Page 26 of The Scottish Duke Tames the Bluestocking
“If that is the path you choose, Harriet, know that we will support you every step of the way - though of course I do hope you will allow yourself to remain open to the possibility of more, should it arise naturally. But it is a better alternative than living on your Aunt Mildred’s estate.”
Harriet nodded with a wry smile and looked at her friends. “One step at a time,” she said firmly, her eyes slowly regaining its light. “For now... I have a decision to make and a heart to guard fiercely.”
CHAPTER13
Jennifer looked at her daughter with a worried frown where they sat in the drawing-room. The idea of her child approaching her impending marriage to Hugh as a partnership rather than a love match brought concern to her heart, though Harriet seemed quite happy about it.
“Do you truly believe it is possible?” she asked carefully as she looked at her child. “To build a life with someone? A friendship and alliance without falling hopelessly in love?”
Harriet nodded eagerly, though she was unable to completely bury the hint of trepidation growing in her heart.
“I do, Mother. It is all about maintaining a certain emotional distance, even as we cultivate a form of companionship. We do share a common goal, the Duke and I. We must restore our reputations and secure our place in society - we can work towards that together, as a team, without putting our hearts on the line.”
Jennifer frowned at this, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. “I understand the idea and the appeal thereof, darling... but I also know you and I know your heart. How will you prevent yourself from growing to care too deeply if it is not what you want?”
Harriet sighed. “I understand your trepidation. It is a risk - Hugh is unlike any man I have ever known and there is always the possibility of our proximity and shared experience will breed some... affection. I will simply have to hold part of myself in reserve. I will be his friend, his confidant, his ally... but I will guard my heart and we will speak about it beforehand.”
Despite her mother’s frown, Harriet could feel hope blossoming inside her. Benedict had seemed so certain that this was a possibility that she could not help but believe him. She was certain that she could navigate the treacherous waters of matrimony without surrendering herself completely to the tempest of love.
Jennifer, however, did not let up. “It’s a delicate balance, my dear. One I am not entirely certain is possible to strike. The heart wants what it wants, after all.”
Harriet squeezed her mother’s fingers, a rueful smile playing about her lips. “I know it seems a foolhardy endeavor, Mother. But I must try. For the sake of our family, my future...I must at least attempt to maintain some semblance of control over my destiny.”
Rising to her feet, she crossed to the window, gazing out over the verdant expanse of the gardens. The sun-dappled lawn and riotous blooms seemed to mock her inner turmoil with their carefree beauty.
“I've always been a creature of impulse,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Letting my passions and whims dictate my every move. But now...now I must learn to temper that wild heart, to leash it and bend it to my will.”
Turning back to face her mother, Harriet lifted her chin, a glint of determination hardening her gaze. “I will accept Hugh's proposal. I will be his wife in every way that matters. But I will not let myself love him, not fully. That way lies madness and ruin.”
Jennifer's expression was etched with deep concern as she watched her daughter struggle to reconcile her conflicting emotions. She knew all too well the perils of entering a marriage with one's heart held in reserve, the slow erosion of the spirit that came from denying the soul's deepest yearnings.
“Harriet, my darling,” she began gently, her voice weighted with hard-won wisdom. “I understand your desire to protect yourself, to guard against the pain of heartbreak. But a life lived in fear of love's power is a half-life at best.”
She rose from her seat and crossed to join her daughter at the window, laying a comforting hand upon her shoulder. “I won't pretend that loving with your whole heart isn't a risk. It requires a leap of faith, a willingness to be vulnerable and exposed. But it is also the greatest gift we can give ourselves, the truest path to joy and fulfillment.”
Harriet leaned into her mother's touch, a shuddering sigh escaping her lips. “I know, Mother. And part of me longs for that kind of all-consuming love, the kind you and Father shared. But I’m so afraid...afraid of losing myself completely, of being shattered beyond repair if it all falls apart.”
Jennifer squeezed her shoulder, a sad smile playing about her lips. “That fear is natural, my dear. But you must ask yourself - is a life without love, without that soul-deep connection, truly worth living? Is the risk of pain greater than the promise of unimaginable happiness?”
Harriet was quiet for a long moment, her brow furrowed in contemplation. At last, she straightened her spine and turned to face her mother fully, her jaw set with grim determination.
“I hear your words, Mother. And I will consider them, truly. But for now, I must proceed as I think best. I will marry Hugh and I will strive to be a good wife to him. But I will also safeguard my heart, at least until I am certain it is safe to do otherwise.”
Jennifer sighed, recognizing the stubborn set of her daughter's shoulders. Once Harriet had made up her mind, there was no dissuading her. All she could do was pray that time and proximity would work their magic, wearing down the walls her daughter was so determined to erect.
“Very well, my darling. I will support you, no matter what path you choose. Just promise me you won't close yourself off completely to the possibility of love. Leave a little room for magic, won’t you?”
Harriet mustered a tremulous smile and nodded, though it was clear her thoughts were far away. With a final squeeze of her mother’s hand, she turned and quit the room, her skirts swishing softly in her wake.
Needing to clear her own thoughts, Harriet wandered out into the gardens, letting the warm sunshine and fragrant blooms soothe her troubled mind. The well-tended paths wound through a riot of color, from delicate pinks and purples to vibrant oranges and reds. Bees hummed lazily from flower to flower while the distant twitter of birdsong floated on the breeze.
Despite the tranquil beauty surrounding her, Harriet could not quiet the tumult of her emotions. Her mother’s words echoed through her head, warring with her own stubborn resolve. Was she really doing the right thing by entering into a marriage with her heart so carefully guarded? Or was she cheating herself out of life's greatest adventure?
Lost in her churning thoughts, Harriet was startled by the sound of lowered voices drifting from behind a tall hedge. Curiosity piqued, she slowed her steps and strained to listen, catching snippets of conversation between what sounded like two of the household servants.
“...heard the master pacing in his study late into the night, muttering about the family's reputation being in tatters...”
“...can't say I blame him, what with Lady Harriet's scandalous behavior and all. It's a wonder we haven't all been sacked in disgrace...”
