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speaking them to me! ‘Dearly beloved…’ he began. The Duke, instead of keeping his eyes on my father, as was custom, kept his eyes firmly trained on me as the words were spoken. Or, more correctly, he kept them upon my bosom.

    ‘I require an’ charge yer both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed…’ continued my father, in the most solemn voice I had ever heard him use. It was such a strange affair, to behold my father reading these words aloud to me , that I quite forgot to listen to the content, until suddenly I grew aware that he was questioning me.  

    ‘Wilt thou obey ‘im, and serve ‘im…?’ asked my father.

    I looked up at the Duke, who cast me a dark, piercing look, and then I looked at my father, swallowed, and nodded.

    Eventually, my father pronounced myself and the Duke man and wife, and told the Duke that he may now kiss me, should he so wish. The Duke firmly shook his head, and asked my father for the manacles he had commissioned him to make last night.  

    My father proudly retrieved them, and them held them out for the Duke to inspect. ‘Unbreakable,’ he said.

    The Duke was standing in front of my in such a way that I hadn’t yet seen these mysterious objects, but when he turned and showed them to me, I realised immediately, with a terrible dread, what these objects were. Another thing about Gretna Green that I haven’t told you that, is that occasionally we get policemen travelling through the village, carrying with them carriages of criminals that they are taking up to prison in Edinburgh, when the prisons in the north of England are too crowded. And I have many times before seen what they were wearing, but never known their name, until now. Manacles .

    No sooner had I realised what they were, than the Duke had grabbed my wrist towards him, and shackled me into the iron wrings, my hands chained together like a wretched criminal. I looked pleadingly at my father, but he had turned his back, counting out his purse of money.

    Without saying a word to me, my new husband ushered me along the path, away from my home, and, as if he was herding a cow to slaughter, he ushered me into his carriage, and then I heard the whip of the carriage boys’ whip, and we drove off, south of the border, for my first foray into England, as the Duke of Leamington’s prisoner bride.

Chapter 13

    The carriage ride down to Leamington was bumpy, and the Duke said little to me, except phrases such as ‘sit still’, ‘be good’, and ‘silence please’, if I ever tried to talk. I know not how, but I sensed, somehow, that he wanted to touch me. His eyes did not stray to the pleasant English countryside once, but instead stayed on me and my bosom, as they had done during our entire acquaintance so far.

    We stopped at once point for the carriage boy to feed water to the horses, and I heard the Duke breathing heavily beside me, his hands moving in his lap, but I did not dare look down there , for I had seen only one man between the legs and that was my father, and it was quite, quite terrifying.

    Eventually, after many hours, during which I had been jostled around so much that my precious little sex had grown quite sore from being bumped around so much, we reached Leamington. And when I say that we reached Leamington, that does not quite give justice to the place that we arrived. For it was a palace!

    The outside was built of some white stone that I had never seen, that looked heavenly, like something I might have seen in my father’s Bible. There were far more than two storeys, too! The enormous erection went four, five, six storeys up… I stuck my head out of the carriage and counted them myself!

    ‘Goodness…’ I breathed, wondering whether I could forgive my husband his… eccentricities… if I was to live in a place like this.

    He herded me inside, then, once we were inside of the house, welcomed in by an old butler, and a