Society's Tales

by SilverJem5

Dearest Reader, the social season is upon us once again. Will this season end in successful marriages, or in heartbreak and false hopes? Never fear, I will report to you on all the important events and gatherings. If there is news to be heard, you will find it here where I report all of my delicious findings. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown. - OCs only -

2. Part 1 - To Catch a Duke

Part 1 - To Catch a Duke

This season, Savannah had decided, would be her last. She had plans for her life, after all, and none of them included her ending up as a spinster. Undoubtedly, she'd been more privileged than some of the other young ladies – she'd convinced her parents to delay her coming out for a year, until she was eighteen, which gave her time to focus on her lessons and her plans. Then she had unfortunately wasted her first year out on courting Lord Sharpblade. But this year she would be married to someone above her already high status, that she would be sure of. Not only that, but she had a particular gentleman in mind.

He simply didn't know it yet.

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ooOoo

Listening to the other girls prattle on about what dresses they planned to wear this season, Savannah only half listened, giving a smile and a nod on occasion. She had a capable dressmaker who knew her style and the colours she preferred, so it was not something she had to worry about. Of course, the conversation naturally turned to the eligible young gentleman. They all had girlish fantasies of falling in love – with the exception of Tif whose parents had already organised a suitor for her – which Savannah found a little ridiculous. Steff was too shy to admit this fact, but Rose and Naya were certainly not.

"I hope we'll all get asked to dance tonight," Rose said, a little dreamily, adjusting the pretty golden flower hairclip in her hair. She was by far the biggest gossip of the group, so Savannah always kept an ear out in case she had anything interesting to say. "Maybe it'll be love at first sight."

Savannah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she let her gaze wander over the attendees who had already arrived at the ball. It was the first of the season, so everyone who was interested in courting was likely to be in attendance.

"I hope to find someone tall, dark and handsome," Naya chimed in, scanning the room. "Or even just… someone who likes spending time with me."

"I'm sure you will, Naya," Steff replied, kindly. "We all like to spend time with you, so how could they not?"

"You should all just be happy that you get somewhat of a choice," Tif said, with a slight yawn, which she quickly hid behind her hand. "Mine's been decided for me for like… forever."

The other girls all sent her a sympathetic look, before quickly moving on.

"Did you read Lady Whistledown's latest article?" Rose asked, a tint of excitement in her voice. "She mentioned The Duke of Wellington has returned home. Just imagine if one of us were to marry him!"

This caused some excitement amongst the group, and at the mention of the Duke, Savannah's attention returned to them. Now this was a topic she was interested in.

"What do you think, Savannah?" Rose asked, since she hadn't contributed to the conversation in a while.

"Yes, I read it," Savannah replied, feigning nonchalance. "Although he will not be so easy to catch. After all, I've heard he's not particularly interested in marriage. It's his mother who is pushing it."

"Lucky for us," Naya chuckled. "If anyone here does end up becoming a Duchess, they have to swear to invite us over to any party or event they hold."

They all nodded, and Savannah hid her amusement. Would she do such a thing? She supposed she'd probably have some pity on them and do so.

They were interrupted as one of the young men approached their group. She noticed that both Rose and Steff looked a little hopeful, but instead the gentleman looked straight at her. It was Mr Althaus, she identified quickly. He would eventually inherit the title of a Viscount, but she had her sights set even higher.

"Lady Lustwick," he started, inclining his head politely to her. They had already been introduced at an event the week before, so it was nice to skip the more stuffy introductions. "I was wondering if I may request a dance with you soon?"

"Of course," Savannah replied, demurely. "I would be delighted." Unclipping her dance card from where it was attached to her gown, she allowed him to take it and add his name to the first slot.

"I will see you then," he said with a quick bow, before he left them again.

"Getting asked already?" Tif merely voiced what they were all silently thinking. "Good for you."

"Anyway, I'm parched. Anyone want to come with me to get some refreshments?" Naya asked, and Tif nodded, moving to join her. "For sure. I could do with some more lemonade," she said, and they gave a smile before starting away.

Rose turned her attention back to Savannah. "You look beautiful tonight, Savannah," Rose said with a sigh, eyeing her dark purple dress with black ruffle as an accent. "As always. It's no surprise of course that Lady Whistledown mentioned you."

Savannah gave a pretty smile in response. "Thank you, Rose. In all honesty, I don't mind being mentioned in her writing. A mention keeps you in people's thoughts."

Rose frowned. "That's true. Oh, I do hope that she'll write about me sometime this season."

As expected, Steff moved to comfort her, but Savannah's attention was distracted as she caught sight of the Duke entering with his mother. He was dressed all in black and looked to be around her height – she was rather tall for a female – with black hair, his eyes either green or grey, but she couldn't tell for sure from such a distance. She could tell that he looked a little reluctant to be there, but that was to be expected.

There was a noticeable commotion as all the ladies and their mothers rushed over to greet him, causing him to look even more uncomfortable. That was something that Savannah did not plan to do. She would not go to him looking desperate like all the others. No, she would entice him to come to her.

Rose and Steff finally noticed, and their conversation petered off. "Oh my," Rose said, her eyes widening. "He is handsome, like they say." It didn't take long before her mother found her, ushering her away to go and meet him.

Savannah couldn't quite stifle her look of amusement this time. They were positively going to scare him away. Finally, she tore her attention away from the Duke to look back at Steff.

"If you'd like, I could ask my brother to dance with you," she offered. The other girl wasn't exactly competition – despite being pretty enough, she'd been more of a wallflower for her first season the previous year, and she was there with her own brother, rather than an ambitious mother.

Steff straightened, although her fingers fidgeted with her gloves. "That is kind of you to offer, but I'm sure I'll be fine. Thank you for thinking of me, though."

"You're welcome of course," Savannah smiled. Her brother was a good catch – he was the eldest – and only - son and would therefore inherit the title of an Earl when their father passed away. The only thing was that he was practically nearly married himself, having been courting the same girl that their parents had picked out for long enough. That was one freedom she was glad to have. If she'd been in his place, her parents wouldn't have given her any freedom and they'd have picked who she was to court. Of course, she'd still need their permission, and they would never give it for anyone too far below their own status, but that wasn't something she needed to worry about. She was particularly glad that her mother wouldn't attend every event with her this season like the last one - this time she would do it her own way. It was mainly due to her brother insisting on being her chaperone to look out for her, which was both annoying, and convenient. Glancing across the room, she locked eyes with him, where he talked with some of the other men, and he raised a glass in an acknowledgement. She gave a quick nod. He claimed that anyone interested in her would need to get his blessing first as well, which she found over the top, but in any case, that shouldn't be a problem, either.

Their talk was interrupted by another couple of potential suitors who added their names to her dance card, and as the musicians started to change their tune once they were warmed up, she took her leave. "I must be off to my first dance."

"Yes, you wouldn't want to miss it. I hope you enjoy it," Steff offered politely, even if Savannah was sure she was a little disappointed at not having been asked yet herself.

Inclining her head, Savannah then moved to search for her first dance partner. She fully intended to fill her dancing card that night and dance with nearly everyone but the Duke. Of course, it was also important that she did make sure to catch his eye in the process.

She didn't have to look for long before her first dancing partner found her. "Lady Lustwick," he said, inclining his hand. "Would you care to join me?"

Savannah murmured her agreement, allowing him to take her left hand with his right, and place his other hand on her shoulder blade. It was a quick dance to start with – a country dance - which she didn't mind.

"It seems you are popular tonight," he remarked as they danced.

"Being mentioned somewhat favourably by Lady Whistledown tends to result in that," she remarked with a smile on the edge of her lips.

"And do you like the attention, Lady Lustwick?"

"You may call me Savannah," she said, finding most were set more at ease by such a thing.

"Then you must call me Milo," he said, turning with her in time to the music.

"Well, Milo, I do not mind the attention. I'm used to it, in fact," she remarked, keeping her steps elegant. "With my father being an Earl, and our widely known family fortune, there has always been many looks cast our way. I've never minded them."

"I see," Milo replied, looking a little thoughtful. "I imagine that puts you in a decent place when searching for a husband. I suppose my question is, what are you looking for in a husband?"

She considered the question. Of course, she couldn't give a truly honest answer. "While looks are not everything, I do think that is a factor for most," she started. "But it also has to be someone intelligent and diligent and respectful." If she was answering honestly, she would add that she wanted someone who could be controlled by her alone and someone who was preferably even higher in the hierarchy.

"Those are all fine attributes," he acknowledged. "I see you will settle for nothing but the best."

She stifled another smile. "I don't see the point in doing otherwise."

"Although perhaps not necessarily a love match," he observed. "I notice you didn't mention that."

"One does not need that to have a successful marriage," she pointed out. "In fact, things are probably less messy and complicated without that."

"Perhaps," Milo replied, looking curious by her words. She allowed her gaze to wander to the Duke again. He was, it seemed, being forced into dancing with Rose. It was a slightly amusing thought, to be sure.

ooOoo

Dancing was something that Blake had never enjoyed. He'd been secretly hoping he'd be able to avoid it that night, but of course it was wishful thinking when his mother was involved.

As soon as they'd arrived, he'd been introduced to just about every available young lady in the room by their mothers and chaperones. They were as he'd expected – smiling and sickeningly sweet and oh so eager to have some of his time.

He replied with the bare minimum he could afford without seeming overly rude, his mother subtly poking him a few times when he lapsed. She'd also set him up to have the first dance with Miss Blacktree, which he was dreading. She had been the most talkative out of the lot.

Looking out on the dance floor as they finished up talking, he caught sight of a girl who held his attention. She had dark brown hair tied up in an elaborate style, her dress a deep purple, and she was dancing with one of the men he vaguely knew, but whose name he couldn't remember. She was someone he hadn't met, he realised in surprise.

Miss Blacktree cleared her throat, and Blake quickly turned his attention back to her. "Sorry," he said, ignoring his mother's gaze. "Would you like to accompany me on this dance?"

"I would be honoured, your Grace." Her expression brightened, and she quickly nodded, offering him her hand which he took, and he reluctantly led her to the dance floor.

Since dancing was something he usually avoided, he tried to wrack his brain for the steps in the lessons he'd learnt when he grew up. He was meant to lead, so he could hardly rely on her. Watching the other dancers, he eventually got them into the same rhythm, spinning her carefully and hoping the dance wouldn't last for too long. She was quite a bit shorter than him, which made things a little more complicated and he had to look down to meet her gaze.

"You can call me Rose," she said suddenly, and she continued after a pause when he didn't say anything in reply. "I still can't believe I'm dancing with you. I'm so glad you asked."

He resisted pointing out the fact that it had been thanks to his mother. "I'm a little rusty – I don't attend many events where I need to dance. I've been too busy with my studies."

"Oh, well I can help with that," she giggled.

He merely murmured some reply, looking out at the other dancers again. He spotted the same girl again, noting that she appeared to be dancing with a different partner again. It seemed like she hadn't stopped the whole time. "Who is she?"

"Oh, that's Lady Savannah Lustwick," she replied, following his gaze, and he could have sworn he heard a hint of jealousy in her voice. "She's very popular tonight. Well, always, really. I guess you can see why."

She was certainly beautiful and elegant on the dance floor, and he doubted that she would remain unmarried for long. "I see," he replied, not giving many of his thoughts away.

"I could… introduce you, if you'd like?" she offered, after a pause.

"No, that won't be necessary," he said, with a quick shake of his head. "I think I've met enough people today."

"Okay," she smiled, before continuing to chat about how good the weather was, and just how lovely the ball was. It was mostly empty words, and it was hard to not tune them out. Most of the girls, he'd found were the same – pleasant, but a little empty.

Finally, the dance ended, and he was able to bid his goodbye to her.

This time, he avoided his mother, instead walking over to talk with some of the other men around his age. He would be lucky if he managed to avoid having to dance with anyone else.

---

Dearest Reader,

The first ball of the season was filled with many introductions and some interesting attempts at dancing. In fact, the Duke was seen dancing with Miss Rose Blacktree, which she looked most happy about. He, on the other hand, seemed to avoid dancing with anyone else the rest of the night.

It leaves This Author to speculate that he may be disinterested in finding himself a wife, after all. It remains to be seen if any young lady can entice his attention. We can only assume that many will try.

Lady Savannah Lustwick on the other hand was seen dancing with many suitors. She must be tired after so much dancing, but rumour has it that she's had many gentlemen calling on her after the ball, so hopefully she has plenty of energy left to deal with them all.

Sincerely,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

"Send the next one in!" Savannah called out, with a wave of her hand.

Her mother eyed her. "Must you see them so briefly?" she remarked. "You should consider them seriously, Savannah."

Savannah met her gaze, confidently. "Like I said, I've already found a suitable gentleman. I'm wasting my time here with anyone else."

"You cannot say that for sure, when nothing has been finalised yet," she cautioned.

Savannah leaned back in her chair casually. "I have faith and high hopes. Anyway, I'm letting them in, aren't I? Send the next one in," she said, again. "Let's get this over with."

Nathan rolled his eyes, but he did open the door, letting the next gentleman through. "Lord Edgar," he announced, as he closed the door to the receiving room behind him.

Lord Edgar was a man of around forty-five years, and his hair had started to grey to a noticeable degree. Someone so far from her own age was something undesirable to her, even if he held a decent enough title.

He was quick to kiss her hand when her mother introduced her, and he sat down near her on the couch, announcing that he had some poetry to share with her. "Lady Lustwick," he started, looking like he was trying to concentrate hard. "Your beauty is known throughout the town. Your smile delightful, which I would ride a mile to see. Your blue eyes are depths I could dive into. Your lovely brown locks-…"

At this, Savannah couldn't help but glance over at her mother who was hiding an amused smile behind her handkerchief, and her brother, who smirked by the door where he couldn't be seen. She wasn't entirely sure how much longer she could listen to it, or for how long she would be able to keep a straight face. Thankfully, it ended before she had to interrupt, and he was left looking at her with the most hopeful brown eyes.

"Thank you for that," she said, after clearing her throat. "You have such kind words for me, which I appreciate, Lord Edgar."

"I only speak the truth," he smiled, giving a slight bow where he was sitting. "I hope they have brought a smile to your face."

"Indeed they did," she said, although she rose to her feet, which he was obliged to do as well. "I hate to cut your visit short, but I'm afraid I feel tired after all my visitors. I do hope you understand."

He looked disappointed, although he rushed to say. "Of course! Please, let me know if you'd like me to call on you again."

"I will do. Safe travels, Lord Edgar," she said, with a brief curtsy, allowing him to kiss the back of her hand again before he left.

"He should have been a poet, evidently," Nathan remarked, unable to keep his expression even.

Savannah rolled her eyes. "It was bad enough having to sit through it." It seemed like some men were after a pretty doll to look at, but she was much more intelligent than that. "I think I've had enough for this afternoon. You can send the others away with my apologies."

Her mother gave her a look, but she didn't argue. "Get some rest then, Savannah. I expect you'll have plenty to keep you occupied with over the next number of weeks."

Savannah gave her a slightly amused smile, before moving to the window to watch as the other gentleman left. It would be easier for them if they set their sights a little lower.

---

At the second ball, Savannah's dance card was once again looking full. She did not want it too full however, as she wanted to save a dance or two for the Duke. That was something that had yet to be arranged.

Her current dance partner was Mister Tide, Stephanie's older brother. She knew enough from how Steff acted around him that he was undesirable, even if Steff was loath to talk badly of people. When he had asked her to dance however, it would have been very rude if she'd turned him down, and she wasn't keen on making a scene.

His breath smelled of alcohol, as if he'd had more to drink than he should have, and his golden blonde hair was messy and a little unkempt.

The topic of his sister was one he seemed to despise, so she decided to focus on that as they danced. "Does your sister have any prospects on the horizon?" she asked, even though she knew it was too early in the season for anything to be certain.

"Stephanie?" he laughed, shaking his head. "You heard of her first season, didn't you? There's no way anyone would be dull or stupid enough to want to marry her."

Savannah felt a bristle of annoyance for the girl. "Oh? Is that what you think?" she remarked, slowly. "I always thought she seemed quite smart and well read. Surely she would be a good catch."

"My sister's not smart," he disagreed. "And even if she was, what man wants a girl that always has her head buried in a book, and who's too smart for her own good?"

Biting her tongue, she decided not to point out the fact that she herself was a great deal smarter than him. "Well, surely you don't want her living with you and your family for too long. Better if she does find someone soon."

"She'll probably live with us for forever at this rate," he said in a languid tone, not sounding too disappointed by that fact. "She's a good help to the servants, at least – saves us a bit of money. But enough about my sister. Let's talk about you and me," he said, not so subtly changing the topic. His hand lowered from her shoulder, sliding down her back inappropriately, lower than it should have been. "I think we would make a good pairing."

Hiding a shiver of revulsion, she reached back to grab his arm, firmly forcing it back up higher. "Don't disregard propriety, Mister Tide," she warned, lowering her voice. "My brother won't hesitate to break your arm, and I can assure you he's here tonight." Of course, she didn't need her brother's help to deal with anything, but the threat of another man would surely work better on someone like him.

"I'm just having some fun, Savannah," he said, a glint that she didn't like in his eyes.

She tensed. "Neither did I give you permission to call me that," she said, her tone turning cold and authoritative. There was no hint of her former politeness. "Now, you better listen to me, or I will end this dance now and make a fool of you."

He muttered something under his breath, but he kept his hand where it was, his gaze darkening.

A silent dance she could put up with, and she was relieved when the song finally finished not long after. She was quick to pull away, turning her back to him and scanning the room. Her brother was busy mingling with a few other men, one being the Duke himself, and she started over in that direction. It was obvious that the Duke was avoiding dancing once again, but maybe she would change his mind on the matter.

ooOoo

Talking with some of the other young men around his age helped Blake to avoid his mother and her attempt at matchmaking. Nathan Lustwick and Devi Valewood seemed decent enough, knowing that Nathan had studied himself as well, so he didn't entirely mind passing the time with them.

As they talked, he looked out at the couples dancing. He spotted the girl he had noticed at the first ball - this time her dress was a dark blue like the ocean, to bring out the blue in her eyes. She was dancing with Loki Tide, and he did not think that she looked entirely thrilled by that fact.

Bringing himself back to the conversation at hand, he tuned in again.

"You know I'm already promised to someone else, but what about the two of you?" Nathan asked, taking another sip of his drink. "Dev? Do you have someone in mind?"

Devi looked as uncomfortable as Blake was sure he would, if he were put under the same scrutiny. "No… I mean, I don't really plan on marrying anytime soon."

"How nice to not have such pressure," Nathan replied, although Blake thought he was likely inwardly judging this. "How about that girl you talk with a lot. Miss Hallowdawn, isn't it?"

Blake only half listened, his gaze still on one particular couple who was dancing. He noticed when Mister Tide's hand seemed to slip down her back, heading to an inappropriate place. He gripped his drink a little harder, strangely annoyed that he would take such liberties. She seemed to have it under control however, grabbing his hand and moving it back. He couldn't however hear what she'd said.

"We're just good friends," Devi rushed to say. "It's nothing like that. I've known her since like… forever." As if to get the topic of conversation off himself, he looked over at Blake. "How about you?"

"Me?" Blake said, folding his arms. "My mother would like me married and with kids by the end of the season, no doubt. But finding a wife here doesn't really interest me."

Nathan didn't let him get off so easily, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he took another sip. "Oh? And why is that?"

"A lot of them are rather. Well, you know…" Blake paused, gesturing towards the room. "Rather empty-headed. I would prefer silence and being on my own to participating in dull conversation any day. Besides, I have enough to worry about, with my own responsibilities."

"They're not all like that," Nathan said, with a brief shrug. "Maybe you need to get to know some of them. And I can assure you that you can fit a wife around your other responsibilities."

Nathan seemed rather opinionated on the topic, and Blake couldn't be bothered to argue with him about it. He paused however as he noticed the girl approaching them, and he stared for a moment, before averting his gaze.

"Nathan," she said, in a greeting to him. It was a forward way of greeting, so Blake assumed they knew each other well. "Are you enjoying yourself? I see you take your chaperoning duties seriously," she said, a glitter in her eyes.

"Of course I do," Nathan replied, raising his chin slightly. "I was just making conversation with some of the other gentlemen…" He paused when she looked at him expectantly. "Oh, I suppose I should introduce you. You already know Mr Valewood, but this is the Duke of Wellington." He gestured to the girl. "This is Lady Lustwick, my sister."

As she gave a graceful curtsy, and a quick murmur of 'Your Grace,' Blake finally put two and two together. For some reason it hadn't even crossed his mind that they were siblings, despite the fact that Miss Blacktree had mentioned her name at the last event. "I didn't realise you had a sister," Blake said, inclining his head towards her. "It's nice to meet you. You're probably the only girl I didn't meet at the first ball."

Straightening, he could have sworn there was a hint of amusement in her gaze. As if she was aware of that very fact. "Oh? I suppose you're right. I was a little preoccupied with a full dancing card, I'm afraid. Although sometimes it's nice to have a short breather."

Nathan glanced between them, while Devi remained silent. "It is my sister's second season out, but she's still in high demand. No surprise really, considering our family's status."

Blake did not think that was the only reason she might be in high demand, but he was saved from commenting when Mister Tide staggered over.

"Sav-… Lady Lustwick," he managed to correct, his gaze on her. "May we have another dance? I think maybe you got the wrong idea."

Blake was a little surprised that he managed to string the sentences together, looking at the state of him. She seemed to size him up, but before she or her brother got a chance to say anything, Blake surprised even himself by saying, "I'm afraid that's impossible. Lady Lustwick has already promised the next dance to me."

He felt a few sets of surprised eyes on him, but he ignored that fact, glad when no one refuted him. The lady in question gave him a subtle smile.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm.

She took it, moving to step beside him and head to the dance floor.

Behind them, he heard Mister Tide protesting, before Nathan interceded to give him a talking to about his state.

Lady Lustwick was silent as he led her to the floor, waiting for the next song to start. He took her hand in his, before placing his other hand lightly and carefully at the proper place at her back.

As the music started, so did they, and any worry about his rusty dancing skills faded away as she ensured they kept in time with the tune. She seemed to take control without even asking, as if she'd already known.

Swallowing, he found he didn't know what to say, so he was glad when she did speak up.

"I appreciate you helping me out back there," she remarked, meeting his gaze. She lowered her voice, putting her lips near his ear. "But I don't need to be saved, if that's what you think."

Somehow, even though they'd just met, he didn't doubt her words. "I don't doubt that you could have handled it," he said after a pause, when she drew back to look at him again. A strand of her brown hair fell out of its fastening, and he resisted the urge to tuck it behind her ear. "Although I do consider myself a gentleman, so to have merely stood there and watched, would have gone against that."

"A gentleman, hey?" she repeated, and he found it hard to read what she was thinking. She did not smile shyly like the other girls. In fact, there was a certain confidence to her words and her demeanour. "Many men consider themselves that, but few actually are."

Her words were true enough, and he inclined his head slightly to acknowledge them. "I suppose so. No one is… perfect."

The dance was a slow waltz, and he paused to swing her around. "I am certainly not perfect. Luckily. Perfect can be a little boring, don't you think?" she replied, a coyness to her gaze.

She seemed to dare him to refute it, but he didn't.

He was saved from answering to his relief, when she greeted a pair of dancers that they passed. Her attention wasn't gone for long, before it returned to him. It was strange not being able to read someone like that, and her gaze always felt intense and focused when it met his.

"I imagine you have grown tired of all the attention," she continued. "Perhaps I can help you out, as well. You only have to dance or spend time with me, if you want to avoid it. No one would dare to interrupt you, if you were already preoccupied."

It was an idea, he supposed, and it strangely felt hard to say no to her. "I'll keep that in mind if I get stuck. I do not think that some are the kind to take the hint."

"Oh, you certainly have much to learn about some of the mothers," she chuckled, her steps graceful and perfectly attuned to the music.

"Is your own mother here?" he asked, out of curiosity. "Or only your brother?"

"One of them is enough," she shrugged. "My mother accompanied me in my last season. So it's nice to have a change this year. I have a little more freedom with my brother anyway, as annoying as he can be."

It was interesting, hearing her talk of having a sibling. Blake himself was an only child, as it was widely known that his parents were not able to conceive after him, although they had tried.

"I don't have any siblings," he remarked, although she didn't look surprised. "Which of course means all the responsibility has passed to me, after my father died."

"That must be a lot of pressure," she said, and her tone was matter-of-fact, rather than sympathetic, which he appreciated. "And I'm assuming your mother is keen for you to find a Duchess and have an heir."

He gave a slight sigh at the thought. "You would assume correctly."

"Well," she said, her gaze moving over the room, slowly. "Not everyone is Duchess material. So you should choose wisely."

He had the feeling that she knew exactly who would be. Before he could ask her, the song came to an end, and he realised a little too late, stopping after she did. In fact, he realised they had danced to two songs in a row.

"Thank you for dancing with me, Your Grace," she said, drawing her hands back and giving a curtsy. "I rather enjoyed it."

He nodded in response, a little unsure of what to say. "Likewise," he managed finally, before watching as she slipped away.

---

Dearest Reader,

The second ball of the season turned out to be an eye-catching one. If you were not in attendance, then you surely missed out.

Mister Loki Tide appeared unbalanced and slurred in his speech and actions. Perhaps the stresses of the social season are getting to some of the gentlemen.

Lady Savannah Lustwick appeared to be able to handle him in a dance, before she upgraded to a dance with none other than the Duke of Wellington himself! And they did not dance only one dance, dear Reader, but two! If that does not speak of the Duke's fondness for her, then This Author doesn't know what will. Maybe the diamond of the season will be able to tempt him, after all.

With the upcoming masquerade party at the Sharpblade residence, one can only wonder what might happen there.

If anything does come of this, you will be the first to know.

Sincerely,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

Blake had only hoped a masquerade party would help to disguise his identity and keep some of the mothers at bay. Unfortunately, it seemed that even with a simple black mask covering the top half of his face, the ladies were still able to identify him with ease. They on the other hand, were becoming harder and harder for him to identify, and he had already mixed up two ladies by accident, causing one of them to walk away with tears in her eyes. It was all certainly harder than he'd thought it would be.

Somehow, he could feel her behind him before he could see her. He straightened, before turning to find Lady Lustwick there, a more elaborately decorated silver mask covering part of her face, although it only served to make her blue eyes stand out more. "If you want to escape for a while, then go up the stairs and take a left. You'll find a balcony at the end," she said quietly. "Don't follow me straight away." With that, she disappeared back into the crowd, and he was left speechless.

As Miss Blacktree and her mother started to approach, he turned and quickly made his way through the crowd as well. While he felt a little bad, he didn't think he could handle talking to any more of them. And besides, his mother wasn't there that evening, so he could do as he liked.

After biding his time, he finally made his way up the stairs, taking a left and seeing a door slightly ajar near the end of the hallway, the curtain blowing slightly in the breeze. Pushing past it, he found Lady Lustwick there, leaning against the railing as she looked out at the moon. She was illuminated by it, and he couldn't stop himself from watching for a long moment.

"Well? Are you going to come out, or are you just going to stand there, Your Grace?" she said without turning around, and he was a little startled, finally starting forward at her urging.

"It's good to have a break from all that," Blake sighed, coming to a stop, near her. "But isn't it bad for you to be here, unchaperoned?"

"No one will come out here, so I'm not worried," she replied, turning to face him. "It's more of a secret balcony, and it's certainly not open to guests."

"How do you know about it, then?" he asked, with a slight frown, before he finally put the pieces together. "Didn't you… court the Earl last year? What happened?"

"Ah, so you have heard," she replied, keeping her expression even. "We weren't a good match. I admit, we were both from good families, to be sure. But we were both too headstrong and unwilling to back down. I am certainly not interested in being with someone who does not value my opinions. It was best if we parted ways somewhat amicably. Of course, that's why I already know this house rather well."

"I see," he replied, thinking over her words. Headstrong was not a word he would usually use to describe young ladies, but somehow it did seem to suit her more than others. "And you were still invited her to this, regardless?"

"My family holds enough sway," she replied easily, as if discussing something as simple as the weather. "He and his family wouldn't dare to not invite me." Lifting a hand, she adjusted her mask. "Did you find out from Lady Whistledown's papers?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "I don't read gossip like that. I just heard someone mention it."

"Well, you don't know what is going on in this town if you don't read it," she said, before dismissing the thought. "But I understand why you wouldn't be interested. More often than not the women read it."

The wafting of music from downstairs was just loud enough to hear, and she beckoned him closer. "Shall we dance?"

He was tempted to decline – he had wanted to avoid all that after all – but there was something about her that was different. That made him want to.

Taking their positions for a waltz, her hand was warm and purposeful against his shoulder. As they started into the dance, he found he didn't have to concentrate on it very hard, letting her and the music guide him.

"Have you still found no one that interests you?" she questioned, meeting his gaze curiously.

"You know I am not looking as such," he said, to avoid answering, finding that she seemed unafraid to question him about things that others wouldn't dare to.

"That is avoiding the question, Your Grace," she observed, her steps quiet on the balcony floor.

Somehow, their steps started to slow, and she was close, so very close. Raising a hand, her finger traced the skin around the edge of his mask softly. He swallowed, his grip tightening on her.

She leaned forward until her lips were so very close to his, but not yet touching, as if in a tease. "Savannah-…" He mumbled her name without thinking, before blushing at the slip up. "Sorry, I mean Lady-…"

"Shh," she said, resting a finger against his lips to silence him. "You don't need to apologise. You can call me that. I like the sound of my name on your lips."

As she drew her hand away, he could not hold back any longer at her words, and he pressed his lips to hers, finding that she returned the kiss with ease. He kept the kiss soft and gentle, unsure if she had been kissed before, but knowing it was unlikely. She grasped at his shoulder, keeping him close, and they stayed like that for a moment, before he finally forced himself to pull away, his cheeks feeling utterly warm. "We can't-… we mustn't…" he stammered. "We could be seen. We should head back inside."

She didn't protest, although he sensed that she was a little amused by his obvious embarrassment. "Of course... We probably should."

"I'm sorry," he said, as he drew back from her quickly. Her lips looked red and full, and he tried to avoid looking at them. "That was very inappropriate of me. I didn't mean to-…"

"It's okay, Blake," she replied, saying his name now that they had permitted such friendly terms. "I know you're a gentleman," she said, as if to reassure him. "There's no need to worry. We can head back inside, if that's what you wish."

What he wished was entirely inappropriate and not something he could voice, so he simply turned and headed back inside, trying to take some breaths to cool his cheeks. What had he been thinking?

Savannah on the other hand, easily reverted back to her usual manners, as she slid the balcony door closed behind her. "You should head back first," she advised, "Before anyone misses you. I'll follow a little while after."

All he could do was give a tight nod, too worried about the fact that he no longer seemed capable of controlling himself.

---

Dearest Reader,

The masquerade party at the Sharpblade residence was a hit among the guests invited. The Earl Mason Sharpblade does not seem like the kind to hold such parties, but he allows his mother to throw them when she likes.

One who pays attention to the guest list might have noticed that Lady Savannah Lustwick was invited, despite their falling out the previous year. The dowager Countess even stopped to greet her when she arrived. Perhaps it did not end on terms that were too sour. However, we can only speculate.

This Author did notice however that The Duke of Wellington and the Lady just mentioned seemed to be hard to find for some of the evening. Maybe their masks offered them a suitable disguise to escape for a little while.

This season is certainly turning out to be an exciting one, as expected.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

Staying up late one night in his father's – now his – study, Blake tried to concentrate on his work. It was a strange thing, to now view his father's things as his own. He felt sorely unprepared to take over everything.

His parents had never been particularly close to him as he'd grown up. He'd been taught by tutors in their country home, called Stratfield Saye House, and then had gone off to study when he'd been of age. To hear that his father had suddenly passed away in the night had been a surprise to everyone. Blake had had to withdraw from the final year of his studies and return to attend to his father's estate, to take his place. It was hard however, to take the place of someone he barely knew. It was as if his father had done the requirement of having an heir, although he didn't care much to keep him around. Just another thing to tick off his checklist.

Looking at the numbers on the sheet again, he groaned. He was much too tired to be dealing with such things. Rubbing his eye, he then set down his father's quill, blinking a few times. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, his head resting against the desk, his pillow a pile of papers.

In his dreams, he dreamed of her, even if it was against his wishes.

She smelled, as always, like an exotic mix of flowers and spice, her lips soft and supple against his. He'd dreamed about their kiss on the balcony many times, but in his dreams, they did more than just kiss.

She slipped her fingers under his shirt, touching his bare skin, and he allowed his fingers to run through her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. As their kiss deepened, she teased him with her tongue, letting it dart into his mouth. His other hand drew from her chin, down her neck, sliding lower and lower, his breaths becoming more laboured. He pressed himself against her, and she inhaled, the gasp pleasing to his ears.

At a sound outside his door, he was startled awake, jerking upright and feeling hot and sweaty. It was likely just a servant passing by, and he heard the footsteps withdrawing, his cheeks warm in embarrassment. Why she had to plague his dreams like that, he didn't know.

The candle flame had long since burnt out, and he rose to his feet, deciding he should get to bed if he couldn't do any more work. He could only hope that a walk down the hallway would help to clear his mind from such strange fantasies.

---

A couple of weeks went by without any change. Savannah couldn't help but start to feel a little impatient. Blake had been the perfect gentleman since the evening on the balcony, careful to keep his physical contact with her to a minimum, except while dancing. But at every event, they talked and danced, and she gave him the reprieve that he so desperately needed from the other ladies and their mothers. It was almost a little amusing perhaps, when she was far more deadly than any of them put together.

That evening was yet another ball, and this time she was dressed in a deep red. It was her favourite colour, but she had saved it for a later occasion, not wanting to wear it at the start. Her lips were a similar dark shade of red, which made for a striking combination. Enticing Blake into a dance so that he could avoid the others, they easily kept in tune. She found that he'd improved since their more regular dancing.

Questioning him was something that she wasn't afraid to do, even if she sensed it frustrated him at times, when she dug too deeply. "How are you finding your new duties?" she asked, as the dance changed directions.

"Tiring," was his reply, his gaze sweeping the room, before it met hers. His grey-green eyes were as captivating as ever. "But that's what it tends to be when running an estate."

"I imagine you'd have lots of different affairs to deal with," she remarked.

He made a sound of agreement. "I doubt you can imagine it."

"Mmm, let's see," she replied, and the edge to her tone made him realise his mistake. "I imagine you'd have to manage your money accounts, check on your farmers, hunt for any predators on the property, see to the servants and housekeepers, organise-…"

"I get it," Blake interrupted. "My mistake, I see you do have an idea."

She gave him a sharp smile. "I do indeed. I do my research, in fact. Or did you think I was merely one of the many airheaded and ignorant girls here?"

Her words made him pause, and he couldn't help a slightly curious look. "You're not like the other girls, are you? I have noticed that."

"It's good to see you've been observing something," she replied, and there was a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. "It's warm in here. How about we go outside for some fresh air?"

Blake glanced over to where her brother was, talking with a couple of the other men. "Won't your brother wonder where you are?"

"It's just outside, Blake," she said, rolling her eyes, and taking his hand to tug him in that direction. "I wouldn't call it far away." Finally, she managed to convince him, and he followed her, moving swiftly to catch up to her.

ooOoo

Following Savannah out the side door, he found himself on the veranda, looking out on the garden. "Ah, that's better," she said, the ribbon in her hair blowing slightly in the breeze.

It was quieter out there, only the slight tune of the music carried on the wind. It was nice to not have all the eyes on him for once, and he could finally unwind, his posture relaxing. Savannah glanced over at him. "You like it better out here, don't you?" she observed, as if she could read his thoughts. "It's good to take a break from it all, sometimes. It can be stifling."

"Stifling?" he repeated, trying to read her. "Do you find it like that, too? You've always looked at ease in such a setting."

"Looks can be deceiving," she commented. "Of course, I like to appear at ease. But you can't think that searching for a husband is particularly enjoyable. There is always pressure from my own family. You may have met my brother, but you certainly haven't met my parents."

He hadn't considered how taxing it might be on her, having assumed as many did that the ladies enjoyed it. "I see." He hesitated, before asking his next question. "And have you… found someone who has caught your eye? I can't imagine you pursuing someone who you don't think is suitable."

"Perhaps I have," she replied vaguely, seeming unwilling to share. Blake tensed slightly at the thought. "But he seems too stubborn to see it."

Before Blake could ask anything further, she took a few steps towards the stairs down to the gardens. "I've heard the gardens here are beautiful. Will you accompany me on a stroll?"

Blake stayed where he was. "You can't go wandering off into the gardens," he protested. "It's not appropriate without a proper chaperone."

She glanced back at him with a devilish smile, tempting him. "Oh well, I'll just have to go on my own, then."

With that, she started down the stairs, before heading into the right side of the garden. The paths were lit, but only dimly, with a few torches spaced around them.

Blake let out a sigh at her stubbornness, before he followed. Anyone could be wandering through the gardens, and he didn't want it to be on his conscience if something happened to her. Catching up to her, he followed, watching as her fingers grazed the bushes that she passed. She paused only to smell a rose, before continuing.

"What is your type, Blake?" she asked, and he stared at her back with a frown.

"What?"

"Your type," she emphasised. "There's a lot of girls here with different kinds of looks. I'm only questioning what you like. Perhaps then I can help you."

He was so surprised by the question, that he was a little lost for words. "I don't-… have a type," he muttered, finally and without much grace. "Neither do I need another matchmaker. My mother is enough."

She stopped suddenly, turning around to face him, and he quickly came to a stop as well, but they were closer than he would have allowed under different circumstances. Her red dress suited her immensely, the shade mysterious and fiery, which also suited her personality. In fact, she looked stunning in it. But his gaze didn't linger on it for long, instead rising to meet her gaze.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked, watching him closely. Reaching up, she twirled a brown strand of hair around her finger. Oh, how she teased him. "Maybe that will help me to… pick. Or do you prefer blondes, like Rose or Steff?"

He swallowed when his mouth grew dry. "I don't… prefer blondes," was all he could come up with, although he still thought that he sounded like a fool.

He couldn't read her, even when she took a step closer and her face was more visible from the dim light beside them. "Then maybe you would like to kiss me again…?"

"We can't-…" He tried again, "Someone could see us. It would be bad for your reputation."

"No one will see us," she said, and she leaned closer, her fingers closing in his coat. Even surrounded by the garden, he could smell her unmistakable scent. Her red lips parted, and she licked them slowly. He was undone, and he leaned forward to close the gap, his lips brushing against hers. This time, he was careful to practice some restraint. He didn't dare to kiss her first, not wanting to take the risk of initiating anything, in case they were seen.

But she was bold, and she moved to kiss him, curling the fingers of her other hand at the back of his neck. His fingers reached up without thinking, running through the soft strands of her hair, a few of the pins that kept it up falling to the ground. But she didn't seem to mind, only deepening the kiss. Where on the balcony the kiss had been gentle and tender, this kiss was heated and hungry and it left him breathless.

"I knew that you found me attractive," she said, smiling against his lips. But it was more than that. She was intelligent and confident and competitive and stubborn. She was not a normal lady, and he had never met anyone like her before. But all those things, he didn't know how to voice.

He broke apart, only to kiss her cheek and the side of her neck, feeling her inhale quickly. She reached for his hand, moving it to the edge of her bodice and encouraging him as she pulled it down slightly to allow him better access. He rested his hand there, if only to prove that he wasn't afraid to, making a sound at the back of his throat.

He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted her. All the rules were gone from his mind as he lost his control, acting on pure instinct. She gasped as his hand inched lower, her nails digging into his neck.

He was only pulled from his daze by a sound that he had trouble deciphering initially. Until the call was repeated, more sharply this time.

"Savannah?" came the familiar voice, and Blake froze, everything suddenly coming back to him. She stopped as well, looking over his shoulder at what he could tell from the voice was her brother.

Nathan grabbed the back of his coat, pulling him backwards. He stumbled at the unexpected contact, nearly tripping over a rock.

"Nathan, wait-…" Savannah said, but her brother didn't stop, quickly thrusting forward to punch Blake in the face. He recoiled, holding a hand up to cover the area, his surprise now turning to guilt and dread.

"How dare you touch my sister," he spat, and he looked like he was going to punch him again, before Savannah caught his arm. "How dare you lay a hand on her." There was rage in his gaze, and Blake could only stare, not about to fight back if he did manage another shot. It was his fault, after all.

"You've ruined her now," he stated, gritting his teeth. "You must marry her now. Before the word gets out."

At this, Blake finally found the words to speak. "Marry her?" he repeated, dumbly. "I-… You know I don't want a wife. I-…"

"I don't care what the hell you want." His eyes blazed, and he looked like he was only just holding it together. "It's done now. And if you won't marry her, then we will have to duel to the death. This is my family's honour at stake."

Blake cursed under his breath – something he wouldn't normally do in front of a lady. How stupid he'd been. Her brother was right – gossip spread like wildfire, and if he didn't marry her, then she'd be ruined. He had little choice. He'd always claimed to be a gentleman, and it was what a gentleman would do. "You're right… I'm sorry," he said finally, lowering his gaze. He didn't dare look at Savannah. "… I'll marry her."

Nathan still looked likely to punch him again, but at least Savannah could finally release his arm. "Go and get someone to bring ice," she said. When he didn't listen, she repeated it again, more forcibly this time, until he finally moved, his steps rigid as he started back down the pathway.

Slowly, she reached to fix her bodice, making sure it was properly in place. "You're going to get a black eye. That will cause people to talk. The ice will help," she said, her voice surprisingly calm.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking…" The words felt thick in his mouth, unused to apologising so much. Someone in his position rarely needed to. When he finally met her gaze, he stopped, staring at her. She looked much too calm and put together, and he suddenly had a horrible realisation. She had been the one to insist on going to the garden and initiating things, after all. "Did you… plan this?" he blurted out.

She didn't look away. "I didn't plan for my brother to find us, if that's what you mean."

"Maybe not your brother, but you did plan for us to get caught, didn't you?" he accused, his eyes narrowing. Raising a hand, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, removing a smear of red lipstick. "That's what you wanted all along."

At least she didn't try to lie and deny it. "I'm sorry things had to go this way. Trust me, I would have preferred you to offer, than to have it go like this. But you weren't going to ask anyone to marry you, were you?"

"I hate you," he spat, and she straightened, although she didn't say anything further. "How could you force someone into this? As if it's some kind of game? It's my life."

"It didn't take that much forcing to get you to kiss me," she had the gall to say. There was a challenge in her gaze, as if urging him to deny it.

"I should never have kissed you," he muttered, looking away from her. He felt betrayed, annoyed at himself for falling into such a trap. How could he be such a fool? "I won't ever trust you again."

"It doesn't need to be like that, Blake," she said, although she fell silent when he ignored her. Finally, her brother appeared again with some ice wrapped in a cloth. Savannah took it from his hands, moving to hold it to his face, but Blake snatched it off her, holding it on himself.

"I don't think we have anything more to say to you," Nathan replied, raising his chin. "I expect you to marry my sister next week. You'd better start to get your things in order." He glanced over at Savannah only briefly. "Come Savannah. It's time for us to go."

She looked like she was about to argue, but he narrowed his eyes, leaning over and saying something quietly to her. She sighed, although she moved to follow.

Pressing the ice a little harder against his face, Blake ignored her gaze as she passed him, gritting his teeth. What an absolute mess his life had become.

---

Dearest Reader,

I'm sure you've heard the news by now. If not, then you likely live under a rock. Lady Savannah Lustwick and the Duke of Wellington are to be married in just a week's time. Things have happened surprisingly quickly, wouldn't you say?

Perhaps they fell so deeply in love that they couldn't bear to wait any longer. Or maybe there is something more sinister at work. At the last ball, it is said that they disappeared into the gardens, and that her brother appeared agitated. One can only make some assumptions. Many have fallen prey to the charm of the gardens before.

In any case, most are sure to wish them well to their faces. After all, no one would dare to anger or disrespect the Duke. Even if he has a rather obvious black eye.

With so little time, the servants of both families must be running around attending to all of the errands. Of course, the dress and suit must be made, and the ceremony needs to be planned. I do not envy all the work ahead of them.

Kindest regards,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

Savannah stayed silent as she was fitted for her wedding dress. Her lady's maid waited outside for her. They'd never been very close – simply polite and respectful, but she was taught to not get too close to the servants. There was a difference between ranks, and that was a fact of life.

She waited as the dressmaker measured her waist. Admittedly, she admired women who were self-made. She could not have the same opportunity – it depended on her husband as to whether she would get to keep her rank.

Once all her measurements were taken, the dressmaker directed her to try on a few different styles to see what would suit her.

She still hadn't heard anything from Blake since the incident, not that she had expected to. How embarrassing that it was her brother who had caught them in such a state. She certainly hadn't intended on that. If only the Duke hadn't been so stubborn, then perhaps she wouldn't have had to resort to such measures. Still, it left her uneasy and she knew he was furious with her. She only hoped that he would become used to the idea and saw that she would make a good match for him. That they would be able to work together well, and that she would be able to make him happy.

"Ah yes, this style suits you," the dressmaker nodded, as she tried on another one.

Swishing the fabric from side to side, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Yes, it did show off her figure nicely, including how full her chest was. Of course, some features would need to be added to it – some more lace and it would need to be embroidered with flowers. She also had a diamond ornament that she planned on having fastened to the front.

"Yes," she agreed, slowly. "I think this will do nicely."

---

Blake decided that the easiest course of action was to focus on his business and the things he needed to get done. Better that, then to think of the sting of his betrayal. He was doing just that, when his butler came to him.

"There is someone here to see you, my Grace," he said, clearing his throat, and Blake paused, looking up from the letter he was reading.

"I didn't organise for anyone to visit," he said, already having a guess as to who it might be.

"It's Lady Lustwick," the butler continued, hovering by the door. "She-…"

"Tell her I'm busy. With my work," Blake interrupted, leaning back in his seat.

The butler paused. "She said… you'd probably say that you're busy. But she has pressing wedding affairs to attend to with you. She doesn't seem… inclined to leave," he worded, carefully.

Blake sighed, pushing some black strands of hair back from his face. "Very well. You can take her to the drawing room and she can wait for me there."

The butler gave a quick bow, before leaving to return to the front door. Blake decided to bide his time, making her wait for as long as he liked.

Eventually however, he grew tired of it, and he went to meet her. She rose to her feet when he arrived, a girl who he assumed was her lady's maid waiting near her. This time, she was dressed in a light blue dress, which was less elaborate that her evening outfits. It did not however make her look any less stunning.

"Your Grace," she said, giving a curtsy. While her manners were impeccable, he felt that he knew her at least a little by now, and she was only just able to hide her annoyance at him keeping her waiting. "Thank you for seeing me at such short notice."

"I doubt that we have much to discuss," he said, raising his chin. "Or do you not think that we covered everything last time?"

She kept her expression even. "I would like us to go for a walk in the park nearby to discuss things. If you can take some time out of your busy schedule."

He eyed her for a long moment, as if considering whether he could get out of it. Finally, he sighed. "We'd best head off, then. I do have other things that require my attention."

She inclined her head, following him out the doorway and back into the hallway. It didn't take long, before he made his way outside. Savannah said something to her lady's maid, and she followed them at a distance where she wouldn't be able to overhear.

"Your brother didn't want to come?" Blake said, a little bitterly. "Perhaps he would have liked to have finished the job."

Savannah eyed him from the side, and he was surprised that she was so bold to. "Of course I wasn't about to tell him where I was going. It's looking better," she said, referring to his black eye. "It should be alright for the wedding."

Blake gave a sour laugh. "Is that all you care about? Keeping up appearances?"

To his surprise, this time she did hesitate. "I did not wish for you to get hurt. Surely, I can show some concern for you, without you feeling the need to mock me."

"And look at how you have mocked me," he couldn't help but retort.

As they approached a water fountain, Savannah came to a stop, turning to face him. It forced him to stop as well. "There's no need to make things difficult," she stated, her voice calm and firm. "We could work well together. I do believe that we can, otherwise I wouldn't have pursued you." She raised her chin, her gaze meeting his. "I'll be a good and educated Duchess. I am willing to carry out my duties and to make sure you are happy. You couldn't wish for more than that."

Some of her words sounded business-like. She was entirely his type and it was hard to know that she didn't seem to feel the same way about him that he did about her. She was trying to secure her future, and perhaps he could understand that a little, but he couldn't help but think… "And what of your own happiness?"

She frowned just subtly at his words. "My own happiness?" she repeated. "Being a Duchess will make me happy. It will give me the kind of freedom that I need to continue with my lifestyle. I can't ask for more than that, either."

He was not entirely satisfied with her words, and she lowered her voice. "Like I said, I can assure you that I will please you. I will ensure that you get some pleasure out of this. The other night was only just the beginning."

He blushed at her words and what she was implying. "I wasn't… asking for that," he mumbled.

"I'm just saying," she said, with a slight shrug, moving to keep walking again, and he reluctantly fell into step beside her again. "Anyway, things can't be changed, now. I came here because I need to know that you are willing to work together with me on this. Because like I said, I do think we could make a good team."

Finally, he relented, giving a slight, curt nod. It was true that there was little that could be done.

"Now," she continued, casually. "We should talk of children and expectations."

Blake coughed to hide his surprise. "What did you say? Children?"

"Yes, children." She ignored his sputter. "I'm not going to lie, I have little interest in children – I never have. However, I will provide you with an heir, as is a Duchess's duty. But I need you to know that I will not be taking care of them for all hours of the day. That's what nursemaids are for. And, I do not plan on having many children."

She said things so matter-of-factly, that he couldn't help but marvel at it. "I also have… little interest in children. So I have no issues with that," he admitted. The thought of being a father was a strange thing, especially when he had barely seen his own father.

"Good, I'm glad we can agree on that," she said, nodding at a couple that they passed who Blake didn't know. He merely inclined his head as well.

"I'm well aware of a Duchess's other duties. I am well versed and prepared for throwing balls, dinner and house parties and supporting charitable organisations. I will also always be well dressed. Unless of course," she said, throwing an amused look over at him. "You want me undressed."

He averted his gaze to hide his embarrassment. "And what expectations do you have of me?"

She took a moment to contemplate his question. "I expect you to listen to my opinions and attend events with me. That is something I plan on doing. I would also like you to include me in your work. And I would like to have some freedom to do things that I want – I do not do well with being told what to do."

He didn't see how his work was particularly exciting, but he didn't mention that aloud. "Those are all things I can do."

"Then, I think we are in agreement, yes?" she said, her pace slowing.

"As much as we can be, under the circumstances," he replied, turning back towards his estate. "Let's turn back. I have something to give you."

While she looked curious, for once she didn't press, instead following beside him. "As you wish."

The walk back went quicker than expected, and he asked her to wait near the door as he went to fetch something. Finding the small velvet lined box, he brought it back out. Once he reached her, he opened it, showing her a ring he'd picked from his family's jewel collection. It was noticeable, with fine diamonds, but not overly showy, which he thought was more practical for wearing all the time. "I thought you should… try it on for size."

She inhaled, looking at it for a moment, before holding out her hand. "It's beautiful," she said, her lady's maid making a delighted sound when she caught a glimpse of it. Picking up the ring carefully, he slipped it onto her fourth finger. It seemed to fit perfectly, and she tilted her hand to better admire it. "I can see why you picked it. You chose well. Thank you."

A little unsure of what to say, he closed the box. "It's… nothing. Just what's expected, of course."

When she finished admiring it, she straightened, looking over at him again. "You'll need to meet my parents before the wedding. Of course they approve of it, but they have to have the final say. They've invited you around for dinner in three days."

The thought of having a meal with her family was a daunting one. Especially when her brother was meant to be there. Hopefully the bruising would have gone down by then. "I see. I guess I'll see you there, next, then."

She seemed to read his thoughts. "It will go fine, don't worry. I'll make sure Nathan behaves."

He gave a slight nod, before stepping back. "I should go and attend to things."

"Of course," she replied, giving a curtsy. "Good luck with your work," she said, before turning to leave.

Their conversation had certainly revealed a lot of things, and Blake decided he needed some time to go over it and decipher it all. With Savannah, it seemed that nothing was ever simple.

---

As Blake's carriage rolled to a stop, he got down, looking up at the Lustwick manor. It was an impressively large building from the outside, and he had expected nothing less from the Earl. The front yard featured a rose garden and a fountain, and he walked past it as he made his way to the entrance. A butler was quick to greet him, ushering him inside and to the drawing room. The paint was bright and the walls held elaborate landscape paintings.

It seemed they were already seated and waiting for him, and they rose to their feet when he arrived.

"Your Grace," Savannah said, moving to his side. "My mother, Countess Lustwick," she said, gesturing elegantly towards her. Blake could see the resemblance to Savannah, her mother still pretty for her age, and well dressed. "And my father, the Earl Lustwick." Her father seemed a serious man, greeting him with a polite nod. "My brother you have already met." Blake avoided looking for long at Nathan.

"Your Grace," her mother said, giving a curtsy. "How nice of you to come and visit us for dinner. We have been waiting to meet you, ever since the announcement." It was obvious, Blake thought, that her parents were unaware of what exactly had transpired. Likely, Savannah had made up a nicer story of their engagement, and Nathan had reluctantly gone along with it.

"It was gracious of you to invite me," he replied, trying to settle into the stuffy politeness that he had grown to hate. "I look forward to dinner."

"Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's head to the dining room," her father suggested, moving to lead the way.

Following, Blake found that the dining room was no less elaborate. The table was adorned with golden candles, serving platters and cutlery, and a large feast was set out for them. As was custom, the mistress of the house sat at the upper-end of her table, and her husband at the lower-end. Blake sat beside Savannah, with Nathan sitting on the opposite side. When one of the servants offered him some French wine, he accepted, watching as she poured it into his glass, before taking a sip. It was a relief, as it gave him something to do.

While everyone was getting settled in their seats, Savannah leaned over towards him, lowering her voice. "Don't worry. Your rank guarantees your approval. There's little you have to do at this point."

Blake gave an imperceivable nod as she drew back again. Across the table, Nathan gave him a death stare, which he quickly averted his gaze from.

"We have prepared a banquet for you," her mother said, with a sweep of her hand. "Please, feel free to start."

"You didn't need to go to so much trouble. But I appreciate it," Blake said, inclining his head. He reached for one of the carving knives, glancing over at Savannah to see if she wanted any. She nodded, and he dished up some of the roast onto her plate before his. Afterwards, he did the same with the roast potatoes and vegetables, as well as the other sides.

"Nonsense. It is not every day that our daughter gets engaged," Savannah's mother insisted. "We wish you both the best for a happy marriage."

"Yes, it is certainly a once off kind of occasion, isn't it?" Savannah remarked, if only to give him a break from having to respond. He was grateful for that, letting them start eating first, before he took a careful bite of his own food.

"Indeed. We are glad that our daughter has found a suitable match," her father said, looking over at Blake. "We have been willing to let her wait for someone appropriate."

"Savannah will make a capable Duchess," her mother added. "And you do not have to worry about having an heir with her. Our family has never had problems with producing males or with childbirth."

Blake glanced at Savannah sidelong, feeling embarrassed for the both of them. He knew they were trying to appeal to him, but sometimes it felt like women were almost sold like commodities. "I am… not worried about that at this stage," he said, although he knew his mother certainly was. He swallowed when his mouth grew dry. "Although it is something to think about for the future."

"There will also be a suitable dowry, as I'm sure you've heard. Money isn't an issue for us," the Earl replied, casually.

"I don't really have need for money-…" Blake started, although he was interrupted by Nathan.

"Regardless, of course a gentleman should receive one," Nathan said, emphasising the word, as Blake was sure he was implying that he was not one. "That's just the way it is."

"Then I will receive it," Blake said, keeping his expression even, despite a prickle of annoyance. "But Savannah herself can make use of it, on a holiday house or something of the like."

He looked over at her quick enough to catch the flicker of surprise in her gaze. It was true, he supposed, that since the men owned the money and titles, it often meant their wives owned little for themselves. It seemed silly really, when the money came from her own family.

The rest of the dinner conversation went relatively smoothly, not counting a few more minor jibes that Nathan sent his way. It was nothing that Savannah couldn't defuse however, and as they finished up their dinner, Blake rested one of his hands on his lap, the other holding his wine glass as he took another sip. Savannah reached for his hand under the table, her fingers stroking his palm, making different patterns. His hand tingled, and he tried to keep a straight face as she purposefully distracted him. While perhaps it was not proper, neither did he pull away. Whether she aimed to help him relax, or to play a game with him, he wasn't entirely sure. But for someone used to being on his own, it felt surprisingly… nice.

He couldn't help but feel relieved when the evening was finished, finding it a bit exhausting. While her parents were courteous, he didn't doubt that they were judging his every response closely.

Before he slipped out the door, Savannah caught his arm, moving to kiss his cheek. "See you on our wedding day," she murmured, before drawing back and watching him leave.

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Dearest Reader,

The day has finally come where the Duke of Wellington and Lady Savannah Lustwick came together to wed. It was a grand and beautifully decorated affair, with the finest of decorations and location. The bride herself looked elegant, her dress adorned with lace and embroidered flowers, showing off her figure nicely. The groom – who seemed a little uncomfortable at the start of the proceedings – appeared unable to take his gaze off her as she walked gracefully down the aisle.

As for the guest list, it was mid-sized, which is a great feat considering how little time they had to prepare. Their families were of course in attendance, and the new Duchess invited many of her still unmarried friends, as well as a number of influential guests. It was certainly an occasion that no one wanted to miss.

It is unknown whether the newlyweds will stay in London and live in the Duke's family's townhouse, Apsley House, or whether they will seek a quieter life and move to the country home that the Duke grew up in. In any case, many predict that the Duke and Duchess will not be seen for a little while, while they become better acquainted with one another…

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

After the wedding, a carriage arrived to take them back to Blake's country home, a trip that was meant to take around two hours. Savannah knew of course of the two larger houses that the Duke owned, and the one in London certainly suited her and her social life better, but they had decided to travel to his country home initially. It would be good for her to meet the staff there and to see the estate, and admittedly, she was also a little curious at the thought of seeing where he'd grown up.

He was quiet for the start of the trip, and Savannah tried to read him from where she sat beside him. He seemed on edge, she thought, and that was something she vowed to change.

"I am looking forward to seeing where you grew up," she remarked, adjusting her dress over her legs. "Although I am usually more suited to life in the city."

"It'll be elaborate enough for you, hopefully," Blake remarked, looking out the window and she sensed that he was avoiding eye contact with her. "It has a mosaic floor in one room, gold trimmings, some furniture made in Paris, and extensive gardens."

"I'm sure I'll like it," she replied with ease. "I'm not worried about that." She was used to living in a kind of luxury, and now she did not need to forgo any of that.

When he grew quiet again, she reached out to take his hand in her own gloved hands, although she felt him stiffen. "I assume we'll have… plenty to do once we arrive. It will be our wedding night, after all."

He pulled his hand away, a little forcefully. "You don't need to feel obliged to do anything. You got what you wanted, after all."

She paused, frowning at his words. He was likely still annoyed over the way he had been tricked into it, and that was something that was not easy to fix. "I don't feel obliged to do anything, Blake," she said, slowly. Boldly, she reached to close her fingers under his chin, turning his face back towards her. "I want to."

Still, he hesitated, and his cheeks were tinted pink in his embarrassment. "What I mean is-…" He made a sound in annoyance at his inability to word it. "Am I… even your type? I know this is all merely because of my rank."

She gave a slight smile, releasing his chin. "I chose you for a reason, not just because of your rank. Do you think I would have chosen someone who I didn't desire? Or someone who was inclined to treat me poorly? No, there are many reasons. And your handsome looks are one of them."

He swallowed, looking tempted to avert his gaze again, but she didn't let him, drawing closer to him and brushing her lips against his lightly, in a tease. He didn't pull away this time, and she considered that a small victory. Moving her lips over to his ear, she nibbled on it, delighting in drawing a moan from his lips, and his fingers went to her waist on instinct. Luckily, since the carriage was pulled by four horses, it was loud enough to drown out any noise they might have made.

Returning her lips to his, she kissed him, taking her time as she allowed him to tilt his head to meet her better. Returning the kiss, his fingers grasped at her dress. Finally, he pulled back slightly. "Wait-… This isn't appropriate. Shouldn't we wait until we get there?"

"We're already married, Blake," she said with a soft laugh. "There's no longer any need to wait, is there? I think we've waited long enough."

He couldn't argue with that, and they kissed again, their kisses deepening. The country scenery that they passed was nice of course, but Savannah paid it little mind, keeping her attention on him. She'd have plenty of other chances to see it better later.

By the time they arrived, they were each very attuned to how the other kissed, although Savannah knew they were both hungry for more. Pulling apart when the carriage rolled to a stop, Savannah quickly moved to fix her hair and her dress, and Blake cleared his throat. The coachman opened the carriage door, holding out a hand to Savannah, which she took, allowing him to help her down. Blake followed, and she looked up at the impressive house. "It'll do nicely," she said quietly to Blake, before he took her arm and they started up the stairs.

The household staff were waiting at the front door to greet them, giving curtseys, bows and plenty of "Your Graces." Savannah greeted them all politely, keen to meet the people who would be running the house and keeping it nice for when they visited.

Soon however, she and Blake started inside. "We have some things to attend to," Blake said as an excuse, leading her further into the house.

ooOoo

Savannah acted like a natural Duchess, the way she greeted the staff and talked to them, and he knew she would do her job well. Of course, he'd known that all along.

She glanced into the rooms that they passed, and he was glad to see that she looked impressed. But his bedchamber was the place that they stopped, and he made sure to close the door behind him.

"Your things have already been sent here by a servant," he said, turning to face her, before she quietened him, bringing her lips to his again. It never ceased to amaze him how she could be the perfect picture of a proper, poised lady, and then at other times in private be the exact opposite. He found that he liked that about her.

As they kissed, she drew his gloves off his hands, before prompting him to do the same with her own silk gloves, to which he obliged. Reaching up, he then pulled some of the pins from her hair, watching as it tumbled down her back. How he loved her hair when it was down and unrestrained.

Their hands grasped at each other, and they stumbled backwards, moving further into the room. She paused near the couch, and he shook his head, mumbling a quick, "Not here." Her first time should be on the bed he decided, which would be more comfortable.

She smiled against his lips, continuing back towards the bed. "If you say so. But perhaps in the future we could make all the rooms our own."

He flushed, letting their gloves fall to the ground, and he watched for a moment as she started to work on undoing her gown.

Finally, he moved forward, turning her around. "Here, let me," he said, his fingers working at the buttons of her gown, a little clumsily in his haste. He managed to undo them all, and he helped to slip her dress off her. She was left only in a thin white chemise with her stockings and garters.

Undaunted at her state of undress, she smiled slowly, silently inviting him to continue as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Perhaps you can help with these too," she said, lifting one of her legs for him. As he pulled the stocking and garter off each leg, his fingers brushed the skin of her thigh, and he inhaled quickly. Once those were off, she made quick work of removing her chemise and underwear, tossing them aside as well, before laying down on the bed.

She was beautiful, and he allowed his gaze to linger for once, taking her in. Finally, she made a sound to quicken him in her impatience, beckoning him over. "I think you are a bit overdressed."

Resting himself over her, she reached up to undo his coat, casting it aside, while then helping to unbutton his shirt while he unbuttoned his trousers. Once he was fully unclothed, he swallowed, finding he was more nervous at that fact than she appeared to be, but such thoughts were suddenly banished, when she pulled him down to meet her lips. They kissed passionately, and he could feel her breasts pressed enticingly against his own chest.

"Have you done this before?" she asked, as she broke away to take a breath.

It was a valid question, he supposed. A gentleman would never sleep with a gently bred lady before they were married, but most tended to dally with lower ranked women. "With one woman, yes," he admitted. "She was a musician, just passing through." Would that bother her? He wasn't sure, always finding her hard to read.

"I see," she replied, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Then it is not your first time."

She kissed him again, before pushing him to the side, until he was lying beside her. Boldly, she moved to straddle him. Leaning down, her hair tickled his cheek as she hovered her lips near his mouth in a tease.

He thought she didn't seem as naïve as some of the other ladies, as if she seemed to know more. "But it is your first…?" he asked, looking up at her as he posed the question. Such a thing was usually an assumption, but he didn't think it hurt to ask, considering how more knowing she seemed.

She smiled. "Yes, but you didn't think I'd be unresearched, did you? I like to be proficient in whatever I do." Her lips moved to kiss his neck, causing him to inhale. "I made sure to find out all the details. The maids are willing to share, as long as you pay them," she murmured against his skin. "I know how to please you."

His cheeks were burning now. "It is not only about pleasing me," he managed to get out, his voice a little uneven.

"I'm glad you realise that," she said, and they kissed again, his tongue meeting hers.

He found that he liked how she took control, and as she moved against him, he cupped one of her breasts with his hand, before moving his fingers against it. She let out a moan, and he then worked on the other side, able to do little else but watch her expression. She was so beautiful when she was unravelled, and it was something that only he would see.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it, which only caused him to increase his actions. His fingers then trailed down her stomach, finding her skin soft, before shifting to trace the outline of her hips. Her body had the perfect amount of curves. They took the time to suitably explore one another, their bodies still new and exciting.

When she was ready, she took him inside her, her back and neck arching back as she did so. He was held captive to her rhythm and he had to battle to keep his eyes open so he could watch her, his own breaths coming fast and shaky. Eventually, the pressure built up to a crescendo, before it was finally released, and he heard her moan loudly as well in satisfaction.

They were both sweaty and breathing heavily, as she finally disentangled herself from him, moving to lie beside him. He watched her, pushing some hair back from her face, finding her eyes were alight. They were quiet for a long moment, revelling in the aftereffects and the feeling in the moment.

Finally, Savannah murmured, "A Duchess? Mmm… I don't mind the sound of that. Or the thought of having you on my arm."

"You will make a great Duchess," he replied, adjusting a pillow under his head a little better. He grew quiet again, and she took his arm gently, tracing her fingers along it.

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head inquisitively. Sometimes, it felt as if she could read his moods.

He wasn't sure whether he should voice his thoughts, but he couldn't stop himself in the end. As if the dam was now broken, and it couldn't be restrained. "The funny thing is that you didn't have to do this whole elaborate scheme to get me to marry you. I already would have done it willingly."

Savannah gave a slightly sad smile. "Then I wish I'd been more patient. But you know better than most what I am like – I tend to take matters into my own hands. And I couldn't lose you. Even if you hate me for it."

He drew closer to her, his nose inhaling the fresh floral scent in her hair as he drew an arm around her and closed his eyes. "I could never hate you," he admitted, finally, much to his own surprise.

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Dearest Reader,

The Duke and his new Duchess have been hidden away in their country manor house for a couple of weeks now. One cannot blame such a good-looking couple. The Duchess is rumoured to be fitting in well, and they are rarely seen not in each other's presence.

Admittedly the social scene in London has been missing them to look upon, but alas there are many other matches to be made, never fear. One can only hope that they will be back to once again grace us with their presence in the future.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

ooOoo

There was plenty of time for them to get to know each other, and they spent weeks working on this, only leaving their main rooms on occasion to go for a stroll in the gardens.

Eventually however, Blake knew he had spent enough time on their honeymoon, and that he must get back to his work. They would soon move back to his London townhouse, Apsley House, which sat on the south-east corner of Hyde Park, and once they were there, he knew there would be plenty of other things taking up their attention. That had been Savannah's request – for them to live there during the social season, before they came back to holiday in the country where it was quieter. He found he could do nothing but oblige. While the social scene might not be his thing, he found he didn't mind the thought if she was there with him.

ooOoo

Savannah awoke one morning to find him gone, and she slipped on her chemise, before walking the hallways to find him. It didn't take her long, as he was where she had suspected, sitting at his desk in his study. He poured over the sheets of paper, making a sound in annoyance.

"Something the matter?" she asked, finding him sit straighter in surprise at her entrance.

"It's just these accounts," he said a little gruffly, in his frustration. "My father left so many things unfinished, and I have to catch up on them all. He should have considered how he could better hand this over to me. I've been working on it for months."

She moved closer, looking down at the pages. "I can help. I'm good at balancing these things."

He looked up at her in surprise and she raised an eyebrow. "I am talented in many areas, let me assure you. I may not have been able to go to college like you, but my family ensured I had the best tutors. I made sure to learn all these things in my year before coming out. I don't see why a wife can't help her husband with such things." Moving to pick another chair, she dragged it over beside his. "Now, show me some of the problems, and I'll see if I can fix them."

As she set to work, she found that she liked the way he gazed at her in wonder, when he thought she wasn't looking. She had always liked to be adored, but by him, in particular.

By the afternoon, they'd managed to sort out a number of the accounts. It had been tiring, and they agreed to continue it the next day. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Like I said, we work well together."

He grasped a hand in her chemist to keep her close, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes, I think we do," he agreed, moving to kiss her, which she returned eagerly. "In many ways."

If the servants heard some moans coming from the study, they didn't stay long to listen, instead hurrying on to continue with their work.

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~~ Epilogue – 7 years later ~~

A trip had called Blake back to the city, much to his annoyance. Why people found it prudent to interrupt his time away with his family, Blake wasn't sure. His horse ride home to their country house seemed to take longer than normal, and he was glad when he finally made it back.

Asking one of the maids where his wife was, they directed him to their shared bedroom. Once he reached it, he paused at a voice beckoning him from the bathroom.

Moving to the doorway, he leaned against it, finding Savannah was in the bath, and it smelled of roses, as if something nice had been added to it, the water appearing warm and steamy. "I asked the maids to draw a bath," she said, meeting his gaze with a sultry smile. "Come and join me." There was no question involved, but instead an urging, and she knew that he would agree.

Even now after all this time, she could still manage to embarrass him, and he felt his cheeks warm slightly. "What about the kids? Where are they?" They hadn't planned on having three children, but yet it had still happened – two boys and a girl. Savannah had delivered him an heir as promised – more than one, in fact – and now he couldn't imagine life without them.

She gave a wave of her hand, purposely moving the water to splash him. "They're being looked after," she assured him. "They're with their tutors. We won't be interrupted."

At her assurance, he moved his fingers to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off, before reaching for his trousers. She watched him unashamedly, and he still couldn't help his shyness. "Must you watch?"

"I'm enjoying the show," she said, leaning back against the bath's edge in a purposefully lazy fashion. "Besides, it is nothing I haven't seen before."

He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothing, before moving to lower himself into the opposite side of the bath, to save himself from any further embarrassment.

She clicked her tongue, "You must be dirty after your travels. Let me fix that."

Picking up the sponge, she moved closer to draw it against his skin, and he inhaled, finding it was extra sensitive at her actions. Her hair was wet and it clung to her and he quickly licked his lips. Once she was done, she left the sponge out on the side, before smiling and meeting his lips with her own.

Her skin was slippery under the water when he stroked it, and their hands roamed, wanting their fill of each other.

Finally, when they had both exhausted themselves, she moved to lean back against him, her head resting on his chest, under his chin. She fit perfectly against him, and he could feel the rise and fall of her breaths against him. He raised a hand to tuck some wet hair behind her ear. "I love you," he murmured, the words now familiar on his lips. He had adored her for a long time, and he hoped that she knew it. However, it had been a long time after they'd met before he had first said it, and even longer for her.

"Mmm, I know," she replied, and he felt her relax – something that she only allowed herself to do on occasion, when she away from the public's gaze. "I love you too," she added, simply, and that was all he needed to hear.

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A/N: Wow, this is my longest chapter ever! Sorry it took longer than expected – I wouldn't have posted the introduction so early otherwise! I've just been so burned out the last week, and I haven't had the energy to write anything after work. Hopefully there's not too many mistakes – ideally, I would have read over something this long another few times, but I really wanted to get it out tonight. I'm looking forward to starting on the next chapter, but considering how long this one took, it will probably be a while away. Hahaha. Each part will have a different kind of feel – they're each like mini stories – as it focuses on different characters and pairings. Each chapter will also start from around the start of the season, so certain things may interlock. Ah, I feel like there was so much more I could have added to this, but alas I don't have the time. Perhaps after I finish some more parts I can add some more epilogues to delve into more!