A Royal Kiss and Tell

Residents of Mayfair are hosting a flurry of summer gatherings before they depart for the cooler climes of the country.

Warm days lead to long walks in the park and proper courting. We have on good authority that the daughter of an earl who many considered to be too plain to receive an offer has won the esteem of the very gentleman she has most admired.

The sister of a popular baron is thought to be the Favorite of this summer season, as gentlemen are vying for her generous dowry. Bets placed at gentlemen’s clubs are running in favor of a young viscount from Leeds.

Ladies, experts advise that the secret to a clear and smooth complexion, be you fair or brown, is to limit excess in all things, including food and drink, exercise and pleasure.

—Honeycutt’s Gazette of Fashion and

Domesticity for Ladies

WHAT A SPECTACULAR week it had been. And not in a good way. The good news was that Jacleen was safely tucked away with Isidora in Mr. Cressidian’s large house, but in the course of it all, Leo’s reputation had taken a sound beating.

He’d bungled the rescue of Jacleen in Arundel, which didn’t surprise him in the least. How was he to have known the duchess was in labor? How was he to have known that Henry would pick that night, of all nights, to visit the poor Weslorian girl at four o’clock in the morning? Really, he would think that given the arguing he’d heard between the duke and duchess on the night of their arrival, and given the duchess’s precarious state, Henry might have managed to keep his cock in his pants. He’d sorely misjudged his former friend.

Leo had made his way to the kitchen in what he thought would be the dead of night, a quarter to four in the morning. But as he’d neared the kitchen in the dark, he heard the banging of pots and pans. He was surprised to find the cook building a fire under a large hanging pot. She didn’t notice him at first, not until she stood and turned. And when she did, she cried out with alarm.

Leo wasn’t certain what to say for himself, so the two of them engaged in something of a silent standoff until a footman came in the back door with two buckets. He looked at the cook, then at Leo, then at the cook again. And then the three of them stared at one another until Leo realized he was the only one who could end the stalemate. “Pardon me,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I think I’m a bit lost. I’ll just show myself—”

Before he could finish his sentence, however, Jacleen appeared. She was tying an apron around her waist as she walked into the kitchen from the same hallway the footman had used. Her dark hair was piled carelessly on top of her head, as if she’d done it in a rush. She paused to take in the scene, and even in the dim light of the kitchen, Leo could see the dark circles under her eyes.

He did the only thing he knew to do and seized the opportunity. “Jacleen,” he said, and continued in Weslorian, “I am here to help you.”

She looked confused, uncertain. She looked to the cook as if she thought the older woman would explain it all to her.

Leo repeated himself. She still said nothing. He wondered if he might have said something wrong. Alucian and Weslorian were closely related but not identical, and his Weslorian had never been very good. He’d stood there with the servants looking on, feeling alarmed that he’d botch things so utterly in their presence. He spoke again in Weslorian. “Gather your things and come with me. At once.”

“Jacleen?”

The sound of Henry’s voice was like a punch to Leo’s belly. He’d jerked around to see his old school friend standing there in shirtsleeves and trousers. Henry should have been upstairs waiting on the birth of his child, so Leo had needed a moment to understand what he was doing in the kitchen. A very short moment, however, because the blood drained from Jacleen’s face.

“Is it time, Your Grace?” the cook asked eagerly.

“What? No, not yet,” Henry had said dismissively. His gaze was locked on Jacleen, and Leo couldn’t help but notice how the cook and the footman averted their gazes. They had seen this play before, had learned to avert their eyes when the duke came downstairs. And that made Leo irrationally angry—Henry was using this girl like a piece of meat.