Amelia fully expected him to agree. Thomas would never make a formal proposal of marriage without first securing permission from her father. Or at least trying to. She did not know what Thomas would do if her father did not agree, but she had every faith that they would be married.
It would just be so much easier if her family made no protest.
But Thomas surprised her. Indeed, he surprised everyone when he said, “There is no need to retire to another room. I have nothing to say that cannot be said in front of everyone.”
“I love when people say that,” Milly remarked.
“Milly!” Elizabeth hissed.
“He can’t hear me.”
“I can, actually,” Thomas murmured.
Amelia had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“Are you done?” Lord Crowland demanded, giving his three eldest an annoyed glance.
They did not reply; there was only so much insubordination one could safely demonstrate in such a setting.
“Very well, then,” Lord Crowland said, turning to Thomas. “What is it you need to tell me?”
“First of all,” Thomas replied, “I wish to formally dissolve the betrothal contract.”
Elizabeth gasped, and even Milly looked aghast at this public declaration.
Amelia just smiled. She had no idea what he had planned, but she trusted him.
“Consider it done,” Lord Crowland said. “Although I rather thought it was already null.”
Thomas tipped his head ever so slightly. “It’s good to make things clear, though, wouldn’t you agree?”
Lord Crowland blinked a few times, unsure of what he was getting at.
“I would like to make one more thing clear,” Thomas said.
And then he turned.
Looked Amelia in the eyes.
Walked across the room.
Took her hands.
The room fell away, and there was just him…and her…and joy. Amelia felt herself start to laugh-silent and giddy-with far too much happiness than she could ever keep inside.
“Amelia,” he said, and his eyes never left hers.
She started to nod, even though he hadn’t asked her anything. But she couldn’t help it. He had only to whisper her name and she wanted to shout. Yes! Yes!
He dropped to one knee. “Amelia Willoughby,” he said, a little louder now, “will you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?”
She kept nodding. She couldn’t stop.
“I ask you,” he continued, “because this time it is your choice.”
“Yes,” she whispered. And then she shouted it. “Yes! Yes!”
He slipped a ring on her shaking finger. She had not even noticed that he’d been holding one, so intent had she been on his face.
“I love you,” he said. Right there, in front of everyone.
“I love you, too.” Her voice shook, but the words were true.
He stood then, still holding her hand, and turned to her father. “I do hope you will give us your blessing.”
His tone was light, but the intention was clear. They would marry with or without it.
“Can you provide for her?” Lord Crowland asked bluntly.
“I have reached a settlement with the new duke. She shall want for nothing.”
“You won’t have a title,” Lady Crowland pointed out, but not unkindly. It was more of a reminder, a gentle check that her daughter had thought things through.
“I don’t need one,” Amelia answered. And later, when she thought about it, she supposed that all of her love for him must have been shining in her face because her mother grew misty, mumbling some sort of nonsense about dust as she dabbed at her eyes.
“Well, then,” Lord Crowland said, looking very much as if he’d rather be out with his hounds. “I suppose it’s settled.” Then, as an afterthought: “Again.”
“I should have married you sooner,” Thomas said to Amelia, bringing one of her hands to his lips.
“No, you shouldn’t have done. I might not have fallen in love with you if you’d been my husband.”
“Care to explain that?” he asked, his smile amused.
“Not really,” she said, feeling very cheeky.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said quite suddenly. “I brought you a gift.”
She grinned despite herself; she’d never been so sophisticated that she could hide her excitement for gifts.
He strode to the opposite side of the room, past her entire family, who were still watching the tableau with some disbelief, and picked up the large flat package he’d brought in earlier.
“Over here,” he directed, setting it down on a nearby table.
Amelia hastened to his side, as did the rest of the Willoughbys. “What is it?” she asked, beaming up at him.
“Open it,” he urged. “But carefully. It’s delicate.”
She did, untying the string and then gingerly peeling off the paper.
“What is that?” Milly demanded.
“Do you like it?” Thomas asked.
Amelia nodded, overwhelmed. “I love it.”
“What is it?” Milly persisted.
It was a map. A heart-shaped map.
“A cordiform projection,” Thomas told her.
She looked up at him excitedly. “It does not distort area. Look how small Greenland is.”
He smiled. “I will confess that I purchased it more for its heart-shaped properties.”
She turned toward her family. “Is this not the most romantic gift you have ever seen?”
They stared at her as if she’d gone mad.
“A map,” Lady Crowland said. “Isn’t that interesting?”
Elizabeth cleared her throat. “May I see the ring?”
Amelia thrust out her arm, letting her sisters ooh and ahh over her new diamond while she gazed up at her new-that was to say, her new old-fiancé.
“Is this where I am meant to make a clever comment about your having found the map of my heart?” he asked.
“Can you do it without making me cry?”
He pondered that. “I don’t think so.”
“Very well, say it, anyway.”
He did.
And she cried.
“Well, that’s a love match,” Milly declared.
They nodded. It was, indeed.
Epilogue
Windsor Castle
July 1823
Are we done?”
The king was bored. George IV never enjoyed his meetings with the Lord Chamberlain. They were always so ill-timed. He did not know how Montrose did it, but they always seemed to interfere with a planned meal.
“There is just one more thing, Majesty.” The Duke of Montrose-his Lord Chamberlain for over two years now-shuffled a few papers, looked down, then looked up. “The Earl of Crowland has died.”
George blinked. “That’s a pity.”
“He was in possession of five daughters.”
“No sons?”
“Not a one. There is no heir. The title has reverted to you, Majesty.”
“This was recent?”
“Earlier this month.”
“Ah, well.” George yawned. “We shall have to give the widow ample time to grieve before we reabsorb the property.”
“Very kind of you as always, Majesty.”
“There is little point in-Wait a moment.” George’s brow furrowed. “Crowland, you say? Wasn’t he involved in that dreadful Wyndham matter?”
“His daughter was engaged to the duke. Er, the first one.” Montrose cleared his throat. “But there is the matter of the earldom. With Crowland available-”
“How is Wyndham?” George cut in.
“Er, which one?”
George had a good laugh at that. “The new one. The real one. Eh, the other one, too. He was a good sort. We always liked him. He quite dropped out of sight, didn’t he?”