All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,17

really?” Hargate couldn’t quite remember that part. “My apology then. Good thing we made it home.”

“Wait a minute,” Longsword said, striding towards the window. “Where did we park the rig?”

All three of them went to look out the window for it.

“Well, look here,” said Hargate in amusement as he looks down. “The wheels flew off.”

“How did we even get home, then?” Longsword inquired in awe.

“Who even brought us to bed? I swear I was so out of my head that I didn’t even know what was happening,” Leon said, scratching his head.

There came a knock at the door that took away their attention, and in came one of Hargate’s servants with a stroller.

He cleared his throat and bowed down. “Your breakfast is ready, Your Grace.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Hargate replied with a smile. “Mighty fine day, is it not?”

“Yes–”

The old man looked up at them and his jaw dropped.

“Lord, what happened to the three of you, Your Grace?” he asked. “You all look like you just got back from a romp in the fields.”

All three of them turned to look at one another and laugh at how mussed their hair were and the disarrangement of their garments.

“I assure you, Sam, we were not romping in the fields but partying in the barn,” Hargate winked. “Please leave the foods there. It would be nice if you can ask the maids to drawn up three warm baths for us.”

“A pleasure, Your Grace,” the man answered with a light chuckle, and slip out of the room.

The three of them smiled and raced to the stroller.

“I smell bacon,” said Leon, his stomach growling with needs.

“Pence on the jelly biscuits!” Longsword exclaimed.

“We are some hell of a grown man!” Hargate laughed, setting out the plates and silverwares on the table and running to get the wine and cups from the shelf.

“Allow me,” Longsword bowed, as he took the cups and wine bottle from Hargate and poured them each a glass.

“Breakfast is served!” Leon beamed, as he finished distributing them their share of bacon and biscuits.

Hargate held up his glass of wine in a cheer and shout out, “Let the party continue!”

Leon and they all took a nap again after eating and sobering in their warm baths.

There had not been any talk of the marquess or any worries about anything. They totally had a night going yesterday.

Leon decided that today would just be a day of rest in preparation for what’s to come in the near future. Hargate and Longsword had done so much for his sake. It’s only fair if he let them rest. After all, they’re noblemen and he is nothing more than a commoner, or bastard for all it matters. It’s quite a long story.

How ironic it was that Hargate and Longsword should be the one serving him instead of the other way around. Every bit of him twists with guilt. This wasn’t how he wanted it but it appears that his stubborn friends would go on with it to help him. They were the best companions he has ever had and is truly grateful. He had never thought in his entire life to become friends with a duke or an earl, or any man of title.

He remembered when he first met Hargate. They were close neighbors and met as mere children. His parents used to have a house in London until problem arises that made them move to Bridlington. Before that, Hargate, who was just a young master back then, would always sneak away to the woods with Leon and play pretend shooting animals and fighting wars. It was most improper of him to play with a duke’s son. His parents always warn him about it, but no discrimination can stop the true friendship that had developed between the two young boys. It brought Hargate and his family close together and soon all rules of society were dropped.

Hargate’s family invited his over for dinners, events, balls, anything of the high social class. Yet to save the reputation of the Hargates, his family limited the attendance of the events and only went when it’s of high importance. Other families of high classes resented them, but with the Hargates’ relationship, no one dares to harm them in any way or speak to them with ill manners.

Leon finds himself in much debt to Hargate. He could never repay back all the things Hargate has done. The least he could do was let Hargate court one of his sisters, though all his senses disapproved. Hargate is a duke