Chapter fifteen

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Chapter fifteen


"How the devil do you control yourself?" Jonathan growled as he paced his chambers. He had tried going down to the village to mayhap get some relief, but to no avail. No wench seemed appeasing enough and he mayhap, possibly, slightly, very slightly, perhaps, though he highly doubted it, may have felt some guilt in doing the deed. Jonathan cussed again.
If he hadn't been feeling guilty, he had been comparing all the wench's to a certain dainty female he knew.

Edward smirked in his friend's direction, not offering much help.

"Tis called the power of will, which you are sorely lacking, my poor chap."

Jonathan scowled.

"My will is strong, I have gone a whole year without fulfilling my desires."

Edward pretended to yawn. "Merely a year? T'was not a long time. Try six plus years."

Jonathan winced. "That is what I want to understand, how?"

Edward looked at Jonathan for a moment, contemplating whether he should inform his friend or not, although he should already understand.

"Tis a small matter called love."

Jonathan's scowl deepened while Edward continued to talk.

"I love Annabelle, and I shan't lay with another woman, her kisses would have to suffice. Mind you, I wouldn't have to wait so long if it weren't for you." Edward added, his mood turning sour.

"My apologies...I understand it can be quite difficult...and hard." Jonathan smirked.

"Bastard."

Jonathan took a bow.

"When are you two to wed?"

"Seeing as Annabelle doesn't want to steal the moment away from you and our Pastry, after the two of you are wed." Edward answered accusingly.

"That's preposterous." Jonathan barked, his brows knitting together. Edward and Annabelle deserved to be wed, they shouldn't be waiting for him, shouldn't had to.

"That's Annabelle." Edward grumbled, his eyes glazing over slightly as he thought of his love.

"In my humble opinion you should have wed already."

"Give over, Jonathan." Edward growled in warning.

Jonathan held his tongue, opting for a different technique as his mind began to spin.

"At least tell me you had her wedding dress made."

"No need, she wanted to wear her mother's wedding dress. I had the dress altered to fit her as well as tweaked the designs. Tis ready." Edward smiled as he recalled the dress.

Jonathan smiled, his eyes shining with warmth.

"Her mother's? Tis at Davidson's castle then?"

"Nay, tis at Dracmore."

The two stayed silent, lost in thought for but a moment before returning to the matter at hand.

"Tis alright, Johnny, I understand it can be quite difficult and... Hard. But you shall bear through it." Edward smirked.

Before Jonathan could retort, there was a quick knock on his door followed by it opening.

"I didn't say you could enter."

"I need not your permission, I've cleaned your backside." Albert answered as he walked in the room carrying a try.

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Jonathan's face colored. "The nursemaid cleaned my backside."

"My dear lord, did you assume you were an easy child? Nay. Ye gave everyone a hard time, even the nursemaid did not wish to tend to you."

"You-"

"Language, Johnny. And look what you have done to your chambers?! What is the meaning of this?" Albert glanced around the room. There was clothing on every piece of furniture.

"Eddie, mind you clearing the table."

Edward took Jonathan's tunic and threw it at him, smirking when it hit him in the face.

Albert placed the tray on the table. No sooner had he done so, Edward removed the cover to reveal different types of tarts.

"Cook sent these for the lord barbarians. Now, Johnny, what is the meaning of this mess? What problem couldn't you possibly solve that you had to make a bigger problem?"

Jonathan glowered at his steward, but before he could answer, Edward quickly spoke up.

"The poor man is frustrated, his-"

"That's enough." Jonathan growled as he threw a pair of trousers Edward's way.

Albert arched a brow.

"Have a tart, Jonathan."

Jonathan glowered at both men before taking a seat.

"These are for tonight?"

"Nay, these are for your wedding day feast. Cook would like to know which ones you would prefer."

"She knows what I prefer." Jonathan grunted as he took a bite of one of the tarts.

Albert shrugged. "She was being pleasant, my lord."

"I like this one, and this one, this one is divine." Edward nearly moaned as he stuffed his face.

"Do try to pay attention to my wedding ceremony rather than stuff your face."

"I'll see what I can do." Edward winked.

"Berk." Jonathan laughed.

"Why did you not ask Katherine what she would prefer?"

"Annabelle is with miss Andrewson as we speak." Albert assured.

Jonathan nodded but said no more regarding the matter.

"Father should end this charade, I've already chosen a bride." Jonathan tried another tart, thinking about tonight's fiasco he would have to brave through. He loathed the damned events.

"Now, now, my lord, his lordship is devoted to his entertainment."

Jonathan grunted but did not comment.

"I like all of them, as Cook is well aware, whatever Katherine favors, plan that into the meal."

Albert nodded as he took the empty tray.

"Very well, my lord. Would you care to inform me about your chambers?"

"I was merely looking for something to wear."

"I see." Albert arched a brow as he surveyed the chamber once more.

"Yes, there is nothing more to it."

"I see."

"Yes." Jonathan shifted in his seat.

"I assume you did not find what you were looking for?" An air of amusement laced his voice.

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