I knelt in front of my fiancé, and my father, my dark blue skirts pooling. My wedding was tommorow, this was my first time formally meeting my soon to be husband.
"You are certain she is fertile?" Northumberland asked my father. He nodded.
"I am sure. Her mother concieved her on our wedding night, she was pregnant many times, and gave me twins."
"Good. Her courses are regular?"
"Yes. I have it on good authority from a midwife." The Duke nodded thoughtfully.
"Stand up." He barked at me. I stood up gracefully, aware of the two pairs of critical eyes boring into me. The Duke came closer, so I could smell the rich wine on his breath. He poked my ribcage, and felt my hips.
"What are you doing, my lord?" I spat.
"Checking your figure. If a woman has narrow hips, it is much harder for her to give birth, with increased chance of the child perishing. You seem to be buxom." He gripped my chin. "I have heard from your father, my lady, that you are a rather disobedient girl. That will soon change after we are married." He turned round and began to talk to my father regarding my dowry.
"Rose, leave us." My father snapped. I curtsied, and backed out of the room. I leant against the wall, breathing heavily. I could not marry this man. He was so cruel, his only concern being my figure and my health. I remembered his cold hands poking me and shuddered. My wedding was tommorow, I did not want to.
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Rose Brandon- Her Mother's Daughter.
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửRose Brandon lives at court, with her abusive father, cherishing the memory of her long dead mother. Will Rose Brandon survive the wiles of court?
