His Lady of Seduction – Extended Epilogue

Even a character, a scene, or anything. You could say no if nothing bothered you.

Charity could not believe how much the time had flown. She turned to witness her reflection in the mirror—even she had to admit that she looked quite beautiful in the elaborate gown. The perfect white stood in stark contrast to the red locks that tumbled over her shoulders.

It was Stephen’s only request: that she wear her hair down for the wedding. She had happily obliged, and looking at her reflection in the mirror, it was clear it was the right choice.

A soft knock at the door made her turn from her reflection. “Come in!”

It was Lady Margaret who entered, and Charity immediately enveloped the other woman in a hug. “Margaret! I am so glad you are here!”

The pair had bonded quite significantly while Lady Margaret had administered the medicine to her, and she was ecstatic to have her friend there. The woman returned the hug, patting Charity on the back gently.

“Oh, Charity! You look absolutely stunning. I am certain Stephen is elated that the day has finally arrived.”

Charity blushed at the compliment and turned back to the mirror. The ecstasy was written quite plainly in her eyes. “He is no more elated than I am, my friend. I cannot wait to be his wife.”

It was the truth, and tears shot to her eyes. It was all thanks to this friend of hers that there was even a wedding to begin with. Without Lady Margaret’s help, she never would have been a wife, and Charity pulled the other woman into another hug.

“I owe you so much, Margaret. You cannot begin to understand what you have done for me.”

Lady Margaret shook her head, tears in her eyes.

“Don’t thank me. I have come to care about you, Charity, and nothing could make me happier than seeing you this healthy and happy.”

The healer in Lady Margaret suddenly showed up, and she looked at her with narrowed eyes. “You have not had any symptoms again? No weakness or pain?”

Charity shook her head with a brilliant smile. “None at all. It’s all a mere memory now. I can hardly believe it. Both myself and Christian are in your debt forever for curing us.”

Lady Margaret smiled once more. “It is only a pleasure, Charity. I—”

Another knock at the door interrupted their conversation. It was the Duke, and tears shot to his own eyes at the sight of his daughter.

“Charity, you look absolutely beautiful, my darling.”

Charity squeezed Lady Margaret’s shoulder before rushing into her father’s arms. “Do not cry, Papa, or I shall too.”

“Stephen is lucky to have you, my child. I am certain he is aware of the fact.”

Charity laughed with a certain nod.

“I have no doubt that he is.”

“Well, then…” The Duke held his arm out to her and smiled. “It is time.”

***

So much time has passed, and so much had happened since that fated day when she had jumped into his arms out of a window. Charity looked at her husband with a grin, unable to believe that after everything they had been through, they were finally here, a wedded couple.

“We’re married.” The joy in her voice was obvious, and Stephen turned to face her with a bright smile.

“We are indeed. Can you believe that after everything, this is real? You are my wife.”

He sounded as astounded as she was, and Charity shook her head quickly. “It is rather hard to believe, I have to admit, but I am so happy, Stephen.”

She examined the ring on her left hand before pressing her head against his shoulder.

“I am so happy to be your wife. However…” She reached into the front of her dress subtly, taking out a folded piece of paper and holding it out to him. “There is something I still need to do.”

Stephen laughed as she reached for a pen on the table next to them, making a large tick next to the words “Marry Stephen.”

He lifted a brow. “You know the rule, my love. For every task we complete, we must add another.”

Charity nodded with a bright grin. “I know… and I have just the one.”

She scribbled on the piece of paper quickly before handing it back to her husband, watching his grin spread as he read the words.

“Have a baby with Stephen?” His voice raised at the end of his sentence, and she nodded.

“I’d never thought about having children, Stephen. I never thought I would have the chance to become a mother, but meeting you… it changed everything. I want a child.”

“Well, then…” He pulled her closer with an enormous grin. “We could wait for our guests to leave before starting on that one, or…” He lowered his voice and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips. “Or we could not wait.”

Charity bit down on her lower lip, her eyes wide. “Well, Lord Huntington, I do believe there is no time like the present.”

He kissed her once again, a gentle yet hungry kiss.

“Well then, who am I to disagree with you, Lady Huntington?”

The kiss quickly escalated, and Charity threw her arms around her husband’s neck.

How full of surprises life was; not a while ago, she believed herself cursed when, in fact, she had been blessed beyond any earthly measure. And she could not wait to delve into those blessings, to walk the path of life alongside her savior.

The End

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