Page 29 of A Bargain with the Rakish Duke
Beatrice’s eyes widened in awe, her artistic mind immediately envisioning the seascapes she could paint. The interplay of light and shadow on the water, the vibrant colors of the gardens, and the imposing yet elegant structure of the castle itself—all of it filled her with inspiration.
“It’s… it’s incredible,” she murmured, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Kenneth glanced at her, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Welcome to Dunford Castle, Duchess.”
The carriage came to a stop at the grand entrance where footmen and maids awaited to assist them. As Beatrice stepped out of the carriage, she felt excitement and apprehension. This was her new home, a place of both beauty and responsibility.
As she stepped into the grand entrance hall of Dunford Castle, she was immediately introduced to the staff. The butler, Mr. Jennings, greeted her with a respectful bow.
“Welcome to Dunford Castle, Your Grace. I am Mr. Jennings, the butler. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you, Jennings,” Beatrice replied, appreciating his calm and efficient demeanor.
Next, she was introduced to the housekeeper, Mrs. Whitfield, a kind-looking woman with a warm smile. “Your Grace, it is an honor to have you here. I am Mrs. Whitfield, the housekeeper. We are all at your service.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Whitfield,” Beatrice said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the formality of it all.
Finally, she was introduced to her new lady’s maid, a young woman with a serene expression. “Your Grace, I am Anna. I will be attending to your needs.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Anna,” Beatrice returned, feeling a bit more at ease with the presence of a personal maid.
Kenneth, who had remained silent during the introductions, turned abruptly and headed for the door. “I have matters to attend to,” he said curtly, not even sparing her a glance. “Rest well, Duchess.”
Beatrice watched him leave, a spark of irritation flaring within her. His cold behavior grated on her nerves, and she felt a pang of resentment at his abrupt departure.
“Thank you,” she muttered under her breath, the words dripping with sarcasm.
Mrs. Whitfield and Anna guided her to her chambers which adjoined the Duke’s. The suite was elegant and spacious with large windows offering a breathtaking view of the sea. The furnishings were rich and tasteful, exuding an air of both comfort and grandeur.
“Let us help you get settled in, Your Grace,” Anna said softly, beginning to assist Beatrice in taking off her travel clothes.
Beatrice then was helped into a warm bath, the soothing water washing away the fatigue of the journey. Anna and Mrs.Whitfield worked efficiently, and soon, Beatrice was dressed in fresh, comfortable clothes.
Anna’s brush moved smoothly through Beatrice’s hair, the gentle strokes relaxing her. Beatrice glanced at her reflection and met Anna’s eyes in the mirror. “Anna, how long have you been here at Dunford Castle?”
“Five years, Your Grace,” Anna replied, her hands deftly arranging Beatrice’s hair. “It is a beautiful place to serve.”
“It is indeed,” Beatrice agreed. “The Duke seems to have taken good care of it.”
Anna smiled gently. “The castle is better than ever, thanks to him.”
Beatrice’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean by that?”
Anna hesitated then shook her head slightly. “I have spoken out of turn, Your Grace. Forgive me.”
“No harm done, Anna,” Beatrice assured her, sensing there was more to the story.
She decided not to press further, respecting the boundaries of their relationship.
Once her hair was done, Anna stood back. “Is there anything else you require, Your Grace?”
“No, that will be all for now, Anna. Thank you.”
Anna curtsied and left the room, leaving Beatrice alone in her new chambers. She took a moment to look around, appreciating the blend of luxury and comfort. The bed was large and inviting, the fire crackled softly in the grate, and the view from the windows was simply stunning.
Mrs. Whitfield appeared in the doorway. “Your Grace, His Grace has sent word. He regrets that he cannot join you for dinner this evening due to an unforeseen problem on the estate.”
Beatrice felt a renewed pang of disappointment. “Thank you. In that case, please arrange for a light supper to be brought to my room. I am quite tired after the journey.”
