“Do you have anything you should be doing?”
“I need to write my brother, let him know we arrived in York and see what’s going on in Kent and how long he thinks we should stay here before returning.”
“Excellent.”
“I came up with an idea. We wait for Arthur’s reply and see what he says. We could take the train to London and spend a couple of days before returning to Kent.”
“That would be fun. Does your family have a box at one of the theaters?”
“I’m not sure, but I could ask Arthur.”
She smiled. “Why don’t you go to the study and write your letter? I’ll order you some tea before I go upstairs to change clothes.”
“Perhaps I should wait on my letter to Arthur and help you.”
“I think you should write your letter. If you don’t do it now, it won’t go out until tomorrow.”
Sighing, Charles nodded his head. She was right, but the moment he finished, he intended to have his cock buried deep inside her. “You’re right. Why don’t you join me when you’ve changed?”
“Very well. Let me order you some tea and head upstairs,” she replied.
He watched her as she sashayed across the remainder of the hall. She would go to the kitchens for the tea unless she ran across the housekeeper and then upstairs to change.
Finding the study, he rang for someone to come start a fire. It was damp in the room and it surprised him that one hadn’t been lit. Walking around the room, he decided to wait until he got the fire situation under control before he commenced with his letter to his brother. It took no time for someone to answer his call. The young maid brought a bucket with coal and proceeded to get a fire lit. Charles made sure to thank her as he could tell she was nervous, leading him to believe she had forgotten to light the fire in the study.
He sat down at the desk and began looking through the drawers for paper and pen. Quickly, he placed everything on the desktop exactly as he wanted it. As he was about to pick up the pen, a knock on the door was followed by a footman pushing a trolley filled with a teapot, small sandwiches, and cakes. He noted there was two of everything. Cathryn was joining him. That made him smile.
He rose and strode over to the cart to fix himself a cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches and a scone. This time when he sat down, he placed the tea in a specific location to his right and the plate at the top.
Picking up the pen, he held it for a moment before writing. He informed Arthur that they had married in Gretna Green and if he hadn’t heard, they were in York. Charles mentioned her parents had tracked them to Scotland, but by the time they did,it was too late, and they were on their way out of town en route to York.
He asked his brother what they should do next, that he and Cathryn had talked about a couple of different options. Kent and London being among them. He mentioned his longing to get himself and his bride settled.
He ended the short letter with a note that he would await word from him before leaving York. Charles was surprised how easy it was to write to his twin. Even though they’d spent much of their lives apart and not knowing about the other or having vague memories of the other, Charles still felt a closeness to Arthur.
Deep in thought, he didn’t hear his bride enter the room. He was busy addressing his letter when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind as her lush lips kissed his cheek.
“Perfect timing, my love. I’m just finishing up.”
“So I see. You never touched your tea.”
“I forgot about it. Since I’m done, would you like to sit near the fire and enjoy some tea?”
She sat down on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “I’d actually like you to do naughty things to me, but a cup of tea might be the perfect teaser to that.”
He was caught off guard. He hadn’t seen this side of her. Not that he didn’t like it; he was just knocked off balance. They hadn’t coupled since the first night as he was trying to be respectful of any discomfort she might be feeling. Obviously, if she truly had any discomfort now, she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“Let me call and have someone take this letter.”
“I’ll take your tea and plate and get you a fresh cup while you do that.”
He said nothing, simply nodding as he rose and walked to the bell pull. Rejoining Cathryn, Charles noted she added sugar toher cup. When he sat down next to her, she picked up the other steaming hot tea and placed it in front of him.
“I took the liberty and added clotted cream and strawberry jam to your plate. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.”
A quick knock on the door and a footman entered. “There’s a letter on the corner of my desk which needs to go out today,” Charles instructed the young man.
