Thursday, August 20, 2009

Chapter 11 – Dukes past may come back to haunt him

They made their way back to the gardens, Elizabeth’s hand holding tightly to Duke’s arm. She was a bit chilly, now that the glow of the pub was behind them. Duke felt her shiver, and he paused. He took off his cloak and put it around her. Now the smell of him enveloped her, and she was entranced.

“Tell me about you…Dane. What are you really like.” Elizabeth asked. “We have heard a great many rumor about you.” Duke looked down at her.

“Oh really, what do they say about me in Moscovia?” Duke asked, amused.

“They say that you are a womanizer, a different pub wench every night, That you are a loud, drunken fool. That’s what they say about the Prince of Charland.” She looked up at him.

“Do not worry, as a Prince, I would never act that way.” He said, dryly.

“Oh good, who would want to marry a man like that?” She said happily. She leaned into him a bit. He suddenly felt horribly sick inside. Perhaps it was better that she was intended for someone else…

When they arrived back, Duke escorted her to her room, where Sarah was waiting to help her get ready for bed.