Godric St. John

Godric is a scholar and a gentleman with a reserved exterior and a inner heartbreak—he watched the love of his life die slowly from a wasting illness. Godric is also the head of the St. John Family.

Hero of Lord of Darkness.

Also appears in Duke of Sin and Duke of Pleasure

Read order for Godric’s story arc: Wicked Intentions » Thief of Shadows » Lord of Darkness

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Godric didn’t visit Clara often at this hour–she usually slept in after what was invariably a restless night. But today he found himself unable to keep away. In the back of his mind he knew that there would come a day—perhaps soon—when he would no longer be able to climb the stairs and see her. 

St. John tapped at her door and then cracked it open. The old maid who was Clara’s constant companion looked up from her chair by the bed, then rose and crossed to tend the fire.

He approached the bed and looked down. Clara must’ve just had her hair washed, for it was spread, a bright banner, over her white pillow. The locks were a deep brown with bits of red in them, now streaked with strands of gray. He found himself stroking her hair—she’d once told him it was her best feature and he’d been amazed that ladies categorized their person thusly. Amazed and fondly amused.

“Godric,” she whispered.

He saw her brown eyes watching him. Once they had been as beautiful as Mrs. Dews’. Now they were always pain-filled.

He bent and brushed a careful kiss across her wide forehead. “Clara.”

She smiled, her pale lips curving just slightly. “To what do I owe this visit?”

He whispered in her ear. “A deep and abiding longing to see the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She laughed, as he’d intended, but then the gentle sound turned to a hacking cough that shook her frame. The nurse hurried over.

St. John stepped back, watching with painful patience as Clara’s spasm gradually subsided. When it was over, sweat had dampened her hair and her face was paler than her pillow, but she looked at him and smiled.

He swallowed past the constriction in his throat. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I merely wanted to tell you that I love you.”

She held a shaking hand out to him.

He took it and watched as she mouthed, “I know.”

St. John made himself smile before turning and leaving his wife’s bedroom.

–from Wicked Intentions