Teaching His Ward Quotes

“Love is not to alter, but to accept.”
― Noël Cades, Teaching His Ward

“It seems I find you once again unaccompanied," a voice said at her side. Jemima turned, already knowing who it was. She felt the same rush of delight and nerves as she looked up at his handsome and commanding features.

"I am just returning to my party, sir." As she said it, Jemima wondered if perhaps he were an actual peer and whether she should have said "my lord".

His eyes never left hers. "May I have this dance?”
― Noël Cades, Teaching His Ward

“Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared Jemima for such a man as stood before her now. Nor her reaction to him that seemed to overtake her whole body.

He was tall and broad shouldered, with exquisitely cut clothes moulded to his athletic form. His hair was jet black with no streak of silver, though Jemima could not discern the colour of his eyes in the candlelight. His features were impossibly handsome, chiselled as though by a Greek sculptor.”
― Noël Cades, Teaching His Ward

“When the dancing started he decided he must distance himself, and left the ballroom for the adjoining room. As he entered he noticed a young woman sitting by herself at the side of the room, clad in a pale gown. It made a striking contrast with the soft rosewood hue of her hair. A chit seated alone was in itself slightly remarkable, but all the more remarkable was his own reaction. In some momentary fit of insanity, Marcus found himself approaching her.

"You do not dance, Madam?"

Two silver-grey eyes met his, and Marcus felt an unexpected jolt.

"As you can see, Sir, I do not." Her voice was low and clear.

What madness had just overtaken him he could not say, but Marcus suddenly found himself asking her to dance. "Might I remedy that state of affairs?”
― Noël Cades, Teaching His Ward

“The scent of bay, the heat of his skin. The trace of wine mingled in his kiss.”
― Noël Cades, Teaching His Ward