wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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Katherine Marston had never been so happy as she was on her wedding day. Her parents had both died when she was a child. She and her fortune had been cared for by her gentle grandfather since her parents passing. He was a kind man, but very quiet and too elderly to be much company to a young child.
Katherine, or Katie as her grandfather called her, was a beauty. Her long dark hair, framed her porcelain face. She was petite and her features were delicate, except for her big brown doe-like eyes. Lord Benjamin Morgan had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her from across the room. She had been in a gathering of young women, making them laugh as she told them a story. He asked her to dance and three months later, he asked her grandfather for her hand in marriage.
The wedding had been small but romantic. Her grandfather gave her away and the ceremony was witnessed by Lord James Morgan, the groom’s elder brother. Both men were dashing and handsome. But James was brooding and aloof, where Benjamin was charming and effusive. He wanted the whole world to know he was in love with his Katie. After the wedding her belongings were crated up and they traveled to Morgan Manor. Her dowry was secured into the Morgan treasury and the lovebirds traveled the English countryside wrapped in each other’s arms.
Benjamin carried his bride over the threshold. He had had several lovers, but he knew his Katie was chaste. He took her to his bed chamber and kissed and coaxed and reassured her until he had her petite form undressed. He adored her body in ways she had never imagined. He unpinned her hair and watched it fall around her bare shoulders. He kissed her delicate skin from her throat to her silky calves and everywhere in between. She only whimpered a little when he pressed inside of her for the first time. He kissed her, covering her mouth as he took her maidenhead. But she was a responsive lover and soon, her body writhed beneath his in pleasure.
And that is how the first months of their marriage progressed. Katie made herself at home in the manor, supervising the staff and filling her days with books and needlework while James and Benjamin took care of the lands and the tenants.
Katie tried to get to know James, but he sort of frightened her. He seemed to glare at her and his good looks were imposing. He was very handsome and had a reputation for being a scandalous rake. But Katie remained friendly and always made sure to ask before she took books from his study.
That morning, Benjamin had kissed her goodbye as she read by the fireplace. There was a tenant who was behind on his rent and there were rumors he was feeding his family by pilfering from the Morgan herds of sheep. Benjamin was going to visit the man, to straighten out the problem. Katie nodded as he told her, but she didn’t look up from her book. She whispered an “I love you.” She didn’t know it would be her last chance to see Benjamin.
She would never forget the horse hooves pounding in the courtyard or the loud voices. It was Myers, one of the Morgan family servants. There was blood on his shirt when he came barreling through the door asking for Lord James. Katie had stood but she was terrified to go to the door. In her heart, she knew that something terrible had happened. She knew it was Benjamin.
Mrs. Myers, the housekeeper, was at her side. Clucking about getting her a cup of tea, or having her go to her bed. But Katie couldn’t move.
“The Doctor should be called.” Katie managed to make her voice work. But Myers just lowered his head. That is when Katie began to cry, the sob ripping through her chest.
“Yes, the Doctor should be called. For Lady Morgan.” Mrs. Meyers corrected her husband. Minutes later the doctor arrived. Mrs. Meyers fed her sips of a warm bitter drink and the world melted away. She could hear Lord James interrogating someone about Benjamin, but that was worlds away. Katie was sucked into a dark drowning slumber.
Katherine Marston had never been so happy as she was on her wedding day. Her parents had both died when she was a child. She and her fortune had been cared for by her gentle grandfather since her parents passing. He was a kind man, but very quiet and too elderly to be much company to a young child.
Katherine, or Katie as her grandfather called her, was a beauty. Her long dark hair, framed her porcelain face. She was petite and her features were delicate, except for her big brown doe-like eyes. Lord Benjamin Morgan had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her from across the room. She had been in a gathering of young women, making them laugh as she told them a story. He asked her to dance and three months later, he asked her grandfather for her hand in marriage.
The wedding had been small but romantic. Her grandfather gave her away and the ceremony was witnessed by Lord James Morgan, the groom’s elder brother. Both men were dashing and handsome. But James was brooding and aloof, where Benjamin was charming and effusive. He wanted the whole world to know he was in love with his Katie. After the wedding her belongings were crated up and they traveled to Morgan Manor. Her dowry was secured into the Morgan treasury and the lovebirds traveled the English countryside wrapped in each other’s arms.
Benjamin carried his bride over the threshold. He had had several lovers, but he knew his Katie was chaste. He took her to his bed chamber and kissed and coaxed and reassured her until he had her petite form undressed. He adored her body in ways she had never imagined. He unpinned her hair and watched it fall around her bare shoulders. He kissed her delicate skin from her throat to her silky calves and everywhere in between. She only whimpered a little when he pressed inside of her for the first time. He kissed her, covering her mouth as he took her maidenhead. But she was a responsive lover and soon, her body writhed beneath his in pleasure.
And that is how the first months of their marriage progressed. Katie made herself at home in the manor, supervising the staff and filling her days with books and needlework while James and Benjamin took care of the lands and the tenants.
Katie tried to get to know James, but he sort of frightened her. He seemed to glare at her and his good looks were imposing. He was very handsome and had a reputation for being a scandalous rake. But Katie remained friendly and always made sure to ask before she took books from his study.
That morning, Benjamin had kissed her goodbye as she read by the fireplace. There was a tenant who was behind on his rent and there were rumors he was feeding his family by pilfering from the Morgan herds of sheep. Benjamin was going to visit the man, to straighten out the problem. Katie nodded as he told her, but she didn’t look up from her book. She whispered an “I love you.” She didn’t know it would be her last chance to see Benjamin.
She would never forget the horse hooves pounding in the courtyard or the loud voices. It was Myers, one of the Morgan family servants. There was blood on his shirt when he came barreling through the door asking for Lord James. Katie had stood but she was terrified to go to the door. In her heart, she knew that something terrible had happened. She knew it was Benjamin.
Mrs. Myers, the housekeeper, was at her side. Clucking about getting her a cup of tea, or having her go to her bed. But Katie couldn’t move.
“The Doctor should be called.” Katie managed to make her voice work. But Myers just lowered his head. That is when Katie began to cry, the sob ripping through her chest.
“Yes, the Doctor should be called. For Lady Morgan.” Mrs. Meyers corrected her husband. Minutes later the doctor arrived. Mrs. Meyers fed her sips of a warm bitter drink and the world melted away. She could hear Lord James interrogating someone about Benjamin, but that was worlds away. Katie was sucked into a dark drowning slumber.