, so you were glad you weren't completely alone with the steward.
"Y/n." Your mothers voice caught your attention.
"Lady Carter." Mr. Rumlow greeted your mother.
"I'm glad you two connected." Your mother smiled.
"Yes, I was asking your mother earlier where you were and she said you were probably avoiding people, so I found you here."
"Right." You fidgeted with your fingers.
You noticed something off between your mother and the steward.
"I was wondering..." Mr. Rumlow cleared his throat.
"I should head inside. I don't want to catch a chill..." You pointed to the doors.
"Nonsense, stay and have a talk with the Steward." Your mother encouraged.
"Lady Y/n? Is that you?" A voice interrupted you.
"Lady Maximoff." You were relieved of the intrusion she had caused.
"May I trouble you for a turn around the ballroom?" Lady Wanda asked.
"It has been a while since I have seen you and I do want to catch up." She watched your mother's lips purse.
"Yes, please."
You quickly went to her side and the two of you went back into the ballroom, grateful for the interruption. You had always liked Lady Wanda. She had her first season with you but had been successful and had matched with a Lord who were wed at the end of the season.
You had heard she had recently given birth to twins and eager to hear how her life was going.
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About an hour later, you finally found your mother who was standing alone and stood by her side, seeing Sharon on the arm of the duke. Your stomach was in fits knowing his announcement was coming so you wanted to be close to your mother when it happens. After some time, the orchestra quieted down and the crowd was eager to see what was about to unfold.
"This is it." Your mother grinned wide.
You looked over at your sister and the duke, but they seemed just as baffled at the sudden quietness of the room.
Just as you were about to ask your mother what was going on, an announcement was made in a voice you knew too well.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the ton."
Oh no.
The room seemed to blur with your vision going spotty. It seemed to be getting warmer in the room with every second that ticked by. Mr. Rumlow stood smugly in the centre of the ballroom. You looked at your mother in shock, then over at Sharon who was smirking at you.
"I'm pleased to announce my engagement to Miss Carter. She has agreed to marry me tonight."
Your mouth popped open in shock with the rest of the room followed by a few murmurs, gasps, then quiet chuckles. Your engagement announcement was hardly newsworthy but from the looks and whispers of it, the gossip is going to be downright feral.
You looked over at Sharon and James. Sharon was smiling and James seemed confused and just as in shock as everyone else. Your mother was ecstatic.
"Well, look at that. I had given up on you, and you managed to come to your sense's girl. This is a good thing." Your mother grabbed your arm and pinched it slightly before she let it go.
"But...I didn't...I mean...I never...He never..."
"Quiet and smile, he's coming over to you, don't embarrass me."
"Mr. Rumlow." Your mother smiled wide at his approach.
"My lady. Will you dance with me?" Mr. Rumlow bowed his head and held out his arm to you.
You looked across at James, then your sister, then at the crowd who were all waiting for your move.
"I...I..." Your mother nudged you which seemed to snap you out of your head.
"Take his arm." She said between clenched teeth.
You tentatively reached out and placed your hand in the crook of his arm, which he took and clutched you close to him. You wanted to crawl out of your skin at the contact.
The music started back up and you were walked to the dancefloor while everyone watched. You were utterly confused and shocked at what had just transpired. You were now apparently engaged to the steward, and in front of everyone, nonetheless.
There was no turning back now. Your head was a mess while you were spun around the space. You finally focused and found a scowling James standing next to your sister, deep in thought. The music ended and you were escorted back to where your mother stood.
"I'll be by tomorrow so we can start planning our wedding." Mr. Rumlow took your hand and kissed the back of it before he excused himself.
"Congratulations sister." Sharon had a rigid smile at you.
"Umm...thank you?" You quietly whispered.
"Now we have a wedding to plan. I was also hoping I would have another one to plan...but I guess that will have to wait." Your mother eyed the duke.
James stood looking uncomfortable under her gaze. It looked like he wanted to ask you more questions but was at a loss for words.
"James." You heard his mother's voice from behind you.
She looked between you and her son.
Your mother turned and smiled. "Your grace." Giving her a bow along with Sharon.
"Who is this?" The dowager pointed to your sister.
"This is Lady Sharon." James replied.
His mother looked her up and down, eyeing her with her cool blue eyes. Sharon seemed to falter slightly under her gaze, something she has never experienced before. The dowager then looked over at you.
"But I had thought..." She snapped her mouth closed when you saw James flash her a glare.
"How are you engaged?" The dowager asked.
"Well, she was asked earlier and accepted." Your mother answered for you, sounding short.
"Does she know that?" the dowager asked, looking between you and your mother.
Under different circumstances, you may have chuckled, but no one else was amused.
"James, we have lots to discuss. I'll be at your townhouse in the afternoon then." James nodded at his mother who gave you one last look before she turned and headed out of the ballroom.
"I can have the carriage ready if you are all ready to leave?" James asked.
"I guess there are not going to be any further announcements." Sharon pouted.
"That is disappointing, don't you think your grace?" Your mother looked over at James.
"I think we have all had much excitement for tonight." He stood firm when he faced your mother.
"Shall we?" He held his arm out for Sharon to take as you all left the ball.
Your head was a mess knowing your life was about to change come the morning.
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