Page 140 of A Troublesome Circumstance

“That you and Lady Redden marry directly after we do,” Jude replied. “Which is why I procured you a special license as well.”

The duke’s expression sobered. “Are you both quite sure? I would not steal a moment of your day.”

“We are agreed on it,” Jude assured him. “We thought since you will be present in the chapel anyway you may as well take full advantage.”

“I will speak to Diane, but I only just offered for her last night⁠—”

“She knows,” Jude said, cutting him off before his father could work himself into a fretting state. “Josie already spoke to her.”

A broad, disbelieving smile broke across the duke’s face. “Then who am I to say no?”

“Excellent. Shall we depart for the chapel?”

His father blinked. “Now?”

“Is there another time you would prefer to get married?” Jude teased.

Letting out a grunt, the duke pushed himself to his feet. “I suppose now is as good a time as any. Have you informed Luca and Charlotte?”

“They will be waiting for us at the chapel.”

They made their way towards the main door, and his father glanced sideways at him. “I spoke to the queen about your troublesome circumstances.”

Jude nearly stumbled. “You did?”

His father nodded. “Yes. And Her Majesty was insistent on attending your wedding ball. She hopes her presence will squash any rumors that may arise once Mr. Broderick goes to trial.”

“I do not care about rumors.”

“You will, given time,” the duke said gently. “A spotless reputation is a powerful tool. You can accomplish a great deal of good if Society has not turned its back on you.”

Jude inhaled deeply. “Thank you, Father.”

The duke stopped walking, turning to face him fully. For a moment, the older man simply studied him—really, truly studied him.

“I know sentiment is not my strong suit,” he said. “But I want you to know that I am proud of you. You have become a fine young man.”

Emotion tightened Jude’s throat so suddenly he had to purse his lips to keep from embarrassing himself. “That means a great deal to me.”

“I should say it more,” his father continued, his voice rough, “but I too often lose myself in my own troubles.”

“Don’t we all?” Jude replied.

The duke’s smile returned. “I am glad you fought for Lady Josephine. She is a worthy partner for you.”

“That she is,” Jude agreed.

The duke squeezed Jude’s sleeve. “Then let us not wait another moment.”

Outside, Lord Rupert stood near the waiting coach, arms crossed, his expression grave—except for the unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I wished to offer my condolences,” Rupert said, stepping closer. “You are the last of my friends to fall prey to the parson’s mousetrap.”

The duke dipped his head. “Lord Rupert.”

Rupert bowed. “Your Grace.”

“I will be in the coach,” the duke said before climbing in.