Imagine the luxury of having someone whose sole duty in life was to make sure you were attired to perfection.
The bliss of it.
In It's Marriage or Ruin, Marcus is fortunate to have a valet.
An Excerpt with Robert speaking about being asked by the lady of the house to fetch a glass of water:
:
‘Water. A glass of water? To ferret out my chambers took her much effort and she didn’t even want the water that I got for her. I graciously forced myself to get it because I wanted to please her so she would leave me be—and she dunked a paintbrush in it.’
‘I will get her a lady’s maid.’ Marcus’s voice flowed lullaby smooth.
The valet forced words past his lips, enunciating each one. ‘I have sent a servant to wait on her, but that unwelcome person still seeks me out.’ Robert ran a hand through his white hair. ‘This isn’t the turn of events I expected. You have married in haste and I will repent in leisure.’
They went to the stairs.
Robert continued, affecting a woman’s voice as he followed Marcus. ‘“Open the door a crack. No, that is too open. No, that is too closed.”’
As they topped the stairs, Emilie waited, listening, and Marcus gave her a slight smile.
When Robert saw her, he said, politely to Marcus, ‘May I get you something, Lord Grayson?’
Twice, Marcus thought, twice Robert had addressed him as Lord Grayson. The man was upset.
He stared at Robert for a brief moment. Robert had a most calm demeanour, but a few strands of his hair were sticking straight up and that was not something Marcus had seen before.
Emilie glared at Robert and Robert looked over her as if she were not there.
‘Marc.’ Her head was high. ‘The servant...’ she pointed a finger at Robert ‘...threw a book at me.’
Robert glared at her. ‘It is not fitting for you to be in this servant’s bedchamber and I was merely bouncing it from the door in frustration in the hopes you would notice said door and leave.’
The bliss of it.
In It's Marriage or Ruin, Marcus is fortunate to have a valet.
An Excerpt with Robert speaking about being asked by the lady of the house to fetch a glass of water:
:
‘Water. A glass of water? To ferret out my chambers took her much effort and she didn’t even want the water that I got for her. I graciously forced myself to get it because I wanted to please her so she would leave me be—and she dunked a paintbrush in it.’
‘I will get her a lady’s maid.’ Marcus’s voice flowed lullaby smooth.
The valet forced words past his lips, enunciating each one. ‘I have sent a servant to wait on her, but that unwelcome person still seeks me out.’ Robert ran a hand through his white hair. ‘This isn’t the turn of events I expected. You have married in haste and I will repent in leisure.’
They went to the stairs.
Robert continued, affecting a woman’s voice as he followed Marcus. ‘“Open the door a crack. No, that is too open. No, that is too closed.”’
As they topped the stairs, Emilie waited, listening, and Marcus gave her a slight smile.
When Robert saw her, he said, politely to Marcus, ‘May I get you something, Lord Grayson?’
Twice, Marcus thought, twice Robert had addressed him as Lord Grayson. The man was upset.
He stared at Robert for a brief moment. Robert had a most calm demeanour, but a few strands of his hair were sticking straight up and that was not something Marcus had seen before.
Emilie glared at Robert and Robert looked over her as if she were not there.
‘Marc.’ Her head was high. ‘The servant...’ she pointed a finger at Robert ‘...threw a book at me.’
Robert glared at her. ‘It is not fitting for you to be in this servant’s bedchamber and I was merely bouncing it from the door in frustration in the hopes you would notice said door and leave.’
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