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Robert Saint-Leger

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    Lord Beverley

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    Horses, horse racing, militaria, shooting, gambling
    Major & Aide to Prince Rupert

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  1. "There is a saying about those that are the greatest not needing to advertise it, that others will speak of their greatness for them. Something like that. You surely should not feel obscured by any other families," he said, having a very grand conceit of himself within the scheme of things at court. Were he a more flowery speaker or better writer, they pair could have published an intriguing and scathing chronical of court stories, drawn from real life. Though, his inner superior monologue was more eloquent than he allowed, as evidence by his - relative - ease speaking to his wife. "What is the change?" Beverley dared ask, with rapt attention, having absolutely no idea what door he was opening in that very moment. (Hahahahaha, oh Beverley)
  2. Beverley snorted at his wife saying Lady Somerset was la ti da over being a duchess. In a conspiratorial whisper, meant for those evil things he might think but knew he should not say, her husband said, "Well, if you were of new blood and only of recent consequence, you might behave in such a way as a duchess as well." He scoffed, "She is a silly girl, who has let her illusion of illustriousness go to her head, my dear. You have the blood of Kings. It is she who is losing by not cultivating your relationship." Beverley was, if nothing else, extraordinarily snooty, like only those of the old noble bloodlines could be. When you had a name like Saint-Leger, and came over in the conquest hundreds of years prior, every family was an upstart! "I think only some of the rebuke is quite a success with Lady Mountjoy these days, no? I am sure she is quite on edge over Her Majesty. I would take it as a compliment that you were asked to see to such a duty in the first place; who would think to check a bible verse, and in comparison to many of those tonight, hers was far from the worst." It had taken many months, but he was doing a far better job of finding his words around his wife. He could be far more eloquent when he was not nervous.
  3. "As do I. It is all well and good to deal with military minded gentlemen all day and wily conversation at court by night, but it is very exhausting and not very authentic." Beverley was not one who had many he would count as friends, who he could speak to in such a personal way, without any fears of what they wanted from him. He had his go of being raucous at university and had been soundly taken advantage of for his coin too. Well, he understood that afterward at least. It had colored his candor ever since, and as he was not the most skilled socializer at court, he had not made many friends. "Yes, that was quite vicious of me, but...erm...it is a bit cathartic...to let those feelings out, as silly as they are. He is sometimes a little beast, and saying so to you keeps me from letting anything beastly out at him." Beverley would rather scold than be mean to a small boy, and his father had never modeled being mean or nasty. To many, Brooke likely had the patience of a saint. "I knew what it was about, but, erm, it might be a bit prophetic to think everyone else did as well. I find many fail to notice things, and they were not the sharpest bunch in some ways." Clearly some had attended to be on the good side of the Queen. He then grinned boyishly and said, "I am quite curious to know what she said privately to the poor lady, dramatic or not!" He laughed a bit. "Dramatic might be preferable, because it's likely funnier. Only given that it was not directed at you."
  4. "If only my own father thought that were true," Beverley replied. "You are, of course, right," he added, with a bit of a silly grin, "And I am happy that you feel it is so. This life shall be what we make of it, after all, important fathers aside." They could both claim a very old lineage that had meandered through many sovereigns who had ended other illustrious houses, and they were not the first time a Somerset and a Saint-Leger had married either. All that did not truly matter, for families were what they were, but it was they two that would make something of it and they two who had to make a life together. Thus far it seemed they both had a good esteem of the other! Beverley took no notice of her commenting on his eldest nephew, for she was part of their family now too. She could comment as she wished in their privacy. Instead, he nodded along with everything she said. "I am not sure there is any selflessness in it or need to be more of a man of the house, but rather a firm desire to play his own tune and be important for the sake of being important." Beverley chuckled, "Because he's a lord, woo-wee." He gave an appropriate hand gesture to this, of course. "Of some insignificant barony." Beverley was quite snobby of his breeding (and Mary's). Everyone had country cousins, even rich ones, to whom it was sometimes advantageous to marry daughters, and Beverley had always resented his father's choice of his sister's marriage. "Well, one can say many a thing in private one should not say elsewhere," Beverley whispered with a playful smile at his drama. "Oh, yes, I did wish to hear of that! And never fear keeping me waiting in such instances, that is the advantage of having a room here if we do not wish to make the trip down Pall Mall. It is not as if I was forced to stand about anyway."
  5. Beverley blinked and looked at his pretty lady wife as she complimented him. "Do you truly think so?" he pretty much blurted out, without his usual formal conversation skills. "Erm, and no, I do not think it strange for a wife to be proud of her husband, or the reverse." He then smiled at the use of 'little spy.' "Our little spy is much easier to handle for still loving things like riding up with his uncle on a horse. Things that can be easily taken away," Beverley said. "His eldest brother, on the other hand..." The wee baron that was Rory's brother had once had the audacity to say he was a proper lord and Beverley was not because he was still *just* an heir. The boy was not even ten! Needless to say, the elder one saw far more birchings than the younger two. He was an abject shit. With a mouth. Not even Beverley at his worst had been that brazen at that age! "The elder one is far too impressed with himself." "But I am proud of you too, as well," he said. "Not just as my wife, either, but with Her Majesty too, which is more important."
  6. Beverley could not help but give a soft snicker of amusement about Annie knowing when they were sneaking treats from the kitchen. He had to bite the inside of his lip for the next bit, for it rather sounded like a trip through his own memories. He cast a look at Mary and squeezed her hand. How cute Rory suddenly seemed. He was the well-behaved one. "Yes, you must behave for you would not wish Grandpapa to have stingy feelings over your future, for he could make many opportunities for you." As could Beverley, which made him feel rather puffed up in that moment. "It can wait until morning," Beverley replied. "But I shall make certain that you have told him, so you had best not forget." Then he added in a quiet voice, "I do hope they saved you some."
  7. "It is best to assume all courtiers have some form of spy. Do you not think so?" he asked the boy. "I serve a prince. We have all sorts of spies." He allowed his brows to rise at this grandiose play-acting. Although, it was very true. And, ironically enough, he did have boy-spies of his own! Which now that he thought of that, this entire conversation seemed far too serious to be having with his nephew! At least at that age. "I do not wish you to spy on your lord grandfather," Beverley replied, swiftly. "Queen Puddings or not. Disobeying Grandpapa is likely to earn you nothing other than a birching." And Beverley would know. Brooke had learned from Beverley what happened when you were too indulgent! He laughed at his wife's joke. "It means nothing shall be said on the first offense, in this house..." Then he added, "...but real spies lose their lives for being caught" He made a slicing movement with his finger across his neck. "And if you were listening, you would know that we left prior to the pudding, so perhaps you will yet find yourself with some when it is served. You would have found yourself with none and a sore backside if Grandpapa caught you out of your room. You are lucky Lady Beverley is so kind and that you're my favorite nephew."
  8. Beverley might have puffed out his chest some. He truly did wish his lady wife to feel welcomed by his family's care. There was not much time to react to that, for instead he had to tend to potential spies. How apropos it all was in actuality. Spies. Spies. Everywhere. At least this little plotter was not so very nefarious. "No? Not a French spy or not a spy?" Beverley asked, with a chuckle. "For what do you call sneaking about the house when you are supposed to be abed? I daresay you were not sitting on the steps but listening at the door." He raised a brow, joking, mostly, "And if you are to be a spy, I should hope you are smart enough to be my spy." And what would the boy say to that? Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered what his father would say to that!
  9. Beverley snorted, "I have spent a lifetime with them! I assure you it is no great trouble, my dear." He gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand. "You and the baby are the most important, after all." He could grow used to such preferential treatment. Perhaps he should have insisted on a wife far earlier in his life! He was about to say something else when he heard feet scurrying up the many stairs ahead of them. "I think someone was spying," he said conspiratorially to his wife. "Rory, I heard you already..." he then added, loud enough for the culprit to hear him. (OOC - I'll have to hunt down the other two names for the older ones. The youngest I remember bc we've used him more. The eldest boy is a wee baron....Doneraile I think. I'll have to check.)
  10. Beverley was not the largest eater himself, although he ate far more at home than he did elsewhere. He was not perceptive enough of a man, or a husband, to notice his wife's tiring of the long day. He did not, however, miss the exchange between his parents. Up went his eyebrow when his lady mother suggested that he retreat with Mary and end the evening early. It meant that he could not just escape a trip to Lord Worcester for drinks and an overnight stay, but also any lengthy nighttime prayers from staying at home. His surprise was almost so much that he nearly verbalized a confirmation that he was, indeed, free of evening prayer on Easter Sunday, but then he thought better of even asking. Instead, he eagerly took a swallow of his drink, stood, and held a hand out to his lady wife. "Of course, I am sure next Sunday will be just as pleasing to the Worcesters." Then he said to his wife, "Then a quiet night here you shall have." His soft brown eyes turned to his father for his leave, offering a smile and, "I shall come back down later for your blessing, Papa." Hopefully, he could escape prayers and find his father in his study where he usually was later in the evening.
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    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday *closing soon*

    Beverleys Beverley was uncertain where his parents were sitting, as they were complete in their posturing of Anglicanism especially on holidays, but was quite happy and content to be by his lady wife not far from some of the other married ladies of the Queen. It seemed quite apropos to lend his presence to his wife's ambitions in her duties; he, after all, made many such shows with Cumberland and the prince had seemed very well surrounded by his older friends. The viscount, though, was looking very forward to spending some time with his wife that day, for both of them were quite busy with their separate duties. After the service, he stood and offered his hand down to her.
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    Plots with Pepys | 7th late afternoon

    "And you a very skilled, Mr. Pepys, very skilled," Beverley replied. "I could surely not keep track of such things as you do, nor deal with such persons." And it was true. Beverley did not always mix well with the common man. Nor did he have much a stomach for endless papers. "His Highness will appreciate your diligence very much, as do I of course. And I hope you enjoy the respite of the Holy days ahead." With that Beverley took his leave. (OOC - I also stink at closing out threads when they are done... ) "
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    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    "Very horrible," he agreed. He refrained from saying bandits were quite used to frightened horses, for he supposed he had frightened her off it all enough; Beverley had quite the estimation of delicacy of women! "Oh, you are more welcome, though I am sure I have not been much help." He cast his eyes to the sundial too, for a moment, mirroring her look. He then noticed her hand offered up and obliged in his typically formal way with a small smile. "Do enjoy your day."
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    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    "Indeed!" Beverley responded, chuckling. He had spent enough time serving a German to know most all the typical phrases, especially oaths and swears, bc they were always said with the sort of emphasis that made them noteworthy, rare or not. "His Majesty is known for being most generous and for oft asking what reward a person might desire. I, erm, quite think the king likes merit and skill and distinguishing it." As to the ladies, Beverley added more quietly, "His Majesty has been known to facilitate a marriage for a lady or two in such ways, but I oft think they ask for jewels." Or other favors, but Beverley did not feel right in even alluding to that given their current location. "But as for me, I think I would find it very difficult to ask His Majesty for something so specifically. It seems quite presumptuous, erm, but my family tends to be more traditional than most these days. Many do not have any misgiving." He cast his eye in the direction his lady wife had disappeared, wondering if she would return any time soon or if he should wait for her in their room at that palace. Or perhaps invite the German for a drink, holy day or not. Brooke would never know. (Sorry! *sheepish* I'm so horrible in event threads)
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services *closing*

    "Oh, well, Fairlight, a barony as well," Beverley replied. "Very old English baronies are generally the only titles which can be inherited by a lady, in the absence of a male heir, erm, which I know is different than France." He explained it, knowingthat titles were quite different on the continent. "No, erm, I do not believe so." Beverley was very well educated on court convention and nobility. "Regardless of courtesy titles, precedence is predetermined by the peerage of the family patriarch's highest position. An heir apparent can use any title by family convention, erm, that is held in the line and will, by law, one day be his...generally it comes from the father though. There are very few baronies left which can be inherited through the female line, and heiresses with viable baronies are quite, erm, fought over by eligible peers. I think most of them generally have many titles to use as courtesy for their son and grandson, some even great-grandson. But...my lord father would have to give permission." The young viscount determined that he would see to the daunting task of speaking about such to Basildon. The earl might not be very old, but he had a very intimidating presence to Beverley, like the much older and experienced lords. And Beverley was jealous of his clothes and jewels too, but that was neither here nor there. "I would not worry over it. Lord Worcester is very congenial. And Lady Worcester shall make certain that you will be seated close enough to converse with her too," Beverley supposed. After all, the lady of the house would not want to be surrounded by just her sons and husband but would probably be quite happy to talk with her grown ladies too!