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This is our dear Charlie's chapter!:) the next one will be the reason for the rating!

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Charles checked the locks as he made his way for the York Room. His nerves were standing on end and he had a determined spring in his step. Tonight was the night he could probably put to rest all the fantasies of the Scottish siren that had haunted his sleep since she had shown up for the position of head housemaid.

It hadn't been love at first sight, he didn't believe in that foolishness. But he had desired her. And when he had heard the lilt that accompanied we speech, well sometimes it had been hard to hide just how much it affected him. That, and whenever she looked at him to talk, she gazed so intently at him with her sapphire blue eyes. Sometimes he thought he might melt under the intensity.

He had fallen in love with her right after Lady Sybil had been born. He had caught her in the nursery singing a lullaby to the little lady. The look that had been on her face had been one of such love, and such gentleness that he had stood there until she caught him. He had then eased himself into the room and only then had he seen the tears in her eyes.

He had been startled. And when she saw the look of bewilderment and she had lowered her eyes to the now sleeping babe. When she looked back up she had explained in a whisper, that her sister had just had a stillborn little girl. She had cried silently. And he had collected her against her chest. He had soothed her sobs and she had smiled gratefully and thanked him after returning the 'wee one' to her crib.

He had comforted her right after her promotion to Housekeeper. Her daft mother and that bloody letter. He still got flustered when he thought about that.

But now as he knocked lightly on the door, he felt a few butterflies overwhelm his stomach. There he was a grown man, about to have a forbidden tryst with and unsullied woman.

But she wouldn't remain thy way for long. He was almost euphoric at the thought of being her first. Her only, if he had his way. And he thought he just might with this one. Alice had been a dark horse, but not Elsie. She was the best thing that had ever flitted into his life and certainly the most beautiful.

He went in and his breath caught as he saw her in her shift by the light of the fire. She looked like an angel. His angel. Only his.

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