دانلود رمان انگلیسی “عروس اسکاتلندی دوک”، رمانی عاشقانه و تاریخی در دوران نیابت سلطنت

“Just a little more, Lady Marion,” her maid pushed and pulled tighter on the strings of the corset while adjusting the intricate lace on the bodice. “There it is, dear. Ye are a vision to behold, a most beautiful bride. Yer parents would be proud.” “Thank ye, Jean,” she whispered, the customary joy of the occasion absent from her voice. Marion stood as still as a statue in front of the large, gilded mirror. The heavy silk train of her wedding gown rustled around her as she turned. The dress was a masterpiece of ivory and lace from Paris, a gift from her soon-to-be husband. Yet, the fine fashion felt less like an adornment and more like a shroud. She shivered as she pulled the lace sleeves down to her fingers. She was beautiful and yet, she could not stop the dread from overtaking her. A soft knock at the door preceded a footman, who entered with a silver tray. On it lay a single, cream-colored envelope. Her breath hitched at the sight. Another one, she thought to herself as her already nervous stomach grew tighter by the moment. Her fingers trembled as she broke the wax seal. The elegant script swam before her eyes as she read the chilling words. Gilton has already promised himself to me. Cross that line, and I will make sure you are buried in that wedding gown. “Lady Marion? Is somethin’ amiss?” Jean asked softly. “Tell me, lass. It’s all right.” Marion swallowed. Words caught in her throat as she fought to speak. She shook her head and looked up at Jean, her hands slightly trembling.