Michelle Willingham - The Accidental Princess

London, 1855

S he could feel his eyes watching her from across the room. Like an invisible protector, warning away anyone who would bother her. Lady Hannah Chesterfield smiled at one of the ballroom guests, but she hadnt heard a word the woman had said. Instead, she was all too aware of Lieutenant Thorpes gaze and the forbidden nature of his thoughts.

Though shed only met him a few weeks ago, she hadnt forgotten his intensity. Nor the way hed stared at her like a delectable sweet he wanted but couldnt have.

Hed brushed his lips upon the back of her hand when her brother had introduced them. The unexpected kiss had made her skin flush, awakening the strange desire to move closer to him. He looked as though he wanted to kiss every inch of her, and the thought made her body tremble. His interest had been undeniable.

It was nearing midnight, the hour of secret liaisons. More than a few ladies had disappeared into the garden with a companion, only to return with twigs in their hair and swollen lips.

Hannah wondered what it would be like to indulge in such wickedness, feeling a mans mouth against her lips, his hands touching her the way a lover would. There was something about the Lieutenant that was dangerous. Unpredictable. He didnt belong here among Londons elite, and yet he fascinated her.

She risked a glance and saw him leaning against the back wall, a glass of lemonade in one hand. His black tailcoat was too snug across his broad shoulders, as though he couldnt afford one that fit. His matching waistcoat accentuated his lean form, while the white cravat he wore had a careless tilt to it. His dark hair was too long, and he was clean-shaven, unlike the current fashion.

His mouth gave a slight lift, as though daring her to come and speak to him. She couldnt possibly do such a thing.

Why was he here tonight? It wasnt as if Lieutenant Thorpe could seek a wife from among the ladies. He might be an officer, but he did not possess a title. Furthermore, if it werent for his unlikely friendship with her brother Stephen, the Lieutenant wouldnt have been allowed inside Rothburne House.

Hannah! A hand waved in front of her face, and she forced herself to pay heed to her mother, who had crossed the room to speak with her.

Youre woolgathering again, my dear. Stand up straight and smile. The Baron of Belgrave is coming to claim his dance with you. With a slight titter, Christine Chesterfield added, Oh, I do hope the two of you get on. He would make such a dashing husband for you. Hes so handsome and well-mannered.

An unsettled feeling rose up in her stomach. Mother, I dont want to wed the baron.

Why? Whatever is wrong with Lord Belgrave? Christine demanded.

I dont know. Something. It feels wrong.