Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Six

She wasn't gypsy. She wasn't a pagan gypsy. She didn't have powers. No she couldn't use them

Those words kept going through her mind over and over again. She didn't have powers. She wasn't a pagan gypsy, she couldn't use her powers. But she was however a healer. I mean that was supposed to count for something right? But in this situation, healing wasn't going to be doing much good.

"You think I didn't know? That your bitch of a mother was one of them? 'Em unlucky ones who called themselves pagan gypsies? We all knew her beauty wasn't pure. She was too beautiful to be real, and how she bewitched your father. It was very lucky indeed for all of us eh? When she died in child birth" he spat. "And now, you're just as beautiful as she was. Mayharps even prettier. The same red colored hair and jade green eyes like you was from the devil himself, of mayharp the gods? This smooth alabaster, ivory skin of yours will go to waste without a man's touch and attention. This supple body, full firm breast and wide womanly hips, good for carrying children will go to waste if not put to good use. And I ought to benefit from it all eh? Don't you think so? Tell me, what would have happened if I, your father's distant cousin twice removed, hadn't come to save your father by marrying his first daughter? Why, your mother would have bewitched him completely!" his words were slurring now, as his rough, questing hands traced a telepathic path up her naked, bare inner thighs, admist her struggling.

"I'd wanted to marry you then you know. Sweet Delilah. The more beautiful sister. But your father had refused, saying you were too young at the time. Neither my threats, nor my offer of money, could have caused him to change his mind. It's why he met his untimely death. He was way too stubborn to be left to stay alive. And your mother, your sweet mother, how bitterly you must have been torturing yourself for her death. That she died in child birth because of you, and you never got to meet her. How do you suppose a powerful gypsy could die in labor, when giving birth to a mere human, without help? She was already at the brink, mind you, she just needed the right sort of push, to head her into the permanent direction I wanted her to be" he announced, laughing so hysterically, that in that moment, he could have been proclaimed to be a mad man, or likened to one. And perhaps he was. Delilah didn't doubt for one minute that he was. Stark raving mad! Gregor was a lot of things, but he'd never hurt anyone before, at least Delilah had never seen him do so, she guessed that was all a facade as well, playing the innocent victimized husband.

Delilah got truly scared when he started to tear off the last piece of clothing that if removed, will completely bare her womanly parts to his unobstructed view

She resumed shaking her head frantically "No! Please! Please stop!"

Just then, Mrs. Jameson badged into the kitchen where they were, and Delilah could have wept with gratitude.

"What are you doing, awake, by this time of the night Mrs. Jameson? Go back to bed this very minute. None of this is of concern to you, no matter how long you've served the Salvadors' and whatever you think your loyalty is to them" he grounded out harshly, but when he saw she didn't budge nor move an inch, he felt the need to add in

"Remember Mrs Jameson, that I'm the new lord of this manor. Think very carefully Mrs. Jameson, of what you're about to do, before you do it. I can have you sacked and back on the streets with zero references. You'd never be able to find work anywhere else again in the whole of Florence, I can swear on it. You don't want me as your enemy Mrs. Jameson. I assure you. Think about the little boy in your care. Your grandson isn't it? That's been placed under your care? You want him protected don't you? What would happen if to say, he didn't come back home from school one day? I mean with the constant threats of pagan gypsies everywhere, he could easily have just turned up... Missing " Gregor stopped talking, with an evil satisfied smirk coating his features, inordinately pleased with himself that he'd been able to render Mrs. Jameson into a tight spot where she couldn't help Delilah.

He definitely didn't expect to hear her next set of words
"I'm old and in my fifties sir. I definitely don't want to upset you. I've been working here for years, ever since I was a little girl. If I were to be fired, goodness me, an old and fraily woman like me couldn't possibly have the stamina to go looking for job somewhere else. But in all good faith, I can't let you continue what you're doing. Mrs. Tompkins is expecting. And Delilah is highly needed in their house now, more than ever. Like right now. The woman has been having series of contractions. The baby is ready to be born, and while the husband does not approve of female doctors, he has little choice in the matter. The next doctor is miles away from here, it's too late to send for him now. Delilah is the only one who can deliver this child. Mr. Thompskin's servants and bodyguards are even now waiting at the door, waiting to pick up Delilah and take her straight back to the Thompskin's residence. So I can assure you sir, your grievances should not be with me, but with Mrs Thompskin's  immpecably poor birth timing."

Defeated, and rendered speechless, Gregor Smitten had no choice but to tell the men to release Delilah and watched as she immediately got off the work bench, pulling what was left of her clothes back into place, with that dignity he seemed to love so much in her.

She was a slippery wench, this one. It sometimes seemed like the good fate of the very gods themselves, were on her. Saving her from very many situation like this, where she could have easily fallen into his hands, bringing up a neat tidy excuse, every time she was finally in his grasp and he finally had the ability to touch her the way he'd always wanted to.

Gritting his teeth, he smouldered in silence as both women – Delilah and Mrs. Jameson, quickly exited out of the kitchen together, to go get her prepared to attend to that crazy woman's delivery, most likely.

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A/N: Hi guys. Welcome to my new novel: The Gentlemen Of The Court. This is chapter one. I hope you liked it. Pls don't forget to
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