say thank you,” Janet said, as Isabelle appeared from the bathroom, dressed and ready to eat breakfast.
“For what?”
“For talking to your father.”
“I did not get permission though, Janet,” Isabelle said, as she frowned and left the bedroom, leaving Janet to clean up the mess. She didn’t really like Janet to be treated like a slave, but she’d gotten used to it over the years and didn’t try to stop her anymore.
She was sitting at the breakfast table for a few moments before her father entered the tall room, pristine and immaculate as always.
“Good of you to join me, Isabelle.”
“It’s not like I had a choice.”
“That’s not how you speak to your father, Isabelle.”
“I’m sorry, Father.” Isabelle sighed, as she stared at her father. She wished she was able to leave, but she was unable to unless she married.
Her father crooked his finger and an incredibly tall man appeared next to him. Isabelle stood up and looked at the man’s face. Something seemed familiar about him, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was.
“Isabelle, I would like you to meet Adam Silver, the Count of Oxfordshire.”
Isabelle felt her heart thump in her chest, as she gazed into the golden eyes of Adam. So, that was her rescuer’s name.
“I do believe we have met, Lady Royce.”
“I do believe so,” she whispered, as she watched him bow. She knew she was supposed to curtsey, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from Adam’s golden ones.
“I saved her from that terrible Count Francis last night at the ball, Lord Royce.”
“Well, thank you for saving me,” Isabelle said, as she felt her cheeks flush. She decided it was best for her to sit because if she didn’t sit, then her legs would turn to jelly and she would fall.
“Now all the introductions are over, let us eat.” Her father gestured at Adam to take a seat. Isabelle was relieved, but disappointed when he took a seat opposite her instead of next to her. She spent the next hour idly eating and pretending not to listen to their conversation.
“Lady Royce, your books have arrived,” a maid said, standing by the door and holding a large package. Isabell excused herself from the table and rushed over to the maid. She heard her father chuckle, as she tore into the package. She sat on the carpeted floor and gently took the new books from the large box. Her father had managed to get her seven new books by the morning and she was deliriously happy about it. She almost squealed in excitement, as she pulled out The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
Isabelle had been waiting for this book for nearly four years. She lovingly stroked the cover of the book before jumping to her feet and kissing her father’s cheek.
“Thank you so much, Father.”
“Anything for you, my dear.” Her father patted her hand and returned to his conversation with Adam. She looked over at Adam and felt her cheeks flush at the smirk that graced his strong face.
She quickly disappeared from the room and headed to the library. She had no plans, so she and Oscar Wilde were going to have a court. She felt satisfaction as she cracked the spine of the new book and started reading.
****
“Lady Royce, your father says it’s time to eat.”
“I do not wish to eat,” Isabelle said, as she turned another page of her book. She vaguely heard light footsteps approaching her and jumped in surprise, as a firm hand landed on her shoulder. She placed her bookmark in her book before gently setting it down on the table beside her.
“It is time to eat, Isabelle.” Adam’s deep voice husked in her and she closed her eyes. She felt her face flush again before Adam chuckled.
“I said that I am not hungry.”
“That is not true. I can hear your stomach rumbling.” Adam took a seat in the chair opposite her and crossed his legs. Isabelle took her time to appreciate
“For what?”
“For talking to your father.”
“I did not get permission though, Janet,” Isabelle said, as she frowned and left the bedroom, leaving Janet to clean up the mess. She didn’t really like Janet to be treated like a slave, but she’d gotten used to it over the years and didn’t try to stop her anymore.
She was sitting at the breakfast table for a few moments before her father entered the tall room, pristine and immaculate as always.
“Good of you to join me, Isabelle.”
“It’s not like I had a choice.”
“That’s not how you speak to your father, Isabelle.”
“I’m sorry, Father.” Isabelle sighed, as she stared at her father. She wished she was able to leave, but she was unable to unless she married.
Her father crooked his finger and an incredibly tall man appeared next to him. Isabelle stood up and looked at the man’s face. Something seemed familiar about him, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was.
“Isabelle, I would like you to meet Adam Silver, the Count of Oxfordshire.”
Isabelle felt her heart thump in her chest, as she gazed into the golden eyes of Adam. So, that was her rescuer’s name.
“I do believe we have met, Lady Royce.”
“I do believe so,” she whispered, as she watched him bow. She knew she was supposed to curtsey, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from Adam’s golden ones.
“I saved her from that terrible Count Francis last night at the ball, Lord Royce.”
“Well, thank you for saving me,” Isabelle said, as she felt her cheeks flush. She decided it was best for her to sit because if she didn’t sit, then her legs would turn to jelly and she would fall.
“Now all the introductions are over, let us eat.” Her father gestured at Adam to take a seat. Isabelle was relieved, but disappointed when he took a seat opposite her instead of next to her. She spent the next hour idly eating and pretending not to listen to their conversation.
“Lady Royce, your books have arrived,” a maid said, standing by the door and holding a large package. Isabell excused herself from the table and rushed over to the maid. She heard her father chuckle, as she tore into the package. She sat on the carpeted floor and gently took the new books from the large box. Her father had managed to get her seven new books by the morning and she was deliriously happy about it. She almost squealed in excitement, as she pulled out The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
Isabelle had been waiting for this book for nearly four years. She lovingly stroked the cover of the book before jumping to her feet and kissing her father’s cheek.
“Thank you so much, Father.”
“Anything for you, my dear.” Her father patted her hand and returned to his conversation with Adam. She looked over at Adam and felt her cheeks flush at the smirk that graced his strong face.
She quickly disappeared from the room and headed to the library. She had no plans, so she and Oscar Wilde were going to have a court. She felt satisfaction as she cracked the spine of the new book and started reading.
****
“Lady Royce, your father says it’s time to eat.”
“I do not wish to eat,” Isabelle said, as she turned another page of her book. She vaguely heard light footsteps approaching her and jumped in surprise, as a firm hand landed on her shoulder. She placed her bookmark in her book before gently setting it down on the table beside her.
“It is time to eat, Isabelle.” Adam’s deep voice husked in her and she closed her eyes. She felt her face flush again before Adam chuckled.
“I said that I am not hungry.”
“That is not true. I can hear your stomach rumbling.” Adam took a seat in the chair opposite her and crossed his legs. Isabelle took her time to appreciate
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