To Love A Duke

Effort

Song Recommendation: Good for you by Selena Gomez

A lady’s effort depicts her interest, and her bites apparently! it’s really that simple..

She had taken time to style her hair. The coiffure pinned on the top and a few curled tendrils left to drop and frame her face. Jules had laid out a cream colored frock, the skirts stretched out in thick steps of gold embroidery. She wore the gold earbobs, that the duke had a footman bring around and as she stared herself in the mirror she felt her cheeks warm, she didn’t want to appear to be doing too much, but her nerves were jittery she wanted to see him again, to converse with him, to hold him. It was all the little things, the thought made her pulse race as she walked down the stairs.

He stood as she entered the room, they were dining together for dinner and it was just lunch but he had jilted his jacket for well stretched shirt and sharply pressed waist coat, at the sight of her he adjusted his neck cloth. The damned thing was suddenly too constricting, she took his breath away. That wasn’t news, she picked a cream gown this evening, not a very bright color, but she shone, She didn’t need to do much, the gown emphasized the light tan of her skin, the bodice cut seductively low yet moderately enough to leave much to the imagination, and her hair, all that glorious expanse and blonde goodness pinned up to display well curved ears pierced in the lobe and the Tragus, he hadn’t seen an England well bred last with such strange adornment, Was it a decision made by her mother as a babe, or had she chosen to pierce it by her own will. He wanted to find out. In all she looked simple yet elegant and he smiled, cause she was his.

He stepped out of his chair space, to offer her a sit, and adjusted her chair back for her to be seated to his right, not minding a tad that this was the work of the footmen lined up to serve at the table. She sat and half smiled in his direction. Quietly thanking him. Returning to his seat he poured her a glass of wine and refilled his own glass, while the food was been served.

he wasn’t sure what to say and if he was anything it wasn’t unsure. He should make light conversation he knew, but he simply watched her as she took the glass of wine and sipped with all decorum, setting it down graciously.

“The wine- it’s good” she said picking up the glass and twirling it slowly. “A little too strong, but good” the action drew his eyes to her hands and he almost forgot he ought to say something in reply

“It’s a grape vintage, tinged with wild berries” he replied her

She lit up and he found himself adjusting his neck cloth for the second time in one evening “speaking of berries-..” she was saying “Thank you for the strawberry jellies, I enjoyed them”

“I thought so” he said, noticing the deeper red of her lips no doubt from indulging too much ripe strawberry jellies. He wanted to taste the strawberry jellies from her lips and hear her moan as she did in her sleep when turning to get comfortable.

Then he remembered she bites.