said.
“No!” she said. If she was to marry him, she wanted something to feel like marriage. They couldn’t be. This couldn’t be it.
The duke looked to her. “You don’t wish to marry him?”
“Not like this,” she said.
“This is the only way it happens,” King replied. “I want it over and done.”
Sophie met his gaze, hating him. Loving him.
“My lady, do you wish to marry him?” Warnick asked again, serious this time.
She didn’t look away from King. Couldn’t. And she told the truth. Made the vow there in that mad place. “I do.”
Fury flashed in King’s eyes before he looked away.
He collected a box from the floor of the curricle and left to deliver it to the floor of the coach.
As Sophie saw it, she had two options. She could watch him leave her there, in the drive belonging to the Duke of Warnick and whoever Catherine was, or she could tell him the truth. Every bit of it. And let him decide what came next.
One month earlier, she might have chosen the first option.
But she was a different Sophie now, and so she followed him, not caring that their first argument as husband and wife was going to be immediately following their wedding, which she seemed to have missed, anyway.
“I didn’t want this,” she said. “Not like this.”
“I’m afraid I was not in the market for half the ton at St. George’s,” he said.
“You needn’t have been in the market for any of it,” she said. “I never asked for you to marry me.”
“You are correct. There wasn’t a moment of asking.”
She closed her eyes, hating the words. “I thought you did not intend to be saddled with me.”
He moved to the front of the coach and six, inspecting the perfectly matched chestnuts, and testing the harnesses for each of the great beasts. “I shan’t be,” he said, unhitching one of the horses and reconnecting it to the coach. “We may be married, but there’s no reason for us to ever interact again.”
The words made her ache. The thought of having him so close, and yet impossibly far away, made her want to scream her frustration. She’d never intended for any of this. “It’s that simple?”
“It is, rather,” he said, moving to the next horse. “I’ve a half-dozen houses throughout Britain. Choose one.”
She watched him. “I choose the one where you are.”
His hands hesitated on the harness, briefly, barely enough to be noticed. “You want Lyne Castle?” He laughed humorlessly. “By all means. My father will no doubt adore having you in residence. What with you being everything he’s always dreaded in a daughter-in-law.”
She ignored the pain that came with the cold words. “I don’t choose Lyne Castle. I choose wherever you are. The castle today, the town house in Mayfair tomorrow. I choose to live with my husband, whom I—” Love.
She trailed off, but he heard her nonetheless. “You needn’t lie any longer, Sophie. You got the marriage you were hoping for. I’ve no need for your professions of love. And you lost the chance to live with me when you lied to me and trapped me into marriage.”
She did her best to suffer the blow. “I had plans to leave.”
“And be found by your father. I’m aware of those plans. They worked well.”
“No,” she said. “I had plans to leave the castle. To leave Cumbria. I never wanted anything from you but the one thing I knew you couldn’t give me.”
“And yet, somehow, you managed to require it of me,” he said, the words filled with ire. “Lady Eversley,” he fairly spat, moving to the next horse, checking its harness. “Marchioness. Future duchess. Well played.”
“Not the title, King. Not the marriage.” She paused. “I didn’t wish to marry you. I only wished to love you.”
He looked back at the harness, securing it carefully before coming around the horses to face her. “Never say those words to me again. I’m tired of hearing them. I’m tired of believing them. Love is nothing but the worst kind of lie.”
“Not from me,” she said. “Never from me.”
“Your lie was the worst of them all,” he said, and she heard the pain in the words. “Even as I struggled with the truth of the past—with the knowledge that Lorna betrayed me, with the knowledge that she’d never cared for more than my title—you gave me a new truth. You tempted me with a future.”
Tears came at the words, at the confession that she had not expected. That she could not bear. “King—”
He