From that moment on things changed for Lydia, Gabriel became her world, instead of avoiding her he rarely left her alone and he kissed her often; mostly a gentle brush with his lips against hers but sometimes a more impatient, hungry kind of kiss which left her lips bruised and rosy. She knew at those moments, he held back and didn’t do what it was his desire to do, he awakened something inside her, something new, a need? What it was she needed? Whenever she begged for him to continue, he shook his finger at her and smiled knowingly.
“Soon my love, but not too soon,” he told her.
“Gabriel please love me some more,” she begged.
“Not yet sweetheart, you’re not yet quite ready,” he said forcing her to sigh in exasperation.
“But I am ready, I want what you want.”
He just shook his head and walked away with that knowing smile on his face.
Lydia knew that when two people were married, they joined in the marriage bed, her Nana told her it wasn’t a pleasant thing but it was important to make babies and so it was necessary; she would just have to persevere until a baby was started inside her and then hopefully he’d leave her alone for a while until it was time to start another baby.
“Gabriel won’t hurt me will he?”
Nana shrugged, “It’s his conjugal right to do with you as he pleases, he needs an heir and you will eventually produce one and possibly a spare. If you give him daughters first he’ll keep trying until you give him his heir; the Duchess had five daughters before his Lordship was born, hopefully you’ll do better than her.
It was increasingly difficult for her to visit the old lady, this was her secret and she must keep it so even from Gabriel; they were leaving in a few days and she needed to see her before they left but the day before they left, she managed to slip away.
Lydia told Gabriel she needed to rest and having gained her room, she grabbed her bundle and slipped back into the corridor; undetected she was soon on her way into the village. She told the old lady she was going to London for her coming out and her betrothal.
“Child you must do as I say as soon as it is possible to slip away and take this letter. Your father did indeed give instructions to your guardian before he passed on but I have also received instructions from your mother which need to be carried out.”
“You knew my mother?” Lydia asked the old lady.
The old lady nodded as she looked at Lydia intently, “Yes I did.” The day will come when you will remember me but then you will also remember the horror.
“I always felt that I knew you but I don’t know how, Madam,” Lydia told her.
“That isn’t important; you must listen carefully to my directions, memorize them and follow them closely as soon as you can, I will go over them again before you leave.”
The directions were given and the letter tucked away in Lydia’s bundle.
“Come now,” the old lady told her, “We have work to do before you return.”
Two hours later, Lydia walked from the direction of the lake with her bundle, repeating the directions to her and paying very little attention to where she was going. Suddenly she ran into a tree trunk or at least that’s what it felt like but the tree fondled her damp hair.
“So young lady, I thought you needed to rest but instead you went swimming in the lake alone?”
She looked up, the voice belonged to Gabriel and the tree trunk was Gabriel.
“I couldn’t rest and changed my mind,” she told him, “Then I fell asleep in the grass.” Her inner voice couldn’t believe that she lied to her love, “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
She was sorry for having to lie but not for what she had done.
“Ok monkey, you’re forgiven this time but no more disappearing, is that clear?”
She nodded, “How can I when we will no longer be here?”