A Pledge of Passion (The Rules of Engagement #2)
Victoria Vane
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to all of you who fell in love with Lydia and Marcus four years ago.
I hope you will enjoy the long-awaited story of Nick and Mariah.
PROLOGUE
“Love is a passion which kindles honor into noble acts.” - John Dryden
My Dearest Mariah,
Twelve long and agonizing months have passed since that fateful night I claimed a kiss and a promise from your sweet lips—the kiss meant to seal a pact that I have failed to uphold.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet have now lost my way wandering in that golden maze.
That night was the loveliest dream, but the future we spoke of is naught but a fantasy that can never be. Thus, it is with a heart burdened with the greatest regret that I release you from your vow.
Please know that I will ever remain— Your most faithful, humble, and obedient servant, Nicolas
CHAPTER ONE
"For they conquer who believe they can."- John Dryden
Bedford Square, London—One Year Earlier
"MY DEAR GIRLS, I have quite the surprise for you." Smiling, Lady Russell poured steaming hyson into three delicate cups of the finest Chelsea porcelain. They were seated in the morning room with sun streaming in through the tall windows, spreading its golden fingers of light across the richly patterned Aubusson carpet. "Lord Marcus has just sent us an invitation to a house party at Woburn Abbey."
"Woburn Abbey?" Mariah repeated blankly.
Lady Russell paused with her hand on the sugar bowl. "It's the country seat of the Dukes of Bedford. Do you take sugar, Mariah?"
"No, thank you, my lady," Mariah answered. "Cream will suffice."
"And you, my dear?" she asked her goddaughter, Lydia.
"Yes, please," Lydia answered, "but no cream."
Lady Russell handed the first cup to Mariah and the second to Lydia before continuing. "After spending a king's ransom on renovations to the house and gardens, the duke is most eager to show it all off."
Lydia's brows met in a frown. "But I am not even acquainted with the duke and duchess. I don't understand why we would be invited."
"Because Marcus wishes to make the most favorable impression, of course," Lady Russell replied.
"I still don't understand what that has to do with me," Lydia said. "Has Marcus not told you that I wish to end our betrothal?"
"He has mentioned it, of course," Lady Russell replied dismissively. "But he also assured me that this rift between you will soon be repaired."
Mariah observed the two women while quietly sipping her tea. Philomena, Lady Russell, was a force of nature, and very accustomed to getting her way, but Lydia could be stubborn to a fault. While Mariah admired her cousin's courage in standing up to such a grande dame, it was clear that the lady was not about to give up either her political or matrimonial ambitions for her son, Marcus.
"I am sorry he has misled you, my lady," Lydia replied, "but Marcus is quite mistaken, as I have no intention of becoming his wife."
"But, my dear, you act in such haste!"
"Six years is hardly haste," Lydia remarked wryly.
Mariah's sympathies were wholeheartedly with her cousin. What self-respecting woman would wait six years on a man?
Lady Russell heaved a martyr's sigh. "I suppose I must shoulder some of the blame for not prodding Marcus. He was so single-minded to establish himself with the diplomatic service that I feared pressuring him to marry would only have caused resentment. But I fear breaking with him at this critical juncture would irreparably damage his prospects. Although Marcus is fortunate enough to have the Duke of Bedford as his uncle and chief patron, he cannot presume wholly upon this family connection. At this juncture in his career, my son must forge his own alliances. In this endeavor, a beautiful and charming wife will be an invaluable asset."
"That may be," Lydia sniffed. "But Lord Marcus's career is no longer my concern."
"My dear girl, could you not wait just a short while before making your decision known? At least until the delegates are chosen for the forthcoming peace treaty? He is my youngest son, and I wish him to secure his future." Lady Russell continued in a cajoling tone, "Would you truly refuse me this small boon when your mother and I were so very close?"
Uncertainty marked Lydia's face. "My lady, I cannot carry out such a ruse purely for Marcus's gain."
"But Marcus is only half the reason for you to attend. You and Lady Mariah must go for your own benefit as well. The exposure to such influential people can only do you both credit and elevate you in society."