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 Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:31 pm
The driver opened the door for them, and Marcus grinned at Terryn. Homesickness seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. "It's not so bad inside, either."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:32 pm
Terryn climbed out of the carriage, a dreamy sort of smile on her face. "It looks almost a castle...you are not by any chance a prince?" She raised an eyebrow, getting a little curious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:39 pm
"I understand it was a castle, a long time ago, before we drove out the Celts. But no, I'm just a humble duke," answered Marcus, hopping out of the carriage and offering Terryn his arm, much to the surprise of a gardener that was plucking weeds.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:41 pm
Terryn took his arm, looking out over the countryside. "Well either way I think it is wonderful." She may have hated people, but she could never help but appreciate fine, especially ancient, architecture.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:47 pm
"I'm glad." Marcus led her into the manor, watching her take this all in the corner of his eye. Their driver came behind them, at a respectful distance, carrying Terryn's things. He turned a few hallways and wound up at a hall of doors. He'd chosen this to be Terryn's room especially. It had several windows, one of which opened directly into the garden. "This one's yours. Mine is just down the hall."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 5:54 pm
Terryn nodded, examining the tapestries on the walls and the paintings hanging up. "I shall go in later...how often do you come here?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:01 pm
Marcus shrugged. "Often, in the summer, or when grandmother wishes that I be close to home." He opened the door, just to make sure that it was suitable, and his eyes fell on an old, withering yellow rose resting on the dresser. For God's sake...he thought angrily, striding to the dresser and crushing the rose in his hand. That had been months ago, with Aspeth. "Sorry," he told Terryn lamely. "That wasn't supposed to be there."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:03 pm
Terryn raised an eyebrow as she picked up a petal from the table. "Poor thing...must have whithered from neglect." She handed him the petal with a small, knowing sort of grin. "As is the girl who it was intended for I am certain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:33 am
Marcus looked at her curiously. "...No. She got engaged to a man from Wales recently. Her family had been encouraging her to for quite a while." This was unnerving. Most girls did, of course, know what it meant when he or his brothers 'slipped them a rose,' but he hadn't expected Terryn, who was practically a hermit, to know about it. "How did you hear about it?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:43 am
Terryn shrugged, her conniving, witty grin on her face . "It was just lucky guess." She took a seat on the bed and soon found herself laying back among the plush pillows. "Very nice..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:09 am
Marcus, his curiousity having been provoked, lay down next to Terryn. "Really, though. How did you know?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:18 am
"I told you..." Terryn rolled on her side and faced him. "It ws guess." It was the truth too. It was a guess, an educated one but a guess none the less.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:31 pm
"You must have heard about it from someone. Something about the scandalous affairs of Duke Marcus," he protested, a good natured smile on his face. He had never thought about it before, but he supposed that he'd consorted with enough girls to be an object of gossip.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 5:09 pm
Terryn rolled her eyes. "Marcus, darling, there is not a woman in the entire British Isles who has not heard rumours of you. It is a bedtime story mothers tell their daughters to convince them to become nuns."
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 3:56 pm
This was enough to content Marcus, and he stared at the shriveled rose in his fist. "But you," he began, galled at the thought. He gave his head a little shake, pacifying himself by accepting that this was one of Terryn's mysteries. "You like the room, then?"
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