Mrs.ScarlettButler gave me the biggest laugh of my day In the Danish Language the word Slut translates to The End, ahahahha That tickles me.
Thank you to all who have stuck with me so far. I hope you are enjoying the ride. This one is a short chapter with a bitch of a cliffhanger lol aren't they all.
There was a rapping on the door. Scarlett rolled her eyes to the heavens. "What now." She raised her voice so as to be heard. "Entré s'il vous plaît." (Enter Please)
Renee bobbed a curtsey. Even though she was Scarlett's servant protocol demanded she speak to the Prince. "Good Afternoon your highness."
"Renee, Good Afternoon." The Prince stood up. "If you'll excuse me Scarlett I'm going to catch up on some correspondence…"
She caught his elbow. "Liar." She smiled at him fondly. "You have a tea tray in your room and you don't want to share. I'm crushed."
The Prince of Wales laughed. "Be that way, if you like you may join me in the study for a pastry or two."
"A pastry or two, how generous."
"I'm the heir to the crown, I must keep up my strength. It's likely to be a long wait."
Though Bertie was found of his mother he longed to be King and that looked unlikely to be the case anytime in the near future. Only last week Bertie has overheard a particularly cruel but accurate lampoon circling the elated circles of the Ton. "How is the Queen like the weather?" asked the wags. The response was cutting "Because she reigns rains, and reigns, and reigns... and never gives the poor son Sun a chance."
"Bertie," she began cautiously. This was such a sore subject with him that she wished only to approach it carefully. The last thing she wanted was to wound him even further.
He kissed her forehead. "Join me when you're done." He left through the connecting door into their study.i
Scarlett took a breath and smiled slightly at Renee. "I'm sorry Renee, what's the matter?"
Renee looked flushed and guilty. Crossing the room to stand before Scarlett; she never took her eyes off the door the Prince had just departed through. There were two hectic blotch of red coloring her cheeks. Had they not been so involved in conversation Bertie couldn't't have failed to notice how nervous Renee looked.
"Renee? Renee, what have you done?"
"Oh Madame, I've done something awful."
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Rhett folded the last of his letters to Charleston and sealed it in an envelope. His sister was still furious at him, at Anne, but most importantly and undeservedly at Scarlett. She felt that Scarlett's hold over Rhett was dangerous. She wanted her brother to move on with his life, without Scarlett. She wanted many things and Rhett, while he felt badly that Rosemary was so upset, simply could not live his life for her. Rosemary had been Anne's accomplice in many respects but even she'd been unaware that Anne had been with child. The best he could do right now was to write Rosemary and tell her that he'd located Scarlett and unless he was sure that she'd receive the kind of welcome that benefited her status as his wife that it might be a long time before he returned to Charleston.
He knew that would hurt Rosemary. It wasn't his intent to hurt his sister but she had to know where he was at this point in his life. He finally had won the love of the woman that he'd sought for the last twelve years.
To finally be able to admit that he loved her made him feel reborn. He'd loved her for so long. He'd watched her make a fool of herself over the Honorable Ashley Wilkes. The part that rankled in the Ashley Wilkes Affair was that he was so un deserving of her. Scarlett would have cut out her own heart for Ashley but that never seemed to move him. From the moment she threw that vase in the library at Twelve Oaks Rhett had known that he had to have her. It wasn't her appearance that drew him in. Scarlett was beautiful, but he'd known woman who were just as beautiful. It was her spirit, the way she supported the people who depended on her, the way she felt when…" Rhett laughed aloud. Whenever he tried to list all of Scarlett's non physical attributes her physical qualities came unbidden to mind.
The knock on the door brought Rhett to his feet almost immediately. He'd heard the hounds baying for the last two hours and it pleased him to know that Scarlett was most likely at the forefront of the riders taking fences and hedges like a champion.
He checked his watch and found it to be past noon. Hopefully at the door he'd find that Scarlett had returned from the hunt and was now summoning him. He'd have to be on his guard. She would have him jumping through hoops in a months time if he wasn't careful.
Rhett opened the door only to find a gentleman standing on the other side. He checked his annoyance at it not being a message from Scarlett and instead allowed that smooth bland look his feature so often wore to pass across his face.
The man at the door was agitated and unsure of himself. Rhett was a good several inches taller, forcing the man to have to look up at Rhett. Already Rhett sensed that the gentleman was resentful of him, he was a the moment only unsure as to why.
"Yes?" inquired Rhett.
"My name is Lord Robert Winchale."
"Yes…and?" Rhett replied.
This complete dismissal only further aggravated Lord Robert. "I was here earlier looking for Scarlett."
Rhett frowned upon hearing Scarlett's given name come from the lips of a man who appeared to be slightly mad. Thus far in the past two days Scarlett was nearly always referred to as Madame Robiliard or The Lady. No other words were needed to convey the fact the Prince's female companion was being discussed. For this man to call her Scarlett was a definite indicator of something suspect.
"As I said there was no one here by that name."
"Really, so the Prince's whore wasn't here in your room."
Exercising a calm that was beyond the reach of many men Rhett willed his hands against clenching into fists. There was a method to Lord Robert's madness and Rhett was determined to discover it.
"The Prince's Whore? And that is who?"
Lord Robert smirked. "Madame Scarlett Robillard. Don't you know her by that name?" He lifted his coat and withdrew a beautiful leather journal. He opened it to the title page and read the name that Scarlett had inscribed in it nearly a year before. "I suppose though you are familiar with a Katie Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler."
"What do you want?"
"Only to provide you with some light reading material." Lord Robert bowed. "Please excuse me, I have a carriage waiting for me." He held out the journal to Rhett, who though he desperately wanted to refuse, reluctantly accepted the journal.