The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Eight Crestwell Abbey, Cumberland, April 17th, 1816 Rowena laid both of her hands on his beloved face. “Alex, I love you so much. I now know that what I felt for Johnston was not love at all, only infatuation. You are my true and only love, Alex, my strong, handsome husband.” Alex had only … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Six

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Eight Crestwell Abbey, Cumberland, April 17th, 1816 Racing after his wife, Alex found her on the verge of closing the door to their rooms. For a few seconds, she stared at him, her cheeks still wet with tears. He stood absolutely still and kept quiet, gazing at her with what he hoped was all … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Five

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Seven (completed) Crestwell Abbey, Cumberland, April 17th, 1816 All this was so unexpected for Rowena that she felt completely baffled. When the door flew open to Lord Carlisle and his constables, she was not even startled as much as she was by the new revelations by Bleak. For the sake of prudency, she took … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Four

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Seven Crestwell Abbey, Cumberland, April 17th, 1816 Alex watched Rowena lift the Holland cover from a small escritoire. It was of Louis XV style in delicate rosewood with mother-of-pearl inlay and had multiple small drawers in its upper part. “Of course, you will find nothing in it, my lady,” Philby warned. “The master made … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Three

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Six (completed) Richard Orme rose from the chair next to Roderick’s bed when they entered. “No change, I am afraid. His pulse is getting weaker and his breathing grows more ragged by the minute. I am so sorry, Rowena, but I will not be able to save him.” “Has he regained consciousness during the … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-Two

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-One

Chapter Twenty-Six Crestwell Abbey, Cumberland, April 17th, 1816 Rowena looked at her baby girl while the infant was suckling in blissful contentment. Emma was such a beautiful child. Her dark wisps of hair showed the promise of curls and her eyes, still dark blue would be chocolate like her own. No sign of Peter anywhere, … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty-One

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty

Chapter Twenty-Five (completed) Alex and Porter entered the grand hall at Crestwell Abbey with Carlisle who immediately signalled to his housekeeper. The tall, thin, middle-aged matron by the name of Petersen directed them to their rooms, where she had their baths ready. He had not felt that filthy since he returned from a battlefield during … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Sixty

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Five He must be losing his bleeding bloody mind, there was no other plausible explanation for it. Rowena, I love you. He had not spoken it aloud, thank heaven for that small mercy, but to even think the blasted word? Love? Alex was certain that, apart from his poor, silly brother, he had never, … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Nine

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Four (completed) The two men doused themselves with a bucket of water, then tied a wet towel over their noses and mouths. Alex leapt up the steps, Porter following hot on his heels. The hall was large enough not to be completely filled with smoke but from the library door a thick, dark- grey … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Eight

The Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Four  As they thundered along the hilly countryside road, Alex urged Porter on while kneeing Titan fiercely. He had to call upon every ounce of battle experience just to remain aloof enough to plan ahead. Panic was lurking in the dark corners of his heart, as if a dire foreboding was waiting to spring … Read moreThe Reclusive Aristocrat – Part Fifty-Seven