Jasmine knew better than to attempt to intervene on the wedding again. Though it broke her heart to allow it to happen without comment, she did as her role dictated and stood by, watching Lady Marie marry Lord Marcus. She applauded like the others when the newlyweds kissed. Part of her felt relieved her plan had not worked. Even if it had, Lady Marie would likely still have been under mind control.
Once the wedding finished, the ceremony declaring Lord Marcus to be a Duke followed. Jasmine felt only unbridled hatred as she watched him be awarded a title he had no right to. But with Richard now standing by her side, she could not act upon those feelings or even voice them. When the ceremony finished, the new Duke came up to Richard and Jasmine. Lady Marie followed him close behind like a puppy, staring at him with wide, loving eyes.
“I must thank you for your intervention, lovely Lady Jasmine,” Duke Marcus said. Jasmine cast her gaze down.
“It was merely my duty,” she said softly.
“Nonetheless, you have done well. Richard is a lucky man to have you as a betrothed!”
“I truly am lucky,” Richard said, putting an arm around Jasmine’s shoulders. Despite herself, Jasmine was comforted by the gesture. Richard’s arms were strong, warm, and protective. “She is clearly more than just a pretty face.”
“Yes.” Duke Marcus frowned. “A face that looks familiar.” Jasmine felt a moment of panic. Marcus had seen her before she dyed her hair! Would he recognize her?
“I am told I merely have one of those faces that is common,” she stammered quickly.
“Unlikely. A beauty like you is rare.” Duke Marcus frowned at Jasmine for a few more moments before shaking his head. “Though I have seen many beautiful women, so perhaps you do remind me of them, as I do not believe we have met.”
“No, we have not,” Jasmine said.
“It is something you would know for certain,” Richard said. He kissed Jasmine on the cheek. “Mine future bride is unforgettable.” Once again, Jasmine felt a strange surge of longing and fondness for Richard. Yes, he was handsome, but why was she suddenly feeling as though she actually found him a suitable spouse? Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the witch and the Countess talking. Both looked at her during the conversation. Jasmine’s blood ran cold. Did the witch know something? Or was she doing something?
“As thanks for saving my life, Lady Jasmine, I wish to offer you and your betrothed a boon,” Duke Marcus said, interrupting Jasmine’s worried thoughts. Jasmine’s ears perked up.
“What boon?” Richard asked.