Marguerite's Pledge for Redemption
[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal] "Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her. The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time. "What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?" "Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition. The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality. "I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham. She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title. When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes? And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?
Chapter 52 - Meeting Lady Stokesworth
Lady Inggrid Winfried Stokesworth, also known as Baroness Stokesworth, was an elder lady in her forties. Upon her marriage with Baron Stokesworth, she was blessed with two boys, who had meanwhile grown into adults in their own rights.
Two years ago, the Baron and Baroness decided to live separately. Lady Inggrid Winfried, now known primarily as Baroness Stokesworth, remained in the Stokesworth family's London manor, while the Baron retreated to the ancestral Stokesworth Hall in the north.
The two sons, in order to ensure their parents' well-being in their twilight years, divided their time between the London manor and the ancestral hall. The Baron, already in his fifties, appeared to need their presence more readily. Baroness Stokesworth, however, seemed to thrive on a different kind of independence. Unfazed by the separation, she continued to grace balls and social events, either alone or amongst a circle of ladies in similarly dissolved marriages.