Page 35 of Not the Duke's Virgin

“Very well, thank you, Your Grace,” Madeline replied brightly, oblivious to any subtle undercurrents.

“And you, Lady Victoria?” Simon prompted. “Are you well rested after yesterday’s busy events?”

Victoria lowered her gaze demurely. “Quite well, Your Grace. I look forward to today’s activities.”

His eyes searched her face for a moment longer before he gave a brisk nod and resumed his seat. Victoria let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Being near Simon always left her unsettled in the most beguiling way.

She had just begun delicately spreading marmalade on a slice of toast when Oliver’s mocking voice addressed her. “Why, Lady Victoria, you are very quiet this morning. Cat got your tongue?”

She glanced up to see him flashing a venomous smile. “Forgive me, I am still adjusting to country hours. I find I am at my best later in the day.” She kept her tone light, denying him the reaction he sought.

Oliver’s expression soured. He opened his mouth, no doubt to say something cutting when Simon intervened.

“What matters the hour? We have a full day of activities planned.” Addressing the table, he continued, “First, I thought we might enjoy a vigorous horseback ride around the estate. Does that suit everyone?”

A general murmur of assent rose. Victoria nodded along, avoiding further interaction with Oliver.

Soon the guests were bustling about to ready themselves for the impending ride. Victoria found herself intercepted by Oliver as she moved to follow Madeline out of the breakfast room. Gripping her elbow tightly, he steered her to an alcove just outside the door.

“Just what game do you think you are playing?” he demanded in an angry hiss.

Victoria wrenched her arm free. “I know not what you mean.”

Oliver’s eyes blazed. “Do not toy with me, Lady Victoria. You are to be my betrothed, not make eyes at my brother where anyone can see.”

Victoria drew herself up defiantly. “Your wretched scheme will not compel me to act in any particular manner. Now, let me pass.”

For a moment, she thought Oliver might strike her. But then the sound of approaching voices made him step back, jaw clenched. “We shall speak later,” he bit out as she swept past him dignifiedly.

Her legs were trembling, but she held her head high as she joined Madeline outside. She refused to let Oliver’s threats cow her so easily. She was no timid maid to be bullied into submission.

Soon they were all on their mounts and following Simon across the verdant, sun-dappled landscape. Victoria guided her mare deftly through clusters of wildflowers and gnarled oaks. The exercise helped settle her spirits and clear her head.

Madeline looked about wide-eyed at the natural splendor surrounding them. “Oh, how perfectly picturesque! I vow England’s beauty takes my breath away.”

Victoria smiled indulgently at her cousin’s enthusiasm. Madeline’s innocent joy was a refreshing tonic from her troubles.

They slowed to a leisurely walk as they crested a hilltop overlooking the valley. Simon guided his stallion next to Victoria and asked quietly, “Is everything all right, Lady Victoria? You seemed distressed when I glimpsed you earlier with my brother.”

Though his eyes remained forward, his tone was laced with concern.

Victoria gazed out at the sweeping vista before them. “Merely a trivial disagreement, Your Grace, nothing to worry about.”

He seemed unconvinced but only said, “If my brother ever bothers you unduly, I trust you will inform me.”

“That is kind of you to offer, but unnecessary. I can manage Lord Oliver.”

Even as the bold words left her lips, Victoria wondered at their veracity. Still, she could not burden Simon with the ugly truth. This tangled web was of her own weaving.

The morning’s exhilarating horseback ride eventually gave way to a more leisurely pace as the estate grounds opened up into a sprawling meadow. Bright wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze coming off the shimmering lake situated at the far end.

Madeline reined her mare alongside Victoria’s and exclaimed, “Oh, what a perfectly picturesque spot for a picnic! Might we stop there by the lakeshore?”

Victoria smiled at her cousin’s enthusiasm. “I don’t see why not. It looks most inviting.” She glanced over at Simon for confirmation.

He surveyed the area and gave a nod. “Yes, this spot should suit our needs nicely. We shall take a repast here before continuing our ride later.”

Soon their small party was dismounted and reclining on blankets spread out under the dappled shade of a towering oak. Livery-clad servants unpacked wicker baskets, laying out a mouthwatering assortment of cold roasts, vegetable pancakes, fresh fruits, and decadent little cakes. Madeline gasped in delight.

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