Nocturne - a gothic Regency novella

Nocturne – a gothic Regency romance.

A Novella

In her first posting as governess, Ella Montgomery discover beautiful Blackheath Manor hides family secrets and suppressed passions.

Mysterious music in the darkness of night draws Ella to the talented Thomas Worsley, the brother of her employer, the Earl of Renthorpe.

Grievously wounded in the Napoleonic Wars that killed his beloved twin brother, Thomas is held prisoner at Blackheath by more than his blindness and scars.

Fuelled by a bitter jealousy, the Earl has ensured Thomas is only a memory, his name etched on a marble memorial in the Bedfordshire village graveyard.

Drawn together by their love of music, Ella and Thomas begin a clandestine affair, but how far will the Earl go to keep his family’s secret?

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Ella found herself momentarily without a voice. She rose from the chair slowly.

The room was in complete blackness and if not for the sound of a second person breathing and the rustle of fabric as he shifted position on the stool she would swear that she was completely alone. She took a tentative step while in her mind’s eye tried to recall the way to the door without disturbing the furniture or the musical instruments.

“I… I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted to hear you play.”

Her hand brushed against the curved maple of piano. She took another step forward.

“Don’t go.”

She halted.

“Stay… please.” His voice, now so much closer, held a note of expectancy.

“I shouldn’t.” Ella was conscious of the uncertainty in her voice. Her eyes had also fully adjusted to the dark and in the gloom she could see the silhouette of the man behind the piano. His curly hair identified him as a Worsley. She recalled the portraits of the two young men in the entrance hall.

Ella’s long hesitation was taken as acquiescence. Warm resonate notes rose from the soundboard, a tune she did not recognise, beautifully melodic and dreamy in its form.

“Thank you…it’s been so long since I had anyone other than Mrs Mellor to talk to.”

The tune continued. Thomas did not attempt to engage her in further conversation. For her part, Ella remained rooted to the spot, her right hand on rim, the left across her stomach.

“You play beautifully,” she said, before grimacing to herself for uttering such inanity but her praise elicited from him a capriccio, a skilful showing off before returning to his nocturne.

“Thank you.”

“How is it that we never hear you play during the day?”