The queen is in attendance.” Meaning this nonsense would take twice as long at the minimum. “Looks like we won’t be bowing to the cloth after all. He was dressed in the same ceremonial robe, no doubt sweating buckets beneath it. The Duke of Essex entered, closing the door behind him. Atherton was hardly the first proposal Ruby had turned down. If that was it, he was a bigger idiot than Jasper had initially gauged. Or he could still be bristling over Jasper’s twin sister, Ruby, rejecting his marriage proposal. While Jasper’s outranking of Atherton was hardly a secret, the man was not pleased with having it paraded in front of Parliament as a form of ceremony. The writ of summons to confirm Jasper’s new title as Duke of Albemarle required him to be presented to Parliament with the endorsement of a senior peer and a junior peer. The Duke of Atherton was petulantly sprawled in a chair, scowling wordlessly at Jasper. The heat in the antechamber was suffocating. Jasper DeVere tugged at the neck of the scarlet and ermine robe, desperate to have this asinine ritual over.
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