The air in her bedroom was cool and sent a chill up and down her slender body. She had grown familiar with the almost icy atmosphere in her husband’s home during the two years they had been married. Indeed the very mood inside these rooms seemed to reflect his often-volatile personality. He had never consciously hurt her, not in any real sense, but there was always that potential, lying beneath his calm exterior, as though he were a serpent waiting to strike. She could not complain about him, for Lord Gregory Stockton was a most attentive husband, and Sarah was extremely lucky to have secured his affections. He was a very affable gentleman in many ways, but he confused her.
Sarah found herself pacing the room like a caged animal, desperate to be released into the wild. Her pretty blue taffeta day dress was tight, stiff, and restricting; yet it fit her petite body in all the right places, accentuating her small bosom and curving gracefully over her hips to drape softly on the floor. The dress was specially made by the finest designers, along with the rest of her wardrobe. Her husband had been determined that his young wife would be the perfect showpiece for his estate and his reputation. She wore her soft golden curls pinned up in a diamante hair clip, and would shortly add her matching blue hat ready for her morning horse ride around the grounds.
Thinking about her daily exercise brought her mind back to young Marcus Scott, the stable lad. Well, he wasn’t really a lad at all; he was a young man of around twenty-five years, older than Sarah herself. She was only twenty-three, and becoming painfully aware of her lack of child bearing during her marriage. This fact was further accentuated every time she visited her mother on the neighbouring estate, and Sarah was increasingly irritated and upset at the admonitions that it was her own fault. Lord Stockton certainly did not seem affected by his lack of heirs. Indeed he never broached the subject, and Sarah knew that it was nothing to do with his being embarrassed or awkward about it. Far from it. He was a most attentive lover, and that was another area where she could not fault her husband.
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