Page 90 of When He Was a Duke
“Sebastian and I wholeheartedly disagree,” Rose said with a smile. “He appreciates your big, kind heart and your loyalty. We both feel you will shine in this new position.”
“I’d be honored, my lady,” Finch said, straightening with pride.
“We’ll also need to hire a new butler and make other adjustments as we grow the legitimate business. But the point is, we’re planning for growth, not reduction.”
Mary raised her hand tentatively. “Will Lord Ashford—if his title is restored—will he be bringing his own staff?”
“He has no staff to bring, Mary. His family lost everything years ago. You are his staff now.”
The warmth that spread across the gathered faces told Rose everything she needed to know.
“I also want you to understand that while Sebastian will be master of this house, I will still be involved in its daily operations. Mrs. Blythe, I’ll still need your guidance. Mrs. Carter, your excellent meals. All of you—your expertise and care. Nothing fundamental changes about how we run this household.”
“What about the village, my lady?” asked one of the footmen quietly. “There’s been talk.”
Rose nodded, having expected this concern. “There will be gossip, certainly. Some may disapprove of our marriage given our families’ history. But we’re prepared for that. What matters is that we know the truth, and we’re committed to rebuilding this estate’s reputation through our actions.”
She looked around the room one more time. “Are there any other concerns? Questions about what’s to come?”
“When might the wedding be, my lady?” Prudence asked shyly.
“Soon. Within the month, if possible. Which means we’ll all be quite busy with preparations.” Rose smiled. “I hope you’ll help me make it a celebration worthy of a new beginning.”
The mood in the room had shifted from worried anticipation to genuine excitement.
“We’ll make it beautiful, Lady Rose,” Mrs. Blythe said firmly. “Won’t we, everyone?”
A chorus of agreement filled the room.
“Thank you,” Rose said, feeling her throat tighten with emotion. “All of you. For everything you’ve done, and for everything you’ll do.”
As the staff began to disperse, chattering about wedding preparations and new arrangements, Mrs. Blythe approached Rose.
“That was well done, my lady. It was good for them to hear it from you directly.”
“I couldn’t let them wonder about their futures. They’ve sacrificed too much already.”
“Shall we discuss the practical arrangements? There’s quite a lot to organize.”
Rose nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. “Thank goodness for you, Mrs. Blythe.”
“And you, Lady Rose.”
*
A week passedbefore Sebastian returned to the estate. He arrived on Tempest, wearing a well-tailored coat that transformed him from gardener to gentleman. Mrs. Blythe had prepared one of the guest rooms for him until the wedding, though she assured Rose their private quarters would be ready for their wedding night.
The day after his return, they gathered with Mr. Hale in the study to discuss the estate’s future. Afternoon light streamed through the tall windows as Hale spread documents across the mahogany desk.
“The estate has always had potential for legitimate profit,” Hale began, tapping the papers. “Your father chose smuggling because it was quick and lucrative, but it wasn’t the only way.”
Rose leaned forward, studying the detailed maps and ledgers. “What do you recommend?”
“Expand the cider orchards, improve the tenant farms, invest in livestock.” His weathered finger traced property lines. “The land is fertile. With proper management, we can produce wool, grain, qualitycider. Build a reputation as a respectable estate again.”
Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. “And the trading connections?”
“Many merchants are eager to distance themselves from the scandal. I’ve already made inquiries with honest shipping companies in Brighton.” Hale’s eyes brightened. “They’re interested in legitimate partnerships.”
