A Wild Night's Bride by Victoria Vane

Author:Victoria Vane
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781771011310
Publisher: Breathless Press
Published: 2012-04-24T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Phoebe was amazed how easily DeVere had fallen in with her plan. As she’d directed, the hackney dropped them on the mall on the garden side of the convoluted maze of wings and courtyards that comprised St. James Palace.

“We’ll go through the Palace Gardens,” she said.

“But there are some fifty Yeoman of the Guard at St. James,” Ned said. “How the devil do you propose to get by them?”

“There are only twenty at night,” she corrected him. “And there is a private entrance through the Chair Court that is little known and only used by the Royal Family. Since they are not currently in residence, it should be lightly guarded.”

“How can you possibly know this?” DeVere asked.

“I was a member of the Royal Household for almost four years. Although I spent the majority of my time at the Bower Lodge and the queen’s house at Kew, I have been to most of the royal residences.”

“You have?” Ned looked astonished. “How? I mean in what capacity?”

“If you must know, I was once a nursery maid to the royal princesses.”

“A nursery maid?” Ned seemed more puzzled than ever. “But you are an actress.”

Phoebe lifted a brow. “What do you imply, sir?”

“Only that such positions are not come by easily, and the queen takes great care in selecting her servants, especially those to the children. Only a gentlewoman...”

“I secured the position through my aunt who was wet nurse to the Prince of Wales. Is it so impossible to believe I might have been gently bred?”

Ned flushed. “That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I don’t know! I’m just confounded to understand what would lead a young woman from the Royal Nursery to the Covent Garden stage.”

“Dismissal, perhaps?” she offered drily.

“But why?” Ned asked.

“Does it really matter, Ned?” DeVere interrupted. “So you know the lay of the land, do you?” he asked Phoebe.

“I have been to the private apartments at St. James on several occasions.”

DeVere laughed. “Damn if I don’t find that another capital stroke of luck.”

They approached stealthily from the garden side, where they concealed themselves behind a tall yew hedge formed into a miniature maze. As predicted, there was, indeed, only a single Yeoman at the gate. “Although there’s only one, I doubt he’ll be inclined to let us pass,” Ned said with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

“We only want for a diversion.” Phoebe chewed her lip.

Ned looked to DeVere. “You are the master of mayhem. Any brilliant ideas?”

“If we want him to leave the gate, we must provide proper motivation,” DeVere answered.

“Such as?” Phoebe prompted.

“Let us keep to the basics, my pet. Men are primarily moved by either their stomachs or their cocks. If we cannot tempt the one, it must be the other.”

Ned glared. “What are you suggesting?”

“Our little chambermaid can take the blighter off by offering him a hand job.”

“The hell she will!” Ned barked before Phoebe could answer for herself. “Think of something else!”

“Come now, Ned. She’ll be well-compensated for her trouble. He laughed. “Hell, for a thousand, I might be tempted to do it myself.

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