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“This way, if we fall, we fall together. And hopefully, you land on top of me" - Julius Devereux”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
“She's tolerable looking at best. I'd rather dance with an orangutan in the jungle then a peasant girl who likely smells of three-day-old cod" - Julius Devereux”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
“I see.” Julius reclined in the chair and crossed one of his long legs over the other, his face deep in thought. “Your sisters take after your mother more than you do. Although your resemblance of her is still apparent,” he nodded at her, apparently uninhibited by the inappropriate intimacy of the entire conversation.
“In what way do I resemble my mother?” she asked cautiously.
“You have her lips.”
Eden started, and her tea splashed over her saucer. “I—do?”
His eyes fell to them, and something in his eyes darkened. “Unfortunately. And you inherited the fine almond shape of her eyes. But the eyebrows, the intelligence in your eyes, the mischief in them—those are from your father.”
Eden was astonished. Never had she been thus spoken to. Her face was scarlet. “Are there any other features of mine you wish to trace to their parentage?” she managed.
His eyes flicked over her bosom, tightly buttoned up beneath the faded bodice, past her disappearing waist to the curved, perky bottom perched so tensely on the chair. "The curves I must attribute to the mother, but the lightness of figure, the graceful athleticism, and restlessness to the father."
A great din of a clanging from outside had drown out his words so she could not hear them.
“I beg your pardon?” Eden said over the din.
“The stage coach,” was all he said.
“Oh,” was her only reply. The clanging finished. “I’m afraid I missed what you said earlier.”
"Nothing of import." He leaned forward for another grape.”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
“In what way do I resemble my mother?” she asked cautiously.
“You have her lips.”
Eden started, and her tea splashed over her saucer. “I—do?”
His eyes fell to them, and something in his eyes darkened. “Unfortunately. And you inherited the fine almond shape of her eyes. But the eyebrows, the intelligence in your eyes, the mischief in them—those are from your father.”
Eden was astonished. Never had she been thus spoken to. Her face was scarlet. “Are there any other features of mine you wish to trace to their parentage?” she managed.
His eyes flicked over her bosom, tightly buttoned up beneath the faded bodice, past her disappearing waist to the curved, perky bottom perched so tensely on the chair. "The curves I must attribute to the mother, but the lightness of figure, the graceful athleticism, and restlessness to the father."
A great din of a clanging from outside had drown out his words so she could not hear them.
“I beg your pardon?” Eden said over the din.
“The stage coach,” was all he said.
“Oh,” was her only reply. The clanging finished. “I’m afraid I missed what you said earlier.”
"Nothing of import." He leaned forward for another grape.”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
“I see.” Julius reclined in the chair and crossed one of his long legs over the other, his face deep in thought. “Your sisters take after your mother more than you do. Although your resemblance of her is still apparent,” he nodded at her, apparently uninhibited by the inappropriate intimacy of the entire conversation.
“In what way do I resemble my mother?” she asked cautiously.
“You have her lips.”
Eden started, and her tea splashed over her saucer. “I—do?”
His eyes fell to them, and something in his eyes darkened. “Unfortunately. And you inherited the fine almond shape of her eyes. But the eyebrows, the intelligence in your eyes, the mischief in them—those are from your father.”
Eden was astonished. Never had she been thus spoken to. Her face was scarlet. “Are there any other features of mine you wish to trace to their parentage?” she managed.
His eyes flicked over her bosom, tightly buttoned up beneath the faded bodice, past her disappearing waist to the curved, perky bottom perched so tensely on the chair. "The curves I must attribute to the mother, but the lightness of figure, the graceful athleticism, and restlessness to the father."
A great din of a clanging from outside had drown out his words so she could not hear them.
“I beg your pardon?” Eden said over the din.
“The stage coach,” was all he said.
“Oh,” was her only reply. The clanging finished. “I’m afraid I missed what you said earlier.”
"Nothing of import." He leaned forward for another grape.”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
“In what way do I resemble my mother?” she asked cautiously.
“You have her lips.”
Eden started, and her tea splashed over her saucer. “I—do?”
His eyes fell to them, and something in his eyes darkened. “Unfortunately. And you inherited the fine almond shape of her eyes. But the eyebrows, the intelligence in your eyes, the mischief in them—those are from your father.”
Eden was astonished. Never had she been thus spoken to. Her face was scarlet. “Are there any other features of mine you wish to trace to their parentage?” she managed.
His eyes flicked over her bosom, tightly buttoned up beneath the faded bodice, past her disappearing waist to the curved, perky bottom perched so tensely on the chair. "The curves I must attribute to the mother, but the lightness of figure, the graceful athleticism, and restlessness to the father."
A great din of a clanging from outside had drown out his words so she could not hear them.
“I beg your pardon?” Eden said over the din.
“The stage coach,” was all he said.
“Oh,” was her only reply. The clanging finished. “I’m afraid I missed what you said earlier.”
"Nothing of import." He leaned forward for another grape.”
― The Black Knight: A Marriage of True Minds Series
