It had been three days since Lord Marcus had taken Charlotte and Anya to tea and Lord Tristram still hadn’t visited. But…there had been such stories flying between the servants’ halls as to have Anya quite hopeful. She checked to make sure their mothers weren’t listening, then leaned towards Charlotte. “Apparently, Lord Tristram has been …
“And yet again, I do all the work, and Janice takes all the credit.” Maya slumped onto the battered sofa and took a swig from her can of beer. Dylan was not sympathetic. “I’ve told you a million times, either don’t do the work, or make it so she can’t take the credit.” “Oooorrrrr,” Maya …
The ruby lynx prowled the perimeter of its cage, glaring out at the people beyond the bars. It seemed annoyed rather than afraid. Affronted by the gawking gaggle of humans disturbing its peace. But it was so beautiful, so soft yet ferocious, so cute but dangerous. We couldn't do anything but gawk. Well, that and …
“Well it’s quality innit? You can see just by lookin.” The stallholder wasn’t wrong, the little silver snuff box was a high quality piece, but it was also ugly as sin. Deliberately so, if Jerry was any judge, whoever made the box had either actively disliked the person they were making it for, or the …
The mixture looked disgusting and smelled amazing. “What are you making?” Gretchen smiled as her teenage stepsons ambled into the kitchen. Trust them to follow their noses to food. “It’s some sort of chocolate cake recipe your Aunt Marcia suggested I try.” She looked down at the mess in the mixing bowl. “Unless baking makes …
They were being sent into exile. That’s if she didn’t end up in the dungeon for murdering her idiot babbler of a husband before they were delivered to wherever it was they were being sent. To never walk the rooms of this house again, to never visit the shops along the Queen’s Boulevard, to never …
The man held up the glowing sphere, all smug superiority. “See? You are the missing princess. You must be returned to your family and position. You have no choice.” May wanted to smack him with Mama’s frying pan. Instead, she crossed her arms and retorted. “I have plenty of choices. I can scream, and fight, …
“How did he manage to get a reputation as a leading diplomat? He’s the most undiplomatic person I’ve ever met.” Lord Marcus looked across the table at Lady Charlotte, who was stirring her tea with a little more vigour than necessary. He’d ‘bumped into’ Charlotte and Anya, a little too conveniently in Anya’s opinion, as …
It was the dip that did it, it always was. The dip in the road just beyond the Mitchells’ place, the one all the locals knew to watch out for, the one that all but disappeared when the setting sun fell just so and the road before and after stretched out in a smooth, level …
I was supposed to be asleep, along with the rest of the guests at the Duchess’s house party. From the sounds I heard behind several doors I passed, other guests were also awake, and many in rooms other than those allocated to them. If what I had to do had been less important, less urgent, …
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