Ambrose Valley Kingdom - Chapter 6 up 7/26
ashaw814:
Years passed by and Simon grew old and frail while his kingdom prospered. Everything went to his only son Victor, who was recently married to Charlotte Hammond. On Simon’s death bed, Victor promised to ensure the kingdom’s survival and to preserve all of Simon’s hard work.
More years crept by. A son was born. And an icy void grew between the new king and queen.
Charlotte Ambrose stared at herself in the mirror, applying a small amount of rouge. She was plotting. Her son had just turned fifteen and he still had not courted any of the noble young women. It was custom to arrange marriages at birth, but Charlotte didn’t want to risk sullying the family name with ugly genes. She decided to wait until the young ladies of the ton were old enough to distinguish their beauty. Soon she would hold a ball, and Prince Victor’s fate would be sealed.
Meanwhile, King Victor was pondering. He was wondering why his wife refused to love him. He was wondering how his parents’ amiable and warm best friends could spawn such a cold, insipid woman. He knew that it should have been expected; she was nobility, after all. But once, he would like to make love to the woman and hear her shriek with pleasure. He grumbled to himself and decided to seek her company. Maybe he would be able to spark a flame of interest in her porcelain demeanor.
“Charlotte, my dear. Come join me in my room. There are matters we need to discuss,” Victor said, peeking his head into his wife’s room.
Charlotte stared at him blankly and said, “My lord, my head pains me. I would like to take a nap.
Victor’s eyes sparked with anger, “I would like to speak to my wife.”
Charlotte sighed and rolled her eyes petulantly before quickly regaining her composure. “We are speaking, my lord,” she said politely.
Victor practically growled at her, “I want another child! And you, my dear,” he sneered, “will bear this child for me. Now!”
Charlotte gasped, clutching at her breast, “I fear I can not oblige you. My head pains me. My figure would be ruined. It was quite hard losing the weight after Victor. And I could die during childbirth. I fear my health is failing, my lord.”
Victor’s brows curled over his dark, shadowed eyes. His fury was tangible. “I don’t care,” he said, his voice soft and calm. “I don’t care about a silly headache. I don’t care about your figure. And your health is fine. I want a child, and we’re going to make one now. And stop calling me “My lord.” My name is Victor.”
Charlotte was running out of excuses. She decided to drop the helpless woman act. “Fine,” she said in a crisp, professional voice. “I’ll be quite clear, Victor. You want another child. I want to remain your wife. But in name only. I don’t want to have anymore children. I don’t love you, Victor. I’ve never loved you and I never will. We don’t need anymore children.”
Victor was crushed to hear his wife say she didn’t love him. He had know since their marriage day, but it was much worse hearing her say it. He thought for a moment, accepted her honesty, but realized that he still had to address the matter of another child. “What if Victor dies?” he blurted out. “The kingdom will fall to pieces. Everything my father had worked for would be ruined.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened. She knew Victor was right. But she didn’t want to be the one to bear his child. “I have a proposal,” she said. “A Gentleman’s Club has recently opened, and I have heard tale that there are four female entertainers. Find a willing woman, plant your seed, and tell her than any child that results in the union will be raised legitimately. Once she sees signs of her pregnancy, you can move her to a home closer to the palace. It will appear to all outside eyes that she will be just a mistress. No one needs to know it isn’t mine.”
Victor grew even more outraged by this proposal. “You’re telling me to bed a whore if I want another child! You are one stupid woman. As my wife, you have certain duties to perform. And you will perform them, whether you want to or not. I am the king. You will not disobey me. I have been patient enough.”
Charlotte’s lips twisted into an uncompromising, harsh smile. “But you didn’t hear the other side of the deal, my lord,” she said. “If you leave my bed alone, I will allow our darling son to marry for love. I have been planning to arrange a marriage between him and Lady Hertwick. But if you find another woman willing to give you a child, I will allow Victor to marry whomever he sees fit, regardless of her current station in life.”
Victor swallowed an angry response. He didn’t want his son to suffer through a miserable marriage, void of love and happiness. He was a good boy. He deserved a good woman who would love and care for him. “Fine,” Victor spat out and immediately removed himself from Charlotte’s presence, before he changed his mind.
“I’m holding a ball in a fortnight,” Charlotte announced to her family over breakfast the next morning. “It’s to celebrate Victor’s ascension into manhood and to introduce him to some of the eligible young women debuting this Season. In fact, Lady Hertwick will be making her debut. Poor girl was all ready to come out last year, but you know, she had to observe the mourning period after her mother died so suddenly.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed at his wife. He knew what she was doing. She may leave their son’s final decision regarding his marriage to him, but she would do everything she could to influence that decision. And she was chattering incessantly, hoping that he hadn’t noticed. Victor ignored his wife and excused himself from the table.
He retreated to his bedchamber. He was torn between love and hatred for his wife and couldn’t decide his next course of action. He was determined to seduce her. But what if he failed? He needed another child. He would have to visit the Gentleman’s Club. He groaned as he lurched himself from bed. It was still fairly early. The owner would have very few patrons. Victor dressed in his shabbiest garb and sent his servant to ready the carriage.
Victor quietly walked into the building, trying to seem inconspicuous. There were more people there than he had expected. He glanced around and took a seat by the poker tables, where the four entertainers were engaged. He studied them, trying to decide which one to approach.
There was a blonde. She was very pretty, but upon closer inspection, it was obvious that she was much older than she first appeared to be. Dark kohl rimmed her eyes and red powder had been applied to her lips. Rouge was applied heavily to her cheeks, trying to mask the lines and wrinkles etched there. She smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. She was tired and jaded, but beautiful and obviously successful in her current position. She wore a short, finely tailored garment – obviously meant for a prostitute, but it was luxurious and well made. The blonde was pretty and appeared to be well off, but she was just too old for Victor’s taste.
There was a brunette. She was analytical and calculating, pondering deeply over every move she made. She scanned the other players’ faces, searching for any sign of deception. She was quite good at poker, and she seemed to be rather intelligent. But she was considerably plain, with a long, straight nose, thin, beady eyes, and a wide mouth. She was a bright woman, but not the ravishing beauty Victor sought in a partner.
There was a raven haired beauty. She looked soft and voluptuous, with large almond-shaped eyes and perfectly bowed red lips. She was exotic, and she walked with a sway to her hips that claimed she knew how beautiful she was. She sat at a table, and Victor could feel the intimidation emanating from the other women. Victor thought that she might be the one, until he saw her glancing repeatedly into a glass of water, trying to catch her reflection. She was as vain as his wife and would probably be too worried about ruining her figure to want his child. Victor sighed, beginning to feel hopeless. He didn’t want to have to settle on a woman he didn’t want. That’s when the last of the entertainers caught his eye.
Her russet hair was pulled back tightly and masked by a crimson hat that sat atop her head. She had soft features and a round, friendly face. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman, but Victor found her appearance to be irresistible. He saw her look at the cards in her hands and frown for the whole table to see. Her emotions were displayed like a banner. She was terrible at poker, but she would be the perfect match for him.
Victor strolled over to the poker table and sat down beside her, asking to join their next hand. She snuck a glance at him, beneath half-closed lids. She could instantly tell that he came from money, and she wondered why he was choosing to sit beside her. Men like him usually went for Ariana, the exotic raven-haired beauty. She smiled at him, hoping to keep his interest. The more money she made, the greater chance she had at one day escaping.
Hours passed, and Victor smiled and flirted his way into his pretty prostitute’s heart. As the evening set in, Victor realized just how long he had been playing cards and excused himself from the table. He looked down at his prostitute hesitantly and realized he hadn’t even garnered her name. He bent down and whispered into her ear, “I would be immensely pleased if you were to meet me upstairs.” She looked up at him in surprise and watched him walk away.
Excusing herself from the table, she scrambled after him. He waited for her at the top of the stairs and offering her a charming smile, said, “My lady, I have quite a strange proposition for you and a secret you must promise to keep. If you do this for me, I will see that you are rewarded greatly. But before you agree to anything, I would like to know your name.”
She stared at him blankly and weighed her options. She could refuse, receive nothing, but also not have to experience any of this rich man’s sick tendencies. Or she could comply, be paid generously, and possibly have the worst night of her life. She sighed. The money would be worth it. “My name is Hope,” she said, “And I would be happy to do whatever you wish of me.”
Victor chuckled and said, “Ah yes, you will be my ray of Hope. You may not believe me, but I am about to tell you a very strange and true tale, and you cannot tell a soul. I am King Victor Ambrose.” He paused and cleared his throat before continuing.
“I have one son, the prince, and despite his good health, I worry he may die and leave me without an heir. My wife is a beautiful and cold woman, and I’m suffering through a loveless marriage. She had refused me in her bed and has instructed me that if I found another willing woman to bear my child, she would allow my eldest son to choose the woman he wishes to marry. If you agree to give me a child that I can raise legitimately, my eldest son will be able to marry for love.”
Hope stared at him, wide-eyed and amazed. She didn’t exactly believe him, but she was willing to do whatever it took to get out of this line of business. She smiled at Victor and said, “I don’t know if I should believe your story, but it doesn’t matter. I will gladly have your child, if you can settle me in my own home, with enough of an allowance to live comfortably on.”
Victor grinned and kissed Hope on the mouth, desire shooting through his body. “That wish can easily be granted,” he said, and allowed Hope to lead him to her bedchamber.
He set her down on her bed and slowly divested her of her garments. He ran his fingers along her smooth skin and allowed himself to get lost in her. And even when their passions were spent, Victor remained in her arms throughout the night.
He awoke early and kissed the top of Hope’s head. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at hi, but immediately frowned and sat up in bed when she realized his intentions. Victor cleared his throat nervously and said, “I will be leaving a small payment now. Contact me when you know whether or not you are pregnant, and we will discuss at that point what will happen next.” Victor strolled from the room with the haughty exterior of a king, leaving Hope on her bed, staring sadly after him.
Victor returned to the palace and continued his daily routine as the days trickled by. Charlotte was busy preparing for the ball, and Victor oversaw some of her preparations, most importantly, the guest list. He wanted to be sure that every young woman around his son’s age was invited, including the poorest of his people.
AxelVal:
Oh boy. This is getting interesting.
ashaw814:
Well let's hope so! This challenge would be no fun at all if it weren't interesting! ;)
By the way...thanks for reading and responding. I really appreciate it.
ashaw814:
The Hertwick Family
“I have no wish to remarry,” Garret Hertwick, Marquess of Avonshire, commented to his father Zachariah, Duke of Sartwich, in the elder’s study. Garret’s eyes shifted around the room, taking in the intricately carved bookcases and finely upholstered furniture. It had been his childhood home before he married and moved to an estate that he had inherited from his aunt Clara. Now he was back, living with his father, the pain of his wife’s death too much to bear.
Zachariah sighed in annoyance. This younger generation was far too headstrong. “I understand that you loved your wife, but you need to provide a mother for your children and you must have another son. If Matthew becomes ill and dies, you’ll lose our estates to some distant relative,” the older gentleman said. Even though his words were harsh, he truly felt for his son. Zachariah remembered how he had felt when his Eva had died. He had been distraught by the loss of his lifetime companion. But at the time of her death, their children were already grown and married. They were no longer dependent on a mother’s guiding hand, as Garret’s children now were.
Garret mulled over the valid points his father had made. His children deserved a mother, especially Virginia. She was about to make her debut in Society and needed someone to guide her. Garret nodded brusquely and said, “I will hire a governess for now and will consider marriage later.” Zachariah inclined his head in silent consent and removed himself from the room. Garret immediately sat down at his father’s desk and began to write a correspondence making inquiries about acquiring a suitable governess.
Virginia was the last to learn that she was to make her debut at the Royal Ball. The small family sat around the large oak table, silently consuming dinner. The last dish had been served and all of the servants had left the room. Garret turned to his daughter and said in a strict, controlling voice, “You are to make your debut into society at this year’s royal ball. A governess will be arriving and she will help you to prepare. My sources have informed me that she is very skilled at just this sort of thing, but she had less than a fortnight to prepare you, so I presume that she will receive no problems from you.”
Virginia nodded in understanding and excused herself from the table. She did not feel ready to be presented for marriage, but she knew that she could never disgrace her family by becoming a spinster. She retreated to her room where she prayed for the strength to be a proper daughter and learn what it would mean to be a proper wife. The night was long and restless, but eventually Victoria fell into a fitful slumber.
The governess arrived much later that night, when all but the servants were asleep. She was welcomed into the home by a haughty butler with a portly frame and a hidden mirth simmering beneath his cold exterior. He directed her to her bedroom, which she was surprised to see was in the main part of the house. For a brief moment, she thought the servants had decided to play a terrible trick on her, until she walked into her room and saw in the dim glow of candlelight that it was sparsely furnished.
She sighed with relief as her eyes lit upon each piece of old, worn furniture, but she grew even more relieved when she saw that the room had its own fireplace. She squealed with delight, quickly lit the fire, and crawled into bed, where despite all of her worries about her new job, she fell asleep immediately.
She awoke with the soft rays of sunlight falling languorously on the floorboards, heralding dawn’s approach. Quickly she washed and donned her nicest dress. It was a pretty red and green plaid dress that had once belonged to her mother. She scurried down the stairs, where she was informed that the Marquess wished to see her in the drawing room. She gulped and her hands fluttered nervously as she approached her employer. “My lord,” she greeted timidly, sinking into a deep curtsy.
Shock registered on Garret’s face as he gazed at the beautiful creature before him. She may have been a mere governess, but he wondered how she hadn’t been snatched up yet. Dowry or no dowry, this woman was a stunning catch. Quickly trying to hide his obvious attraction, he flashed her a charmingly aloof smile and said in his haughtiest tone, “Miss Delilah Bertino, the governess, I presume?”
She nodded with cool composure, even as she tried to calm her thrumming pulse. She considered to stare down at the exceedingly handsome man before her, taking his proferred challenge and staring him directly in the eyes.
Garret immediately was thrown off guard. He felt as though she could see straight to his soul. And the disdainful look she was bestowing upon him just now told him that she didn’t like what she saw. Garret rose unexpectedly and strolled from the room, calling over his shoulder that Miss Bertino was to meet Lady Hertwick in the sitting room in one hour.
Delilah sighed as she sank against the welcoming embrace of the settee. She could tell that this was going to be a long and turbulent two weeks.
Delilah sat before a dwindling fire in the sitting room. She had arrived as was instructed of her and had been waiting for nearly half an hour. She sighed mentally ticking off the moments as they slipped by, growing more impatient by the moment. She knew that it was like the nobility to arrive fashionably late, but such a large amount of time had elapsed, that Delilah realized that this young girl must be trying to put her in her place. Her temper snapped and she rose from the chair, eager to find Virginia Hertwick and tell her just what she thought of spoiled little rich girls.
Virginia was sitting in the nursery with her brother Matthew. He was playing with the wooden figurines in the toy chest, pretending he was a great and might horseman. She smiled tenderly at the little boy, sensing the great man he would one day become. She was trying to write a letter to her mother’s sister in Paris, begging the woman to come collect her. If she went to Paris, she wouldn’t have to marry the first eligible bachelor who asked for her hand. She would have time to consider her options and decide whether or not she even wanted to marry at all. She felt a sting of shame at the thought of disgracing her family, but she could just never imagine being an insipid, obedient wife to a man she didn’t love.
“I hope you have a very good reason for averting your meeting with me,” Delilah Bertino practically growled from her stance in the doorway. She stepped lightly across the room and regarded her charge with a stern look of disapproval.
“I don’t care if you are my governess. I am trying to write a letter and wish for some privacy,” Virginia said, holding her chin high as she met Delilah’s gaze. She almost faltered when she saw the rage brimming in the icy blue eyes glaring at her, but she quickly blinked and turned back to her parchment. Delilah stood with her back turned away from the girl, waiting deliberately for her to finish her letter.
“Let’s go,” she said, and guided Virginia into the sitting room with an iron clench on her elbow. “Your lessons are long overdue.”
Virginia glared at her governess and retorted, “My lessons? You’re the one trying to get my papa to marry you! I saw the way you stared at him in the drawing room!”
Delilah laughed as she sat down on the couch in the sitting room. The fire had been extinguished and the room was cool and foreboding. But Delilah felt high in spirits when she realized her young charge just thought she was trying to take the place of her mama. “My dear,” she began. “Whatever you thought you saw in there, you were wrong. Your father is a very attractive man, but his station is far above mine. Besides all that, how could I ever think about replacing your mama when I want so much for us to be good friends?”
Virginia began to relax in Delilah’s presence and soon they were chatting merrily about all of the gorgeous dresses that would be made for her by the local seamstresses and precisely how she planned to wear her hair. Virginia smiled as she thought about the beautiful ladies she always saw strolling about in the parks. Maybe this debuting thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
AxelVal:
That's the girl they were saying is going to make her debut at the ball in the second update?
I like the governess so far. Can't wait to see how that develops.
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