A Marriage To A Fine Woman | By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 9674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Aislinn.” James said looking at the time as he rolled over. “No
offense to God, but even he expected you to come to bed by now.” Norrington
said seeing that she was still sitting by the window with her head down praying
by a candle. She didn’t answer. James sighed and stood up from the bed walking
over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders as he pulled her back a bit.
“Come on, your being to hard on yourself over this.”
She sniffed a little her face wet with tears, “It’s a sin. It’s a
deadly sin, and I let myself fall right into it and didn’t even realize it.
I’ve failed so badly.” She said starting to put her head down again. James
shook his head and pulled her back up to keep her from retreating back into
prayer.
“It’s not . . . exactly jealousy, darling. There is a whole range of
gray area here about this particular matter. We are human after all. You felt
betrayed, and hurt because you were lied to. . . but that doesn’t necessarily
mean you were jealous. If I had been going behind your back . . . which I would
never of course, not a single person anywhere, not even me could expect you not
to have a similar reaction. If I were the kind that would go running around on
my wife . . .which I’m not . . . I would lose any husbandly rite I have to
you. I would have no rite to demand anything, and in all truthfulness . . . you
would have no obligation to give it to me because I broke the marriage
agreement.”
Aislinn reached up wiping the tears away from her eyes a little. “Then
why didn’t you want me anymore.” She whispered softly. Here was the subject
that were going to keep coming back to again, and it was definitely his fault
this time. “Were you afraid that whatever made me ill, would make you ill
too?”
“No.” He said after several long moments of thought. “The doctors
didn’t know what had caused your sickness. I was afraid that . . . I was the
one who made you ill.” Aislinn paused and turned looking at him hearing his
words. “I didn’t want to risk making you ill again.”
“You didn’t make me sick, James.” She said looking at him for
several moments. “That’s impossible.” She said with an amazed half a
smile. “Why would you think that? A fever was what made me sick, the doctor
said so himself. Being on the ship so far from home where I grew up is what he
said. That wasn’t your fault.” Oh wasn’t it though.
“It’s what I felt like. It’s why I was so distant since we arrived
on these shores. I had been blaming myself for brining you here in the first
place. I didn’t know what else to do but stay away.” Aislinn looked down for
several moments.
“How long are you going to stay away for.” She asked quietly.
James reached up and wrapped his arms around her pulling her against him,
“Not anymore. Not a moment longer.” He kissed her neck, “Let me let you in
on a little secret love.” He whispered into her ear. “I have the corner
market on Jealousy. Your not even a midshipmen where its concerned.” With
that, he blew out the candle and swept her into his arms.
James and Aislinn arrived at Lord Beckett’s home where a large dinner
party was being given. When they came to the door, a servant tried to take
Aislinn’s cloak but was unsuccessful in his attempt. Norrington arched his
brow as he waved the servant away and stood behind Aislinn taking a hold of her
cloak. Only he had as much trouble as the servant removing it. She had a death
grip on the hem.
Norrington leaned down next to her ear, “Aislinn . . . come on darling,
I promise they’ll give it back as we leave.” Knowing that wasn’t the issue
but he was trying to get her to let it go.
“James, please. I don’t . . . this dress really isn’t appropriate
for being out in public . . . it’s not appropriate . . . at all. There’s
just so much of me showing . . . can’t I at least keep my cloak with me in
case I get cold?” She said turning around and looking up at him with a
pleading look in her eyes.
“Darling, I chose this dress for you myself. It’s proper and fitting
for the time and occasion. You look absolutely beautiful.” While he was
talking he managed to get the cloak off of her and quickly passed it to one of
the servants. “You’ve nothing to be frightened of.”
Norrington handed her her fan, and then took her arm leading her up the
stairs and taking her inside. When they were announced nearly every eye in the
room turned towards them. So that the officers and their wives, and families
could see the new Admiral. Then the eyes seemed to shift towards Aislinn to see
her as well. Norrington held her arm a little more firmly when he could feel her
trying to pull backwards wanting to retreat. Having taken the proper moment,
they continued further into the room.
“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Norrington said with a smile.
When he glanced over he found that Aislinn had opened her fan and was keeping it
placed squarely in front of her chest. He half rolled his eyes and took her fan
folding it shut before handing it back to her letting her know not to do that
anymore.
“James! Aislinn!” A familiar voice greeted them as Cutler Beckett
made his way over to them. “Good to see you both. It looks like things have
been going well. Hopefully you have been able to settle in nicely, Aislinn?”
Aislinn smiled and nodded. “I must say, you are looking particularly
ravishing tonight.” Cutler said taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on
the back of her hand. Aislinn blushed a little bit as her fan started to come
back up over the front of her dress, but James reached over pushing it back down
as discretely as he could. “Dinner will be served in just a few moments.
Please, mingle, Aislinn meet some of the other ladies. I know that they have
been dying to meet you. James, I’ll see you in a bit.” Then he turned and
walked away to greet some other guests.
Norrington turned to Aislinn and took her fan, “It’s really not that
warm in here.” He said slipping it into his vest pocket. She frowned. “Now,
you look lovely. I promise you. Look around, all the other women here are
dressed in similar attire. Do you think I would embarrass you by picking out
some form of garment that was completely unacceptable? Please darling, trust me
a little more then that, hmm?”
Aislinn frowned. “But . . .James.” She whispered as she held her
hands up over her chest before looking at him in protest about her exposed
cleavage. “I could be condemned for this.” She said with worry in her voice.
He smiled, “God did not put this much time, work, and effort to create
a Goddess like you with a gorgeous body to go through life in a grain sack. You
are my wife . . . you are beautiful, breathtaking, and deserve to be presented
as such. Now . . . confidence dear. Lets go and see if we can’t find you some
friends to keep you company during the day, hmmm?”
James walked into their bedchambers taking off his coat putting it on the
table and then his vest tossing it on the chair before sitting down and removing
his boots. When he started to remove his cuff links he paused catching something
out of the corner of his eye. He sighed, “Mistakes happen. It was an accident
just waiting for it’s chance. It was a mere coincidence that you were the one
who tripped it into action.” Aislinn didn’t say anything. She just sat in
the corner with her face firmly pressed against the wall. Obviously she was
feeling rather embarrassed and foolish and seemed to be hoping that the wall
would swallow her if she just persisted on pressing her head against it long
enough.
“The chandler fell.” She said not moving.
“Yes.” Norrington recalled.
“Right on top of the roast pig.”
“I remember.” He said having a clear picture.
“The apple flew out of it’s mouth and knocked one of the ladies at
the other end of the table unconscious.”
“I knew her. Don’t worry, you might have been to busy to notice, but
there were people cheering when that happened.” James said rolling up his
sleeves and putting his cufflinks away, taking off his cravat and putting that
away too.
“There was roasted pork, and trimmings everywhere, all over everyone,
except for me because I was the one who fell onto the suit of amour, that
dropped the axe, that cut the rope holding up the chandler.” James smiled and
walked over next to her sitting on the bed.
“Darling, I know. I was there, remember? It’s alright. It was an
accident. Honestly, up until that moment, everyone was bored out of their minds
and you managed to save the dinner party by livening it up. Knocking that woman
out was the highlight of the upper rank officers evening, let me assure you.”
“James . . . I’m supposed to NOT be embarrassing you, remember? I
destroyed Lord Beckett’s dinner party, assaulted one of his guests . . . and
completely demolished his dining room.” She covered her face with her hands.
“Just point me towards your criminals on your patrol, they’ll surrender
after their first 10 minutes in my company and I manage to sink the ship.”
Norrington shook his head and smiled before reaching out and taking her
hand pulling her from the floor and bringing her over to stand in front of him.
He looked up at her with a smile, “It went better then you think. It went
better then I thought really. I’m happy to report that the men I’ll be
working with are not complete morons who are devoted to their work, but can be
understanding when the occasion calls for it.” Reaching up and touched her
chin and stroked the soft skin of her neck a moment. “I think it went very
well for your first dinner party with so many people. You handled yourself very
gracefully otherwise. Your manners were perfect. And of course, if I may say it
once more because I know I’ve said it far to many times tonight already . . .
you were spectacularly breathtaking.”
“I could have caught a cold.” She said still protesting just how much
of her had been showing.
“Oh? Is that so?” James
grinned as he wrapped his arms around her and turned laying her down on the bed
beneath him as he looked down into her eyes. “Hmm, and with just your
shoulders showing? Who knows what you’ll catch tonight, because you’ll be
lacking much more in the next 10 minutes then you did all evening.”
Aislinn’s hands rested on James
shoulders as she grew quiet and said nothing. Norrington’s hand rested against
her cheek a moment stroking her skin ever so gently. “I’ve not betrayed you
Aislinn. I’m sorry that it’s something that weighs heavy on your mind. I
don’t blame you for it . . . it isn’t your fault.” He apologized.
“It’s mine.” She whispered
with a sigh. “The sisters taught me better then this.”
“The same sisters who took an
iron to a child’s back?” Aislinn frowned at his reminder. “Sorry . . .
sorry.” Norrington was still irritated at the whole affair and wanted to take
an iron of his own to those women. “Marguerite wanted revenge on me and you
seemed as though the best way to take it. The fault is not yours darling. Trust
me.”
“What do I do?” She said as
her eyes moved downcast.
“Hmmm. Well that is the question
isn’t it.” He said with a smile stroking her neck now. “How about you
start by kissing me, and we see how things develop from there.” James
suggested most matter of factly looking into her eyes.
Aislinn looked up at him and he
smiled a bit more as he cupped her head in his hand. The young lady did just
that and wrapped her arms around his shoulders kissing him softly at first as
their passion started to grow with each caress.
Aislinn sat quietly with her tea feeling like a sideshow as she nibbled a
cookie taking a sip every now and then. It was her first social event she went
to on her own without James and she felt completely and utterly out of place,
like she was walking on a narrow ledge that was crumbling away from under her
feet.
“Lady Norrington?” She looked up to see the hostess standing beside
her, “Is everything alright?” Aislinn didn’t know what prompted that
question until she looked down at her hands realizing that her cup was rattling
against the saucer because her hands were shaking. Quickly she put her tea down
on the table as she smiled. The woman sat next to her, “I’m sorry, I’ve
forgotten you don’t know anyone here yet do you.”
“I know them by name. My husband knows their husbands.” She said
softly folding her hands in her lap feeling so incredibly uncomfortable. The
woman chuckled a little, knowing that Aislinn was perhaps one of the youngest,
if not the youngest of the wives among them.
“Let me introduce you to everyone properly.” That was all that had to
be said before every woman in the room seemed to pop up from their seats and
move closer to flock around the new arrival. The Admiral’s wife. Of course
everyone wanted to know who she was and everything they possibly could about
her. Then the real gossip could begin.
Aislinn’s eyes went wide as she moved back in her chair a bit as the
fluttered crowd of women flocked in her direction. It was terrifying to see the
storm of dresses and skirts twirl about as they moved closer. She half smiled
but was still so unnerved by the situation.
James heard the front door open and close and looked up to see Aislinn
starting to walk past his study. He was actually rather anxious to see how
everything went and stood putting his quill down walking out to the hallway.
“Well?” He asked. “How was it?”
Aislinn turned around with a look of utter exhaustion and a frown on her
face as though she had just dragged herself through a hurricane and barely
survived. Her eyes looked at James like a saddened puppy dog. Norrington
wasn’t sure what her reply was going to be but he had the feeling he was going
to be paying for someone’s entire China collection just by her expression.
“What’s the matter darling, what happened?”
She looked as though she was going to cry, “I’ve been invited to tea
by every officers wife in the entire fleet.” She said with horror in her
voice. “I’ll be going to a different home every day for the next 6
months.” Her lip quivered at the thought. James raised his eyebrows at this
news, and couldn’t stop the sudden laugh that leapt from inside at her
apparent reaction of utter trauma at this development. Quickly he stifled it but
the smile remained.
“Oh sweetheart.” He said walking towards her opening his arms and
drawing her against him rubbing her back. “That’s wonderful news!” He said
pulling away slightly so he could look at her. “That’s exactly what I was
hoping for. You’ve gotten to meet all the other wives, and now you’ll get to
know them individually. You’ll make plenty of new friends in no time at
all.” He said touching her chin.
“James . . .” She said looking at him. “It was horrible . . .they
were everywhere, they were talking at once . . .they asked me so many questions
. . . they wouldn’t even give me a chance to answer half of them before they
moved on to the next . . .” She said still feeling a bit of anxiety over the
whole ordeal.
James chuckled, “Well of course dear. You were someone new and they
were just excited to get to know you is all. It will be different when it’s a
more personal and intimate meeting. Today was simply the pulmonary
introduction.” Aislinn sighed burring her face in his chest. Norrington
laughed a little just holding her close. “You must get used to this sort of
thing dear, after all . . . you are the Admiral’s wife.”
“Can’t I be his recluse wife?” She mumbled against his chest still
feeling so uneasy and stressed about the day she had just been through. James
smirked and arched a brow stroking her hair.
“Sorry darling. You know that’s impossible. Would hardly be proper
for me to have a wife that turned herself into a hermit now wouldn’t it?” He
leaned back and touched her chin. “You’ll be fine. A few attendances to tea
when the crowd isn’t so large and it’s a more intimate setting, and you’ll
be fine.” She nodded a little.
“What do I tell them when they ask me questions I can’t answer?”
She said a little frustrated. “They seemed like personal questions . . .
should I answer them even if I do know the answer?” She questioned.
James thought a moment, “Well, what sort of questions?” He said
wrapping his arm around her waist as they started to walk down the hallway
together as dinner would no doubt be ready in just a few moments.
“They wanted to know how we came to be married. I simply told them that
you and my father agreed that it would be best.” She said thinking that would
be a good place to start.
“I see nothing wrong with that answer. It’s the truth, and doesn’t
go into any deeply personal details. Arranged marriages are most common, and
many of their marriages were arranged as well.” He said reassuring her that
she had handled that question well.
Aislinn seemed a little sheepish about the next question that threw her
for a loop, and was a bit hesitant for bringing it up. It seemed to be a base
for all the other questions she had no idea how to answer. “They asked how
long it would be until we would be expecting our first child. If we were
planning on starting our family right away . . . or waiting a while until your
post in Port Royal was established . . . when I said I wasn’t sure . . . they
started asking me how we would raise our children . . . how many we would have,
boys or girls . . . all sorts of things.”
Norrington’s steps slowed when this subject came about. Something they
had never really discussed. They had brushed upon it, once or twice in the
course of talking about husbandly rites to his wife, but that was all. He paused
feeling as though he had just walked out onto a plank over a circling pool of
sharks. The truth was, the subject had already come up, but he had kept it from
her.
“How did you feel about the possibility of starting a family?” He
questioned looking at her a moment wanting to know her feelings on the matter.
Aislinn grew silent and looked down a moment.
“I . . .. don’t know.” She looked at James, “There’s still so
many things that I don’t know . . . I don’t understand. How would I teach
them anything? How would I know how to protect them?” She swallowed a huge
lump of nervous panic that had developed in her throat. “Unless . . . unless
you would like to send them to the convent that raised me so that they could . .
. .”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” James instantly shouted. He didn’t mean to roar
at her but the very suggestion made his blood boil. “Under no circumstances
are my children going to be sent to that . . . that prison where they break
children’s backs with Irons for the most poposterours reasons I’ve ever
heard of!!!” She instantly wilted like a dying flower and slipped back away
from him with her eyes decidedly downcast shivering knowing full well that she
made a mistake. The sound of his booming angry voice made her very soul quiver.
James looked at her and quickly regained his senses realizing he over
reacted. It was really the first time they had talked about this at all. Really,
it was too soon for them to start a family. To soon for her to start having
children. Not until she was settled into her new life a bit better. He sighed.
“Aislinn . . . what I meant to say . . . was that there is no need for our
children to be raised in a convent. They will have their mother. You were
deprived of yours . . . but ours won’t be. You see?”
Aislinn nodded a little but her insides were still shaking at the way he
had shouted almost in a madness at the mere suggestion she had made. Norrington
sighed feeling like the ass he was and walked over taking her hands. “Lets
just . . . go to supper and we’ll talk about this later, alright? Have a nice
meal and enjoy each others company?” She nodded a little. The Admiral kissed
her forehead and wrapped his arm around her leading her to the dining room.
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