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and revelled in the warmth seeping into her toes. ‘Because, despite what he has done, and despite the fact I’m no longer in love with him, he does deserve some bit of kindness.’

      ‘Truly?’

      It was all lies—lies, lies. She was in love with him and he didn’t deserve kindness, but she had to continue her story.

      ‘I was scared witless after being left in that well. When Hugh came and fought them off—’

      ‘Getting his nose broken in the process,’ Elizabeth interrupted.

      ‘I was so relieved.’

      ‘And that relief manifested itself into some strange infatuation until you thought yourself in love with him.’ Elizabeth stood and paced the room. ‘It was childish, making that vow to marry him.’

      ‘I was six!’

      ‘But you made a vow. It didn’t matter what age you were. You were always stubborn, always headstrong. You have never broken a vow, never backed down from a challenge. I always feared the moment you vowed to marry him you would stick to it even if you did not love him. Or that maybe you would fool yourself into loving him simply to fulfil your vow.’

      Alice looked down. Steam rose from the bottom of her dress. This was not the conversation she’d wanted. Defending Hugh was a mistake, and had only alerted Elizabeth to her true feelings. She needed to change the subject or else she’d never fool her sister.

      ‘Aren’t you curious what happened to me at Court?’

      Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed, but she nodded her head in agreement.

      ‘I noticed men and women talking...laughing. Together. It reminded me of you and John. It was...painful.’

      Elizabeth bit hard on her lip, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. ‘I did not know you felt that way.’

      She didn’t. She had always been happy for her and John. If there had ever been an occasional wish that she could be as happy, it had been quickly pushed away so she could concentrate on her projects.

      She turned her back to her sister and thrust her feet and hands towards the fire. ‘I didn’t know I felt that way until I was at Court.’

      ‘Curious that you should feel that way in London. It’s not as if loyalty and love are in fashion there.’

      ‘Maybe they seemed happy. Maybe I simply saw what I wanted to see. Maybe I want to be married.’

      The squeak of the bed ropes and the flutter of her sister’s dress notified her that Elizabeth was moving closer. Alice rubbed her hands and hunched her shoulders forward to hide her features. She felt Elizabeth’s eyes trying to prise the truth from her profile, but she didn’t dare look at her.

      ‘You could borrow a gown of mine if you are so cold.’

      Did Elizabeth suspect? She couldn’t, shouldn’t look at her sister. ‘No, I’ll warm up in a while.’

      ‘You’ve turned down so many proposals...’

      ‘I know.’

      Elizabeth turned her attention to the fire and rubbed her hands briskly. ‘But I believe there are a few of those men still available.’

      Alice nodded her head. Even if Hugh hadn’t been behind her reason for refusing those marriage proposals, she wouldn’t have married any of the men who had applied for her hand. But they were the ones she needed to gain information from.

      Elizabeth sighed. ‘Alice, are you serious about this? Is this how you truly feel? Look at me.’

      Concern creased Elizabeth’s brow and troubled her grey eyes. Alice would have to make her performance more convincing if she was to get those invitations.

      She smiled. ‘It is how I feel.’

      ‘Because I do not want you trying to placate your family into thinking you are happy. You know Father would be overjoyed if—

      ‘Do not talk to me of Father and relationships. He’s hardly one to talk about the raptures of love.’

      Their father was overtly kind and generous with everyone. He loved their mother very much. Unfortunately, he loved many other women as well. It had only been a slight relief that he’d always tried to be discreet on his trips to London, but since their mother had died all discretion had vanished.

      ‘Fair enough.’ Elizabeth frowned. ‘This is not one of your projects, is it? You are not doing this out of some warped sense of setting a wrong to rights?’

      She kept her eyes on her sister’s. This, at least, wasn’t a lie. ‘It isn’t.’

      ‘It’s not some silly vow you made while you were away?’

      ‘No.’

      It wasn’t a vow—or a project. It was an enormous promise to the King. She felt the weight of it heavily on her shoulders. Or maybe it was all the lying she was doing.

      Elizabeth’s hands went to her face and wiped the tears under her eyes. ‘I cannot tell you what this means to me.’

      Alice grabbed her sister’s hands. ‘Don’t cry.’

      ‘All this time...’ Elizabeth’s voice broke. ‘All this worry. I did not think you would even attempt to find someone you deserve.’

      ‘Please don’t cry. Please. I can’t take your tears.’

      Waving her hands in front of her face, Elizabeth beamed. ‘I am happy for you!’

      Alice clasped her sister’s hands firmly together and willed Elizabeth to stop her happiness. Such sisterly joy pressed upon her more heavily than the lies she’d told. She still had more lies to tell, and it wouldn’t do if she failed this early in her mission.

      ‘I know you’re happy for me, but it means nothing if I don’t actually have a husband.’

      Elizabeth shook her hands free. ‘That is easy to remedy. St Martin’s Day is mere days away, and Christmas will soon be upon us. In fact, I can think of many upcoming affairs that John and I have been invited to. I’ll simply secure an invitation for you as well.’

      Such invitations were exactly what Alice both dreaded and needed. Lies and deceit pricked sharply in her heart, but she’d do anything to save her family.

      ‘I knew I could count on you for help.’

       Chapter Four

      Hugh stormed through his old house—such as it was. The three-room residence was smaller than he remembered, the furniture rougher and the linens course. Abrasive, just like Swaffham. A small town with sparsely cobbled, cramped streets and not enough amenities where a man could get lost. Or, better yet, not be seen when he didn’t want to be.

      He had never intended to return to this town of his childhood. A town he had been forced to travel to when his dying mother had written to his errant father and begged him to care for his son.

      And so, at the age of five, Hugh had been carted off by travelling strangers. He had left Shoebury knowing he was leaving his mother, knowing he would never see her again. Knowing he was travelling to the care of a man who had never wanted him in the first place.

      His father, Clifford of Swaffham, a knight impoverished, had been an abusive drunk. Many a night Hugh had dreamed he still lived in Shoebury with his mother—only to awake to cold and hunger. Many a time he’d thought it would have been better to be left alone in the streets without a parent.

      Why his father had agreed to take him, he had never known. To this day Hugh didn’t know if he hated his father or Swaffham more. The tiniest comfort he hoped for upon his arrival was Bertrice’s food, and that held no flavour.

      He rubbed the grit from his eyes.

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