Mastering The Marquess
Chapter One
London, 1815
Stephen Rawlings Mallory, fifth Marquess of Silverton,
felt a familiar sense of resignation and boredom creeping over
him. Of course, no one observing him would have known that
he wasn't listening attentively to his uncle. Silverton had exquisite
manners. He would never commit an act of rudeness
unless the recipient of such an act deserved it.
"Are you listening to me, Silverton?" snapped General
Stanton. "Have you even heard a word I said?"
"Of course I have, sir. You know how much I value your
thoughts on this and any subject you may care to discuss."
"Don't try to pull the wool over on me, boy. I'm not your
aunt or your mother, and I know you bloody well don't care
what I have to say about you," his uncle retorted. "You're
nothing but a popinjay who don't give a damn about what he
owes to the title or to his family!"
Silverton's young cousin, Robert Stanton, had been sitting
quietly in the corner, displaying uncommon good sense
in keeping his mouth shut during his grandfather's tirade. But
the unjust attack on his mentor and ... read full excerpt from: Mastering the Marquess ebook
