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  2. John Palliser

    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    John Palliser He was alone for this second day of Worship and was glad for it. His sister had taken a chill and was inclined towards peevishness so he had left her with instructions for her maid to see to any wants. He was again dressed in somber attire which was basically a change of coat and stockings but he doubted that it would really be counted. He had seen much the previous day and had spent a good part of the night at his desk having to rethink Everything. Back home there was emphasis placed on Religious services for Easter but here, well, it was more a Social outing then true Belief! Both of them had been taken back by the level of gossip and undercutting from clothes to conversations made worse by the fact that they knew next to nothing about any of it. Yet it was also a benefit as it allowed for him to do what was his nature - to observe. And observe he had. The conversation he had shared with the two Gentleman had been an eye-opening one and further added to fact that he had a rough road ahead of him. But he was not discouraged. He had a Plan. This week he would spend some time in researching out the Hasting connection - he had inquired of the two gentleman and was told that the current 7th Earl of Huntington was a man called Theophilus Hastings who was married and had a new son. Was Shaftsburys man he had been warned and had somewhat of a reputation for being inconsistant in his Political dealings. John took note but made hardly remarks to it. He would need the Earl to acknowledge the family connection distant that it was if he was to be accepted. He had to present himself at some point he had been told but was unsure as to what that might entail. So better to be as prepared as possible and that meant getting the information he needed and for it to be correct. He sat now as he had the day before - not slouched or with arm across the pews back - yet with decidely more comfort. It was now familiar and so were those all about. His gaze traveled about resting on several women that caught his eye and he hid a smile. One thing was for certain the delights for his appraisal were bountiful and he was a man after all. He must learn to adapt and so while was uninterupted he allowed his mind to conjure up all manner of things ....
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  4. Caroline Despanay

    Desperatis hic in Vinarium | Saturday after 10pm

    "God bless you," came a familiar voice out of the darkness followed by Caroline holding a flickering candle, her smile almost as bright as the waxen light. In her other hand, Caroline held something wrapped in a dark cloth, a more careful look would make one guess it was some sort of bottle. Given it's bearer, was that any surprise. "Am I early? When you are involved or drinking involved, I hate to be fashionably late," she grinned.
  5. Caroline Despanay

    Long Overdue Visit / Fri.Evening

    So she had set her sights now on Ranelagh then? More realistic than her hopes with the King in Caroline's measured opinion. She dearly loved Nicci but it suddenly struck her - she was not all sure Nicci would make a good wife? Anymore than she was confident she would make one either though she refused to count her first marriage. Disaster though it had been, she had never stood any chance from the beginning. She resolved to do better this second time around. George seemed a far better man than her original spouse. "Oh I do wish you well on that endeavor. Let me know if I can ever be of assistance to you in any way," Caroline pledged. They toasted then in great spirits. Then Nicci brought up Rowland. "Well, he has his baroncy now. He did not ask me for my hand, he likes me I believe but too late now. I am taken by storm. George did not go thru the process of a long drawn out siege but stormed my battlements with a frontal assault. And he won.....well, I like to think I won too," Caroline smiled "Financially I will be better off with George than Rowland anyhow. Trust me, I know all the finances of Glendon estate. It is in the black but hardly wildly prosperous."
  6. Caroline Despanay

    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    "The honor is mine, Lord Mountjoy," Caroline smiled back, quite the wardrobe on the gentleman, "Indeed, there is much about the French to admire." Ah so it turned out that Lord Athenry here was already taken... well, as in married. Hardly surprising, as he was a handsome fellow. Not that Caroline was looking in that fashion. She was George's woman now. "Ah, let me add my congratulations, Lord Athenry," she declared in all sincerity. After the man spoke for a moment she flashed him a look, "Conspiracy? Surely no one would think so. We are merely joined together on this holy day in simple conversation. Are you always so dramatic? Perhaps the stage might be a suitable calling?" She liked to tease people but lest he take that too personal, she quickly added, "Pay me no mind, I simply like to joke a bit." Yet still she could not resist, hopefully George would not be appalled by her boldness, if so he'd better get used to it, "Though in truth if you were on the stage, you have the looks for it, the ladies would heartily approve."
  7. Last week
  8. For they are not permitted to speak, but should be in submission, as the Law also says. 1 Corinthians 14:35. The verse could have made an excellent, if entirely improper, sarcastic retort to the lady who spoke against him. Cadell had nearly made it a day in London without feeling a longing for the byzantine ways of Versailles, where at least respect was shown and the true faith acknowledged. Even were he not a Catholic, he could not help but shake the feeling that le Roi or his queen would not have approved of the dark-haired woman's slight against his words and the transition to the Song of Solomon. The flush in his cheeks, which began with Sophia's verbal misstep (easily brushed off) and continued with the urging of one glass of wine too many (more than welcome), seemed to refuse to leave. His courtier's mask became a scowl, one Athenry hid behind another sip of wine, the glass raised momentarily in acknowledgment of what appeared to be Chichester's defense of him, inaudible though it may have been. Smiling gratefully at Sophia as she provided a measure of reassurance, the viscount attempted to seem diffident in his shrugging as he murmured a quiet, wry, “If nothing else, their ignorance of the principle of tolerance spurs the competition onward.” And thus, away from his embarrassment. “Very apt, my lady,” Cadell commented on Sophia's suggestion, nodding once in approval. “And a beautiful Psalm besides. 'May sinners vanish from the earth, and the wicked be no more'.” In a very un-Christian manner, his grey eyes drifted back to Darlene briefly, wondering who his naysayer was before reclining slightly in his seat, shoulders beginning to slump. He felt tired, all of a sudden, and the wine in his belly had begun to shift from relaxing to distraction. “I suppose if Her Majesty is pleased, then the venture was worth it,” he observed to Lady Toledo with a slight sigh. Then, a weak chuckle. “Leave it to court to turn the word of Our Lord into a competition, hm?”
  9. Frances had indeed quite forgot about this and it was by sheer chance her seeing a stray Palace cat that her own memory was jostled. Sanded and sealed one of the Duke's servants would see it delivered and wait, if bid to, for a response.
  10. Kingstons and James When did you become so cynical my dear? She had not noticed this about her son previously, perhaps it was the effect of hearing Francis in this away from home setting... Bess found it unusual to hear, however true the comment was it showed Jade. She was less concerned with Francis' young friends views, and lightly laughed on cue as James said he'd never kiss and tell. "I did not think it was that sort of tale I was asking for." never the less, she clarified. Francis groan around this same time reminded her why mothers wee not the preferred company for young men out making names for themselves. Still, she was very curious to what flattering Tale might come -- Thus equally disappointed when that tale was so plain. There was mor to it, she was sure, but neither of them were keen for a full telling. James even (belatedly) now to change the subject. "Permanently is such a dramatic word." Raising an eyebrow towards the poet, she replied vaguely while reading his question as a compliment, "but excuse me now, gentlemen." With consideration for her son she thought to leave him to catch up more with his fiend without a mothers ears present. "I think I see the Fieldings..." she added for Francis benefit, before with a nod she gracefully moved on through the throngs. She would find Francis again later, for they would sit together of course.
  11. Robert Saint-Leger

    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    Beverleys The young viscount beamed at his lady wife. Ha! Let any say I have made a poor choice! If clapping was appropriate, he would have done so, but instead he gave her a smile and a generous nod and one for Her Majesty as well. For, he wished the particular verse brought her happiness as well. When attention shifted from them, Beverley said, "I do think you have steered the ship some, dear wife. Well done." After all, he had chosen Mary partly for the background and education he knew that she must have, for Lady Basildon and Lady Worcester were quite capable and intelligent ladies. And such tender redirections were better done by a woman anyway.
  12. George Hardwick III

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    Another day, another day of sitting in the chapel As George arrived he looked about for his almost fiancée? Was Caroline here yet... Today he did sport the exuberantly lacy handkerchief - though rued the thought that others might think he now did so in homage to Mountjoy. But hey, there were worse people in this world to mimic! And besides, was it not part of his master plan this season, to somehow move his way into the Queens household.
  13. “Hmm..." George considered her method to test her mothers theory. Turning it into a game seemed a bit, ah, unnecessary though. He avoided agreeing to that as he continued, "well to begin with one neds to define what you think of yourself. That must be the examination made, setting the parameters, before one can then go about seeing if those same things are what other people think about you." Which was a tad different to the spin she put upon the theory. George was a man far more interested in fact than fiction. Which was perhaps why he and Grey had gotten along so well, and why the other had entrusted George with his constellations charts. "It seems to me you need to view these charts in person." Said he, which seemed to be her idea also. "I shall bring Gray’s Charts with me, when shall we plan this, and... at risk of being rude, might I suggest we dine as well." It was indeed rude to invite himself to dinner, but George was tired of dining by himself, and boldness (recently at least) seemed to be working in his favour! "Ha, I have not planned ahead that far." he replied to her very sensible question of who would see these paintings. "No, I think not, these are more for private collections I think. It is very much in the early stages anyhow, I have completed but one. And it would be indiscreet of me to tell you that noblewomans name." OOC: shall we look at wraping up our thread once we get our next 'date' settled?
  14. George Hardwick III

    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    Davina Next To George "Very mild mannered," George commented in a whipered teasing-tone to Davina following her delivery, and with a grin continued, "I hardly recognised you." His and Davina's tempers, both unstable at times, was one of the resons that their thoughts of a serious relationsip had failed. But as friends, they got along just swimmingly.
  15. Robert Saint-Leger

    Plots with Pepys | 7th late afternoon

    Beverley hmmmed and nodded. And getting smaller vessels fully functional was not amiss against the Dutch, for some of their vessels allowed much closer coastal travel for which larger ships required deeper waters. Smaller crafts were oft used as pursuit crafts on those shallower coastal waters. "If they wish the honour of a position as an officer, they cannot be so very choosey, now can they?" Then he added, "They can be part of the defense of inner waters for all it matters, to prevent an attack like Medway again or any foreign ships proving troublesome on our coasts." If someone else paid for it, they could lay out whatever ships could be put together at every port...and they had a lot of ports. Beverley was actually the seat of the Humber which ran through Hull and was one of the larger ports in the North Ridings; not that Beverley recalled ever having actually been there...
  16. Robert Saint-Leger

    Happy-ish Returns, early evening, 9th April

    Beverley smiled and chuckled to himself. "Touche." "Ha! Yes, it is very strange with both titles and surnames of Herbert and Somerset in the realm. Unfortunately, we cannot claim a stronger relation. Though, if I daresay, I would much rather a brother-in-law of Lord Herbert than the Herbert that is Lord Pembroke. He is, they say, a most mercurial and irascible personage." Whereas, the young Lord Herbert was the youngest member of the Royal Society, a far more cerebral individual. "Mmm, yes, they do say it rivals His Majesty's. And that he has bears and lions ravage dogs and any number of beasts." His eyes flared. It was quite common to fight animals but Pembroke's scale was reportedly on another scale and quite bloody. "I think any man should like to see a lion." Or any exotic animal, really. "Well, you shall have to inspire any young prince to grow to like you before he is old enough to decide to be jealous," Beverley replied, sagely and strangely. His aptitude for strategy extended to court life to an extent. "I should like to meet him if such would be permissible, though I have hardly been a military man of much action." One day, perhaps. Chuckling at the very French description, Beverley answered, "Well, I am certain His Majesty appreciates that." He turned his eyes back to the presents and moved his hands to the box. Beverley had a most candid face, and his delight was very plainly written in the parting of his upturned lips and brightening of his honey-brown eyes. "It is most magnificent!" He held the curved blade up and examined the fine horse head before admiring the fineness of the blade itself. "Thank you, my friend." Then he added with an amused grin, "I do not think this is very French."
  17. Dorothea and Francis "We should have guessed that would happen." She agreed, likewise dismayed as for a moment the quotations took on a political, and then almost bawdy tack. Thankfully the night was saved, as Lady Beverly made a course-correct. Dorotha’s eyes slid to the Queen, who through all of this maintained her usual ‘court’ smile, hiding her deeper opinions on this one or that one’s offering. “I think she is pleased.” Dorothea whispered to Francis.
  18. Individuals continued to stand, taking a turn at presenting a verse. It was one of the Moustacio'd group who stood next; William Abdy infact. He had found a bold and manly verse with a sword in it, that he hoped might impress the ladies present!
  19. Darlene Hamilton

    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    Darlene & Chatham It was little surprise that Darlene's voice was 'vaguely familiar' to Sophia, for when the German girl had first arrived at court she had attended the Opera that Darlene had held. Sophia had begged to perform in the next. That had been a lifetime ago now, the dramatics of court life was like that. Sulking after her own performance had flopped, Darlene paid little attention to the following bible quotes until Sophia spoke - her choice of song themed verse reminded Darlene of that time way back when. Perhaps I should host another Opera for her? she wondered to herself, unaware that Sophia's kudos on that score had moved far past the point of accepting theatrical hand outs. Then her Cromwell finally chose to take a turn, Darlene was sure he'd make it a especially stuffy one. Perhaps something from Revelation even. But it was not. Sitting again, he admitted his loss. "I forgive you," she whispered back, "this is a tough crowd to try crack, anything with more, thrust, would flop." A small smile tuged at the pretty lady's lips once more. "Do you think it's almost over yet?" She felt done with it, and ready for some 'after the event' fun.
  20. Nicolette was so bored. Lisa, even Louis, seemed to be taking the long weekend of devoutness far too seriously (and she did not even consider Margaretha for company.) Absolutely desperate for some fun and diversion, she'd sent out notes to a few of her discreet friends, and a few to indiscreet ones also, hoping that they might dare heavenly condemnation and meet with her in the Kings vinarium. (Yes that was how bored Nicci was; she'd even looked up the Latin word for a wine flask!) Dressed in a midnight blue cloak, Nicci skulked down the eerily silent halls of the place... though she did not dare to pray others would join her, she 'hoped' it really hard. In the Cellar "Achoo!" Nicci sneezed (and almost blew out her candle) - having selected one of the more dusty bottles down from the rack. Hopefully it was a good one. At the table, a few feet away, there were a good half dozen bottles already opened, along with as many glasses with a just a sampled splash in each.
  21. Charles Audley

    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Charles and Juliana Charles winced sympathetically at Juliana's words. "I know. My sisters are just reaching that age and, well, let us just say that I am glad they remain at the estate." That was not, strictly speaking, true. Both Sarah and Catherine were almost unreasonably well-behaved in fact, at least when he was at home. (He did not trust Catherine's innocently cherubic smile, though. It reminded him entirely too much of his own.) "As for myself, I have fared as well as one could expect, though bitterly have I missed the... entertainments and distractions of court." By which he meant Juliana, and she doubtless did not need his waggled eyebrow to know that. He waggled it anyway, just for fun. The ridiculously unsubtle nature of their flirting had always been a pleasure, and he had to make up for lost time. Her pout could have started a riot in a monastery, and Charles could not help but think it unfair to pair such a fetching expression with such unwelcome news. He clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Irritating but entirely understandable," he conceded, and smiled a slow, hungry smile. "I suppose the wait will add a certain... spice to proceedings." He laughed softly as she stepped in and trailed her nails over his thigh. He was exquisitely aware of them, little lines of lightning shooting through him. That, and her closeness, her warmth and her scent, were beginning to have an effect on him. It would only be gentlemanly to reciprocate. He reached down to trail his thumb over the inside of the wrist of her free hand. "My stepmother will be sitting with me," he whispered. His eye flashed. "We shall have to be very discreet."
  22. Charles nodded and leaned back into his seat. Henrietta's deep blush was distracting, and it would not do to ruin things now. How far down does it go, I wonder... He dismissed the errant thought and focused. This was an entirely unexpected development, but the more he thought on it, the more it made sense. It would be a challenge to persuade her father, of course, but not an impossible one. "Of course Selene," he replied, smile widening. "I have questioned you a great deal already today, but is there anything you would know of me?"
  23. Chatham and Darlene Charles had never expected to find himself glad to see the Bishop open his mouth, but he was thoroughly grateful for the interminable droning as Compton opened the celebration of hypocrisy. His composure had nearly cracked under Darlene's last sally, and the distraction allowed him to gather himself. (It was absurd, of course, to care so much about winning a game with no stakes, but Charles was deeply competitive.) "Feminine silliness is to be tolerated, as a foible of the weaker sex, but only to an extent madam. Have a care," he whispered once he trusted himself to look sidelong at her without smirking. His impersonation was helped by just how much of a bore the pious recitation proved to be. It was no struggle to keep his face locked in an expression of stern, pensive pomposity. It was worse than he had feared, one meaningless quote after another. There were Bible verses warning against just such empty repetition of scripture he recalled. How did it go again? 'This people honoureth me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me?' That thought inspired a grim amusement, and he toyed with the idea of using that as his quotation, swallowing a smile. It would be deeply, deeply satisfying, but not enough to compensate for how equally deeply unwise it would be. No, if he was to poke at the assembled crowd, it would have to be more subtly. He pondered that for a time, paying no real attention to the rush of quotes until Sophia's voice roused him from his reverie. He looked up, and idly adjusted his cravat as she curtsied and resumed her seat. He had an apt verse in mind, now, and if it was a more obtuse mockery of this event than he would have preferred, well, he had no intention of wasting any more time and mental effort thinking of a better. He stood smoothly and pitched his voice to carry, and closed his eye in a fit of theatricality. He had always enjoyed rhetoric lessons as a boy, and it was about time he made proper use of them. "Corinthians 13, verses 1 through 3. That has always been the core of it, for me. So much of scripture can be taken from its proper context and made to fit evil ends, but that is a simple, pure directive that cannot be twisted. We are commanded to love Him and to love one another, and if we fail in that we are nothing." He opened his eye, inclined his head, and seated himself again. "I shall have to concede our game, I think," he whispered to Darlene. "That was not a Cromwellian choice of verse, nor a Cromwellian delivery."
  24. Charles Blount

    A Good Friday Morning Constitutional (April 8)

    He was about to answer affirmatively in the flattering way of a courtier when inspiration hit him. He was generally not one for prose or frivolity preferring reason and facts to make his points but the wistful talk of exotic lands had moved him and limericks always tended to embolden everyone into believing they were aspiring poets so he answered thusly. I assuredly give my consent For I never would wish to prevent The Lady from amusing the King With her bawdy rhyming For his Majesty’s enjoyment is frequent He looked around afraid he may have overstepped his bounds or made a fool of himself as he ‘Ahemed.’ In self deprecation. “I do believe my meager attempt at verse would not cause anyone to mistake me for a member of the Merry Gang
  25. Cordelia Lucas

    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Cordelia, Lisa, and Margaretha Cordelia was calculating on her feet and made the assumption that this girl had had her wardship bought and that was no matter unless Lady Basildon was making use of it as a sweetner to up the anti in the husband pool selection. She saw the swift glance made by the Countess and the apprisal done and thought that there was perhaps some truths in her own assessment - Lady Basildon was intent upon a course that would be self fulfilling as were all Courtiers - and so Cordelia must now discover what THAT was before deciding on the best way to procede. Ambition was a fine thing yet it could easily destroy those that did not understand that one had to temper it and oft times add in a healthy dose of Patience. She offered another smile and a nod of acceptance to the curtsies. The younger girl then deferred to the Countess and Cordelia wonderd just what lay beneath that red head and mild manner. Would this girl be like the Cavendish daughter cleverly hiding her true manner as she said and did what was expected but all the while schemed inside or would she, due to her foreign birth, be the opposite and thus far easier to handle and mold? Cordelia refocused on the Countess and paused as if in thought then said "I see no reason why such things can not be arranged now. Can we agree upon Wednesday the 13th - late morning?" She did not add a at your connivance simply because she wanted to be the one that set the tempo from the start. Lady Basildon was clearly a woman of no nonsense who was used to having her own way so Cordelia was curious as to just how far she could push her.
  26. Sophia de la Cerda

    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Francis and Sophia Sophia was afraid that Francis would not wish to speak to her again after what she had said earlier. The breath she had not realized she was holding whooshed out of her when he turned to her and smiled. “Very well,” she replied with a charming smile of her own. “If I do not hear from you, I will be at the fountain on Wednesday afternoon.” She nodded when he mentioned her dilemma. “Yes, of course.” The blonde Countess certainly didn’t wish to discuss converting to Catholicism with the Duke. “What about the day after, on Thursday? Maybe we can go riding together if you do not have to serve His Majesty then?"
  27. Sophia de la Cerda

    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    Athenry and Sophia Lord Athenry was cute when he blushed, though Sophia felt guilty about embarrassing him by her impromptu choice of words. English was a complicated language, but at least they didn’t have as many articles as German. Her native language was probably harder to learn. As for Spanish, Cadell admitted he was by no means fluent, but his simple answer was easy to understand. “Just try your best,” she suggested. “My lord husband is accustomed to my imperfect Spanish. I think he will appreciate your effort, though will most likely switch to English before long.” A good Ambassador respected the country in which he served, which meant conversing in its native language most of the time. She laughed when he promised not to restart the Franco-Spanish war. “Thank you, my friend.” Her voice held a teasing tone. “A war would completely decimate my drawing room and then I would have to redecorate it all over again.” The young Countess adored discussing books with Cadell. Most gentlemen, she suspected, would be appalled at the diversity of her reading material, which went above and beyond what ladies were supposed to be interested in. They had bonded over their love of reading and had recommended books to each other, the way he was doing now. Sophia clapped her hands, heedless as to whether looks would be cast in her direction. “I promise I will take good care of it and return it to you when I am done,” she said about the chapbook he offered her. He didn’t seem thrilled with his wife’s expensive tastes. Luckily for Sophia, her own husband didn’t mind hers. Or perhaps he did, but Juan had ordered him to deny her nothing. The recitation began. She was a bit surprised that Lord Kingston went first. He had never struck her as the kind of man who craved attention. Was he changing now that he was being guided by the Duke of Buckingham? His style had certainly improved. She hoped he wouldn’t become as arrogant as His Grace. Lord Chichester followed with a verse of his own, and Sophia smiled in his direction. He was sitting with Mistress Wellsley. She’d seen the two of them together before in previous seasons. Were they sweethearts? She glanced over at Davina. She’s Catholic too. Maybe she can give me advice from a woman’s point of view. Mistress Wellsley would be getting a letter from her too. Cadell spoke up next and she nodded as he explained his choice of verse. She could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable. When he sat back down, she smiled reassuringly. “Very true,” she agreed, “and something that people need reminding of.” She fervently believed that God loved everyone equally, no matter their gender, faith, or nationality. A vaguely feminine voice spoke against Catholics. Lady Oakham? She was allowed back at court after stabbing poor Master Killigrew last spring? Beside her was the utterly fascinating Lord Chatham. Sophia reached up and touched her cheek, the secret sign that meant she was thinking of him. Lady Oakham, rather predictably, quoted Song of Solomon. Lord Chichester reprimanded her with another verse. Davina went next followed by Sophia’s new friend Mistress Dundas and Lord Beverly’s wife. The blonde Countess could identify with the last verse, as she, too, was with child. Short but sweet “And here we go,” she whispered to Cadell as she stood, her gaze moving theatrically around the circle. Utilizing the acoustics in the presence chamber as only a highly trained musician could, she projected her voice so that it seemed to echo from all corners of the room. "Psalm 104:33. This is why I sing. God gifted me with a beautiful voice so that I could use it to praise him. Every time, I lift my voice in song, I sing for his glory.” With a cute little curtsy, Sophia sat back down. “I hope I didn’t mess that up,” she murmured to Cadell.
  28. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Shhh... a party | rumours arriving saturday morning

    Anne-Elisabeth received Nicolette’s note while she was getting ready for yet another boring church service. Its contents gave her hope that not everything was going to be somber this weekend. While her hair was being arranged, she wrote a reply: After sealing it, she sent a servant to deliver it immediately.
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