The Wedding Night's Secret

Name: The Wedding Night's Secret
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What ties connect her past to her wedding night of a forced marriage with this stranger?

First love Twist Lust/Erotica

Chapter 5 The Wedding Night's Act

11-01 17:49

Chapter 1 Impromptu Notice

" You will be wed to the Earl of Valthems in a fortnight"

The announcement caused Blair's face to go pale. Horrified, she sat still, at loss for words. If it had been any other person, she would have accused him of jesting, but her father, the Earl of Winrook, never jested, talk more of such a matter. He would grin, yes, but those grins were even more frightening than his frowns, like a wolf flashing its teeth before and attack.

" The wedding will take place in the countryside", he went on. " I've asked..

" I don't want to", Blair said, finally finding her voice though still trembling.

Her father paused but then continued as if she hadn't uttered a word. " I've asked your Aunt, Lady Monique, and your sister, Beryl to see to the preparations. I'll be dropping by at..."

" Father, I don't want to be wed, I don't even know the Earl of Valthems", she spoke louder this time getting on her feet.

" Well you seemed to have enjoyed his company last night ", he pointed out stone faced. Blair frowned.

Indeed she had enjoyed dancing with the Earl last night at Lord Edward's ball. He was a good dancer after all and never stepped on her shoes, which was more than she could say about more than half of the young gentlemen in the county. He was a good listener too and even quite amusing.

Now, she no longer found him so. He probably acted wonderful on purpose to charm her, and what a fool she had turned out to be, falling for his charms . If only she had known then, that he was plotting to marry her, she wouldn't have dancer with him at all!

" You WILL marry the Earl of Valthems, what you wish is of no importance", her father said with a tone of finality.

" Do you not care for my happiness? I am your daughter!"

" Yes, you are my daughter and you will do as I say. Do you think this is the first time a woman is being wed to a man not of her choosing?"

She stared at him defiantly, her jaw clenched and her eyebrows narrowed. She had a lot of things to say, she wanted to scream but instead she just picked up the hems of her skirt and marched out of the room.

" I don't recall dismissing you, or do you want to be sent to bed without any supper?"

She ignored him.

" You should the grateful, the Earl of Valthems..."

The rest of the sentence remained in the study, behind the door which she pushed shut with such strength that the chandelier in the hall shook. She didn't care, as she made her way up to the staircase with a scowl on her face.

Grateful for what? For being given away like a pig to the butcher, with her opinion being of no significance? Her gowns were chosen for her. Her meals. Her books. Her friends. Must her husband be chosen for her too? She was aware of how rare love marriages were in the county. Still, she had hoped to choose her husband, or at least be consulted on the matter.She was twenty two after all and not some teenager. In fact she had begun to wonder if she was going to remain a spinster like her Aunt Marinette.

She never wanted to be a spinster. She thought they were all pretentious, pretending to be fortunate that they had not ended up marrying, pretending they were strong enough to have been able to resist a man's charms, when they actually secretly pined for a man's touch.

Yes, she had always dreamed of marrying and having kids and watching them play in the garden while she knitted or sipped tea. But not like this.