CHAPTER FIVEClola stood staring at the door that Mrs. Forse had closed behind her and, as she turned to look towards the great bed, she was suddenly afraid.
Afraid of the hatred that the housekeeper had spat at her, afraid of the hatred she had felt emanating from the Duke during the Marriage Ceremony.
It seemed to be closing in on her and she was aware that in what had always been the enemy’s camp she was alone, far from her own family and everything that was familiar.
She had a longing to be with those who bore her name, who were celebrating outside what she felt would be a ‘mockery of a marriage’.
Without really thinking and carried by an impulse that was stronger than thought, she opened the door of her bedroom and crossed the wide corridor trying to find another room that would lo
