Grosvenor Square, 1813
Dearest reader,
the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season.
Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless, tactl...
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.ೃ࿐A/N So, this is a Rupert pov chapter and will deal with blood, death and fatal illness. So, yeah.. good luck with that!
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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL a coward | chapter seventeen
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“because she is my wife!”
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Townsend Manor, 1810
RUPERT ALWAYS SLEPT BETTER WITH PATRICK at his side and last night had to be one of his best sleeps he’d had in his entire life. And he remained in bed longer than he usually would seeing as he was staring at the person meant to be waking him up. Patrick’s head was resting on his pillow, eyes closed peacefully and mouth parted ever so slightly. His light snores were the only sound in the room, the sound comforting to Rupert as he took in the sight of his luck beside him. How he had been so lucky, he would never know. Patrick was his best friend, the light of every moment of his life, his husband if society would accept such a thing.
