I imagined this story in the last days, but I'm not sure if I will continue it.
It will depend on your feedbacks.
Calixte, thank you for your review on this part.
Enjoy the reading.
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Part 1
Glancing to the wall clock, Lady Katherine Spencer was startled to notice that it was already 10:30 AM, time for her daily appointment with her husband. Standing up from her desk, where she had been working with her correspondence, she fixed her hair and dress and glided through the corridor to the west side of the manor in the direction of his study.
With elegant measured steps she followed on and sighed, knowing that William would not be pleased by her delay even if it were for a few mere seconds. He was very strict with punctuality; and always had his day carefully planned. For someone who did not know him, this information could make him seem a boring man, but in fact it was really the opposite. He had so much energy, and usually got involved in so many different things that in order to accommodate his many interests he really needed a strict organization. She enjoyed these morning meetings, and she thought that he did also, as it was one of the few occasions that they could talk in private and enjoy each other's company, away from the servant's eyes. He would usually tell her about guests or people he planned to invite for dinner in the next days, and she reported to him the status of the manor administration and asked for advice in issues with her charitable activities, the servant's issues or purchases she intended to see to. When she finally arrived she gave a slight knock on the heavy mahogany door and opened it, her heart accelerating a bit as it always did when she was about to see him, ... only to find the studio empty.
Disappointed, she entered the studio and closed the door behind herself. In these six months of marriage he had never been late for anything.
He must be busy somewhere else,
she thought,
I will wait for him here.
She went to the chair in front of his desk and sat gracefully, fixing her skirts and her hair; wanting to look beautiful for her husband.
Their marriage had delighted the London society. At thirty years old William was one of London's most sought-after and eligible bachelors in town, and he had showed no inclination for marriage until Katherine had debuted last season at seventeen years old. In her first ball he had surprised her parents and the society matrons by asking her to dance twice in the same night. In the next day he had gone to her family's house in Regence Park and had talked to her father. They had married 4 months later on her eighteenth birthday and had been married for the last six months. Her royal bloodline was a perfect match for his own and everybody had commented that her white-blond hair and mauve blue eyes did a perfect contrast with his dark completion. His Grace, the Duke Marshall was a very handsome man. He was tall, broad shouldered, with black hair, blue-green eyes and a wide mouth. Although most people found him an intimidating character, Katherine didn't feel scared or intimidated in his presence. She felt safe... safe and cherished.
Lost in her thoughts she was startled to notice that more than 15 minutes had passed and William had not arrived yet. Annoyed, her eyes wandered through his desk to pause on a large book with a strange design the cover. Knowing that her husband would not mind if she distracted herself while waiting for him she took the book in her hands and noticed that it was a sketchbook. Painting was one of William's many interests. He was a very talented artist, especially with charcoal portraits. She opened the sketchbook and smiled when she found a portrait of herself reading a book. She turned the pages and found many other sketches of herself in many different activities and positions.
