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Date Posted: Friday, December 08, 11:37:24am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 39 onward" on Tuesday, October 17, 10:07:59am
Nikita and Michael waited before a large set of doors that would lead into the ball room. They were to be formally introduced to the royal court and have a presentation with the King. Nikita hated all of this glitz and glamour. She would rather meet the people who work on her new estate and become friends with them. She considered them to be the real genuine people of this country.
Michael kissed her cheek once more. “We must remain stoic as we walk in. I know how much you hate this. I do not enjoy this myself, but I must keep my mother happy today.”
Nikita looked into his eyes, “Michael, I would do anything you ask of me. Not because I am your wife, but because I love you.”
Michael could not believe what he had heard come out of her mouth. He lightly kissed her lips and then faced the direction they would be going. He did not know how to react. He wanted to possess all of her, but did not expect to feel this incredible warmth flowing through his veins.
He needed to maintain his composure. The trumpets sounded and the doors opened.
The king was standing straight ahead of them. The announcer yelled, “Your highness, may I present Lord and Lady Michael Samuelle of East Gate Hall of Kent.”
Michael and Nikita paraded down the aisle to bow before the king and the king bowed back. King Henry spoke and said, “Lord and Lady Samuelle, I bless this union. You have both fulfilled your marriage contract and now must fulfill your oath to your country.”
Michael stood up and went over the king with Nikita. He bowed before the king and Nikita curtsied. The king smiled at Michael and kissed Nikita’s hand. “You are a real beauty my dear.”
She smiled shyly, “Thank you, your majesty.” Michael was very please how Nikita handled herself.
They were now to mingle with their guests and participate in mindless chit chat. Michael stayed with Nikita most of the evening. His best friend Brighton came over to introduce himself.
He gave Michael a huge hug. “Congratulations my good friend. And this must be the young woman I have heard so much about.”
Nikita smiled and let him kiss her hand. “You my lady are most fair as I have heard.”
Michael placed a possessive hand over her back. “Thank you Sir Brighton. I have heard of you as well.”
Brighton winked at her, “From my pal here? Michael has plenty of stories to tell. My dear, if you ever wish to hear stories about your husband? Well?...---“
Michael laughed and put his hand up, “Now Brighton, we do not want scare away my bride so soon.” Michael and Brighton conversed.
Nikita smiled and was having a good time. She got to meet a lot of Michael’s friends and distant family. Everyone was so nice. Nikita kept noticing a young lady with sad, but angry eyes peering over at them. She thought maybe she was in a bad mood, but her eyes pierced Nikita like swords.
She ignored the young woman and continued to listen to Michael and Brighton. Brighton seemed like a pleasant fellow who made Michael smile.
“Michael, did you see who is here? It is Matthew. Let us go and say hello for one minute. Do you mind if I steal your husband, Lady Nikita?” Brighton begged.
She laughed, “Of course not. Please drop the lady bit. Call me Nikita. You are family to Michael.”
Michael kissed her hand. “Are you sure my love?”
She nodded and he hesitantly left her side. Nikita stayed where she was. She watched Michael and he reunited with his childhood friends. Nikita was extremely tired. She put her eyes down to look at her tired feet.
When she looked back up, the lady with the angry eyes was standing before her. She curtsied to Nikita. “Lady Samuelle, I am Lisa Fanning of Wentwirth Estate”
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