the gossip as she listened at every keyhole.
“Oh she is some lady that finds herself in a fine circumstance, she does. Her family just died and the magistrate from the bank, well, he brung her here. She won’t be staying long as she doesn’t have the blunt but she’ll find a way to make some blunt soon enough. She’s a looker that one is. Now governor, are we settled on a price for the night?”
“I don’t think so Maisy. I believe I must make an early night of it. I will see you later. You go on back to the pub. Here, this will serve for your time spent with me.” “Well, thank you governor. That is mighty nice of you.” She swaggered back down the hall and winked at him over her bare shoulders.
Creighton was six feet two of pure muscle and brawn. His features were that of the aristocracy. His ebony locks curled just enough to make him look tousled. Black thick eyelashes set off his bright light blue eyes. His bearing was regal and he had the perfect mouth with a clef delicately etched in his chin. To say he was handsome was an understatement and his clothes were always impeccable. His superfine dark blue jacket fit his muscled frame snugly. His top boots were polished to perfection by his valet that dressed his cravat in the most intricate designs to date. He was decidedly ready for an adventure and this sobbing sounded like an adventure to him. His curiosity was about to overcome his common good sense. Creighton could not seem to help himself. The constant sobbing was draining on his self-control. He stood in front of the door and knocked with his gloved hand, as any gentleman would do.
The sobbing ceased and he heard sniveling. There was a scrapping chair sound and then nose blowing. He thought she might not answer the door and was about to turn when the door jerked open and two very red bloodshot eyes pierced into his. Her face was swollen and her nose was red but she was still beautiful. So beautiful, in fact that he gasped and took a step backward. She snubbed and asked.
“What do you want?” He was taken aback by her abrupt question and could only stare. She squared her shoulders and looked him up and down, frowning at him.
“Can I help you? Do you want to throw me into the street or take my clothes?”
His eyes widened and he squared his shoulders. “I assure you Miss…ah…may we start again. Please forgive my manners but I am Lord Creighton Brewster and I just wondered if I might be of service? I was passing by and heard your distress.”
His soothing voice was her undoing. “Oh…I apologize. I am Miss Victoria Grace and I am so sorry I was making too much noise. I did not mean to draw attention. It is just that…well…sob…I just buried my parents and I was E…VIC…TED.” On a bigger sob, she tuned and retreated into her room collapsing onto the bed. Her crying deepened into further despair. Her shoulders shook with the intensity of her sobs.
“I am so sorry, Miss Grace. I…oh…my…may I get you some water?” He went to the pitcher beside the bed and poured her a glass of water. Then he went into the privy and brought a towel and wet one end. He set her upright and held the glass to her lips.
“Here drink a little water. I am sure it will help.” He guided her lips onto the glass.
“Oh, thank you.” She took a swig and choked a little. Creighton took the towel and wet her face and wiped her tears away. “You know you must be extraordinarily beautiful.” Creighton smiled down into her face.
“Why do you say that? Hiccup!” She closed her eyes in embarrassment.
“You are beautiful even after all this crying and usually women look horrid after a bout.” His smile widened at her into a full-fledged grin.
Her purple eyes widened in
“Oh she is some lady that finds herself in a fine circumstance, she does. Her family just died and the magistrate from the bank, well, he brung her here. She won’t be staying long as she doesn’t have the blunt but she’ll find a way to make some blunt soon enough. She’s a looker that one is. Now governor, are we settled on a price for the night?”
“I don’t think so Maisy. I believe I must make an early night of it. I will see you later. You go on back to the pub. Here, this will serve for your time spent with me.” “Well, thank you governor. That is mighty nice of you.” She swaggered back down the hall and winked at him over her bare shoulders.
Creighton was six feet two of pure muscle and brawn. His features were that of the aristocracy. His ebony locks curled just enough to make him look tousled. Black thick eyelashes set off his bright light blue eyes. His bearing was regal and he had the perfect mouth with a clef delicately etched in his chin. To say he was handsome was an understatement and his clothes were always impeccable. His superfine dark blue jacket fit his muscled frame snugly. His top boots were polished to perfection by his valet that dressed his cravat in the most intricate designs to date. He was decidedly ready for an adventure and this sobbing sounded like an adventure to him. His curiosity was about to overcome his common good sense. Creighton could not seem to help himself. The constant sobbing was draining on his self-control. He stood in front of the door and knocked with his gloved hand, as any gentleman would do.
The sobbing ceased and he heard sniveling. There was a scrapping chair sound and then nose blowing. He thought she might not answer the door and was about to turn when the door jerked open and two very red bloodshot eyes pierced into his. Her face was swollen and her nose was red but she was still beautiful. So beautiful, in fact that he gasped and took a step backward. She snubbed and asked.
“What do you want?” He was taken aback by her abrupt question and could only stare. She squared her shoulders and looked him up and down, frowning at him.
“Can I help you? Do you want to throw me into the street or take my clothes?”
His eyes widened and he squared his shoulders. “I assure you Miss…ah…may we start again. Please forgive my manners but I am Lord Creighton Brewster and I just wondered if I might be of service? I was passing by and heard your distress.”
His soothing voice was her undoing. “Oh…I apologize. I am Miss Victoria Grace and I am so sorry I was making too much noise. I did not mean to draw attention. It is just that…well…sob…I just buried my parents and I was E…VIC…TED.” On a bigger sob, she tuned and retreated into her room collapsing onto the bed. Her crying deepened into further despair. Her shoulders shook with the intensity of her sobs.
“I am so sorry, Miss Grace. I…oh…my…may I get you some water?” He went to the pitcher beside the bed and poured her a glass of water. Then he went into the privy and brought a towel and wet one end. He set her upright and held the glass to her lips.
“Here drink a little water. I am sure it will help.” He guided her lips onto the glass.
“Oh, thank you.” She took a swig and choked a little. Creighton took the towel and wet her face and wiped her tears away. “You know you must be extraordinarily beautiful.” Creighton smiled down into her face.
“Why do you say that? Hiccup!” She closed her eyes in embarrassment.
“You are beautiful even after all this crying and usually women look horrid after a bout.” His smile widened at her into a full-fledged grin.
Her purple eyes widened in
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