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Robert Saint-Leger

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About Robert Saint-Leger

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    Lord Beverley

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  • Title
    Viscount
  • INTERESTS
    Horses, horse racing, militaria, shooting, gambling
  • OCCUPATION
    Major & Aide to Prince Rupert

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  1. Robert Saint-Leger

    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.
  2. Robert Saint-Leger

    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... ) "
  3. Robert Saint-Leger

    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."
  4. Robert Saint-Leger

    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)
  5. Robert Saint-Leger

    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!
  6. Each gentleman would separately receive a message by one of Brooke's servants inviting them to ride early on Wednesday morning. The letters were mostly the same but tailored just a bit for each gentleman. After salutations, Lord Mountjoy received the following: Sir George received the following: Von Bruhl received the shortest note, not for lack of sentiment or liking, but because serving Cumberland, Beverley was quite aware that Germans were less about frills than their French and English counterparts. Not to mention as a military man, the tendency was heightened. *Beverley is referring to the doings of the ladies as they were speaking about Lady Agnes and Lady Beverley when they were speaking about horses The notes ended with his typical valedictions and well-penned signature, sealed and sent with servants from the house to their various recipients.
  7. Robert Saint-Leger

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

    Beverley mmmmed his agreement about the rhinestone situation. Ladies made quite the hubub about simple things. Beverley would not have minded if his lady wife lost a ribbon. He had lost many things in his life that his lord father had lost his mind about, so he rather knew how such things felt. "There is no way to truly test how fast one is otherwise," Beverley agreed of having others to ride with. "His lordship is a very fine hunter, and one must have fairly good horsemanship to do so mounted with any great skill, so I would wager he is apt enough rider. I have no idea how fast a racer he might be." The viscount was far more loquacious about topics he enjoyed and around others his own age. "Sir George has a new horse, so they are yet to be enough acquainted to know how great a pair they shall make. His father commanded both horse and foot troops, so he knows horses well enough," Beverley postulated. "My master once told me that the Martyred King gifted the old Colonel his own hangar*." "But since the events shan't be a normal race, different horsemanship skill might be required than being fast. Either gentleman could be formidable considering what His Majesty might choose as an event. Lord Langdon and Lord Newcastle are also very tested racers. And the Duke of Buckingham, if he is not too old for such." (OOC - A hangar is the precursor to a sabre and the preferred cavalry weapon of the age. It was short and curved so you could slice at people )
  8. Robert Saint-Leger

    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services *closing*

    "Yes, possibly, though I do not think any nickname which comes from Ulcombe would be very, erm, melodious," Beverley replied. His sister, who was a few years older than he, had called him Bev for much of their childhood; first, from not being able to say the name when he was young, and then secondly from habit. "Though, perhaps I could lobby to start a, erm, new tradition of using the barony of my lady mother for the grandchild instead." Being in her own right*, the title would also eventually be Beverley's one day. "It is far superior in sound." Like the social butterfly he was not, Beverley neglected to provide what said barony was called. "I do not know if that is even allowed...Hmm..." He pondered. It's not like his mother was ever called by that since her rank as a countess was quite higher. It simply meant she had brought her own income and property to the marriage, and Beverley was quite certain the reason she got so many new flowers and garden plants all the time was because she reminded his lord father of that rather frequently. "Truly? Special doctors? I do rather thing I should like to hear about such a person. If you think Lord Basildon would do so?" he asked. Beverley was not sure he had ever really spoken to Lord Basildon! The man was very fashionable and impressivee. "I think all their children old enough to know how to behave at a table, so you have nothing to fear there," he replied with a grin. It was of the things children of nobility tended to learn quite early in life. "And Lord Worcester surely has the space." (OOC - * that's from his character sheet, in case anyone thinks Bevsey gets to invent more titles for himself )
  9. Robert Saint-Leger

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

    "Save who? Lady Agnes?" Beverley puzzled for a moment and then said, "Oh, the whoremondering." The last word was made in a barely there whisper. "My lady wife does think very soundly, I am most grateful, but I, erm, do not envy her dealing with Lady Mountjoy. I much prefer the service of the Duke of Cumberland." He smiled slyly. Was that a joke! "Oh, but do not worry of misspeaking, for such affairs were never my strong suit. Horses are a far easier topic and far easier in general." It might have been another joke. "I do, certainly. I hope that we hear something of it soon. Or maybe even some well-founded rumours, for none I hear are truly very possible and must therefore, erm, originate with some matron or another who knows little of horses. I was arranging a ride with Lord Mountjoy and Sir George Legge. If you should like to join us, I am sure you would be most welcome."
  10. Robert Saint-Leger

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

    Beverley & Bruhl Beverley had a guileless sort of smile when Lady Mountjoy agreed with him, for he was clearly very pleased of it and possibly also relieved that she agreed. It broadened a bit more as she gave that knowing sort of look toward his lady wife. He smiled at her too and then gave a nod of thanks to Lady Mountjoy. As to relieving them of their ladies, it was not as if they could refuse! In this instance, the ladies had duties the gentlemen did not. Both Beverleys could stay at their place at the palace if his wife was needed and it became too late to retire to Pall Mall. "Of course, my lady. We can happily discourse about horses and have a drink meanwhile?" he gestured away and gave a look to the German for his agreement to retreat and leave the ladies to their business. In all honesty, it was far easier to talk to another man without the added needs to present ladies.
  11. Robert Saint-Leger

    Plots with Pepys | 7th late afternoon

    "If there is merit to the idea, and a round dozen ships, there may perhaps be candidates to put forth. We should perhaps think of those too, whose families have votes in Commons; for surely those families would be amenable to our resolutions for Naval funding moving forward," the viscount said, with the raise of a finger. He was a far better at strategizing than living everyday social life in many ways. "Might you make us a short list of those who have put forth the most interest to you? I can then compare with the Lord Admiral and what correspondence and visitation he has received."
  12. Robert Saint-Leger

    Happy-ish Returns, early evening, 9th April

    Beverley laughed as his friend said that he might ask his new brother-in-law for a lion. "I think him the sort who might just send away for one for you!" Pembroke was rumoured to enjoy all things beastly, so if Cadell seemed to also enjoy that, it would probably go well. What Beverley said next was entirely a product of being a creature of court, and gossip, and rumours. "Perhaps not so much as you think," Beverley said. "His lady mother was close with the King at one time, they say. Why would His Majesty make Pembroke the uncle to his children?" He leaned in conspiratorially, "Pembroke looks precisely like a Herbert and a Villiers, the eldest son...but..." Captain Herbert was a very rare thing in either of those families: he had dark hair. And none of his brother's vain, mercurial, and aggressive temperament. "It could just be court gossip. Ladies must talk of something. Often something is made out of nothing, but sometimes..." there was truth in there, even if just a grain. "Well, the Dowager Lady Pembroke is still an incredibly handsome woman in her later age." "Connections are what you make of them, Lord Athenry. Make friends, I say, with your new wife's in-laws and family, as far as you can go. For even with Pembroke, best to have him murdering for you than feeling murderous of you." And he did not feel very poorly in his candor, for Pembroke's reputation was absolutely no secret. There was little reputation to beat around it. "He is known for being protective of his family. He put on some spectacle with the mob at the height of the anti-Papist sentiment last year." Beverley was somewhat surprised a grand band of them had not banded together and killed Pembroke and his wife after the ammunition he handed to a very angry crowd! "Yes, but he is not going to be King, and his mother is already so. And His Majesty did allow you to marry her, so..." Beverley shrugged. Clearly, the King was not worried about it. "I would be happy to meet the boy if he has such interests. You needn't borrow me!" he chuckled. "No? My friend, I think you sell yourself far too short. His Majesty appreciates a sound mind. You already gravitate closer to His Majesty's family circle than I do."
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    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    Beverley smiled at her. It was rather rare that he held a very long conversation with a woman and did so with any degree of normalcy. His skills were not in interpreting or conversing with the fairer sex, at least not beyond those scripted sort of court conversations. "Even the park can be dangerous too," Beverley advised. "I heard tell that some soldiers patrolled there the other night to discourage and chase away the ruffians." While such a thing might seem quite brazen to many, Beverley, being a military sort of man, saw it as a perfect protective action toward the more gentile element of the area. After all, he lived on Pall Mall not far from said park! "I think any lady ill-advised to go out alone anywhere in London or nearby," Beverley said. "Travelers on roads are frequent targets for thieves. There was a lady of quality who was robbed and had to walk to the palace in quite a state after her coach was set upon by thieves, and the Duke of Norfolk once had his daughter kidnapped." Beverley nodded very seriously, "I do not wish to scare you, but I wish, erm, all ladies to be safe." He took a breath and tried to gauge her reaction. "In the park?" he asked, blinking for a moment. "Erm, there is a pond, but you'd be ill-advised to swim in it, for the ducks seem very fond of it, and there is, erm, evidence of their, erm, fondness all over banks." Yes, he could talk about thieves but had a difficult time talking about poop around a lady.
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services *closing*

    "Yes, erm, not very melodious is it? But such is tradition for the eldest son of the eldest son in my family. It is one of my lord father's baronies." As to divining the sex, Beverley shook his head. "I think I do not wish to tempt fate by such things, but I would rather simply believe it will be a son. It is very important." By now most all close to him (and probably a good portion of court as his lord father was on the Privy Council), knew that Beverley was the last male of his lineage. If he did not produce a son, he would be the last Brooke. He beamed at the compliment. "I do hope to be, for there are few things more important than one's family and name." He blinked of her comment about his knee, but he did not wholly see the flirtatiousness of it. Instead, it merely seemed a strange compliment or a bizarre measure of good fatherhood. Ladies, though, rarely made sense to him entirely, and he was good enough at evading anything feminine that he was better not to ask about. Clarification oft did not help either! "And thank you." "I heard that Lord Worcester is hosting Lord Basildon's family, yourself included, over Easter Sunday. My lady wife and I will likely be by later in the evening, but much depends upon how she feels."
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    EASTER 1678 | A rousing evening with Her Royal Majesty (8th)

    Beverleys, Agnes, Von Bruhl, & Lady M Beverley rose, offering his wife his hand to join him, and was about to address Von Bruhl more about horses when Lady Mountjoy approached them. It was somewhat unexpected for the viscount, but he was thankfully thickly bred courtier and offered a perfect bow anyway. He paused his eager thoughts on horses and found a more apropos comment. And an easy one to say. "Good evening, Lady Mountjoy," he said. "Erm, I do hope Her Majesty is pleased of the event."
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