Page 17 of Married to the Cruel Duke

“It has been a long day,” she said, a tight smile on her face. “I’m sure you must be rather tired. Would you like me to show you to your room ?”

“Yes, that would be lovely. Perhaps you could show me some of the house on the way? I know Duke Danton expects me to manage things so I should start trying to get the lay of the land.”

“Of course, your grace,” she said, but Rebecca couldn’t help but notice the frown etching its way onto her face.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Rebecca said as she got to her feet and followed her from the room.

“It's my job to ensure you are comfortable here at Batton Manor.”

Rebecca followed her as she led her through the massive house. Here and there, the housekeeper made an effort to point out important rooms and items that she thought might be of use to her.

But try as she might, Rebecca couldn’t make herself focus on anything. It was all just so overwhelming. Rebecca had to bite back a sigh. It would just be another thing where she disappointed someone. It stung worse this time because she really wanted to prove she could do what they needed. She really thought maybe she could have done it this time, but she never even had a chance to really try.

Those thoughts were still circling in her head when they came to a stop outside one of the countless doors.

“Here’ s your room, my lady,” Mrs. Anderson said.

“Thank you. I should be fine on my own from here.”

Mrs. Anderson frowned. “Before I go, I should mention that I don’t believe your lady’s maid has arrived at Batton House yet. Would you like me to send someone up to help you change for bed?”

“That’s alright. I can manage just fine on my own.”

She studied her for a moment. “Do you know when we can expect her?”

“I- I’m not sure,” she chewed her lip. Rebecca knew she should just tell her that she didn’t have one, but found herself far too embarrassed that her father had never seen the point in such an expense. Not that it was a problem. She could manage just fine on her own.

“Then I will check among our staff to find a temporary one for you until she arrives.”

“You don’t need to go to all that trouble. I will be able to manage fine on my own. It’s perfectly alright.”

“It's no trouble. It would only be temporary, and a duchess should never be without her lady’s maid.”

Rebecca smiled, shaking her head. “I appreciate it, but I can manage on my own just fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Mrs. Anderson spent another few seconds scrutinizing Rebecca. The longer she stood there, the more Rebecca could feel herself beginning to spiral.

Even though Duke Danton wasn’t the most social person doesn’t mean he doesn’t care at all about his family image. If he wanted her to properly look the part of a duchess, they might expect her to get some more elaborate dresses and hairstyles, but how could she even consider it? Rebecca wouldn’t even know whereto begin, and that wasn’t even to mention the cost! She could never expect William to pay for it, and it wasn’t like she had any way to make her own money. Maybe she could-

“If you’re sure you Grace,” Mrs. Anderson said, cutting off her thoughts.

“Yes, I am, but thank you for your concern,” she forced a bright smile, hoping it didn’t look too stiff. If it did, she mercifully didn’t say anything.

Instead the older woman just sighed. “If that is what you would prefer, I can leave you to settle in for the night. I will see you in the morning and we can go over your duties as lady of the house.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“Very good. I shall see you then. I hope you have a good night, please let us know if you change your mind and need anything.”

“I will. Thank you. I hope you sleep well as well.”

“I always do.”

Rebecca smiled as the other woman made her way down the hall, leaving her alone. Rebecca took a deep breath, turning to the door. She put her hand on the door knob, hesitating for a moment.

Who knew what would be on the other side. While she was sure whatever was set up in there would have to have been done well before she met William or Mrs. Anderson, she couldn’t help but worry she could have done something to make them change the room or take something away.

Still, it couldn’t be worse than the attic she reminded herself. There was no point in lingering in the hall any longer. Rebecca took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, opened the door, and stepped inside.

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