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The Lady Catherine

... good number of married ones) did. “And tell me, my lord, do you intend to continue to lay with whores, even when you are married?” Her curiosity seemed detached. But there was an edge to it. “No. I take my vows seriously.” She nodded. “I know you think me naïve. And it is true, I am young and I am sheltered. But I have seen my mother beat the prostitutes that my father buys. I have seen men throw away the lives of peasants with contempt while I serve them fine wine. Grandfather… grandfather hasn’t let me shy away from the hard truths of our Empire.” It was my turn to nod. It was as I thought. Or worse. There was a difference between candid conversation, and beating a whore in front of a child. “He gave you his speech, on noblese oblige, didn’t he?” She responded in the affirmative. “Then you are indeed the kind of women who I would be honoured to marry.” She blushed rather prettily at this. “You will ask my father for my hand then?” “I will.” “Thank you, my lord.” “Please, call me by my first name.” “… Thank you, Charles.” Lord Robert hadn’t exactly taken well my proposal to his daughter, but he had to have seen it coming. I made a point of attending several dances, and monopolizing her attention at each one. He only bothered sending one threat, and it was half-hearted. He knew that I wouldn’t shy from challenging him to a duel, and he also knew that he would either lose face by declining, or risk losing much more by participating. He did not practice with the sword like I ...

... did. He could have refused, of course, but that would have probably drawn the ire of his father. Even in his seventies, the Duke of Coldstone was not a man to cross. And he had made it known quite widely that he approved of the match. The Council was of course, abuzz by the news, but with the Duke of Coldstone’s approval, I didn’t have to worry that my allies would think I was abandoning them. Indeed, they seemed to view it as a great victory for the Duke of Coldstone and myself. Our Progressive Coalition did not like Lord Percy, and this was widely viewed as a blow against him, a blow he was impotent to respond to. I did have my spies watch his house more closely. He was the sort of man who might make a blunder when enraged, and if he did, I wanted to be able to capitalize on it. --------------- The wedding was less than a month away when I took Lady Catherine on a coach ride through the city. I was cut a fine figure in my dark suit, ornamented with just enough silver piping to suggest a uniform. My sword completed the ensemble nicely. While many noblemen dressed in a riot of colours like prosperous merchants, I chose a martial look, and it tended to make me distinctive in a crowd. Still, I paled in comparison to the Lady Catherine. Her dress was a beautify contraption, accentuating the curves of her hips and the fullness of her bust, while allowing her to sit comfortably and modestly in a carriage. Her hair was studded with tiny emeralds held in place by a fine, silver net. ...