Bedazzled by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online

younger half-brother, India, son of the second wife, who is said to take her lovers from among her servants and tenants. Charming, indeed! I’m surprised a fellow as decent as Summers would associate with such a man. I hardly think Viscount Twyford suitable for you, Sister.”
    “You cannot blame the viscount for the behavior of either his elder half-brother or his mother, Henry. How unfair of you!” India cried. “I like him, and if he wishes to pay me his addresses, I shall welcome them. Say anything to Father about his unfortunate relations, and Father will know about that little housemaid at Greenwood you have been fucking in dark hallways. Didn’t think I knew, did you?”
    “God’s blood!” her brother swore. “How did you know?”
    “Are all men that noisy when they fuck?” India wondered aloud.
    The chevalier burst out laughing. “India, you have not changed, little cousin. I am so glad!” Then he paused a moment and said, “But Henry is correct in one sense, chérie. A man is rarely unlike his family in his behavior. Besides, you can do better than a mere viscount. You are the daughter of a marquis, the stepdaughter of a duke. You have a marquis for a brother and a duke for a brother, and that little duke is the king’s own nephew. Aye, chérie, you can do much better than a provincial little viscount.”
    “I shall do as I please,” India answered him, and he laughed once more. “I am not just well connected, but rich as well, René, and when you are rich, you can do as you please,” she told him.
    “Within the law,” her brother reminded her disapprovingly.

    While the queen struggled to find her way within this new court she had been married into, and her French household and the English court jockeyed for dominance, the younger, less important members of her train, led by the chevalier St. Justine, and the younger English courtiers became friendly. None of them cared for power. They simply wanted to have fun. It was summer. The weather was pleasant, and new to court, most of them found it exciting. Filled with youthful exuberance, they involved themselves in hunting and picnics, boating, tennis, and archery contests from dawn till dusk. Then they danced the night away, or took part in little masques. Often the young queen joined them, for like her late mother-in-law, Anne of Denmark, she loved such merriment. The king, however, who had enjoyed his mother’s revels in his youth, was now weighed down by his office, and not often amused.
    “I want to go to Queen’s Malvern,” Lady Fortune Lindley complained to her mother one warm and muggy morning. “Why must we remain here with the court? We have never followed the court. Soon summer will be at an end, and we shall be returning to Glenkirk, Mama.”
    “Your sister has entered society, and if we are ever to find her a husband, Fortune, we must remain with the court. Right now, all the eligible young men are here,” Jasmine explained to her middle daughter.
    “If India wants to remain here, fine!” Fortune said, “but can’t the rest of us go up to Queen’s Malvern? It isn’t just me. We all want to go, isn’t that so, Henry?”
    “I should be at Cadby,” her brother agreed, nodding.
    Jasmine looked to her children. “Charlie?” she said.
    “I have paid my respects to my uncle, Mama, and been presented to the queen,” Charles Frederick Stuart, the duke of Lundy replied. “It is not necessary for me to show myself at court again until the coronation, which my uncle, the king, says will be next winter.”
    The duchess of Glenkirk peered questioningly at her three Leslie sons.
    “We would rather be in the country, Mama,” said Patrick, speaking for himself and his two younger brothers, Adam and Duncan.
    “I suppose that we could send the seven of you to Queen’s Malvern,” Jasmine said thoughtfully, “and your father and I could remain here to chaperone India, but you would have to behave yourselves if I did,” she warned