“Victoria! The Duke’s here.”
Victoria crumpled the letter. “I refuse to marry that cad Mama.”
“Do you want us to rot in debtors prison? Come along now. He has the money and the means. That’s all that matters.” With that her mother thrust her into the summer room.
The Duke stopped his pacing and bowed low. “Victoria. You looking stunning.”
Eyes glittering, lips curling, she bobbed a curtsy.
He flinched but he went down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
Victoria hesitated, but couldn’t dissemble. “I love another.”
The Duke straightened. “Richard?”
“Whom you scared off with your cheap tricks and threats.” She raised her chin. “I demand satisfaction.”
His lips twitched. “You want to duel?”
Victoria ground her teeth. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to run a sword through you.”
“You just did.” He coughed. “Just think, what better way to punish me than to marry me?”
“You still want to marry me?”
“I am not Richard to be scared off so easily.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy and photo by Louise – a story in 175 words or less. Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting, thank you Louise for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
I am a huge fan of Georgette Heyer, Jane Austen and Victorian era romances so when I saw the photo, I couldn’t resist 😀
I wonder if it worked? Do let me know. Thanks!