unfit For The Duke

what has gotten into you

He arrived not too long after with blood on his hands, he utter not a word to you and headed to the bath house you followed worried he had hurt himself, you stood at the door way and watch as he washed his hands, the words you wished to utter stucked in your throat it was no longer your place to ask of his wellbeing when you finally spoke you sounded cold and heartless. “ Is the divorce certificate ready?”

He laughed bitterly, his eyes landed on you trying to understand you at the moment, you were uncomfortable with the stare you began to cower before you speak any further he grabbed your hands led you to your bedroom on the bed you landed he ran his hand across his raven hair

“What’s going on Annabelle?, is the Young Man Marcus right? Have you no shame to be conspiring with such a boy, I have dealt with the brat so get such thought out of your brain”

Shocked by his words you remembered the blood stains on his hands “ what have done to Mr Marcus” you scolded “ is he all right?” he caught a glimpse of care in your eyes for Marcus pain shot across his heart “ I should have ended him” he spoke. with that fear swell in your heart. Angry Raymond was a demon you remembered what he had done to the previous butler who had pushed you than the stairs the first few weeks of your marriage, old Mr Carrington was left half dead, a gasped escape your lips wondering if Marcus suffers same fate as you hurried towards the door way you felt his huge hands clasped around your waist taking you back to the room, bang he locked you in, you cursed and shouted for your release all to no avail.

All night you thought of Marcus health and a way to escape and apologize to your innocent friend for your husband’s behavior not just that you realized your husband wasn’t willing to let go, you are his biggest form of his amusement a clown you thought, you made him laughed at the sight of you and when his friends came over somehow you were their topic of the table for somehow you were quite amusing like the beautiful talking parrot in a cage whose only use is for amusement. If you escaped you had it all planned out like the caged parrot if freed you would spread your wings fly across the city to the woods a quiet part of town where no one will know of your existence. on the third day of your imprisonment with a piece of clothing tied up together you made your way down the window as soon as your feet touched the grass you heard his laughter and it was directed at you. It was soft and warm and you stood confused

“I knew little Anne would do this” he smiled at you, a careful examination you realized that he had lose weight and is handsome face was haggard with beard scattered allover his face he looked sick but that was no longer your problem his lover could worry now not you. not paying him much attention you ran heading for the mansion gate only to be grabbed back by unfamiliar faces in the mansion he had hired to watch over you they handed you over to him back to your room he took you he wouldn’t stopped smiling he patted your hair “go get ready Mr Wilson ball is tonight I did like to take my wife alongside me” he announced like nothing had happened few days ago

Your lady in waiting will be here he left

All of a sudden you hated him for treating you like a child for dismissing your request and for hitting Marcus and still felt unaffected by it , your words had no effect. If only you knew he had cried for two days at the thought of you leaving in secret and refused to eat till you were agile again back to the cunning champ he had married. Your very words about leaving was a big blow to his existence but he was too strong headed just like you to tell you how he felt.