Chapter 27 #2
The solicitor nodded and continued writing. His pen moved with careful precision, each stroke deliberate. William reviewed the lines as they formed, reading every clause, every safeguard, and every guarantee.
The solicitor slid the first page toward him. “If these terms are acceptable, Your Grace, you may sign here.”
William read it twice before taking up the pen, fully understanding the importance of the moment as he signed his name.
This is the first thing I have done that places the cost on me, not her.
The solicitor prepared the next document. “This portion ensures long-term security for Mrs. Shaw and her daughter. It cannot be revoked.”
William nodded. “Good.”
The solicitor hesitated. “You understand, Your Grace, that without conditions, this settlement remains in effect regardless of her choices. Even if she marries. Even if she leaves the country.”
“I understand,” William said.
She deserves security. She deserves independence. She deserves dignity. I can give her that, even if I can give her nothing else.
The solicitor placed the final page before him. “Your signature here completes the arrangement.”
William signed again, the ink settling cleanly on the page.
The solicitor gathered the documents with quiet efficiency. “I will file these immediately.”
William leaned back slightly, feeling a sense of relief.
Whether she ever learns of this or not, whether she ever forgives me or not, this is hers. And it will remain hers.
William walked the solicitor to the front door himself. The man bowed politely and stepped out into the evening air, and William watched him descend the steps before turning back toward the corridor.
He returned to his study, closed the door, and sat at his desk.
Now for the next step.
He reached for a fresh sheet of paper and dipped his pen and began to write to Lady Vane in his own hand.
Lady Vane,
I write to you regarding Mrs. Shaw, formerly in your employ. The rumors that led to her dismissal were false. They did not originate with her conduct, nor with any impropriety on her part. In truth, they came from within my own family.
Mrs. Shaw’s character was unjustly maligned. She bore the consequences of a falsehood she did not create. I ask that her reputation be fully restored in your household and among those who were informed of the matter.
I accept full responsibility for the harm caused by my silence.
His Grace, William Manners, Duke of Roxburghe
He read the letter once more, ensuring every line was plain and direct. There were no excuses and no attempts to defend himself.
Lady Vane deserves the truth. And Mrs. Shaw deserves her name returned to her. This is the least I can do.
He sealed the letter and handed it directly to a footman, instructing him to send it immediately.
William left the study, the door closing softly behind him.
I will not write to her. Not now. Not directly. Mrs. Shaw must never feel pressured by me again.
He walked slowly toward the family wing, enjoying the quietness of the house and the peace that he felt deep within.
If she learns what I have done, it must come from someone else. She must judge it freely, without my hand guiding her and without any sense that gratitude is owed.
He passed a window, the moonlight from outside reflecting across the floorboards.
I will not place her in a position where obligation might be mistaken for trust. She deserves to choose her own future without my influence. Even if that future does not include me.
His steps grew stronger as he approached Henry’s corridor, a quiet confidence settling through him.
Whatever comes next, I know I am doing the right thing. For her. For Clara. For Henry. And for myself.
He reached Henry’s door and stopped, resting his hand lightly against the frame.
If she chooses to remain apart from me, I will accept it. If she chooses to return, it will be because she wishes to, not because I have pressed her.
William slowly opened the door. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moon. Henry slept peacefully, his small form curled beneath the blankets.
William stepped inside, moving quietly. He adjusted the blanket where it had slipped from Henry’s shoulder, smoothing it back into place. Henry shifted slightly but did not wake, and William brushed a hand gently over his son’s hair.
He misses Mrs. Shaw and he misses Clara. This is plain to see. Their absence has left a void in his life, and I helped create it.
He stood for a moment, watching Henry breathe evenly, feeling a quiet ache in his chest.
I accept that I may lose her, and as painful as it will be, I accept that Henry may lose her too.
He stepped back into the corridor and closed Henry’s door softly behind him, drawing a slow breath.
A woman’s trust cannot be earned by leaving her no choice.
He walked down the corridor toward his own room, keeping his steps as quiet as possible. In his chamber, he removed his coat and waistcoat, folding them over a chair. He loosened his cravat and set it aside, the familiar motions calming his thoughts.
I do not know what the future will bring. I do not know whether Mrs. Shaw will ever forgive me. But I have finally taken the first steps toward becoming a man worthy of her trust.