Chapter 27

Jacqueline nibbled on her lip, waiting for Dominic to leave the study so she could have some privacy. Maybe see Anna and Peter again. Maybe see Amelia and William again.

He sat at his desk. Surrounded by papers and inkwells dried. He had been their since noon and the evening was going to approach soon. The sun lit the drawing room, that Jacqueline sat in. The day had been long, apart from asking if she would like to take afternoon tea Dominic had not talked to her whole day.

He had poured some hot tea into two warm cups and gently passed it to her. She had thanked him and he had returned to his desk. The door knocked and she rushed to open it, a servant held it and she quietly sank back into her seat.

Ten men strode in confidently. All wearing big smiles on their faces, they bowed to Jacqueline and then stood waiting for their leader to speak."My lord," He bowed towards Dominic again.

This time Dominic looked up."You have come to talk about the arrangements?"

"Your plan sir, we tested it today with his majesty's approval and it worked magnificently," Lord Smith commented with a chirp."Francis is to leave for his palace in Paris to execute it there."

He refered to the plan that Francis had wanted in place. The king pacing with worry and irritation he had ordered his swords master to come up with a plan to cover the whole of the estate. Including the shore and it's area. Dominic had spent that whole evening, not even sleeping, but planning the security of the whole castle.

"I am glad it worked so efficiently." Dominic said although his mind was on his current body's state.

Afterwards, it had been day break and he had slept for an hour before his wife woke up. On Francis' advice he had kept her with him the whole day. Francis had not told him why, instead he shooed Dominic out and went to bed. Dominic had spent the rest of the day planning the security for the outer area including the shores and the land closest to it.

Dominc nodded."I have been calculating the costs an-"

"My lord, if I may be so bold, there is a woman amongst us." Another man, Lord Winterthorn snarled. His gaze on Jacqueline. Heated grey eyes lacked the passion of a family man, wedded man. Only the aura of a lonely man and a fighter was clear as he held a sword in his left hand."She may faint if she hear such bloodshed, her body may be use to the body of a man, looking at her beauty and her bosom, but not the actions of a true one."

"Hold your tongue Winterthorn! It is my wife and as your commanding officer I suggest you treat her with more respect or go and explain to his Majesty of your barabic opinions towards the Countess."

Winterthorn clenched his fist, Francis was polite to woman and would have his throat at his disrespect- he could have his way with tavern women but not a noble one, and he remembered his place and bowed to Jacqueline,"I apologise I did not know it was her lady ship."

Jacqueline said nothing and got up curtesying to the men."I pray you excuse me husband?"

"I will see you at dinner, have Amelia escort you around the casltle." Jacqueline nodded and left the room. She would do no such thing but if it got her out the room she would be glad to pretend. She wondered how he knew she was with Amelia anyway...

Scanning the area she could see a large increase of guards. Especially near Francis' private chambers. She looked up at the celing and saw the reflection of many men at the bottom floor marching around.

Jacqueline adjusted her hat and headed to find the Wilson residence. Listening to Dominic's low volume rumbling she had heard they were in the east wing and close to his majesty's chambers. That was logical. Wilson was a Duke and Anna a Duchess, the closest to Prince and King in title.

Jacqueline spoke to the guard in front of the door. Indeed their was more security and he stated the Duchess had gone out. She was about to depart after she thanked the guard when she ran into James."Lord Wilson,"

"My lady countess," He took her hand and kissed it gently. She curtised low and did not get up until he spoke."You have just come from my room?" His voice and expression were both confused.

"No, your grace. I was looking for Anna." She replied truthfully.

"Ah, my wife." He said the words so softly as if they would crumble beneath his polished riding boots."You have become acquainted ?"

"Yes, your grace. The duchess is ever so witty and kind. I could not think of a better friend."

"Or a better wife?" Wilson replied with his eyes closed remembering their sweetest kiss. Jacqueline looked at his bliss expression before she coughed indiscreetly. "Forgive me, I shall escort you to find her. The palace walls are much more dangerous than they use to be."

She accepted his elbow."Dangerous, your grace?"

"A female courtier was almost robbed yesterday. Anna seeing it told his masjety but did not know the name of her brave rescuer or the victim. He has increased guards, and I will also help by making sure you find my wife safely. Where would you like to start, my lady?"

Jacqueline paled incredibly and stuttered as she spoke.

"I-I we could ask her maid, your grace. She would at least of known what clothing her mistress was wearing even if not where she was going."

"Wise thinking, my lady. Her chambers are down the stairs." Wilsons voice rumbled down as they walked down the servants stairs. It was exactly what Jacqueline expected.

Basic. A long row of doors only lightened by windows. But she admitted they were clean and smelt of oak, a candle was held beside every door. Not lightened as it was not dark, the floor wouldn't be too dark in the evening. The crest of the family was on the door and Wilson pointed to his.

Jacqueline did not knock, she did not know why, but she thought there was no point and she opened the door. She gasped and shut the door quickly."No one is in there, your grace. We should check some other rooms."

Wilson furrowed his eyebrows. "You are hiding something, my lady."

"There is nothing to hide, it was just the maid changing." She chuckled nervously, Jacqueline thought of a way to prolong this but she couldn't. "It would be rude to interrupt her."

James stood in front of her, he stepped closer and started breathing heavily. He knew she was lying. He could see it as her chest heaved and she fluttered her eye lashes. She was a terrible liar. Her behaviour changed too quickly to be credible.

But he would wait till she moved. He towered above her and focused on the door. It was slient, very slient. Jacqueline was very protective of the door. James held his breath, he would give her three seconds and then open the door. Hearing a scream of pleasure, James pushed Jacqueline out the way and opened the door.

His wife! The spawn of Eve!"ANNE!"

His wife. His other half. Her long tumbling hair hid part of her face as she began to wind down. Her hips reduced in movement, her hair cloaked her body and she took a deep breath to relax her used muscles, and to reduce her fear. Her partner was wearing the same as she. Hair and nothing more.

Anne stopped groaning and Peter stopped thrusting. It was too late though. James looked thunderous but he stood and waited for their next actions. Peter removed himself from Anna's body carefully and groaned sexually fustrated. His member which was in Anna a moment ago, stood proud and it ired James even more.

He did not look James in the eye instead he put on his hose and shirt and sat quietly beside Anna."My lord, I meant no offence."

James wanted to cuff the little twit! The Marquis being his wife's age of seventeen was a much more handsome and sexually active. Less duties upon him then James he obviously had more time to fuck about."Anna, please get dressed." He said coldly.

Anna did as she was told. She slowly removed her covers off the bed and all three others in the room watches as her gloried red hair shielded her lusting body. She found her chemise and petticoat and Jacqueline helped her put it on.

Finding the green forest dress she was wearing and the golden stomacher she wore on top she was complete. She was a mess however and the blushed seeped into her face as James glared, confused."Marquis excuse us."

"I will not let you harm her." Peter said."I will take responsibility for my actions, please don't punish her."

"She is my wife I will do what I want." James countered in a low voice.

The Marquis' body loosened. He knew James was right. He had fucked with his wife and James owned her no matter how many times he told himself he owned her body and soul. James Wilson owned her in paper and that was the most important thing. He had shamed the man also and he owed him some sort of respect.

"He will not harm her sir. I will make sure of it." Jacqueline comforted him and he nodded. He kissed Anna on the cheek and left the room.

James stood rigid. Anna sat quietly, as emotionless as a porcelain doll. Paitened perfectly. Her hair tangled and flowing to her back she sat awaiting her punishment.

James took a deep breath. She had hurt him. But he could not hurt her."The porters will transport your things. You may," He corrected himself as he looked at her bare feet and his eyes travelled to the love bite on her shoulder."Will leave tonight. Do not dishonour yourself and return to my estates."

He walked out the room and slammed the door. Anna hiccuped."I wish for privacy."

Jacqueline hugged her and rushed out to find James.

Author's Note: What do you think of Lord James Wilson? I feel bad for him. Anyway I hope your enjoying it: Vote, comment and all that jazzle. They have gone down a little which put my mood down but I'm still glad with the support I'm receiving.

Also I am sorry for the mistakes, I'm currently writing on my iPod as my laptop's gone. But I felt mean withholding it so I will hopefully edit later.