Ruby

By Jettie Necole

Ruby unites the seductive and sinister actions of the supernatural with the allure and elegance of a Regency romance.

A historical romance begins to blossom around Lady Ruby Waterfield, but family secrets and unpredictable suitors expose a world of supernatural creatures—ancient enemies bound by war: vampires and warlocks.

Set in 1811 England, Ruby finally attends her first London Season at the age of eighteen. After departing from her safe, secluded childhood in the country, she quickly discovers that taking her rightful place among the aristocracy is the least of her worries after she becomes the target of a vindictive vampire. Determined to learn the truth about her family bloodlines, this clever debutante must navigate her pursuit while two gentlemen—one, her loyal best friend; the other, a mysteriously handsome stranger—grow increasingly tied to her future. From the dark alleys of Covent Garden to the lavish balls of the high society ton, clandestine agendas leave Ruby's heart exposed to a dangerous new world of mystery, magic, and love.

Ruby is the first novel in the Tree of Blood series that takes root in exposing the origins of supernatural bloodlines.

RUBY: New Adult Paranormal Romance, Historical Regency

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jettie Necole
• Release date: Apr 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310332920

Jettie Necole

Jettie Necole was born and raised in Kentucky, during which she spent most of her time daydreaming, reading, taking photos, shooting movies and searching for four leaf clovers. Having a passion for the art of storytelling and dynamics of film production, she earned a bachelor's degree in Film & Television from the University of Texas at Austin, during which she wrote, directed, and edited her own films. After graduation she moved to Los Angeles where she worked in the Television & Film industry. Currently she lives in Kentucky with her husband and their fluffy Goldendoodle named Oliver.

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Prologue

The dream came again—three times in three nights and always at the first of the year.

There he was, her confidant—strong, solid, and unbending.

His hand reached for hers. She trusted him, safe under his protection. He led her through the strange abyss, until a mist, thick and stale, gathered around them. When she looked down toward their hands, his was gone. The mist receded, revealing a dark form. She dared to look and saw eyes that glittered as stars, a tall, strong body leaning in, crouched as if ready to attack. The presence licked a sticky liquid from its lips, the smell of blood descending.

She fell. The sensation forced her to close her eyes against a drop that felt endless, unrelenting.

Everything stopped.

The silence held her still.

A massive tree stood before her with arms outstretched, naked and twisting, unlike any tree she'd beheld before. The branches were not branches; they were stronger, without bark, a strange substance covering each one as a type of skin. She searched the bare limbs until she found a single bloom with the likeness of a rose. Her discovery was transfixing. A sharp squawk announced a bird, a raven, flying overhead. Landing on the flower, it scratched with its feet and dug its beak into the bud, tearing at the petals. They fell, filling the sky with the delicate destruction, pieces of its entirety. A wave of rot and disease rolled in, and the coming darkness forced the tree to take on a different form, its body changing. She could only scream.

Then she woke, never to remember.

Chapter 1

Marvell Country Estate, England 1811

Lady Ruby Waterfield sat by her window, gazing out into the backyard. The budding trees revealed the change in season. Spring had arrived, all signs of winter dissipating with it, convincing her that she too would soon disperse from the only home she'd ever known. Staring at the swing tree below, she saw how lonely it looked with no one sitting there pushing, twisting, and singing songs that rhymed with strange names and phrases—things she'd once found fun. Now, it was almost frozen in time, the memories would be all she had of her favorite spot. She shuddered as a chill came upon her. As she pulled her shawl over her arms, a small grey kitten purred next to her feet. She bent down and picked it up. Delicately, she rubbed its little face.

Just think, Philip, she said, by this time tomorrow we will be in London. Do you think the city is ready for the country lady, or should I ask, am I ready for the city?

Philip gave a reassuring purr.

So sure, are you? she teased. You have nothing to worry about. You will sit at home and sleep while I am paraded around to all the eligible men of London, as if I am a horse ready to breed.

More like a thoroughbred, darling, an older woman said from across the room.

Ruby turned to see her mother, Cecille, the Countess of Marvell, standing at the entryway. She still looked beautiful. Age could never touch Mother, she thought. How graceful and lovely with all her gestures.

The countess stood with a strong pose as a wry smile tugged at her lips. Ruby, you make it sound as if you're going to be sold into a life of service, Cecille said with a hint of laughter. It is not like that at all.

Ruby turned to the window to exhale a breath of frustration. How else am I to look at it, Mother? I am not familiar with men and their courting ways. I like it here, at home, with you. Ruby swallowed back her tears. Turning back to her mother, she forced a smile. Who says you have to marry someone to be happy? she chimed with certainty in her voice. I think I could take care of myself quite well. She hesitated for a brief moment. Besides, whom would you have without me? she stammered.

Cecille smiled. She stared at Ruby with love and admiration for her daughter's strong will, something she'd had herself in her younger years. Although she wanted her only child to stay with her, she knew that it was in her best interest to go, for her daughter's future. She wanted to say, Stay, stay, don't go then. She wanted to yell it, but she knew it would be for selfish reasons. She could not do that, not to someone who had potential for much more.

Quickly, she crossed the room and kissed her daughter on the cheek. I have plenty to do here, Cecille explained. "Don't worry about me. You are eighteen years old. It is time you were introduced to the ton. You have hidden yourself for long enough. You should have the opportunity you deserve. Everyone will simply adore you. No need to be shy when you get there, she ordered. You are the daughter of Lord Marvell. Remember that. The daughter of a great earl who would be proud of her if he were still here. God rest his soul."

You really think so? she asked, unsure.

Cecille pinched her daughter's chin. He always said you were an exquisite lady. She paused. And so you are. Now, this is no time to pout. You are going on an adventure. Does that not make you excited? Finally, you can see the world for yourself instead of in those novels you read all the time.

Ruby took a deep breath and smiled as she hugged her mother.

Cecille's eyes filled with tears, and she quickly brushed them away, dabbing at her face with one finger.

Ruby kissed her mother on the cheek and pulled away. She tried to sound positive. Well, let us hope this journey is not a tragedy, but a comedy. I don't think I could take any more Shakespeare.

Her mother laughed.

Cecille knew only too well what her daughter meant. She also knew that Ruby read too many depressing stories. It was time for her to grow up and settle down. Ruby was old enough now to meet a wealthy man, a man who could take care of her only child. Cecille knew she would not be around forever, and now was the best time to set up Ruby's future. At least that's what the letter from Cecille's father, the Earl of Caxton, had said.

Recently, she received the fifth letter in a month's span urging her to allow Ruby to go to London. Lord Caxton knew, as she did, that it was time for Ruby to marry. Lord Caxton had said that a Mr. Nathan Vanderbilt was the perfect match for Ruby, and that if she waited any longer, he would be taken. Cecille didn't care for his wealth, only how he would treat her daughter. However, Cecille did not have to worry about Ruby making a good choice. If Ruby didn't like him, well, she would simply come back home and forget this nonsense. Though, if Ruby did meet him and fall in love, all the better.

The countess brushed away another tear. Just remember to be yourself, and watch out for those gossipy ladies, if you can even call them ladies. Especially the Bradfords. They love to expand on a scandal.

Ruby gently squeezed her mother's hand.

An older man entered the room dressed in a black suit and ruffled shirt. Excuse me, my lady, he said, embarrassed that he'd interrupted, but the coach is ready for your departure.

Thank you, Matthew. I will be there in a moment, Ruby said, waving him away.

Matthew nodded, sadness weighing down his eyes. Quickly, he left as instructed.

Ruby took a last look around her bedroom. The empty room smelled of spices and oranges, and her huge, oak bed was wrapped with silk and lace. Her little nightstand stood naked and alone. The floors shined with no trace of wear. It was like a room at the inn. She was checking out, maybe for good. She turned back to her mother. I will write you every day. Tell me if you need me. I can be back in one day, she suggested, creasing her brow.

Cecille motioned for her to leave with a wave of her hand. That is quite enough, she sobbed tearfully. I will be fine. Please, go downstairs and get in the coach your grandfather sent. I cannot take these long goodbyes. I will visit soon.

With that, Ruby brightened. Of course, there is nothing to stop you from coming to London. Yes, I think that would be great.

She laughed. Yes, yes.

Ruby glanced once more at her mother in the empty room, taking in her soft smile and her tiny hands as they waved her on, herding her out the door. As instructed, Ruby turned and skipped toward the entryway, now feeling the slightest bit happy and actually a little excited.

To think, she would soon be in London. No need to worry about her mother, who could come and visit any time she pleased. With the thought of adventure ringing loudly in her head, Philip and Ruby left their home in the country and set out for the city.

She wouldn't remember her home the same, though. Everything in her life was about to change.

****

London 1811

The private coach, adorned with her grandfather's coat of arms, gently rumbled through the tiny water pockets in the street, causing petite splashes to spray out onto the Londoners. They had just missed the late afternoon rainfall, but not the overwhelming stench of garbage that visibly lay in the street. Ruby twitched her nose at the horrible aroma. She turned her view back to the people but squinted as the sun emerged from its hidden veil, casting an orange glow around the extraordinarily huge buildings. The image of carriages, horses, and people in a constant motion almost made her sick. She swayed at the chaotic view; the noise was enough to put anyone into a frenzy, at least that's how she imagined her mother's reaction, if she were here.

Ruby, however, felt goose bumps pop up along her arms as she examined the entertaining spectacles the street had to offer. A sea of people moved at a rapid pace from one destination to the next. For a moment, it intoxicated her, until her discovery that not everyone seemed as delighted. She frowned. Grim expressions plastered the soiled faces of these people who seemed not to have seen a bath or a good meal in months. So it is true. It was as her mother had told her—the poor lined the streets of London, where they begged for food and lay in filth. Too much for her, Ruby turned her attention away but felt strangely guilty for it.

Through the grumble of the intertwining voices, she could make out the occasional rugged tone of a street merchant declaring in a grimy salesman's manner, Beautiful necklace for the beauties, or, Come now, 'tis a good offer, ya hear? Most people seemed to ignore the ravings of the shady dealers. She hadn't seen this much action since Dolby, her hound, broke into the hen house, causing Matthew and the rest of the servants to run around in a craze, as if they indeed had cut off their own heads. Ruby laughed at this thought. Dolby always did like getting into a mess.

Hyde Park brought her back to reality. The harsh yells and vulgar screams of the people ceased. Oh, a forest, she said with amazement.

It's quite refreshing to see a bit of country in the city, she thought. She knew at once this was somewhere she would like to visit. She continued to glance at the people and noticed the change of attire, signaling the presence of the wealthy. Covered in the latest fashions with postures high, they seemed to be in an entirely different world. How snotty they must be. Their noses were up as high as their chins would allow. She could not help but giggle at the unsightly women in their tight corsets. This is the city. People always in a rush to get to their next endeavor, whether it be work, the market, or home. Not one person seemed to care for the other.

Suddenly, Ruby caught a heartwrenching sight. A little girl about the age of five laid in a mud puddle, crying, like a little rag doll thrown out and forgotten. Not one person stopped to help her. Where are her parents? Does she have any?

Ruby immediately hung out the window to yell at the driver. Stop, sir. Stop please!

The driver, with one quick shout and pull of the reins, brought the four horses pulling the coach to a complete stop. He whipped around to face her.

What is it, my lady? the driver asked, concern covering his face.

Ruby pointed. Sir, that girl over there is hurt. Please help her, she insisted.

The driver glanced at her, annoyed. Are you insane?

Ruby's mouth opened in shock and confusion.

He shook his head in disbelief. You screamed for me to stop in the middle of the street for this! He pointed his finger at the mud-covered child.

Yes, help her! she ordered.

He shook his head. My lady, that there is a trap for a naïve person, he stated in his most civilized tone.

Are you calling me naïve?

He responded calmly, No, my lady. That girl there is like cheese to a rat. The person to bend down and help her will get his hand bit.

Ruby was not derailed and responded with a wave of her hand. What nonsense!

She began to open the door to the coach. She stopped when she saw a gentleman bend down to pick up the girl. Within seconds, he was met with a blow to his head delivered by a scoundrel of a man who proceeded to steal his purse. The good patron took the girl's place in the mud puddle, as she was up in a flash to join the nasty buggered in his escape. The two villains dissolved into the unbothered crowd without a hitch.

Ruby was shocked.

The driver roared with laughter. The streets, not always what they appear, he lectured.

As I have now witnessed, Ruby sighed. Do you think that man is all right? She frowned with hesitation.

The driver turned to respond, but Ruby was out of the coach and beside the man. He cursed to himself, but obviously Ruby did not hear.

Ruby was already assisting the poor drenched man, despite his efforts to wave her away. He didn't appear too badly hurt, but his blue coat and trousers were wet and dirty. She examined his face as he tried to get up. A delicate face, she thought to herself. At least from what she could see underneath that mud… and blood.

Oh my! You're bleeding, sir!

He could not believe his luck. As soon as he hit the mud he knew his day wasn't going to get any better. Nothing seemed to be going his way. This morning, he smashed his hand in the closet door. Then, his horse threw a shoe. And only a few hours ago, Samantha refused his third proposal of marriage. She was having a grand time with his heart, it seemed. Now, after all that, he had been fooled. And by a child! He began to recover and made the effort of rising. As soon as he was up, he was going straight away to the safety of his home.

Are you all right? Ruby asked.

He looked up to see a beautiful angel to his rescue. He thought he must be imagining it.

Are you, sir? she asked.

Am I what? he asked wincing, confused.

Handing her handkerchief to him, she spat out between breaths, All right. Are you all right, sir?

She looked into his eyes with deep concern as he patted his brow and recovered his possessions. His big blue eyes were entrancing and seemed to cast a friendly glow. He appeared to be very distinguished as he gathered his ruined books. He glanced up again to reveal his strong jawline and Greek-like nose. He was rather handsome, Ruby thought. His sandy brown hair was not, however; it was styled like a young schoolboy.

Yes, madam. Though not my pride, he joked half-heartedly.

His voice was very soothing as well, she noticed. Oh no. What I saw was a kind man do a wonderful thing. Only you were taken advantage of. How awful to pull such a cruel trick on a person. If I could, well, I would.

It is fine, madam. There were only a few shillings in there, he sighed. More to himself than to her he mumbled, Besides, not everyone out there is Locke.

She was stunned. "You mean Locke, author of An Essay Concerning Human Understanding?"

He gave a quick nod.

I love his book. It is so modern and true to the value of men and women. Everyone should read it, she stated proudly.

He smiled, amused. I am glad to hear a lady has been moved by such books. He chuckled, clearing his throat with a tiny cough. Let me introduce myself. I am Gerard Spenser, a professor at Oxford. He bowed gracefully, grabbing her hand with a swift move and placing a kiss.

Pleased to meet someone so distinguished, she said, grinning. I am Lady Ruby Waterfield, and you, sir, must allow me to give you a ride home before you bleed to death. She gestured to the coach.

The driver grumbled a low curse under his breath. He had not moved during the entire event. Yes, my lady, let's go, he said with urgency. Your grandfather will be upset if we are any later. Please hurry.

With a nod, Lady Ruby and Mr. Gerard Spenser climbed into the coach and were off.

Gerard and Ruby chatted for a brief time. She told him of her travel to London.

He was surprised that she was traveling alone, commenting that the trip could be dangerous. Ruby was quick to brush aside the topic, explaining that the driver was as good as any escort or footman. Besides, her personal maid, Mary, had reached her elderly years and could no longer travel. Her grandfather would have sent another with the coach, of course, but she'd told her mother plainly that if she was to leave for London she would not be coddled like a child, and that the driver of her grandfather's choosing would be perfectly acceptable for the job of bringing her to London.

Gerard nodded in agreement as she spoke before filling her in on his bad day. He expressed how he had worked his entire life to be a respected professor, and now all he wanted was Samantha's hand. He was twenty-seven years old and deeply in love with his childhood friend. Ruby could not believe how Samantha could turn him down so many times and still allow him to court her. He explained that she did like him, but he was beginning to doubt she loved him. He told her of all the romantic deeds he did, the flowers, the chocolates, the poems, and the walks. Ruby enjoyed the story like a little kid. How wonderful, she thought, for someone to try so hard for your heart.

That's it! she exclaimed. A crooked grin formed.

Gerard gave a questioned look.

The carriage halted.

Sir, your stop, the driver yelled.

What is it? Gerard asked.

You try too hard, she answered. You need to try less hard.

I don't understand, he said, confused.

What are you doing tomorrow morning? she asked.

For an instant he was taken aback by her blunt question. I will be reading my students' reports, and then I was thinking of cleaning out my desk so that—

Great! she interrupted cheerfully.

Huh?

Tomorrow is your first step.

His blank stare coaxed her to continue.

You can come over for a walk and we can devise a plan for you to win your lady's hand. It will be so romantic.

Gerard shook his head, but Ruby's excitement didn't falter. Slowly a grin crept onto his face. If you think you can help. I do need it.

Ruby immediately grabbed his hand, grinning from ear to ear. Yes, yes. I will help you win your love's heart, she said in a high-pitched cheer.

Gerard Spenser released a slight chuckle as he opened the door to step down. He looked back, smiling as he waved. Until tomorrow, he said. With a bow and turn he was gone, leaving Ruby in high spirits, filled to the brim with thoughts of love.

How exciting, she thought. Already she had met a friend. He needed her help for the quest of love. Indeed this would be a sweet gesture. It would be such a pleasure to plan and carry out. Samantha wouldn't know what hit her. Ruby curled her fingers together forming a tight fist of anticipation. With a jerk the coach was back on course, heading straight toward her future, her new home.

Chapter 2

By the time the coach pulled into the Caxton Estate it was dark and cold. The moon hung high overhead like a spotlight revealing the enormous home her grandfather owned. She knew he was an earl, but it seemed more like this was a home for a duke. The path leading up to the house encircled an elegant fountain trimmed with roses and shrubs. Tiny statues stood on the edge of the pathway as if guiding them to the front door. The estate appeared well kept and freshly painted. This place is loved and cared for, Ruby thought. It's like a palace. She could not wait to see it in the daylight.

As a butler rushed out the door with another servant, the coach came to a sudden stop. Without a pause, the servant began to haul her bags inside. The butler stopped below her door, raised his arm in a repetitive flow to motion her inside, and with a tight smile extended a hand to assist her.

Hello, Lady Ruby. I am Landel. Welcome to Caxton Square, he said softly.

Thank you, Landel, she replied as she took his hand and stepped down. Where is my grandfather?

He is inside, my lady. I will show you.

Ruby reached into a little cage and pulled out Philip. She stroked his ears until he purred. Landel's eyes widened as he saw the tiny grey kitten, but he continued to guide her inside.

She exhaled at her first glimpse. It was magnificent! The ceilings were higher than two floors. The curtains were made from rich materials in warm colors. The walls were adorned with works of art, while the ceiling held a sickle of chandeliers. Each step she took echoed in the room.

Oh my, she said softly. You could hear a feather fall.

That's highly unlikely, echoed a deep voice.

Ruby scanned the room. Suddenly she caught her breath.

In one step he emerged into the candlelight, towering over Ruby like an oak. His green eyes scanned her as she bit her lower lip; his tough, intense expression unfaltering. He was probably about fifty-five years old, with white hair and thick eyebrows. The elegant, dark brown coat testified to his good taste. The gentle wrinkles that accented his eyes did not do any harm to his looks. She guessed that he must have been very handsome in his youth. His tight lips slowly began to relax as the edges curved up into a smile.

He laughed as he spoke. Ruby, it is great to finally see you. Come here and give your grandfather a hug. He opened his arms invitingly.

Her shock gave way to surprise. This was her grandfather, not at all the tough old man she first pictured him to be. He is a softy, she thought, and with that she stepped into his arms.

Philip purred as Ruby and Randolph Spurling, the Earl of Caxton, exchanged their first warm embrace.

Lord Caxton released his granddaughter to look down at Philip. How nice of you to bring a friend, he said.

This is Philip. I found him lost around our pond one day. I have taken care of him ever since, she explained with the slightest plea in her eye.

Caxton twitched his nose and sighed. "As long as Philip stays on your side of the house, I will be fine. I always get to... to… achoo …sneezing when one is about."

Ruby smiled nervously, I'm sorry, Grandfather. I will take great care to ensure that he stays out of your way.

Caxton rubbed his nose. That would be best, he agreed. I have some business to attend to, but we can speak more at dinner.

Ruby gave a nod. Caxton turned and strolled away with two frustrating sneezes. Ruby looked down at Philip and shook her head. Philip, you're going to have to stay away from Grandfather. You seem to make him sick. The cat appeared to ignore her warning as he licked at one paw.

Ruby turned and ascended up the marble stairway, pleased with the thought of living here. Her grandfather seemed excited about her arrival, and the entire place glowed with grandeur. How could she not like it in London?

An hour went by as she explored room after room. The entire house radiated with exquisite taste, as she'd first perceived. Each room took on its own atmosphere. Several rooms were anointed with priceless statues or pieces of art on display. The marble floors beamed all colors imaginable. One room might be a shade of green, while the one next to it would fade into a golden hue. It almost felt like a museum, like nothing should be touched or moved.

One room, however, did hold a certain comfort: The library. It stood in a great hall, and unlike the other rooms, it didn't echo. Probably, any book she imagined was in there. It was filled with books, oriental rugs, imported chairs, tables, vases, statues, and portraits of the family. Objects, tiny and particular, in each of their own design were placed in a perfect, specific spot. The fireplace was the heart of the room, blazing with flames, casting shadows onto the blue marble floor. A huge window smiled above the entire room, perfect for letting the sunlight shine in. Most impressive was the pianoforte before the window. It was the unspoken voice that dwelled there, silently beckoning for its performer. The library will be the perfect place to spend the evenings, she thought.

Now she sat on her bed in her new room. In keeping with the rest of the house, her room had a marble floor, paintings, and a dazzling chandelier of extreme size. It was not simple and charming as her old room in the country had been. This one could hold three of those. The entire house was glorious, but not comfortable as she'd first perceived. Everything was perfect, nothing out of place. There was no furniture or décor that upset the feel. Each item had been carefully selected to portray complete perfection. Ruby worried she might scratch the floor or tip over a valuable vase. Though the room was filled with elegant objects, it had no pulse; it was a vessel without its soul, empty.

She needed to make some changes, but now she did not worry about it. She turned to her tiny kitten with a glowing grin. Rising from the comfy bed she searched the room, gathering a bowl of water and a basket and placing them in the corner beside her bed for Philip. When he seemed satisfied, she began to unpack her clothes and tried to make herself just as comfortable. By the time she finally felt relaxed on her bed, a maid interrupted with a cough.

Hello my lady, pardon my intruding, but dinner is ready downstairs, she announced softly, darting her eyes toward the floor.

Ruby looked at the maid dressed in black garb. The faded material went straight up to her neck, covering every inch of her flesh except for her tiny hands and head that poked out. The maid was young; probably her age, but much more shy than she, appearing plain with her brown hair tied back and mostly concealed under her black bonnet. Even though she was mostly hidden away, her delicate features were not. She was a petite doll with gentle brown eyes and an unspoken, innocent beauty that could be seen easily, despite being constrained by the ugly garment. She looks scared to death, Ruby thought.

Thank you, I will be there in a moment. I need to change into something more appropriate.

The maid lingered before retreating into the hallway.

Ruby rolled out of the luscious bed, hopped up, and rummaged through her armoire until she'd chosen a light purple dress. Quite elegant, she thought, especially how the ribbons cross in the back. Ruby undressed, laying her traveling gown on the bed and turning back to the mirror as she tried to step into the fresh, purple dress.

She stopped. She turned her head, glancing from side to side. Where did the maid go?

Hello? Miss, are you there? Ruby called out toward the hallway.

Yes, my lady, she said, entering the room.

I need a little help, Ruby said, motioning to her back.

The maid gave a nod, walked over, and began to lead the ribbon through the tiny slots.

Sara Trenton tried to loop the ribbon, but her nerves erupted through her shaking hands. She knew she should have stayed to see if the lady needed help, but she had not requested anything. She hadn't wanted to stand around and annoy her. Why did she always have to mess things up? The lady probably thought she was a complete dupe, and here she was unable to loop the lace. Why hadn't she yelled yet? Oh, she'd heard the stories of these wealthy women. Most of these ladies were very snooty, unable to be bothered with, Thank you, or, How are you? No, they were but servants for these rich people. She was especially scared of Lord Caxton. She'd heard him yell at a man one day. She knew after that never to find herself on his bad side. Landel the butler always did tread lightly around him. She was new to this house and didn't really know the other servants too well. Mostly she stayed out of the way and tried to do her job without trouble or gossip.

As she neared the final loop, she thought to herself, It must be nice to be a lady and wear such beautiful dresses. Her fantasy was interrupted.

What is your name, miss? Ruby asked.

Sara's eyes lit up with the question, and without hesitation she answered, Miss Sara Trenton, my lady.

Well, Miss Sara, thank you for your assistance.

Ruby glanced up at Sara, realizing the beautiful features she displayed in her tiny round face and oval eyes, her innocent smile that could captivate anyone's attention. Poor girl must be new to the servant world, thought Ruby.

Lady Ruby Waterfield is my name, Sara. You can call me Ruby.

Sara stuttered, Uh, I, I would not dare, my lady.

No, Lady Ruby, if you please, she stated, frowning. I would prefer to be called by my given name. Since we are to be friends. Yes?"

Sara looked smitten, Yes. Yes Lady… Ruby.

Ruby smiled back. It is time I went to dinner, I suppose. I must already be late. Could you show me the way? I believe if I tried to find the dining hall I would be lost in this maze of a house forever, she giggled.

Sara smiled and gave a slight nod. She led the way with a swish of her skirt and one thought in mind: She liked this lady. She liked her very much.

****

Ruby passed through the winding hallway, wondering what was for dinner. Her belly grumbled; she was hungry after such a long day. She entered to see a dining hall that was equally as stylish as the rest of the house. Even the candlesticks matched the floral design on the walls. She became entranced with the glow of the room, so much so that she did not notice Sara's departure. The aroma of sweet croissants teased her nose as the crackling fire pulled her attention to its rhythmic beat. How many fireplaces could one place have?

In one sweeping turn she caught site of the gardens of Vienna and Florence hanging on the wall—captured by a talented artist with an eye for realism and a love for nature, she thought. What a unique room, decorated to please any homesick Italian with its art and furniture design. A giggle of delight escaped when she caught site of the tiny grapes that lined the doorway as if indeed they grew on a vine, though observed more closely one would see another carefully arranged work of art. Her touch confirmed it, a light ceramic.

As extraordinary as she thought this room was, she was surprised to find that it did not end. This slender foyer led into a massive dining hall. Oh my, she said to herself as she observed a decorative table spanning the entire hall. The oblong table was made from priceless mahogany. How was it possible to get such a huge table in here?

Before she could think to answer her own question, she locked eyes with her grandfather, Caxton, who was seated at the end of the table, though not alone. Next to him was an older lady, who looked to be in her late fifties. Ruby tried to hide her surprise. The ancient lady wore a pearl necklace and earrings revealing her conservative nature and a matching pearl pin that bound up her grey hair, save for a few stray curls that rested on her neck. The silvery-white dress she wore seemed much too grand for only dinner with two people.

Her beady eyes scanned Ruby's appearance as her hawk-like nose turned up with a silent huh. Much work to do, said the older lady to Caxton.

Ruby was insulted immediately. I beg your pardon, she said with her chin raised. If this lady was going to insult her, she was going to defend.

Caxton interrupted with a cough. Ruby, he gestured, this is Lady Atwood. She will guide you through this season and your coming-out ball. Since I obviously cannot be of assistance, Lady Atwood has volunteered her time to train and prepare you. She is a lady with knowledge to share, so I would appreciate it if you were to listen to whatever advice she has to offer. Now, please sit and join us for dinner.

Ruby forced a smile as she took the seat beside her grandfather, which allowed her to stare straight into Lady Atwood's judging eyes. I believe I can do fine on my own grandfather. I have never needed any—

Ruby, no fussing. I am here to help. If only we had more time, but the first ball is this week. You have missed the coming-out ceremony, where you would have been presented at court to the Queen. She sighed, But no dwelling over a lost opportunity. If only I'd been given a year's time to prepare, she quickly added, but before Caxton could jump in she continued. "You are a bit older than the other girls, but that may be overlooked. We can salvage the situation by hosting a ball in your honor, your own coming-out event here at your grandfather's estate. I have sent out invitations and worked my magic with the ton, so it is sure to be a success. However, lessons need to begin immediately, starting now, with your wardrobe," demanded Lady Atwood.

Ruby was shocked. She had only been in her new home for an hour and already she was being told what to do, and by a stranger! Her grandfather sat there, sipping his wine as the old lady went on and on about lessons on the proper ways to talk and act and how to dress.

How to dress? she stammered in a hurt tone. This old wench is too bold.

Your dress is charming for a country girl, but not for the granddaughter of an earl. Yes, yes, we will need to go shopping for something to make you stand out. You are quite lovely, stunning—truly, and your deep, green eyes sparkle. Your hair is a great asset. She turned to Caxton with a bit of spark to her voice, Lord Caxton, once we clean her up your granddaughter is going to be a nice catch.

Yes, indeed she is, Caxton replied smiling.

A nice catch, thought Ruby bitterly. They were talking right in front of her as if she were that new filly ready for breeding, just as she'd told her mother. Why, she wasn't a horse to be primed, trained, and sold off to the highest bidder. She was growing hotter and hotter as the old woman went on. What was she saying now, that she would marry well with her experienced aid? If this woman thought she would marry any fool who asked, she was gravely mistaken, and would find out without any hesitation. That old bat wasn't going to tell her what to do.

Ruby, don't look so mad. Lady Atwood is here to help you. You are a woman now. It is time you began the search for a proper husband. I will not hear of any fighting. Do I make myself clear?

So her grandfather was going to take this lady's side. He wanted her to marry as well. Why is everyone already talking of marriage? She guessed she would have to act agreeable if she was to get her way in the end. Yes, Grandfather. She turned toward the older lady. "I am honored, Lady Atwood, to have you guide me in the ways of a proper lady. I believe myself to be a stylish dresser and feel that I speak in a proper manner. However, if you see something I am not aware of, please do let me know, and rest assured that I will tend to those needs without hesitation. I am very pleased about the season and meeting the entire ton, she hesitated, but I am in no rush to fly down the church aisle."

My girl, Lady Atwood said, "you are a lovely lady. When Lord Caxton told me you were coming to London for your first time, I knew you needed a bit of help. The country is quite different than society in London, believe me. I am more than willing to aid your way into the ton, but I am not here to force you into a marriage. That is, of course, your choice. However, I will not hold back any thoughts on who is agreeable and who is outright scandalous, and to be sure, there are a few rotten eggs in the batch. Not to mention those Bradford girls."

Ruby giggled at the mention of the sisters. I believe I've heard of them.

Lady Atwood chuckled.

Caxton coughed. Since that is settled. Let's start on dinner shall we?

Two maids and the butler, Landel, appeared as if cued with several trays of food.

Oh, please. I am starving and it smells so good. Ruby turned to the butler. What is it, Landel?

Landel placed a bowl in front of her. This is a vegetable broth, my lady, along with several other courses to begin the evening.

Ruby's jaw dropped. You mean there's more?

Landel stepped back as he placed both hands behind his back. Yes, the main dish this evening is roast duck, my lady.

Ruby licked her lips. Oh, it all sounds so good!

Landel gave a nod and briskly exited the room.

All three began to taste the soup. Lady Atwood watched as Ruby grabbed the spoon roughly and dipped it into her bowl.

Ruby's hunger welcomed the stew. She looked around and could not help but nibble on the buttery artichoke pie and the scones while sipping the smooth raspberry wine. She closed her eyes and allowed a tiny sigh of contentment to escape her lips as the warmth of the food traveled to her stomach.

Not that I mean to pick on you, dear, but a proper lady would not reveal her hungry nature even if she had not eaten for a week, Lady Atwood said.

Ruby lifted her eyes mid-scoop of her stew to respond, mouth full, to Lady Atwood's snide remark. I happen to think that a healthy appetite is appealing. Besides, if I had not eaten for a week, I would not care what someone else was thinking. You would not either.

With that attitude, you will never learn the ways of a real lady, she quipped, ending with a tiny delicate sip from her spoon.

"Lady Atwood is correct, Ruby. You should not shovel all that food into you at once. It is not the way other girls your age eat. You may do that in the country, but the ton will not accept it here."

Ruby gave both of them a hurt look. I would not want to embarrass you.

Caxton and Lady Atwood both shook their heads. They tried to speak all at once, but Caxton broke through with his softest voice, "No, my dear girl. I am very proud of you already, for you are my blood. However, the ton is not so forgiving when they see something of—"

Lady Atwood interjected, Not of the ordinary. Allow them to learn who you are before they judge.

I see, Ruby said dropping her spoon. I must conceal myself to fit into a group of snobby socials.

Come now, no need to be rude, Caxton coaxed.

"I will try to be more appropriate in the ways of the ton, but I do not promise to be like them."

Be yourself, but become the best you are able, Lady Atwood said, smiling.

Ruby nodded, though she disregarded the nonsense altogether. She wanted them to leave her alone and move on to some other topic of discussion. Luckily, her wish was granted when Lady Atwood heard her silent plea and turned to her own updates of London society's daily gossip.

That Sir Malory is such a horror, she went off, turning to Caxton. Any word of a fight or duel and his name is sure to be mentioned. Why last night he took on two young men who called him a cheater at pique. Those poor boys, Mr. Sutherland and Mr. Brown, are still bruised and angry. I would not put it past them to seek a little revenge.

Her grandfather nodded and chewed during Lady Atwood's updates. She could not be stopped; she told all.

The Duke of Ravenwood's title has finally been claimed by a relative, she waited for a response, but only a grunt emerged from Caxton, so she went on. His entire estate and title went to some unknown. Also, Jane Tellingsworth is finally getting married to a wealthy earl from Wales. Oh, how proud her parents must be to get rid of her after twenty-three years. It must have been a desperate man to take on a wife so old and plain. They still have another daughter to marry off, June Tellingsworth, whose coming-out ball will be the first for Ruby to attend. She turned to Ruby and continued. Of course, I would not normally have you accompany me before your own ball, but I believe the exposure will be valuable. June is a lovely girl; you will enjoy her company, Ruby.

Ruby gave Lady Atwood a smile. Hopefully, she'll stop.

Again her prayers were answered, as Landel returned at that moment with food in hand. Finally, the duck arrived. It smelled good as Ruby sat there listening to the woman's chatter. She found a bit of it interesting, but most of her stories were embellished.

Landel quickly served Ruby the first slices, which she appreciated. In her sweetest voice she told him, Thank you, Landel. It smells wonderful.

Carefully, she cut a tiny piece and put it in her mouth. The roast duck's amazing flavor coincided with its appetizing aroma. Sweet juices exploded in her mouth with each tender bite. The sweetness of the sugary sauce made her smile with a tiny sigh.

Martin is a wonderful cook, is he not? asked Caxton.

Ruby nodded, Yes! I will become quite plump, I fear, with all this scrumptious food around.

We cannot have that happen, now can we? stated Lady Atwood.

No, we cannot, she said, swallowing another bite.

Lady Atwood continued to talk of shops they would see tomorrow, noting that the color green would look lovely with Ruby's green eyes. Why, Lady Atwood might even get a new gown for herself if she felt