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Authors: Cassandra Michaels
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be my wife?” He asked her with surprise in his eyes.
“Aye.” Abi said and then she went to find her father to tell him the good news, so that they could start the celebrations at once.
*****
THE END
The Duke of London’s Baby
Peter walked down the wet stone sidewalk quickly. The wind was sharp as it slapped against his cheeks and the rain was icy in its touch. Peter shivered. He missed the warm weather of the South and drier skies it so often shared. He walked a little further and then stopped. The street he'd been walking down looked the same as the one before and he was starting to lose his bearings.
“Are you new to London?” A woman in a thick, black shawl asked.
Peter watched her warily as she walked out from the shadows she had been hiding from. She looked aged beyond her years with beady eyes and a slight hook to her nose.
“It’s been quite some time since I’ve been here.” Peter said stiffly, as he peered down the street to see whether that should be the way to go or not.
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” The old woman crooned as she stepped closer to Peter.
“As I said, it’s been some time.” Peter replied. “Do you know the way to the travelers’ inn?”
“I sure do, sweetheart.” The woman said quickly.
“Would you mind sharing that knowledge with me?” Peter asked a little irritably when it became apparent that she needed some prompting. “It is quite cold.” He added in the hopes that she might quicken her wits.
“I’d only be too happy to share it with you.” The woman said with a broad and almost toothless grin. “It’ll cost you though.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Peter said outraged by the woman’s cheek.
“Then you keep looking dear.” The woman said and she quickly turned around. “It makes no difference to me.”
“Fine.” Peter said quickly because the wind had seemed to pick up in the time they had spent talking.
“It’s at the bottom of this street and to your left.” The woman said and then she held her hand out.
Peter put his own hand in his pocket and felt around with numb fingers. The sound of rattling change alerted him to his finding and he pulled his hand back out.
“Here.” He said without thanking the woman.
“That’s very generous.” The woman said with a small nod and then she walked back into the shadows from which she had come.
Peter wasted no time in setting back off and found himself approaching the inn quickly. He stopped at the door and checked the sign that hung overhead. It was lit by a small candle that had a shade of glass protecting it from the harsh weather. He smiled when he realized that he was in the right place. He pushed open the door quickly and scurried in.
His arrival was met by a round of cheers from those who were already inside. Peter smiled at no-one in particular as he made his way over to the bar.
“Here you are.” His friend George said loudly. “You’re late.”
“All these streets look the same.” Peter said with a shrug, and then he caught the barmaid’s eye.
He watched as her tenacious red hair bounced with every footstep she took towards him. She had a curvy frame that was being outlined by the dark brown, leather corset that she wore around her waist and over the dirty cotton blouse she was wearing.
“What can I get you?” She asked when she stopped in front of Peter.
“What do you have?” Peter asked as he peered over her and onto the shelves of liquor.
“Whatever it is you’re wanting.” The girl said with a seductive smile.
Peter took a moment to really look at her. She had the potential to be pretty. He could see that in her fair skin and small ski jump nose, but she was too rough. She had frizz to her hair and dirt under her nails and there was nothing that turned Peter off more.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Peter said with a snide twist.
He noticed her eyes open a little wider at the insult. and the leaf green color of her eyes caught his
“Aye.” Abi said and then she went to find her father to tell him the good news, so that they could start the celebrations at once.
*****
THE END
The Duke of London’s Baby
Peter walked down the wet stone sidewalk quickly. The wind was sharp as it slapped against his cheeks and the rain was icy in its touch. Peter shivered. He missed the warm weather of the South and drier skies it so often shared. He walked a little further and then stopped. The street he'd been walking down looked the same as the one before and he was starting to lose his bearings.
“Are you new to London?” A woman in a thick, black shawl asked.
Peter watched her warily as she walked out from the shadows she had been hiding from. She looked aged beyond her years with beady eyes and a slight hook to her nose.
“It’s been quite some time since I’ve been here.” Peter said stiffly, as he peered down the street to see whether that should be the way to go or not.
“You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” The old woman crooned as she stepped closer to Peter.
“As I said, it’s been some time.” Peter replied. “Do you know the way to the travelers’ inn?”
“I sure do, sweetheart.” The woman said quickly.
“Would you mind sharing that knowledge with me?” Peter asked a little irritably when it became apparent that she needed some prompting. “It is quite cold.” He added in the hopes that she might quicken her wits.
“I’d only be too happy to share it with you.” The woman said with a broad and almost toothless grin. “It’ll cost you though.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Peter said outraged by the woman’s cheek.
“Then you keep looking dear.” The woman said and she quickly turned around. “It makes no difference to me.”
“Fine.” Peter said quickly because the wind had seemed to pick up in the time they had spent talking.
“It’s at the bottom of this street and to your left.” The woman said and then she held her hand out.
Peter put his own hand in his pocket and felt around with numb fingers. The sound of rattling change alerted him to his finding and he pulled his hand back out.
“Here.” He said without thanking the woman.
“That’s very generous.” The woman said with a small nod and then she walked back into the shadows from which she had come.
Peter wasted no time in setting back off and found himself approaching the inn quickly. He stopped at the door and checked the sign that hung overhead. It was lit by a small candle that had a shade of glass protecting it from the harsh weather. He smiled when he realized that he was in the right place. He pushed open the door quickly and scurried in.
His arrival was met by a round of cheers from those who were already inside. Peter smiled at no-one in particular as he made his way over to the bar.
“Here you are.” His friend George said loudly. “You’re late.”
“All these streets look the same.” Peter said with a shrug, and then he caught the barmaid’s eye.
He watched as her tenacious red hair bounced with every footstep she took towards him. She had a curvy frame that was being outlined by the dark brown, leather corset that she wore around her waist and over the dirty cotton blouse she was wearing.
“What can I get you?” She asked when she stopped in front of Peter.
“What do you have?” Peter asked as he peered over her and onto the shelves of liquor.
“Whatever it is you’re wanting.” The girl said with a seductive smile.
Peter took a moment to really look at her. She had the potential to be pretty. He could see that in her fair skin and small ski jump nose, but she was too rough. She had frizz to her hair and dirt under her nails and there was nothing that turned Peter off more.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Peter said with a snide twist.
He noticed her eyes open a little wider at the insult. and the leaf green color of her eyes caught his
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