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Part 1 

Grosvenor Square, 1813. 

Dearest Reader, the time has come to place our bets on the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baron Hargrove:

A Miss foisted upon the marriage market like a sorrowful sow. Being the only daughter, she has been sent into the season by her mama in hopes she’d find a husband. 

A woman with red wavy hair and blue eyes was getting into a rather tight corset with her mother watching, matching eyes and hair though a bit curlier. “Must it be so tight?” Max grumbled out. She hated that women needed to look fancy and thin. It felt like she had a snake constricting on her waist. 

Her mother nodded lightly with an empathetic sigh. “You must look your best.” Lady Hargrove said. She wanted a good suitor for her daughter and more often than not, that required looking perfect. Or.. as close to perfect as one can get. 

Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Wheeler. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its rather intelligent and curious daughter , whether it is believed to be good or bad is for you to decide. 

A woman with dirty blonde hair sighed as she shook her head. “Where is your sister? We must get going..” she asked her second eldest. They had to hurry to see the Queen, one mustn’t be late for their deput. 

Micheal lightly shrugged his shoulders as he raised his hands. “I do not know! I hardly know what things she’s up to.” He huffed out. He watched as his younger sister moved past him, seeing her blonde hair bounce gently. “What are you doing?” 

El took a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs. “Nancy!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “You must. Make. Haste!” She turned around to her brother. “Should you think she heard me?” She asked breathlessly. 

Mike let his mouth fall open as he blinked at her in horror. He shook his head lightly with an exasperated sigh. 

Meanwhile in the upper quarters, Nancy was getting dressed with her maids. She sighed softly as she looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her little head piece. Today was the day she’d enter the ton. She finally left the room, followed by her maids thst helped with the tail on her dress. 

“There you are darling! You look beautiful.” Karen beamed before clapping her hands together. “Alright.. let’s go.” She head before heading out the door, the others following her lead into the carriage. 

Nancy played with the tips of her gloves. She had read stories about a lady finding true love with a man. It seemed so sweet… so blissful. Her mother was unable to have that with her father. She wanted that though of course it wasn’t all she wanted. She didn’t just want a husband to love. She wanted to be able to do her own thing, to have hobbies. She hoped her husband would allow such things. 

The carriage stopped and she stepped out, looking up at the castle with wide eyed wonder. She would meet the Queen.. though surely she would not be the one she chose. She stepped inside with her mother, going to the room where the other women that were making deput were getting ready. There was one last thing she needed for her outfit.. the big long white feather that would go on the top of her head.

Today is the most important day, and for some a terrifying one, for today is the day London’s marriage-minded misses are presented to Her Majesty the Queen. May God have mercy on their souls. 

She wondered why the feather was necessary.. in her opinion it was just obnoxious but it wasn’t an option. She watched as woman after woman stepped out to see the queen, taking a deep breath. Next were the Hargrove’s. 

“Miss Maxine Mayfield, presented by her mother, the Right Honorable Lady Hargrove.” The announcer called out as Max stepped out in front of her mother. She glanced to him with a light scowl, must they use her full first name? 

Susan Hargrove gave her a light pat on the back and Max began walking towards the Queen. She didn’t really want to do this and maybe the Queen could tell because she looked displeased as she looked at her. The Queen waved her hand, signaling for the next woman to come forth. 

Max bowed her head before quickly stepping to the side with her mama. She turned to glance at El, who was given an extra year until her own deput. 

The announcer spoke again. “Nancy Wheeler, presented by the Roght Honorable, the Dowager Viscountess Wheeler.” 

Nancy put on her best smile as she stood in front of her mother. She walked towards the Queen with straight posture and confidence in her stride. Her face gentle but serious and unmoving. 

The Queen leaned into the Queen’s man as he whispered in her ear but Nancy did not let that falter her. She kept going. She bowed her at the end of her stride and waited in that position for some sort of reaction. Suddenly the Queen stood up and walked towards her. 

Nancy felt her chin being lifted by a gentle hand and she looked up through her eye lashes. She had to bite her tongue to stop blushing. Anyone would blush at the Queen.. right? She stood straight and heard the words; “Flawless, my dear.” And her smile grew wider before the Queen cupped her face as she kissed her head. 

Queen Charlotte went back to her throne and Nancy bowed again with her mother, whispering. “Did that truly just happen?” In shock and glee. It was an honorable thing to be picked by Her Majesty. “Keep smiling, dearest.” Her mama replied with a smile of her own. “They are watching you… now more than ever.” 

But as we know, the brighter a lady shines,  the faster she may burn.

Part 2

It has been said that, “Of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine.” If that should be true then this author would like to show you her teeth. 

My name is Lady Whistledown. You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you. 

Holly grinned at her sister as they changed dressed, less formal ones. “You absolutely sparkled sister. “ she says and Nancy shook her head with a light chuckle. “Come, now. I was simply walking in a straight line with a smile like everyone else.” She said and Holly grumbled. “Not exactly like everyone else…” she pouted. 

El lowered the pamphlet in her hands with a sigh. “Oh, I shall go to visit Max. Her presentation was anything but…” she fought for the word. She could see the letters jumble in her head. “What was the word the Queen called you again?” She asked sheepishly. 

“Flawless..” Nancy said before blushing as she shook her head. “Or some such thing.” She waved it off as she got her dress over her shoulders. It was an honorable thing but it also meant trouble. All women looking for a husband now saw her as an obstacle. All the eligible men would seek her out foremost. But the most important thing was that this would also affect her sisters’ prospects once they’re in the marriage market. They’d have better chances. 

Karen Wheeler barged into the door with a smile. “Your dresses have arrived!” She announced as she went to her maid in the other room and picked one up to show it off. 

Nancy watched as her youngest rushed off to see them, shaking her head before picking up the end of her dress as she followed after them. The girl loved dresses and so did she but she didn’t quite love them as much as Holly seemed to. 

Holly giggled as she looked at a pearly white one. “This looks ravishing!” She exclaimed. “Mary Edgecombe wore a similar shade last season.” Her mother beamed. 

Nancy nodded to her. “And secured three offers the very next day, one from an earl.” She explained, having taken notice. If she wanted the best suitors interested in her then she needed to take notes of how others did. Of course this wasn’t just for love.. getting a good suitor meant the best for her family. 

El walked into the room, not really caring for the conversation. Must everything be about a man? Whether an Earl or a Duke… she was holding the pamphlet she had read with the help of her maiden. “Mary Edgecombe, now the Countess of Fulton, apparently spent the last year living in a cottage hundreds of miles away from her Earl. She is miserable. Says it all here.” She held the paper up. 

Lady Wheeler turned her face to El. “Do not tell me that is yet another scandal sheet. El—“ she was interrupted by her middle daughter. “No, no, this one is different. This one lists subjects by name, in full.” She smirked and her younger sister immediately ran over. “Let me see!” 

Holly snatched it from her. “Lady Whistledown..” she read. “The author.” El chided in. “Do we know a lady Whistledown?” Her mother asked. The youngest shook her head. “Surely Lady Whistledown cannot be her true name.” She muttered as Nancy took it from her and began walking out of the room. 

Karen Wheeler followed her with everyone else. “What does it say, dearest?” She asked her. “She loathes the fact that we were all named after a family member..” the eldest furrowed her brows. “Your father found it orderly.” She scoffed. “Lady Whistledown finds ‘banality’.” 

Lady Wheeler shook her head before gasping gleefully as she read more. “Well, at least she has one thing right. She has named Nancy as the season’s Incomparable.” She smiled. “She calls you a ‘diamond of the first water’. Oh how lovely!” She giggled. 

A servant walked in with a letter in her hand. Karen Wheeler took it and opened it, reading as her eyebrows slowly rose. “Your cousin has written to us.. his father died and has nowhere to go for as you recall his mother died from sickness years ago.. his father wrote in his will that he come here. Which... would make him the man of the house.”

Micheal grinned. “Oh I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He said. 

She sighed and shook her head, ignoring her son. “He’s coming later today.” She announced. Maybe it was best that Steve was coming. She loved her son but.. she didn’t think being head of the house was best for him. 

A man strode into town on his black steed. He wore a black coat and a matching top hat, vest gold and maroon. He went into the gates of the Byers house before hopping off his horse to greet the woman. 

Lady Byers smiled as she approached him. “Well, if this is not a sight for my sore eyes!” She beamed. It had been a while since she had seen the Duchess herself. She liked to keep to herself which the Lady understood but also believed she should get out more. 

Robin took off his hat, revealing his dirty dark short blonde hair. “My condolences, Your Grace, for your father.” The Lady bowed lightly. “Very kind of you.” He glanced away. “Kind of you?” She questioned and shook her head with a smile. “You hated the man. And so did I. “ she giggled. 

The Duke shook his head as he looked at the women. “It is so wonderful to see you, Lady Byers.” He gave her a kind smile. “Words I do not hear often enough!” She shouted before walking towards the house. “As you know I’m hosting a ball this evening.. and I have managed to keep the details of your return quiet. But.. when those vulgar mamas discover that there is an eligible Duke present at tonight’s fete, I shall be able to keep such a secret no longer.” She explained. 

Joyce Byers stopped walking when she noticed the Duchess’ frown. “That is what I was hoping to discuss.” The blonde said. “I have only returned to London to deal with my late fathers.. affairs.” She explained. The duchess was good at math, handling money but not so much the personal side of it, much less the affairs of the people in the land she now owned. 

The Duke pauses, thinking over his next words. “I’m afraid it leaves me no time to.. socialize.” It was half true. Truly he just didn’t want to socialize. He hoped he could use this excuse to get out of it. “And so, whilst I appreciate your most gracious invitation, Lady Byers, I must ask you to accept my regrets.” 

The Lady sighed softly before smirking lightly. “Your regrets… are denied.” She stated, mouth moving into a grin as she watched the Duchess’ face into utter shock and confusion. “I..” she paused. 

“I suppose a brief appearance—“

“Excellent.” She walked inside without another word. 

Robin blinked as he stood there before shaking his head and quickly following after her. 

Part 3 

The seasons opening ball at Byers House is a most highly sought-after invitation, indeed, for every darling debutante from Park Lsbe to Regent Street will be on display. 

Titled, chaste, and innocent, this is what they have been raised and trained for since birth. 

Nancy got off the carriage with her mother and her cousin, Steve Harrington. She knew him from her younger days when his side of the family would visit. She knew he had always been rather soft for her but she never let him take any advances, neither did her mama. 

Tonight we shall discover which young ladies might succeed at securing a match, thereby avoiding the dreadful, dismal condition known as “the spinster.”

Max stood by her mother as she watched men walk past her like she simply did not exist. She could see Billy dancing with some random girl before she glanced at the Wheeler family, smiling softly as she saw El who was talking with her sister. She glanced up when her mother walked off to talk to other mamas. 

Susan approached Lady Cowper who was looking at a woman who looked rather unhappy. “Isn’t that the woman who was caught with her gentleman last year, in Lady Mottram's conservatory, unchaperoned?” Lady Hargrove only nodded. 

Karen Wheeler and Steve Harrington lead Nancy Wheeler into the ball, arms interlocked. Everyone seemed to notice the moment the members walked in but it wasn’t Karen or Steve they were noticing. 

It was Nancy. 

At least ten men seemed to forget everything, now focused on looking at her. Steve furrowed his brows as he turned his head to Lady Wheeler who he saw as a mother figure. “They’re all staring.” He said it like it bristled his feathers, because it did. The lady ignored him and spoke to Nancy. “Allow them to come to you, dearest.” She smiled. 

Nancy nodded and kept a confident smile as she looked at her prospects. A man with curly Brian hair stepped forward and bowed his head. “Lady Wheeler, Miss Wheeler.. Lord Harrington.” He said kindly. 

The Lord turned to Lady Wheeler when she spoke up. “I believe you have already been introduced to my daughter Nancy, Lord Ambrose.” She smiled. He nodded. “Uh, yes. We met at your brother's Levee.” He smiled. It was true, when Micheal had his birthday they had one. 

“If I recall, my Lord, you had just won your first race at Newmarket.” She smiled with fake interest. “His first and only, I believe.” He cut in. After finding out he’d be put in charge of the Wheeler’s, he'd done great research. Nancy turned to him with her mouth agape before closing it as she regained her composure. “Well, in that case, let us hope his lordship has found himself a new horse.” 

Ambrose chuckled dryly and looked back at Lord Harrington as he spoke again. “I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you at our club lately, Ambrose. Should it have anything to do with the unpaid balance you left on the Wheeler’s betting books winter last?” 

Karen frowned lightly as she watched Ambrose take that as his cue to leave, bowing his head before walking off. “Ambrose is a cheat.” Steve explained. “A man of any honor endures his debts are fully paid.” 

Nancy supposed that was a good point. “I did not realize..” she sighed. “Well, how could you have done? It is the very reason I am here, cousin.” He smiled to her.. a smile too kind for just your cousin. “Let us take a turn about the room.” He offered his arm which she took. 

They walked around the ballroom, a tall blonde with curly hair smiling at her. “He is rather pleasing…” she supposed. “He is rather here to shuffle about hunting fortunes.” The Lord rebutted. “Trust Mr. Lewis knows about your sizable dowry. Leave him be.” 

Miss Wheeler nodded before looking at a brunette talking to a few women. “I presume you know of him too?” She questioned. “Mr. Worthington. Second son. We shall find better.” He said and kept walking before a man bowed to them but he kept them walking. “He is of dubious parentage.” He muttered. How many men did he think were not good enough? 

Steve noticed her looking at another man. “I shall not have you making a life with a poet, heaven for it.” She looked at him like he was crazy. What was wrong with poets? Another possible suit bowed his head to her but they both kept walking. “Not an eccentric. My word!” He shook his head. “If the only upstanding gentleman present this evening is me then we’re in a great deal of trouble.” He teased.

Nancy slightly pulled away from him. “You keep saying we but—“ her brother approached. “Did mother tell you about my travels? There’s a scholar who wants to play chess against me in Germany.” He grinned. She raised her brows. “Oh! How wonderful.” She smiled at him, proud. 

Steve saw Lady Byers and quickly turned around. “On gaurd.” He said to Micheal who turned around as well. She was known to pester them, being good friends of Viscountess Wheeler. “Too late!” She grinned at their backs. They both sighed and turned around. 

Nancy smiled at her. “Good evening.” She said happily. She was a nice woman that Nancy actually liked. “Is there a reason I’ve yet to see you on the dance floor?” The Lady asked. Sve was going to answer but Lord Harrington beat her to it. “All in good times, Lady Byers.” 

Joyce Byers raised her brows as she looked to him before smiling with sympathy to Miss Wheeler. “You poor thing..” she said before walking past them. 

Sir Sinclair had been invited to the ball by Lady Byers, for which he was thankful. He was looking for a wife and she wanted to help him. As he walked around he saw a red headed woman. He turned to a gentleman and gestured to her. “Who is that?” 

The gentleman turned and shook his head at the sight of her. “Maxine Mayfeild. Daughter of Lady Hargrove who remarried after her fathers death.” He explained before walking off. 

Lucas hummed lightly as he looked at her. Surely he shouldn’t ask for a dance just yet… he walked over to her and bowed his head. “Good even, Miss Mayfeild.” He smiled to her. She furrowed her brows as she studied him. “Hello Lord..?” She trailed off. “Oh uh- Sir Sinclair. I am a Baronet.” He explained. “Interesting…” she said softly. 

The men around them glanced to them. A Baronet after a daughter of a lady? Was there something they missed about her? She was pretty but her personality was combative, different. 

Lord Halford then approached the pair and joins the conversation. 

Lord Henderson watched as more men approached before following behind them. 

Robin finally arrived at the ball, hands clasped behind his back as he pretended not to notice almost every unmarried woman turn to look at him, some even married. Most of them purely looked because he was Duke but he had gotten word that the women thought he was particularly attractive. 

Susan, who was standing next to her daughter, caught sight of him and put her hand on Max’s back. “The Duke. I would recognize him anywhere.” She said before leading her towards him. “Mother-“ she muttered but it was too late. 

Suddenly it wasn’t just them approaching him though, now there are at least four more women. He tensed lightly but none of them seemed to notice. Then four more arrived and his polite smile vanished from his face as he looked at them all. Oh this would be a hard night.. 

Nancy sighed as she stood beside her cousin. Her cousin that had driven all the suitors that approached away. “I am rather parched.” She said with a sweet smile for show. Maybe this’ll free me from him. “I shall fetch you a glass of lemonade.” He said but she stopped him. “No. You have already done so much for me tonight. I shall return in a mere moment.” She said. He didn’t have to do everything for her..

Miss Wheeler grinned as he let her go, walking towards the drink table. She picked up a glass of lemonade, glancing around as she took a sip. She didn’t notice Lord Brenner approaching her until it was too late. “Small glasses…” he said. Was she supposed to know what that meant? “Lord Brenner.” She curtsies.

Lord Brenner gestured with his glass. “Tiny little things, are they not?” He smiled. “The glasses? I suppose.” She muttered lightly. Where was this going? “Then the matter is settled.” She looked at him as if he grew a second head. “I’m not entirely sure the matter in which we discuss my Lord.” That did not seem to falter him. 

Nancy watched him step closer. Was this his attempt at flattery? “You’ve always amused me, Miss Wheeler, ever since I was at university, and you were…” he paused as he thought, looking her over. “All but… five?” Was he being serious? He only chuckled as if she made a joke and sipped his lemonade… rather loudly. She needed to get out of this situation, quick. She pretended to nod to Steve. “My cousin, he summons me.” 

Lord Brenner chuckled, again. What is it with him and chuckling? “Adieu.” She muttered before walking off but he did not seem to get the memo. “Miss Wheeler.” He turned to follow her. “A moment, please!” He began to follow, chuckling. Again! What is it with him. She quickened her steps. “Miss Wheeler.” He kept walking… as she turned her head to glance at him she bumped into a wall… but the wall was several feet away- she felt a hand on her forearm, steady her. 

Oh that was.. not a wall… but pure muscle. She felt herself blush. 

Nancy looked up to see- to see the Duke.. the Duke! Oh she was in trouble. “Pardon me-“ she shook her head. “Forgive me.” He said. Why was he asking forgiveness… she was a woman, so she was at fault. She looked back at Lord Brenner who was trying to get past a few people to get to her. She quickly looked back at the Duke. “Tell me your name.” She smiled. 

The Duke looked surprised at this question, not expecting it. As if everyone knew his name. “Your name sir.” She asked again, more sternly. “Am I honestly to believe you do not already know my name?” He questioned, tilting his head. She looked back at Lord Brenner who was now even closer and pretended to be laughing at the Duke’s wonderful joke he definitely made. He looked at her with confusion. “If.. you desire an introduction, madam, I do believe accosting me to be the least civilized ways.” He blurted out. He mentally cursed himself. He wasn’t supposed to blurt. 

That took the woman back and she looked at him with an accusatory glare. “Accosting you?” She scoffed. He frowned lightly. “I did not- it’s just that women try anything-“ he mumbled. “Sir, thst is not..This is not… what is your name?” She demanded. 

“Buckley!” Steve’s voice called out. “Harrington!” The Duke grinned and approached him. “Come here, old friend!” Lord Harrington exclaimed and pat his arm. “I heard news of your father. “ he paused before widening his eyes. “Deuce take it, you are no longer Buckley. Hastings! The Duke of Hastings, now known for evermore.” He beamed. 

The Duke chuckled sheepishly, shaking his head. “Right- Robin, this is my cousin. I am chaperoning her this season.” He introduced them. “Your cousin?” He questioned lightly before looking at her. He knew of Steve’s.. feelings towards his cousin. He honestly couldn’t blame him. “Nancy, Hastings and I know each other from our days at Oxford. Days we shall not soon forget.” 

Nancy looked between them. “Oh Robin Buckley, Duke of Hastings is it?” She smirked lightly. “Yes. Well I am well aware of the company you keep, cousin, I am certain your days with His Grace were most civilized, indeed.” She said and Robin almost looked hurt by her words. She must know her cousin liked to hang with the women and assumed he did as well. 

Steve didn’t notice the tension. “Hastings, we shall need to get together properly. I expect to see you at our club, then.” He smiled to him and Robin nodded though it almost seemed hesitant. Nancy furrowed her brows lightly. “Evening, Harrington. “ he then looked at her. “Miss Wheeler.” He watched as Lord Harrington escorted her away. 

The woman stole one last glance at the Duke before looking ahead. She paused her stride as she heard her mothers voice. “Nancy, I believe Lord Wetherby is looking for you to dance. “ she reached for her hand. “Is he?” She asked curiously. 

“If only it weren’t time for us to retire.” Steve blurted as she looked at them. Karen Wheeler shook her head. “Nancy’s anything but weary. I shall stay with her.” She smiled. “That would be lovely.” Nancy agreed. He looked between them. “Nancy…there is nary a gentleman here who would not take your hand. You must think about this. The most perfect thing to do now is to not dance, but to leave them all wanting more.” 

She looked around at the men who were glancing her way. “If anyone is to know how this works… it is your eldest male relative.” She thought over his words before sighing. She was getting rather frustrated tonight… and Lord Brenner… She turned to her mother. “Perhaps he is right. Let us go.” 

Karen looked to her, studying her before nodding with a smile. She grabbed her hand, scoffing as she glanced at Steve before leading her out of the ball. He trailed behind them. 

Part 4

The servant walked into Miss Wheeler’s chambers and grinned at seeing her laying on her back with her eyes open. “Miss! You’ve already awakened!” She said to her as she stood up. “Have Cook prepare as many biscuits as he can this morning and…” Nancy stood on the end of her bed to put her heels on. “Perhaps we might move a few extra chairs into the drawing room too. I do wonder which gentleman will be the very first to call.” 

Ok maybe Nancy wasn’t too excited about getting married. She wanted a husband but it wasn’t the thing she desired most… though having so many men interested in you is rather interesting and she was rather curious. “I have so much to ask of them all.” She surely hoped they were all as smart as she, hopefully even smarter. 

“Well, let’s get you dressed.” 

Max sat in her own drawing room, reading a book. There was no gentlemen coming to see her. She knew of that yet her mother kept waiting excitedly. She glanced at her feather who smoked his pipe as he read his newspaper. Her brother was off, probably with some girl… at a brothel. 

It had been hours since she got up. She was busying herself with embroidering beside her mother. Were they no longer interested? The man servant opened the door to the drawing room to let someone in and she quickly stood up only to frown bitterly when Steve walked in. “Steve! I did not expect to see you here this morning. “

Karen agreed with a nod. “It is terribly early for you, dearest.” She said, watching him move to pick up a biscuit. “I could not sleep for some reason. All the excitement, I presume.” He said and shoved it in his mouth, chewing before continuing. “Am I the first gentleman to arrive?” He asked, quickly sitting down on the sofa. “How wonderful!” He grinned. 

Max sat in her own drawing room, reading a book. There was no gentlemen coming to see her. She knew of that yet her mother kept waiting excitedly. She glanced at her feather who smoked his pipe as he read his newspaper. Her brother was off, probably with some girl… at a brothel. 

Dearest reader, this author finds herself compelled to share the most curious of news. 

A few hours later and finally, some gentlemen came to the Wheeler House. “And do you have a large family, too, My Lord?” She questioned. Having 4 children was seen as quite big, considering how early her father had passed. 

It seems our diamond requires a closer inspection. 

The Lord was about to answer when he noticed Lord Harrington staring at him. “Is there a problem, Lord Harrington?” He asked him politely. “I should think so. You are in my seat.” He said sternly as he looked at him. 

Nancy sighed as she watched as the Lord moved from sitting next to her, Steve taking his place before looking at him with a light glare. 

As such, an even rarer jewel may have been unearthed. Her name, unknown to most, yet soon known to all, Miss Max Mayfield. 

Then suddenly men were walking into the drawing room holding various items, flowers, boxes, paper. She looked to her mother in shock who only seemed to beam in happiness. One of the men included Sir Sinclair.

This author is left to wonder whether Her Majesty might reconsider the high praise she once offered Miss Wheeler for we all know what the Queen despises more than anything. 

Being wrong. 

And the drawing room at Wheeler House currently appears to be emptier than the muddled head of her dearest King George. 

Steve Harrington closed the doors to the drawing room. “Well, I must be off to my club, then.” He announced. “Cousins… Aunt…” he bid farewell. 

El waited for him to leave before sighing, shaking her head. “Had anyone else read what Lady Whistledown has written?” She asked and looked to her younger sister. “Should anyone passably heed to what Lady Whistledown writes of late?” 

Nancy grumbled as she stood up. “I certainly do not. Mama, perhaps we might attend the upcoming Salisbury ball by ourselves, and the Merriwrather tea too?” She suggested. Without my cousin in the way.. maybe-

Karen shook her head. “I believe that Steve has already replied on our behalf, dearest.” She sighed, fixing her earring. “Apparently, he has managed our social calendar through June.” She explained. Oh God. “He’ll be there for the entire season?” 

El moved to sit next to her mother on the sofa. “Lady Whistledown has made her opinion on our dear sister's fortune quite clear.” She smiled. “Oh, enough about lady whistledown!” Nancy huffed lightly. She was tired of that dreadful name.

The middle daughter frowned, staying silent but then suddenly the man servant came. “A caller for Miss Bridgerton.” He announced. Oh finally- “The Lord Brenner.” Are you kidding me? 

Lord Brenner smiled as he walked into the room. Her mother curtises. “Lord Brenner. Um… uh… come in!” She gestured to the couch nervously, supposedly not expecting him either. “May I help you to some freshly prepared biscuits?” She asked as Holly got off the sofa opposite to Nancy. 

El looked up her mother. “El, allow some room for his lordship, will you?” She did not move, instead grabbing her older sister's hand. “El… are you not due for a visit with Maxine this morning?” She offered her own hand. “I believe I should like to stay.” She said. “I believe you should like to go.” She countered. El groaned light before getting up, looking to her sister with a apologetic expression before clearing her throat as she left the room. 

Lord Brenner grabbed a biscuit and sat on the sofa.  “Forgive me for not calling sooner.” Could you call never? “I presumed your affections were already engaged.” Oh I wish. “Now I know… you and I were destined for each other.” What in God’s name- 

Holly let out a scoffing chuckle before shutting up at her mother’s glare as Brenner took a nibble of his biscuit, chewing loudly. Nancy looked away with a fearful exhale. May God help me. 

El smiled as she watched the suitors Max had today walk out. “Well that was certainly peculiar, I should think.” She chuckled lightly and shook her head. Miss Mayfeild sighed. “I did not expect to have even one suitor.” She muttered. “Well… maybe they see what I see.” 

Nancy was on her horse alongside Steve on a stroll. “Lord Brenner is harmless. There will be others.” He explained, nodding to a gentleman who bowed his top hat to them. “Lady Whistledown had but declared me ineligible… worthy of the affection of a detestable simpleton and no one else. Tell me, what others should ever want such damaged goods now?” 

Lord Harrington shook his head. “You speak as if Lady Whistledown were to be held in higher regard than Her Majesty the Queen herself. You give far too much credit to some anonymous scribbler. These musing, they’re not true.” he stated. “Only they are true, Cousin, and they are true because of you. You have managed to scare every worthy suitor away. Whistledown has merely reported it.”

Nancy ignored the look he was giving her. “I am looking out for you. I am protecting you. It is my duty.” He stated. “And what if my duty? “ she said a bit too loudly, earning a few looks. She quieted her voice. “You have no idea what it is to be a woman… what it might feel like to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment. This is all I have been raised for. This… Is all I am. I have no other value. If I am unable to find a husband, I shall be worthless.” 

Steve shook his head quickly, moving his horse closer. “Nancy, you are a Wheeler.” She scoffed at what he said. “It would be easier if I were not.” She used her riding crop to make her horse zoom past him, Steve quickly doing the same. 

part 5

Ambitious mamas rejoice, for the new Duke of Hastings countries to grace our fair city with his presence. And, oh, what an impressive presence it is! 

Robin grumbled lightly when his man servant opened the curtains. “Lady Whistledown has written about you again, Your Grace.” Why should I care? He rolled onto his back. “Would you like to read it?” The servant asked. The Duke got out of bed, wearing nothing but a binder designed specifically for him at night. “No I would not.” He stated, changing into his day binder with some help. It was snugger.

It should be noted that the Duke had been overheard announcing to mamas everywhere that he had no plans of ever marrying. This author wonders which brazen matchmaker shall rise to such a challenge, for this competition is well under way. 

“You know, I do suppose if it were not for an overzealous mother at every corner, this time of year in the city would not be so dreadful.” The Duke gestured around before looking at Steve. “Those mothers simply want the same as you, I rather think.” He leaned back in his seat. 

Robin raised his brow. He was comfortable with Steve. Blurting was fine. “For every last one of them to choke on their daughters’ hair ribbons?” He asked him. “For you to coming a wife, Hastings. Are you truly not planning on taking your place in society when you have a dukedom?” The Lord said. The blonde sighed. “I have a title, which will end with me.” 

Steve shook his head. “But Hastings-“ he was interrupted by Robin’s eye roll. “Stop calling me that. It was my fathers name, never mine. And in any case, what of you?” He shot back. “What of me?” The man questioned. “You are now the eldest male relative. Where is your wife? Oh! Is your plan to pine over her forever, your cousin? You shall need to sire an heir.” 

Robin watched as he got more frustrated. “I’m in possession of something that you are not. My cousins brother. All I need is the Wheeler line to go on. My father was awful, I do not need my line to continue.”

In other news, a most peculiar suitor for Miss Nancy Wheeler has emerged. 

Nancy was reading the latest Lady Whistledown when her mother walked over. “Nancy…” she pretended to not hear her but she cleared her throat. “Your caller…” she walked off. She sighed as she heard Lord Brenner. “Will it be just the two of us… yet again?” He patted empty space beside him. She shook her head and crumpled the paper. 

Part 6 

Nancy and her mother entered the Opera house, smiling softly before she saw Lord Brenner smirking at her from afar. She quickly turned to her mother. “Our box, mama?” She asked and her mother nodded, beginning to lead her. 

“Lady Wheeler! Do join us.” Lady Byers called out and two changed course. Byers was standing with the Queen. “Your Majesty, good evening.” Karen Wheeler said and they both curtiesed. “You must remember my daughter, Nancy.” She smiled, placing a hand on her back. 

The Queen looked to her. “Yes. She made quite an impression…” she smiled before leaning to her Queen’s man. “However fleeting it may have been.” He snorted before they walked off. 

Joyce Byers did not let that sway her. “I would like to welcome you both to my box this evening.” She noticed Lady Wheeler about to talk. “I insist.” She said. Nancy looked to her mama before nodding and they all began going to the box. 

Byers watched the Queen from afar. “They are saying her husband will not live till the end of the month.” She whispered to her friend. “Surely another rumor provided by that vicious, scandal-mongering writer. Should her degradation know no bounds?”

“Lady Whistledown writes about my family too. Yet I suppose the Duke can withstand such scrutiny,” she saw her as family. A child of her own. “Since he is, after all, a man.” She lied. 

Nancy glanced at them. Now that caught her attention. Family to the Duke? Her mother spoke next. “His Grace was fortunate to have you there with him as a child after what happened to his mother. Awful!” His mother? What ever happened?

“He is not what Whistledown writes.”

“Nor is Nancy.” She looked at her daughter. Joyce smiled lightly. “It would seem the two of them have that much in common, then.” She then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Matches have certainly been made with far less.” She smirked. Karen gasped. “What are you suggesting?” 

Her daughter with a Duke? Now that would be something… far better than Lord Brenner. She listened to Lady Byers. “Lady Whistledown merely writes what she sees. Perhaps we need to help her to see things a bit more clearly. The Duke is quite fond of chocolate tarts.” 

Karen widened her eyes with glee. “The very dish my cook is renowned for.” She looked at her before they both giggle. 

Micheal turned to his sister, El at the dinner table. “Haven’t you heard what we’re talking about?” He asked. Steve shook his head. “For all we know, Whistledown may be some interloper living in… Bloomsbury of all places.” The middle daughter scoffed. “What should be terrible about Bloomsbury? That people there actually work for a living?”

Nancy hummed as she cut her food. “She does seem to be someone with access.” She said before looking at her brother. “Who knows if Whistledown is even a she.” He grumbled. The middle daughter scoffed once again. “Because she is simply too good to be anyone but a man?” 

Holly straightened in her seat. “I think it rather obvious that the writer is Lady Danbury.” She proposed. The eldest shook her head. “Lady Danbury enjoys sharing her insults with society directly. She would never bother herself writhing them all down.” 

That made Robin smile as he glanced at Nancy. She knew her well it seemed. Lady Wheeler leaned to him. “You must forgive this rather unruly debate, Your Grace. “ she said softly. He smiled and shook his head. “Nonsense… I find it entertaining.” And he meant it. “All of you…” he glanced around as if in a dreamy state. “At one table, even the children.” 

Karen chuckled lightly as she looked at her family. “Well, i realize it may be unfashionable but we like each other.” She smiled before seeing El and Micheal bickering. “Most of the time… You should join us more often, Your Grace. Perhaps when we travel to our country seat. You would be most welcome.”

Holly leaned to her sister El. “You know he does have a presence about him. Charming but not in the normal way… sheepish almost. In a good way.” She said. “If rakish Dukes were one’s thing.” El grinned. “I think it is just rumors from him being around our cousin… other than the marriage I mean.” 

Robin looked to Nancy once again who looked back at him. She looked.. well she looked pissed. “You appear displeased..” he tilted his head. She turned to him. “Do I?” She questioned. “We find ourselves seated beside each other, Miss Wheeler. I’d like to think you’re happy about that.” He said. She had seemed so interested in learning his name when they met and she seemed very interested in conversing. Surely she was happy to be close to him? 

“Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be better if you refrained from thinking of me at all.” Nancy quipped, making Robin frown lightly. Perhaps he was wrong. “It is… simply surprising.” He muttered. “Yes! However is it possible for a lady to offer anything other than a smile whilst seated beside a Duke?” She scoffed. The nerve of him. “Even one of your reputation.” She looked at her plate. It seemed everyone thought he was indeed a rake. He decided to shut up. He glared at Steve. It seemed by just associating with the man that was seen as sully as him. 

Steve smiled at the glare he received. “Buckley, I’m so glad you decided to join us this evening. It was most spontaneous of you.” He noted. “Not at all- with Lady Byers accepting your dear mother’s gracious invitation on my behalf… well, how ever could I have declined?” He asked. It was true, how could he? It would be rude… 

Lady Wheeler smiled. “You must stay for dessert. It's a chocolate tart, Your Grace.” She told him. Robin raised his eyebrows and seemed to light. “Ah, lovely!” He grinned. Nancy raised her brow as she glanced at him. His smile was handsome… she looked away. 

After dinner Steve was in his study, writing something down as he looked at various papers. He noticed that Karen was walking in. “This matchmaking scheme you rather transparently concocted with Lady Danbury, it will not work.” She only stepped closer. “I can think of worse matches for Daphne than a Duke.” She huffed to him. “I believe the two of you to be friends.” 

“We are good friends. Which is why I know he has absolutely no intention of marrying.” He told her. She shook her head. “You must understand that all men make that assertion. My- my late husband—“ 

“Do not bring your husband into this. Even if he were in want of a wife, you would certainly not accept him as a match for Daphne.” He grumbled out. “I am fully subscribed to the belief that reformed rakes make the very best of husbands.” He stared at her as he considered her words. Even if Robin were a rake- what did she mean by… he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, not wanting to think about it lest he get an image in his head that he did not want. “He will not make her happy! She.. deserves better.” He said although he fully believed Robin would be a wonderful husband. 

“And I know… I know you think you are solving the problem, but you are not. And that is all I shall say about the matter.” He looked at Karen who still did not leave. She bit her lip before sighing. “The Duke will be joining us at Vauxhall tomorrow evening. I admit, it was not easy to combine him to come.” She explained to him quickly, as if nervously.

 “You overstep!”

“She is my eldest daughter.”

“Yet she is my responsibility, as are you.”

“Responsibility?” 

“Do make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“Oh and your responsibility is keeping my daughter from having a suitor because of your silly childhood crush on her? I am not daft, I knew of your feelings for her. I sit with her in that drawing room. Do you know what I see? A young woman who is terrified because she knows what kind of life, w-what kind of future, awaits her should you continue to get in her way.” 

Steve frowned lightly as he looked at her in silence. She left without another word. 

part 7

Be it shame or slander, seduction or smear, there is but one thing that humbles even tbf most highly-regarded members of our dear ton… 

A scandal. 

Well, dear reader, it should seem that all of Grosvenor Square has been left to ponder a rather scandalous question, indeed. 

Might one former diamond’s recent fall from grace turn out to be the most damning scandal of all? 

Nancy rode in the carriage with her family to Vauxhall. Hopefully this evening will go better than the last ball. 

Max walked around after successfully sneaking away from her mother. She raised her brows when she saw the Baronet she met from before. “Sir Sinclair. I did not know you would be here.” She chuckled lightly. “Sorry to disappoint.” He smiled. 

El noticed them talking from across the room and frowned lightly. She watched as the Baronet took her to dance. 

Robin smiled politely, though strained as she walked across the room, several women and their mamas following him. He stopped when a mother began talking. “The resemblance is remarkable. You look just like him. Your father.” That made him tense even further as he stared at her. 

Nancy watched from afar. Were people truly so dense that they did not notice how uncomfortable his Grace seemed? Everyone then turned as man began to announce something. “Ladies and gentleman, a most extraordinary event is about to take place. Right this way! Come! Come!” 

The Duke watched as everyone began to follow the voice. He sighed, shaking his head before beginning to walk towards the gardens. It was a nice opportunity to get away from everyone. He gladly took it. 

Nancy followed the voice and stood in front of the crowd, watching. “It is with great privilege I present Vauxhall’s newest spectacle of illumination.” She watched as a man holding a torch lit up a string, sparks following the flame path. “Feast your eyes above and allow all that is radiant, overwhelm you!” He shouted as fire filled up bulbs that were on strings in rows above them. 

Everyone gasped and began clapping in wonder. “Wonderful light! Thank you!” He shouted and Nancy smiled in awe. Steve came up beside her. “Is it not the most bizarre?” She asked. She giggled breathlessly. “Look, cousin.” She said before noticing his serious face and she began to grow concerned. “What is it?” 

Steve sighed softly. “Lord Brenner’s barony is over 200 years old. His lineage is legitimate. He has had an excellent education, possesses no debts, never hurt an animal or a woman, and is even a decent shot.” He explained before shrugging lightly. “To speak strictly, there is nothing wrong with him.”

“What should say of this—“

“You are to marry him.”

Nancy was furious, stepping closer as she leaned in. “Martin?” She seethed. “I had to find you a husband, cousin.” He shook his head, raising his brows. “Now, be grateful it is done. It should be just as easy to fall in love with Lord Brenner as with anyone else.” Was he out of his MIND? “I will not hear of this.” She snapped before walking off to leave him standing there. 

—— 

Miss Wheeler stormed into the outer part of the gardens, taking off her glove and throwing to the ground in rage before beginning to page. The nerve of him! Was he not aware of Lord Brenners age?! She breathed shakily. “Whatever are you doing?” She heard Martin’s voice and quickly turned around. “Martin, not now.” She sighed, letting the first name slip. 

Lord Brenner tilted his head as he approached. “‘Martin’? Are we to drop the honorific so soon?” He almost seems sad about it, so peculiar! He keeps somehow getting worse. “I suppose as your husband—“

“You will never be my husband. I will never marry you. My cousin, he… he made a mistake.” She explained to him calmly. He got even closer. “Do you think yourself better then me?” She was getting nervous. “It’d be best for you to leave.” She warned. 

Robin widened his eyes as he saw a half naked woman deep in the garden. Oh I went too far- it’s the Dark Walk. He quickly turned around and went to the outer gardens nervously, glancing back before hearing a familiar voice. Nancy? “You should be thanking me.” And Lord Brenner. He followed the sound. 

“I’m your last hope. No one wants you, Miss Wheeler.” He moved until he grabbed onto her. “What are you doing?” She asked hurriedly. 

Was he going to—

“You’ll find out soon enough.” 

Robin quickly sprinted over to where the voices came from, finally seeing them in a clearing and- Nancy had pushed him away. “Stop it! Let go of me.” She demanded but he approached again and she punched him in the face, knowing him out. The Duke widened his eyes as he approached. 

Nancy noticed him and gasped. “Your Grace… I had no intention—“

“Of knocking the climp flat out?” He asked, looking down at him. “Though I must say, I’m impressed.” He smiled to her. “What are you doing out here?” She asked him with furrowed brows. “Avoiding certain people.” He answered truthfully. 

“People?”

“Mothers. They are people, I suppose.” 

Nancy looked from where he came from. She seemed to twist into disgust. “You are coming from the Dark Walk. It is merely a few steps away.” She didn’t know what people did there but she knew it was bad. 

“I was not- what would you know of the Dark-“

“The Dark Walk is merely a few steps away. And I am alone with two men!” Oh that’s what she meant. “You are only with one man. The other is—“

“I shall be compromised just the same. Do you have any idea what would happen if someone even suggested that I—“ she paused. “I must go.” She turned to leave. 

“Marry me, Miss Wheeler.” Martin Brenner slurred before losing consciousness again. Robin giggled. “Now, as far as proposals go, that may be the least romantic of all.” 

Nancy turned to look at the unconscious man. “I suppose if someone were to find me here, it would be one way out of marrying him…” she looked at him when he scoffed. “You cannot possibly be thinking of marrying him.” He glanced at him again. Worthless man, truly. 

Nancy sighed and threw her arms up. “If I am unable to secure another offer, there may be no alternative! Unlike you, I cannot simply declare I do not wish to marry. I do not have such privilege.” She shook her head, rubbing her temple. 

Robin kneeled down to pick up her glove, offering it to her as he stood up. “Yes, I was surprised to learn you no longer have a line of suitors around every square in London.” He spoke and Miss Wheeler looked at him and noticed how truthful he was being by the look on his face. She blushed lightly before clearing her throat. 

And then- it hit her. “Lady Whistledown has challenged mamas to find you a match, make you want to marry after falling for one of their daughters. I have noticed you do not like such attention. Should you… pretend to form an attachment on me and our issues with Lady Whistledown cease to exist. With me on your arm, the world would believe you have finally found your Duchess. Every mama in town would leave you alone and… every suitor would be looking at me. Men are interested in what they can’t have, especially if a Duke is claiming it.” She explained. 

Robin looked at her in shock, mouth slightly ajar. “We must be close… look into each other’s eyes. If this is to work, we must appear madly in love.” She continued. Oh that would not be hard… 

Fireworks began to go off and Karen noticed people were murmuring. She turned to look to what they were staring at. She gasped lightly as she saw the Duke escorting her daughter onto the dance floor looking determined. They were holding hands. Nancy seemed nervous but who wouldn’t be, holding Duke’s hand. 

Steve looked irritated as he watched them reach the dance floor. They were staring into each other’s, not looking away once even as they danced together. They were impossibly close. 

Lady Byers smiled as she watched her beloved Robin look so solely focused on something. She had never seen her so focused, captivated by something, almost always seeming distracted in the past. They moved wonderfully together. 

For those not in attendance at the Vauxhall celebration, you missed the most remarkable coup of the season. It appears Miss Nancy Wheeler has captured the interest of the newly returned Duke of Hastings. 

How the young miss secured her newfound suitor is yet to be determined. Yet, if anyone shall reveal the circumstances of this match, it is I. 

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown. 

Chapter Text

Part 1

Wails could be heard throughout the entire Hastings castle, maids rushing around to prepare for whatever came next. One rushed into the Duchess’ chambers, holding towels. The doctor could be heard yelling, “push!” And the midwife saying encouraging “Yes!”s 

The wailing continued as Richard Buckley pacing in the hall outside. “Someone must tell me something! It doesn’t sound well…” he said, worried for his wife and child, which he hoped to be a boy. He needed an heir. “It is natural to hear these things…” his man muttered. 

Lady Byers then rushed into the hall. “Would you move?” She asked the men filling up the hall. “What are you doing in here, Lady Byer?” The Duke asked. “I am going in, Your Grace.” She said as if it was obvious. He shook his head. “No place for a Lady in there.” She shook her head and stepped closer. “Someone must be with her. If not her husband then—“ 

“It is not proper for a man—“ 

The Duchess let out a scream and they both rushed into the room. There was blood everywhere. The Duke watched with a frown. “What is it?” He asked the doctor. “It is a boy, Your Grace!” He said and gave the baby to him. He smiled as he held him. 

“I have a son!” He grinned before looking at his wife, grin fading. He had a son but at what cost? He looked down at him. “You will be perfect… I’ll make you perfect.” He promised. 

Robin was standing in that room, looking at the covered furniture with a light frown. He turned to his maid. “Your Grace… Would you like to arrange the Duchess’s room for you?” She asked and he shook his head. “No. That will not be necessary.” He said. He would not need it for Nancy if they were not marrying. 

There will forever be just two words that come to this author’s mind the morning after any good party, “shock” and “delight.”

Well, dear reader, the scandalous accounts from last night’s soirée at Vauxhall are quite shocking and delightful indeed. Emerging, Phoenix-like from the ashes of irrelevance is one Miss Nancy Wheeler. The illustrious debutante was seen dancing not once, but twice with the season’s most eligible and most uncatchable rake, the Duke of Hastings. 

Lady Byers smiled as she watched the pair. “He is smiling…” she said softly and Lady Wheeler giggled. “The Duke rarely smiles.” She noted. “Well Nancy is nice to be around. She’s a good person with a strong will.” Karen smiled to her. “She will need it. Life as a Duchess will have many demands. Hosting balls, greeting foreign dignitaries…Nancy will not merely be in society. She will be leading it.” 

Karen shook her head lightly. “I have prepared her well, Lady Byers.” She assured with a smile before they both chuckled. 

Nancy was walking with her arm linked in Robins. “Eight balls.” She said. “No.” He said softly. “Eight balls. You do want our plan to succeed, do you not?” She asked him and he furrowed his brows. “I thought the purpose of this arrangement is to keep the marriage-minded mothers of the ton at bay, not hurl myself directly into the lion’s den. “ he muttered lightly. She sighed softly. “The purpose of this arrangement is to ensure I marry my very first season.”

Robin signed and looked at her, into those eyes before looking away. “I shall grant you four balls.”

“Six balls.”

“Five.” 

“Six. And you must send flowers.” She smiled and he sighed. “Today. Expensive ones. If you were truly courting me, you’d buy out every florist in town.” I’d already do that. 

Part 2

Holly listened to her mother excitedly. “Two dances? With a Duke?” She asked her. “He was quite taken with your sister, Holly. The entire party was for that matter. All eyes were on Nancy.” She explained proudly before offering a plate to Nancy as she played piano. “At least enjoy some toast, dearest.” 

Nancy didn’t look at her. “I am not hungry, Mama.” She said and Micheal spoke up. “Are you certain the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress? Or a misstep she took on the dance floor?” He asked with a smirk. 

Lady Wheeler ignored him. “I do wonder, Nancy, might we count on the Duke at the Crawford ball?” She asked and Nancy never stopped playing piano as she turned her head to face her. “I should think it a fair chance.” She answered. “What about the Ramsbury ball, Friday too? Oh, and what about the Grand Picnic?”

“We shall see, Mama.” She sighed softly before the maid stepped in. “Miss? Humboldt is coming.” She said and Karen furrowed her brows. “Humboldt is coming?” Their servant that announces callers. Be cane in. “Callers for Miss Nancy, ma’am.” He said and Nancy grinned. 

Karen grieved lightly. “But… the Duke. You already have a caller, dearest.” She said. “Well, I suppose now I have more.” She smiled to her mother. 

Steve stepped out of his carriage only to see at least… a hundred men both in and outside Wheeler House. “What is happening?” Lord Brenner asked he looked to him before sprinting inside. “When you said you will be taking me to your family…I expected to be the only one present.” They rushed up the stairs. “I wore my satin knee breeches for the occasion!” 

Lord Harrington sighed before past two gentlemen on the stairs. “Out of my way!” He demanded before walking into the drawing room where at least 30 men were. “Dear God!” He muttered and stopped Lord Brenner from moving past him. “I shall speak to my soon-to-be—“

“No, Lord Brenner, you must go.” He ordered. “You said you wanted this handled quickly.” He glanced around at the men. “You gave me your word.” He huffed. “And I intend to keep it. You’re the only man who proposed, therefore the one I thoroughly considered. This is nothing more… than a terrible confusion. For now, you must go, along with everyone else.” He said, looking around. 

Once all the men left, Steve closed the door before facing the two. “I should like to know what is going on.” He said to his Aunt. “Oh I would like to know the very same. Perhaps we might begin with why you chose to interrupt such an exquisite morning.” She said sternly, crossing her arms. “Because she is already engaged to be married.” 

Karen widened her eyes. “The Duke has already asked for your hand?” She asked her. “I am not engaged, Mama. Has anyone truly proposed to me? No. Have I proposed to anyone else? I do not believe I have.” She rebutted. “Do not be disrespectful, Cousin.” He said, shaking his head. “Disrespectful? I cannot imagine a greater show of disrespect than promising me to Martin Brenner.” 

Lord Harrington sighed. “Steve, tell me you did not.” His Aunt asked. “He’s a fine choice. I looked into him.” He explained and she gasped. “You promised your cousin to that man?” she huffed. “Not well enough, apparently.” She mumbled to him. “What?” He huffed. “It does not matter. I now have many choices indeed. I do not need—” 

“You have suitors. You do not have what matters: proposals. Except, of course, from Lord Brenner.” He approached her. “Whatever happened to his eye? It’s quite grotesque.” Karen asked. It was true, the man had a black eye. “Nancy has churned a Duke, Steve. You must know that changes everything!”

Steve scoffed. “Oh please do not tell me this rebellion is to do with Hastings.” He threw his hands up. “They are courting!” She said. “They’ve danced a couple of times together at a ball. Micheal has done the same with Maxine. It does not signify—“

“They promenaded this morning, and he sent fliers today to both of us.” She gestured to them. “Expensive ones.” Nancy added. Lord Harrington paused as he looked between them before stepping to his Aunt. “The Duke is not a serious suitor. He will never marry. I have known him since we were boys. It is not bravado, or denial, or even immaturity.” He told her but his Aunt just laughed. “It appears that way to me.” 

Nancy stepped closer to them.”I will not marry Martin Brenner.” She told her cousin, standing firm in front of him. A wall that will be pushed down. “I have acted in your best interests, Nancy. One day, you will understand. One day, you will be most appreciative. The contract to Brenner will be drawn up, and you shall marry him.” He left without another word.

The young woman sighed. “Mama…” her mother approached her. “You need not worry, dearest. Once Lord Brenner witnesses the seriousness of the Duke’s intentions, he will have no choice but to retreat. Lord Brenner may not respect a women’s choice but he will certainly respect a man’s.” She explained to her daughter. “Well, and if the Duke is not… serious. I shall have others.” She smiled. 

Karen shook her head gently and grabbed her eldest’s hands. “Nancy, I saw the way the two of you looked at each other last night and this morning. There are no others. There is only the Duke.” 

Part 3

Eddie Munson was in a boxing ring against his friend Lord Henderson. They were shirtless as they fought against each other, breathing heavily. “Did you truly dance with the Wheeler girl? Twice?” He asked the Duke who was watching their battle. Dustin chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t believe it.” He teased. 

Robin sighed. “Remind me again why you were the first person I chose to reacquaint myself with upon my return to town.” He asked. “Admit it, friend. You missed me.” Eddie grinned. 

The doors open with a loud bang and Steve marched inside. “Harrington.“ The Duke muttered. “Might I have a word?” The Lord asked. “Have as many as you like, Harrington.” Robin replied. “Wonderful.” Steve approached him quickly before swinging a fist against his cheek. 

The Duke groaned as he stumbled, blinking rapidly at the pain before rubbing his face. “Well… “ he muttered and turned to face him. His reaction wasn’t… wholly unwarranted. He was courting his childhood crush after all. “What seems to be so urgent?” He asked him. “I should like to know what was going through your head last night and this morning.” 

Robin chuckled lightly, deciding to tease his friend in a way he knew he understood. “You have to be more precise. A great deal goes on in a mind as quick as mine.” He smiled. “Are you courting my cousin?” The Lord asked bitterly. “Should I not be courting your cousin?” The Duke shot back. “No. And I can think of dozens of reasons why, starting with, ‘she is my cousin,’ and ending with, ‘she is already engaged to be married,’ and then… perhaps circling back to, ‘she is my cousin.’ ” he grumbled out. 

Eddie chuckled at the two as he looked at Henderson who had stopped fighting to watch. “I was unaware of an engagement.” Robin muttered. Did that half conscious proposal in the garden count as one? “Have the banns been read, then?” He asked. “I assure you all the formal preparations are underway. I have arranged everything with Martin Brenner, having given him my word.” 

Robin rolled her eyes. “So you struck something squarely. Your problem is that Brenner is an unworthy suitor for Miss Wheeler.” He huffed to him. “He is perfectly decent. He hasn’t been seen in out of brothels, At least. I even know where he’s been the past few years, right here in London.” He spat. “I go there because I have to get your drunk ass out of them! And you know why I haven’t been in London.” 

Steve faltered for a minute before sighing. “Martin Brenner is hardly a saint. She deserves so much better.” The Duke said. “You are and have long been a good friend. The best, really. But this is my cousin. Think of all we have shared as friends. It is furthest from my intentions to offend you, but surely you can understand that family must come first before all else!” He shouted before running off. 

It was not true. He did not understand. 

Richard Buckley spoke to son’s teacher. “He is four years old. He should be able to speak.” He turned to look at his son. “He is quite advanced in his letters, more so than any child I have taught. And his words… he even can write in Latin already.” She explained to him. “He would have to be bloody Shakespeare with his letters if he cannot speak.” He must be perfect. “Let us hear it boy. Give me a word, a grunt.” 

Robin stopped writing to look up at him, frowning. “Go on!” The man shouted. The boy just looked down in silence. The Duke huffed. “Imbecile.” He left the room. 

Barbara, Nancy’s maid smiled. “Will it be the rubies or the pearls, Miss?” She asked. Lady Wheeler reached for the pearls. “The pearls, of course.” She smiled. “Mama, perhaps the rubies would better catch the eye of even more new suitors." Nancy said and Barbara furrowed her brows before looking at Karen. “If I am not to put all my eggs in one basket, I must…collect more.. eggs.”

El laughed lightly. “The Duke really has put your head in a spin.” She smiled. “More like Lord Brenner must spin far away.” She giggled before the door shot open, a maid holding a letter. “Good heavens. What is it, Mrs. Wilson?” The Lady asked at her urgency. 

“The Queen, ma’am” she answered. Nancy frowned. “Has she fallen ill?” She asked. “Has King George caused her harm?” El questioned. “She has written to you, my Lady.” She said excitedly, handing the letter over to her. 

Holly was impatient, unable to wait. “What does it say, Mama?” She inquired. “I am… invited to a private tea with the Queen in two days’ time.” She grinned, making Holly gasp. Lady Wheeler walked to her eldest daughter. “Never mind the pearls.” She stroked her cheek. “You shall wear the family diamonds tonight.” 

Part 4

Lady Byers walked towards the Duke that was next to her carriage. “Would it pain you to wear some color, Your Grace? The London season is already terribly monotonous as it is.”She said to her once finally next to her. “Must your wardrobe do the same?” She teased

“I was told this look is all the rage.” He teased. “But you know why I dress like this, bright colors are…” he huffed as he trailed off, shaking his head a bit. 

“Certainly not my rage. I understand but there are not bright colors that do not have black in them. Like purple… or cerise cherry.” She chuckled lightly before offering her hand. “Take my arm, before you make us late.” She smiled to her and she took her hand. 

Little Robin was practicing writing with a a quill, except he was writing in French. He looked to be 7.  A woman walked into the room. “So, you are not dead, after all.” She smiled lightly to him. “My Lady… we were not expecting your visit.” His teacher said as he turned to face the woman. “Not once seen in London, no news of your education, not a word about you from your father. Yet here you are! Alive and breathing. Stand up, boy, so I may look at you.” 

Robin stood up, feet finally touching the floor as he hopped off his chair. “You look like your mother… your father changed after she died.” She sighed to him before bowing to him. “Lady Byers, my lord.” She said and waited… and waited. She looked to him. “I see you’ve not learned any manners. Have you learned to read?” 

He nodded. 

“To write?” 

Another nod. 

“To ride a horse?”

Again. 

“To fence?”

Yet another. 

“Then, why ever are you not in school?” She asked him. He frowned and fidgeted with his buttons. “I… cannot…” he paused, lowering his head a bit. “Speak…”  he muttered lightly, barely above a whisper. She hummed as she nodded lightly, taking it 

“When I was a girl, some centuries ago, I was afraid even of my own reflection. I entered a room and attempted to dissolve into the shadows. But there is only so long one in a position such as ours can hide. I knew I would have to step into the light someday, and I could not very well be frightened. So, instead, I made myself frightening. I sharpened my wit, my wardrobe, and my eye, and I made myself the most terrifying creature in any room I entered.” And said before reaching her arms out. “Come.” 

He walked to her and she took his hands. “You can speak. I understood you well enough. And I will help you overcome this… fidget and fear of yours. But in exchange, you must promise me they when you step into the light…you will be worthy of the attention you command. Hmm?” She then lead him out of the room. 

Steve Harrington escorted his cousin into the room right after the Duke. The man walked off before quickly rounding to step in front of the Lord. “A dance, Miss Bridgerton?” He asked her with a smile. 

Lady Byers looked Nancy’s cousin. “I shall need someone else to seek my a glass of ratafia, then.” She smiled. “Lord Harrington…” she trailed off and lifted her arm. “Do me the honor?” She asked and he sighed but nodded begrudgingly. “Of course, Lady Byers.” 

Robin led her to the ballroom. “Six balls no more. I must have eight.” She said and he groaned lightly. “Along with a picnic.” She added and he gasped. “A picnic?” He muttered. “I am afraid we are required to fan the flames of our charade.” She sighed out. Was being with me that bad? “Oh, because of Lord Brenner, I presume? I heard.”

Nancy glanced at Martin who was actually watching them. “We must make him believe that you are on the very precipice of a proposal…so he will leave me alone.” She said softly, shaking her head. I should lighten the mood… “I should hope I do not lose my balance, then.” He smirked. “I should hope not, either, for you will be glued to my side all evening. And we must look like we are enjoying ourselves, as difficult as that may be.” She smiled. 

Robin chuckled lightly and nodded. “Yes, quite.” He said before the music began. They started dancing, only rarely looking away and nothing but smiles with teeth on full display. Lord Harrington grabbed Micheal by the shoulder. “Go dance with your sister.” He ordered. “What- why?” He whined. “Because I said so.” 

Micheal sighed before going to go dance with his sister as Steve dragged Robin away. “Perhaps I was unclear this morning.” He barked. “Is it your wish for me to insult your cousin, Harrington?” He chimed. “On the contrary.” The Lord replied. “You wish your cousin to marry a loathsome toad, then.” He shot back. 

“Lord Harrington.” Oh god not him. Robin turned to face Martin Brenner as he held a glass of lemonade. “Forgive the intrusion, but, if need be, I will happily restate my intentions with respect to your sister. She is a prize I have long coveted for her beauty, for her grace—“

“For her powerful right hook?” He blurted before cursing himself in his head. Well might as long go along now…Martin ignored him though. “I must know whether I can count on you to handle this misunderstanding, my Lord? I certainly wish to avoid any kind of embarrassment.” He said as the Duke stepped closer. “Rather late for that.” He muttered. “Are you too friendly with the Duke or simply intimidated by his rank—“

“Easy, Brenner. I assured you I will resolve the matter, a matter which I shall remind the Duke is none of his concern.” Steve told him which made Robin glare at him. “Perhaps you’re not the authority on what concerns me, nor on the matter of Lord Brenner’s character.” He snapped. The man continued to ignore him. “I shall do my best by your cousin, Harrington. And perhaps even she might learn to return my affections over time.”

Robin couldn’t take it anymore, setting his glass down. “Do come off it, Brenner. I presume he failed to mention how he got that purple eye.” He growled out. “I was careless with a cabinet door.” The Lord lied. “He was careless with his honor.” He fixed his mistake in words because he forgot what truly happened obviously. “He attempted something last night I shan’t dignify with words when your cousin planted a facer. Deservedly so.” He rumbled out. “My Lord, you must know—“

“Nancy would have told me if this were true.” He said, looking her way before looking at Hastings. “Would she?” Robin raised a brow. Steve took a deep breath and set his own glass down. “You will never speak to my cousin again, Brenner.” He looked him in the eye. “But we are to be married!” He huffed. 

Steve surged forward. “You are to be buried if you so much as look in her direction.” He warned. “Be grateful you will not take a punch yet again.” He threatened before rushing to his sister. “You need not worry about Brenner. It is done.” He said before sighing deeply as he walked off. 

Nancy approached the Duke. “You told him?” She gasped. “I had to say something. All will be well, enough, I assure you.” He soothed. “You assure me?” Or maybe he did not soothe…”Despite what you and my cousin may think, I am quite capable of speaking for myself. You had no right.” 

Karen and Joyce watch from the side with nervous glances. The Duke frowned lightly and clenched his hands. “I was trying to help.” He said softly. “Well, you did not. All you did was underestimate Martin’s entitlement.” Entitlement? He isn’t entitled to you. No one is. “Not to mention, people are watching.” You’re the only one here when I look at- what am I thinking? He blinked as he listened. “You cannot assure me of anything.” She said before walking off. 

Robin stood there for a few seconds as he watched her walk off before walking off himself. 

Robin led Lady Byers to her carriage. “A crush of an evening, Your Grace. Would you not agree?” He stayed quiet. “The young lady is as rare a treasure as there is. Do try not to bungle it up.” She smiled before getting inside. He sighed and walked past his own carriage. He needed to be alone. “I think I shall take the air tonight.” He said as he walked off. 

Once in a tunnel he heard footsteps behind him to see Brenner. Wonderful. “It is only me, Your Grace.” He assured. “Are you following me, Brenner?” The man asked the bastard. “I thought this matter settled.” He stated. “It was settled until you had to go and spoil it. I implore you to speak again with the Viscount. Last night was a mistake, I admit. A temporary lack of judgment. You understand that, do you not?” 

Robin scoffed. This man did not understand anything. “There is not and never will be any kind of understanding between the two of us. Go home, Brenner.” He turned to leave, beginning to walk. “But you do not need her.” Sometimes it felt like he did. “You’re a Duke. You already have the money, the connections and the standing. I need her. Why can you not just let me have this one?” This one? What, was Nancy just an object within a thousand other objects? “Because I really think it ought to be up to Miss Wheeler.” 

“When I am buying a horse, I do not negotiate with the horse.” The Duke stopped his stride at that, slowly turning around. “Why have you not asked for her hand? If you so fond of her and she so smitten with you? Why have you not already proposed? Unless… you have already had her.” He was beginning to see red as he stared at him. “If you have, you must tell me. For if I had already known she was loose and damaged, not intact, I never would have—“ 

Lord Brenner fell onto the bricked floor as he was punched in the face. He was then hit over and over, face beginning to bleed and bruise from the impact. The Duke pulled away, fist bloodied. “I shall not… have you question the lady’s unimpeachable honor again.” He breathed harshly. “You do not deserve to breathe the same air as her.” 

Robin frowned as he looked into the mirror. Were those… he touched his bare chest. She had always disliked her male references. He thought she and her was.. pretty. He wanted to be pretty. Lady Byers walked in and looked at him, now 13. “You.. are perfect.” She whispered. He frowned lightly as he looked back at the mirror. “Am I a woman?” He asked. 

Joyce smiled. “You are what you say you are.” She said. He looked to her. “May I- be a woman?” He questioned. “You are a woman.” And from then she was always she to her. 

A few weeks later they had told Richard Hastings. The words echoed in Robin's head after. “You are a BOY. You will always be a MAN. Nothing shall change. You shall get bandages to hide those.. those things on your chest!” 

This author has often thought the heart a most curious of instruments, heeding neither reason nor rank. For what possible explanation might Miss Wheeler have for entertaining the suit of a mere baron when she seems to have secured a Duke? Could the debutante’s mind be the only thing amiss? 

“The recipe is my own, Miss.” Barbara smiled, holding a locket of blush. “I’m certain the Duke should find it appealing.” She said, applying some. “It does not matter what the Duke thinks, Barb.” She chuckled lightly. “He is gallant, is he not? With refined taste—“

“Stop.” She snapped before looking at Barb guiltily. She didn’t mean to be stern. She’d known her for years. “Is.. the rouge not to your liking?” She asked. “No. I should like some more.” She smiled in the mirror. 

Part 5

Let it be known, dear reader, that if this bizarre behavior portends yet another scandal, then be sure that I shall uncover it, fit there is nothing like an excursion into nature to lift the spirits and loosen the tongue. 

It was now the Grand Picnic, Nancy sitting on a blanket as Miss Cowper walks by. “I hear she may be courting with bumbling Brenner. Quite a good match for her, I rather think.” She snickered. Miss Wheeler bristled but did nothing, sighing. 

Max saw El walking along the grass and turned to her mother. “Mama, might I go play with El?” She asked. “A lady does not play, Maxine.” She answered and Max blushed lightly as she asked her next question. “Might I go promenade with El?” She asked and her mother nodded lightly. She quickly went to El and hooked their arms. 

Steve sighed as he looked at his cousin. He felt so guilty and angry with himself. How did he not know that Brenner was bad for her? He walked over to her, sitting. “I was not aware… of what Brenner attempted. I would have helped you. You should have told me.” He said softly. 

Nancy shook her head with a scoff. “Would you have believed me? Did you only change your mind about Lord Brenner because another man told you the truth?” She questioned him. “You truly esteem me so little?” He pouted. “After I apprised you of my wishes and you proceeded to ignore them…yes, cousin, I do.” 

Miss Wheeler saw Robin riding on his horse towards the Grand Picnic. He was wearing… colors. Light brown coat, purple and gold vest with an emerald pendant on the collar. It looked nice. She watched as he hopped off his horse before approaching him. “You are late.” She noted. 

Robin smiled lightly. “Apologies…” he said. In truth he had been trying to think of wear, taking in Lady Byers’ advice on wearing color. “Should we rejoin your family at their camp?” He asked politely, glancing at Steve Harrington. “Certainly not.” She muttered and looked to a few gentlemen playing a game. “We must promenade past the group of men playing their hands up ahead.” 

Nancy smiled as they began walking. The Duke fixed his jacket before winching as he clenched and unclenched his fist. It looked red. “Whatever happened to your hand?” She asked. “Boxing.” He lied. Though was it a lie if he technically used Brenner’s face as a punching bag? “It’s an absurdity that passes for entertainment amongst men.” She shook her head before suddenly facing him. “My cuff, button it.” She blurted. 

Robin blinked. “I beg your pardon?” He asked but received no answer, only her hand raising with an expectant look in her eye. He took the hint and gently grabbed her wrist, beginning to button the cuff carefully. He glanced to her through his eyelashes before seeing the men watching. “You need not feel your evident worry. Brenner is—“ 

“Have you not heard what Whistledown writes of me still? No. Even if you believe Lord Brenner is taken care of, our ruse is not finished. I’m still in need of a husband.” She explained to him lightly. “Though I am flattered, I’m afraid I must reject your proposal.” He teased with a smirk. “Yes, I know. You are not the marrying type.” She chuckled as she looked up at him in silence for a moment. “Are they still looking?” She finally spoke. 

Robin looked up and the men were not looking but Martin was hastily approaching Lord Harrington. “Harrington!” The Lord shouted, holding a paper. Miss Wheeler looked at the Duke with wide eyes upon seeing the Lord’s badly bruised face. “What have you done?” She asked before rushing to her cousin. He stood there, biting his lip as he clenched his fists despite the pain. 

Lord Brenner approached the camp. “I bring cheerful news, I have taken matters in my own hands and sought a special license for my wedding to Miss Wheeler.” He gestured the paper to her. “There is to be no wedding.” She huffed at him, stepping closer to him. 

Steve shook his head, resting his hand on Brenner’s arm. “I told you. The arrangement is canceled.” He said as Karen stepped in. “Lord Brenner, you look in a great deal of pain. Shall we continue this conversation in a more private location?” She smiled lightly, though fake. “I require no further conversation. Though, perhaps I am finally speaking to the true head of the Wheeler House. For if it were you,” he looked to Steve. “I imagine you would have instructed your cousin to take better care than to encourage certain attentions while alone with me on the Dark Walk at Vauxhall.”

Robin, who was behind Nancy now, tightened his jaw as he looked at Brenner, stepping a bit closer with a glare. “Of course, mere hearsay of such scandal could wreak havoc on even the most influential of families.” It was Micheal’s turn to step closer. “What would some like, say, Lady Whistledown do with such unseemly information?”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Is that a threat?” He questioned. “It is certainly not. Because in three day, I am to marry.” He looked to Nancy. “I have the diamond of the season. I have the very best the ton has to offer. I have a Wheeler. And I shall save her, as well as your entire family, from the ruin which you could not protect them.” He roughly handed Harrington the license. 

Robin began moving without thinking, wanting to castrate him but Micheal held his suitors before he got to close. Nancy glanced to him, seeing the anger. “I look forward to the union of our great families.” Martin continued before nodding and walking off. 

They were in the carriage going home. “I must issue my challenge to Brenner straight away.” He muttered. “Steve…” Lady Wheeler sighed. “I’ve been properly trained in the matter. I know the rules to follow… “ he said softly. “You are not to duel with Lord Brenner. Do you understand me?” She demanded. “I do not care what kind of training you think you may have. It is illegal, not to mention positively horrific.” 

Steve sighed softly as he looked out of the window. “You are not going to duel. I must marry Martin Brenner. It is the only choice.” Nancy said, already set in her decision. 

Nancy was throwing all the flowers in her room into a basket Barbara was holding to be thrown away. She tried hard not to sniffle. She wouldn’t need Robin’s flowers if she was to marry Brenner. “Barbara, can you leave us for a moment?” 

Barbara nodded and quietly but quickly left the room. “I know that you have not seen a marriage based on true love… me and your father- we were not. But I wish you would have one. Though I must remind you that it is not simply a partner that marriage provides. You will have comfort and a house to tend, and most importantly, children. You will thrive yourself into raising your family, and you will find much joy. I am certain.” 

But she didn’t just want to raise children. She wanted a loving husband. She wanted a true family not a fake one pretending to love like her parents.

Karen was now in the royal castle, walking down the eye and long hallways that seemed to never end. I’ve they reached the room, Karen and her maid bowed. “Your Majesty.”

There was piano playing as she sat with the Queen who… snorted some kind of powder. She supped her tea quietly. “What do you think?” Her Majesty asked. “The music? I find it quite beautiful. Is it Mozart?” She asked curiously. The Queen grabbed her dog and tried to feed him a spoon of something. “I became acquainted with Mr. Mozart when he was not ten years old. The boy accompanied me as I sang an aria and I declared then and there that he should become one of our finest composers in Europe.”

Lady Wheeler smiled. “And certainly you were right.” She said and the Queen looked to her. “Well I’m rarely wrong about such matters. Do you know why?” Karen shook her head. “Because when I choose to extend someone my favor, I expect them to make good on it.” She smiled. “Your Majesty, is this about—“

“Brimsley! Fresh snuff.” She ordered and he nodded, taking the gold container to get more. They waited until he left the room. “That one is a terrible gossip.” She whispered as she leaned closer. “If we were to speak freely in his presence, before long, the whole of England would know our business.” 

Karen gasped lightly. “I see…” she said softly. “I suppose you do see. I expected a great future for your daughter upon her entrance into society. A future with someone like a Duke, perhaps. A pairing like that… well… it would certainly be most enchanting indeed.”

Brimsley came back finally with the snuff, giving the Queen two more containers. 

Mrs. Wilson followed her Lady out. “What are we to do, ma’am?” She asked. “We are to invite Lady Brenner over for tea, at once.” She told her. 

Part 6

Lady Brenner happily ate the pastries on the table as she sat with Lady Wheeler. “Martin is my one and only child.” She said. “Mm-hmm.” Karen hummed. “Very special boy, indeed. In fact, I often say God did not bless me with another because perfection had already been achieved.” She chuckled. “My goodness-“ Lady Wheeler muttered as she looked at her daughter with wide eyes. 

Nancy watched her with barely concealed annoyance. “Not every lady can be so blessed, I know. Miss Wheeler found herself thinking how she wouldn’t be able to see Robin anymore, even if it was for a ruse. She sniffled lightly. “Miss Wheeler… allow me to set my eyes upon you.” 

Nancy glanced to her mother before looking at the woman. “Mm. Certainly healthy. Even if your countenance is a bit drawn.” She smiled and Nancy sharply inhale lest she say something she regret. 

Lady Wheeler nodded lightly. “It was a terribly late evening.” She smiled politely, looking away to furrow brows. Had this woman no respect? “All the excitement, I suppose. Yet you must try harder, dear. My Martin is quite discerning. He already turned away many more handsome debutantes,” Karen widened her eyes again and almost choked on her tea, head whipping to look at the woman. God help them. “Saying, ‘Mother… I prize accomplishment over beauty.’ Can you believe it?” 

Nancy stared in disbelief. No.. no I can not. The woman chewed her biscuit loudly. They had that in common… 

Mrs. Wilson widened her eye as the bell went off again. “Oh! That mistress of yours is going through the biscuits quick.” She smiled to Lady Brenner’s lady’s maid. “Do not worry, Barbara. I shall handle it.” She walked off as the lady’s maid drank her tea. 

Barbara stepped closer as she poured more tea. “Housekeepers… they believe themselves the sun and the moon, when in truth, it is us lady’s maids that do all the hard work.” She smiled. The woman stepped closer as well. “I have one just like her.” She smiled. “You are quite fortunate, though. How troublesome could a household be with only Lady Brenner and young Lord Brenner to look after?” 

The woman sighed and leaned close. “Oh, you have no idea.” She chuckled. Barbara leaned in curiously. 

It was time for Lady Brenner and her lady’s maid to leave. “You ate but one bite at tea, my dear!” She approached. “A young lady must be well fed if she is to bear children.” Nancy held back the urge to gag at the thought of having Martin’s children. “Kippers on rye every morning worked wonders for me when I conceived my Martin.” 

Nancy threw up a little at the thought of both bread on fish in the morning and the thought of Martin’s birth. 

Karen grinned and turned to the maids as Lady Brenner and her own maid left. “What have you found?” She asked them before Nancy stepped closer. “What is going on?” She questioned her mother. “You could not think I’d ask that woman for tea without a thought for you, could you? She’s dreadful.” She shook her head. “The help hears everything, as we all know.” 

Barbara smiled. “She has heard a good deal, in fact. Lord Brenner has a boy, Henry, by one of his maids that he refused to provide for.” She explained and Karen gasped, covering her mouth. “Sent the maid and child away to live off scraps.” 

Mrs. Wilson shook her head. “Horrible man.” She said. “Horrible enough for us to be rid of him, let us pray.” Lady Wheeler smiled but watched her daughter walk around the room. “Well, he— he will only deny it. And who will believe a group of women over a man’s word?” 

Karen smiled lightly. “Perhaps no one. But they will if Lady Whistledown does. So we shall do what women do. We shall talk!” 

It has come to this author’s attention that the ton is abuzz with a most sordid take. It is said one cannot judge a book by its cover. But in the case of the bumbling Baron Brenner, it seems his displeasing appearance is quite an apt metaphor for the state of affairs in his house. 

I would not be surprised if Lord Brenner were called away to the country on alleged business. Business which, perhaps, might involve sending don’t much overdue funds to one former maid and young boy, who we can only hope takes after his mother. 

Steve approached his aunt who was embroidering in the lounge room. “I have heard talk that Brenner has left town. I think this solution to our problem did come about by chance…I am resolved to handle matters differently in the future.” She said softly and put his hands behind his back. 

“Or perhaps not at all. I know society has distracted your present role in this family, Steve but with Nancy officially out, I assure you, I am more than capable. This is for Nancy. “ she said, showing him the embroidery she was doing. “Tulips. They symbolize passion. A most appropriate hen for you when she decides to marry the Duke. Perhaps your bride would like the same.”

Steve sighed lightly as he looked at her. “Good night, aunt.” 

Lady Byers grinned as she watched Robin escort Nancy onto the ballroom floor, wearing a red jacket. She watched them begin to dance with the rest. 

“You should not have lost your temper with Lord Brenner.” Nancy told him. “You should know something about me, Miss Bridgerton. I will not tolerate a bully.” He stated. “And you should know something about me, Your Grace. I will not have this go wrong.” This made the Duke chuckle. “You mean our ruse?” 

Nancy hummed. “It is more than a ruse now.” She said and Robin felt himself blush. What did she mean? “It is more than a negotiation. This is not just about finding the best match to impress Lady Whistledown, the Queen, it dung other member of the ton.” She spoke and Robin noticed they were on the center of the dance floor. “This is about a life, Your Grace. My life. I must finally take charge of it. I cannot afford to do otherwise. So I shall not have this go wrong. If you are not in agreement, then you should tell me now.”

Robin looked at her as they danced, really looked at her. He exhaled as he looked into her sapphire eyes. He would do anything for her. He knew what was happening. He knew he was falling for her. If she wanted this to continue then it shall. He didn’t know why he said what he said next. “I shall agree… on one condition.” He replied and she tilted her head. “You do not understand, Your Grace—“

“That you call me Robin.” He blurted before quickly coming up with an excuse. “If we are truly to seem to be courting, if this is to be a match like no other, you should call me by my name.” He explained and she looked up at him curiously. “Very well…Robin.” She smiled teasingly before chuckling lightly. “Is there something funny about my name?” He asked with a smirk. 

Nancy shook her head. “No, no, no. It is a perfectly fine name.” She grinned. “Oh, perfectly fine? Very well… Nancy.” He lowered his voice and watched as she examined his face, almost breathing heavier. He lightly ran his hand up her back, trailing his fingers. She seemed to realize she was staring and getting too close, moving back. “I wish to find a husband…so that I may have a family.” 

Robin frowned lightly as he swallowed. He could not provide that for her… if she wanted children. “Then let us find you a husband.” The dance ended and they part ways. He stood off to the side as he watched a gentleman ask her to dance. He didn’t notice Lady Byers beside him. “The two of you certainly make a captivating match, Your Grace.” She smiled. “Whatever is bothering you?” She asked. 

The Duke continued to watch them, not immediately answering. “N-nothing at all, Lady Byers.”

Richard Buckley looked at his son who came to visit him. He was currently very ill, laying in bed. “Father…” he approached the bed. “Listen to me, boy. You are the work of the devil. You are sin, only half of what you’re supposed to be. God doesn’t allow these types of people to repopulate, as punishment.” He growled out. “Not that you deserve children…” he coughed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t even want my lineage to follow if it were from you.” 

Robin frowned as he listened to him. “I love you too, father.” He muttered lightly. He looked to Joyce who stood by the door before following her out of the room.