unfit For The Duke

Divorce Me

The carriage ride home was silent and you felt his gaze on you wondering what has gotten to you. You would normally ask him questions on the way home and did anything necessary to annoy or tease him it was all too unfamiliar to him even for you.

You noticed each difference between the manner he treats you and her it was clear his attitude towards her was love and yours was a mixture of pithy and anger. you had cried all night, then you made up your mind it was time to let go and free him from the shackles your mother had bounded him to, for your good and for his benefits.

Morning came you requested for his presence after a while of thinking, you were sure it was the right thing to do, to reunite the lovers. Mirabel had warned and told you of her love for him Between the lines and you understood.

There he is now, flipping through his newspaper sipping tea not even the smallest attention of your presence, you spoke finally breaking the silence

“Miss Mirabel is beautiful indeed a well breed damsel” you got his attention he smiled

“Yes and intelligent as well’

“She would make a remarkable fine wife’

“Of course and a leader”

“Are you have s****l relations with her?’ he paused confused as to where this conversation was heading the Anne he knew was bold but not enough to discuss matter relating to men and women without getting flustered

“ you love her don’t you?” you continued the pain in your voice, you can be with her you just have to divorce me, please don’t disgrace me in public when you do as men of your liking do I would quietly leave, you could tell them I am unable to bear children my bags are packed already please grant me the divorce today, so I shall journey with Mr Marcus to the north, far from your presence lord Raymond’ you said not facing him deep down your are down with sorrow

Confused he spoke trying not to get angry

“ And who is responsible for those nonsense in your head”

“No one but your affectionate love for her” you said trying not to break down in front of him

“What nonsense Anne”

“Stop it” you finally break down in tears “stop lying, you do love her, please spare me of the harsh divorce that is to come in the near future, I hereby release you of the shackles my dying mother has placed upon you

You say I speak nonsense but your love for her so pure the blind could see it the way you hold her and sings of her praises at every ball we attend all a symbol of your love. your love is the town gossip and I am just the Unfortunate beggar to ruin such union. before you realized your for love her and the sympathy you have for me slowly develop into hatred please do me this good and spare me of your raging wrath that comes with a man’s anger for his unattractive worthless wife please divorce me and I shall take resident in the north far from the scorching tongue of your kinds".

“ since when you do listen to rumors and care about their opinions, tell me who is feeding you lies”. angered by your words he shouted at you for the first in awhile “is it Marcus?

“No one, leave Mr Marcus at of this” you defended

He laughed bitterly as you defended Marcus

You want a divorce right” he stormed out slamming the doors so hard you felt the sound in your heart yet somehow you felt relieved you had it all planed out he would divorce in peace and you would leave a quiet life in the north with the little skill you had, a business might thrive then you packed only the miserable clothes you had come with, nothing More and wait patiently for his arrival perhaps a divorce certificate and his beloved Mirabel at the door alongside him