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Chapter 9

"Hey Margo, Val, looking for someone?" Finn held Tribune at gunpoint.

"Margo, I...".

"Save it" The Duke along with several of his soldiers, picked up Tribune and dragged him to the holding cell.

"Mistresses, Sirs, if you please, His Grace is inviting you all to dinner. Your rooms and clean clothing are ready" The Duke's manservant, Armand, approached them.

"Assai?" Valencia turned to her childhood friend.

"That's your world, not mine. You go, enjoy yourself. We have our own celebrating to do" Assai politely declined as the two friends shared a hug before parting.

"Well, Uncle, what do you think?" Margo and Valencia walked out their room's hours later, looking like they haven't looked in years. Margo's rum colored dress clashed perfectly against her green eyes. Valencia's teal dress seemed to create a halo around her blond hair and golden skin.

"If I was a few years younger..." it did his old heart good to see his nieces looking the innocent girls they had once been.

"Uncle, really" Valencia teased.

"Ladies" George, John and Ned entered the room.

"Captain, Valencia" George approached with a formal bow.

"George, please".

"As you wish, Captain" he joined Arthur with the brandy.

"Margo".

"John".

"Would you excuse us?" Ned pulled Valencia away.

"What?"

"Well, um" he fidgeted as he got down on one knee.

"Ned Malone, are you asking me to marry you?".

"Well, yes, sort of. I don't have that much money...".

"Yes, Ned Malone, I will marry you".

"Is there anything we should know about?" George asked, his eyes sparking.

"Well, as soon as we get back to London, we will be getting married".

"I've always wanted a brother" Margo welcomed Ned with open arms.

"Pardon me, dinner is served".

"Has anyone seen Finn?" two empty seats were left at the table.

"I think I found her," George pointed to the couple in the hallway.

"Marry me, Maria," the Duke begged.

"Reggie, you know I can't".

"Why not?".

"You and I are from different worlds".

"Our worlds are much more alike than you think".

"I'm not a court type. You need a wife who is worthy of you. I belong here, with the people, not dressed up in fancy clothes, pretending to be interested in court gossip".

"I'll ask Her Majesty to transfer my post. I've never cared about court. The only thing I need in my life is you".

"Reggie, no. For my sake, go back to London, find an heiress and have children. My family has been here for three generations, you know I can't leave".

"Pardon me, Your Grace, dinner is ready and your guests are waiting".

"We'll talk about this later" tucking her arm under his, they joined the group at the table.

In the dungeons, an insurrection was starting.

"My fault, what do you mean, my fault? You had to flirt with Captain Roxton" Tribune grumbled.

"You had to return to Margo, as if you knew she wasn't just using you. You know what's going to happen when we return to Spain, don't you?" Danielle grumbled back.

"Better than stuck on this god forsaken island".

"Not quite, milady, you may have your revenge yet" Lieutenant Danu opened the door.

"If I ever get my hands on Margo again, not only will I kill her and her sister, I'll make Captain Roxton watch, and then he'll be all mine".

"We'll get to that, I promise, but how do get to them?".

"The ship will be leaving for London in two days. I have men who will sneak us onto the ship and as soon as we get out to sea, you'll have your pleasure and I'll have mine" they imagined the pleasure they would receive from revenge.

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