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  1. Defiance

    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    Buckingham raised a blond eyebrow at the young lady. He was certain she had to have noticed the change of things Monday morning when the audience had been altered, so it should have seemed obvious that it was not anyone on the Queen's side. "No, a spy killed by another spy, though not English. Such is the danger of intrigue. One oft winds up dead when one gets in over one's head," he replied. If she could not handle such talk any thought of anything else was rather moot. "The only option which preserves your life for any length of time shall mean a stay in the Tower, which you fully deserve you foolish girl, and it would mean you would need to convince these Papists - you say you have no love for - that you were suspected. If you cannot, they will likely kill you, Tower stay or no," Buckingham said. "And, if they do believe you, we will expect information. Good information, or it will seem that you were willingly in on this plot to deliver poison to our Queen and went through this charade to try to save yourself."
  2. Ranelagh steered Nicci inside. "You must be cold to the core, mademoiselle. I will have them draw you a hot bath so that you might clean up. We must get you out of sight quickly before panic is sparked, or suspicion." He seemed to think for a long moment of where that might be. Somewhere safe. Somewhere that was not the King's rooms, for the sake of any talk that might come of it and reach the Queen... There was the Duke of York's apartments. Lady O'Roarke's rooms were somewhat vacant, he knew, occupied here and there by one of her brothers that York had taken in his household whilst she was in the country with York's child. But if he was there and sleeping... "Charlotte, we will go to Charlotte's apartments," he said suddenly, aloud. Clearly, he was not used to dead bodies either and his thoughts and words rambled. "My cousin, was she at tennis that one day? I cannot recall. She is the King's daughter. She has apartments at Whitehall for the season but oft stays at her house when she has little Charlie with her." The boy was too young for such things. He would get himself more lost and into more trouble than one of the King's spaniels! A page ran toward them, likely from Etherege's prompting, with a warmed cloak to wrap around the lady. Ranelagh did not even think before he told the boy, "Have them run a bath in Lady Yarmouth's apartments." The instruction sent him scurrying off again.
  3. (OOC - since it's taken me awhile to get this thread up, I'm going to let Victorine timestamp it so that it will fit in her schedule. Just indicate the day and time in your reply post, and I'll edit it in.) Safe in the knowledge that Charlie was being occupied by his uncles in the nearby Volary Gardens, she made her way into the relative sanctuary of the Walled Gardens. Away from the noises of the birds. It was empty when she entered. The large willow was always an enchanted sight. She was unused to being in such small spaces with her son, who now seemed really quite wild. Feral even. Far better suited to the countryside. Though most were none-the-wiser things were quieter than they usually would be. She had been looking forward to the wild parties that secreted the night. If one was to be at court, that was one of the perks. Even if it was quite odd that her father could also show up at any one of such parties. Such was life. Neither were the sort to feel scandalized. Thinking of that, when she passed near to the grotto, she called out, "If anyone is having a rendezvous in there, be aware you are no longer alone!" Her voice then turned to an amused giggle. Clearly, she did not truly think anyone was in there right that moment.
  4. Buckingham took her hand in both of his and pretended to examine it with a practiced eye, turning it softly this way and that way with his own musician's hands. Aside from just a slight hint of ink that one could see only on close inspection, for Buckingham was a voracious writer, he had exceedingly well-manicured hands himself! With a sly grin, he looked at her eyes and said, "No, they are beauteous hands." He gave it a kiss before releasing it. "At least, not yet," he added with a little chuckle, allowing his jesting to be clearly betrayed. Her operatic exuberance was evident. Even he found it unsurprising considering how much she loved to sing. Then again, ladies always loved showcasing their talent and having everyone's attention. For a moment, he wondered if vanity was a blond-headed trait, for there seemed an amusing correlation in his experience. The Duke did not know if it was the first, for there had been various performances of one kind or another at court, especially in the time of the martyred king; the Queen Mother's French tastes and habits had brought such things to court productions just as easily as they attracted the ire of a Protestant London populace. However, if anyone was going to say something of his was the first, he was certainly going to accept the accolades without a word to the contrary. She then asked him about Italy, and she could not know that his time there was an intensely bittersweet memory, and for a man like the Duke whose reputation for mercuriality was as much a confession that he felt emotion deeply, that was a difficult topic to engage in with a near stranger. His blue eyes glanced momentarily to Francis. It was easy to see a different Francis when looking at him especially when predisposed by the question. "I lived a very long time in Italy with the Medici family," the Duke said, "So, let us just say that the evenings were full of all manners of art and diversion. You could lose yourself in rare and obscure books all day." He smiled at the memory of it. There had been so very much to take in and learn there and the entertainments were the stuff of a boy's fantasies, and he had lived it. The frenetic pace of it all had nearly made up for being separated from the only family he had ever known; he and his brother. Likely, it would have become the stuff of amazing stories like the way Charles enjoyed telling of his stay in the Royal Oak tree and flight from the country, where it not for the fact that it now reminded him of a myriad of ghosts. And it reminded him that his decision to come home without the King's permission made him responsible for what happened afterward... "There are many things I miss about my time in Italy, including my youthful physique," he added with a snicker of a laugh.
  5. Defiance

    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    (OOC - It was just Ursula and Bucky that went back to his house...I must have confused you when I had Bucky say what he said Sorry about the confusion) "Yes, that is the most troublesome part, that she did not report it immediately to someone in either household," Buckingham said. It seemed dim-witted, but then again women in his family were known for an excess of brains and daring, so perhaps he was a poor judge. "If she was a poisoner and a spy, trying to get to the Queen, she would have tried to gain closer access to Her Majesty, which it does not seem that she did. Such a thing would be noticeable and memorable. If you do not recall Mistress Wellsley trying to do so, then her crime is not putting her royal mistress first and being a foolish girl." He took a breath in and then added, "It was far too careless for any servant of a royal household." He thought about the options. Preferably, he had more time to plot, but c'est la vie. It was tempting the let Lady Mountjoy have at her. The ferocity of the lady was what he would have expected for any lady close to Her Majesty, not just one as close and important as Lady Mountjoy. It was refreshing in the moment. "I wish to speak to her once more. Then we shall see." He gave a pretty dip of the head as he departed her for the moment, leaving her in ginger boy's care. Tom turned to the grand lady and said with a bow, "If you wish to watch and listen, Lady Mountjoy, this way." He thought it is what the duke would have wished, and Buckingham was a man of little tests. Constant little tests. *** Buckingham entered the parlor again in grand fashion. "I fear you shall have to wait awhile longer for your maid." He stood with one long-fingered hand on his hip, not far from her. "If you are telling the truth and correct that the group would know their plot has failed by now, it is highly likely they will kill you the moment they have a chance. There has already been one dead body of a spy found at court this week," he revealed pragmatically and strategically. He wanted to see her reaction.
  6. Defiance

    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    The Duke of Buckingham met Lady Mountjoy outside the door, ginger boy just behind him off his right shoulder. He was surely getting a court education today, rather than books and tutors. It was necessary if he was to ever be of any real use to them. "I do not suppose you made any more sense of that than I did?" he asked the lady very frankly. "Although, I do not think she is any criminal mastermind!" For, truly, the poor girl was a bit defeatist and did not seem to have the sharpness of a spy. "This is a mess, Lady Mountjoy, and I do not like messes around my master the King," Buckingham said, with a exhale of exasperation, not at the lady in front of him, clearly, but of the situation brewing even more in the other room. "Nor do I like them in my house," he added, in a gruff whisper. This made the ginger boy go pale behind him, though Buckingham could not see it. Tom was thinking he never wanted to be or make anything of a mess in the Duke's house! "You are, no doubt, aware that His Majesty...does not enjoy causing the hardships of a lady," Buckingham said, for there was no wholly politic way of saying it. The King did not oft like punishing anyone, oft being more discountenanced of it than the wrong-doer, and the King had a soft belly for women. "I do not wish to bring him back one decision to make, for he will not like it." He hmmed as he thought, also allowing the lady to express her own thoughts on the matter where Davina could not hear them.
  7. "Sisters and daughters will do that, I suppose," he answered, wryly. Ormonde was not yet ready to delve into libertine ways, but that did not mean that he did not have several difficult question on the slate for Chatham. "You are newer to London, Chatham. What are your ambitions? Do you have any family at court?" the Duke asked, bluntly.
  8. Nicci was never going to get a stellar appraisal about Monmouth from Buckingham, no matter what the boy did. The Duke hated the King's eldest son with a passion. "It is not as simple as that. Yes, of course, there is only one vote that counts. If the King were any man that would be all that mattered, but there is one very important thing that my master holds to very fast; he will not have the order of things in his country disrupted whilst he is King. "Monmouth has proven repeatedly to disrupt the order of things, and that is sometimes the problem with natural children born utterly common." And Monmouth's mother had been of no birth or consequence and had previously been the lover of more than one man. In Buckingham's opinion, Charles was utterly daft for ever making the boy a duke! "For a King, it is the worst problem when your heir presumptive is unpopular like York. The King has to support his brother over his natural son, Nicci, no matter how he feels as a father and a man. That is the order of things and that is the burden of being King. And that is why those that have forced him to hold that position by using Monmouth's common ambition have fallen so spectacularly. Danby was a fool to place the King in a position where he had to choose between his royalty and his eldest son." Buckingham neglected to mention that there was a premonition a few years back that everything would crumble if Charles turned his back on James, and while it was never spoken about anymore (technically treasonous to have the King's fortune read...), Charles had felt its impact, superstitious or not. "The Catholics, as you should know from France, take Lent to a very serious degree, and York has no shame over reminding us all how very Catholic he is..." Buckingham replied with a snort of amusement. "No doubt, more shall be seen of him soon, though I cannot say I have missed his presence so very much." He grinned boyishly. To him, James was like an annoying little brother who was always trying to play with the big kids and wasn't very good at it. "The King's position on Toleration is philosophical, but also a response to his life experiences. In his flight as a youth, there were numerous Catholic subjects who helped him leave the country. He does not believe that loyalty is tested by religion but by action. And he has never wished to be a King who harms anyone for undue reason; he has lived too much of that." So much so that Buckingham felt the King was a little too predisposed to forgiveness; the Duke conveniently forgot that he had benefit numerous times from the King's forgiving nature. He might have topped the charts on the number of times to be accused of treason without living out his life in the Tower or losing his head! So there was that. Buckingham did not even notice her calling Charles by his Christian name, for it seemed quite natural for her to do so. Just as he also used it in privacy and with certain company.
  9. The Duke was wholly unaware of the lady's worries over his attention, which was good for her or he might have found reason to tease her mercilessly too. If the mood struck him. As it happened, Buckingham was, as Francis said, magnanimous enough to spread his magnificence around to both young persons at one time. "Yes, he does, though I think he plays it less now than he ever did, knowing my ears are around," Buckingham replied. "He is not as bad as he thinks," the man revealed. "Pianoforte?" Up went a blond brow. "Be careful, my lady, that you do not end up with muscular fingers and beefy hands! I do not think that is even a fashion in Spain!" This, of course, was utter ridiculousness and Buckingham was well-aware. He simply wished to see if she would notice he was teasing her and not being serious at all. He often relied on humor to pull him through such intrigue laden times and most especially so with ladies. "Well, you are most welcome, of course. I was pleased to do so. It was a splendid evening and victory." Was this what she was to ask him about? Another such evening? He had not forgotten that he was being buttered for something.
  10. Ormonde was not particularly surprised to sense some of that military quickness of manner. This one was no practiced courtier, he did not think, but that did not matter altogether very much if the man had other merits as his daughter suggested. As a servant poured the drink and handed it to Chatham, the Duke raised a brow, allowed it to halt there for a moment, and then said, "I am not sure most men would find having a scholar for a daughter a compliment." He then allowed the tension to go, with a chuckle. Which was good for Chatham. "But, since it is you who seeks her company and delivers it as praise, I shall find it as a compliment." The Duke sipped his own drink and then added, "All Irish have nerve in spades. And not always in the best of ways."
  11. Defiance

    Buckingham Snippets

    As might be anticipated, Buckingham refuses for his ditties to go with the others, so he had to have his own. Buckingham to Tommy (Kingston's ward) after he "watches" Davina Buckingham waited in the hallway for the boy to emerge in the wake of Ursula*, Lady Mountjoy, who might well prove violent sea goddess in the moment. Emerge the flame-haired youth did, and Buckingham raised an eyebrow at the boy and crooked a finger at him. Poor thing. The ginger definitely found dukedom intensely intimidating which was very well and good, Buckingham thought with haute humor. "What is all this," he asked, holding in all the amusement he felt. Let the boy sweat it out. "Did you order a feast for the lady's last meal!" He couldn't help it, some of his amusement slipped with that last bit, but the ginger did not notice. He was too cowed by the ducal presence to notice! "Your Grace told me not to let the lady leave under any circumstances...Food seemed better than force," the boy replied. The Duke could not help but laugh raucously. "At least you were thinking with your stomach, rather than with the wrong head!" The youth could have surely tried other methods of keeping the lady occupied rather than force if he had been. (*Ursula was not associated with sea goddesses in our time, but since the anachronism is in my driver overvoice rather than the character actually saying it, I left it in because it fits so well. I believe it was a Hans Christian Andersen thing which was 1800s)
  12. Buckingham sensed the transition to preamble to the purpose immediately! He was a man who had been buttered so many times for the bite, that he knew the sweet saltiness of it right away. Handsome! Share her love of music! Musical genius! Oh, yes, it was--------------------------------------. Wait. Kingston could...sing? Buckingham knew he played the violin passably well, but sing? His blue eyes snapped from Sophia to his golden-haired accompaniment and then narrowed. The boy blushed, of course. "You sing, Kingston?" he asked, devilishly. "I do not think that I knew that. Better or worse than your violin?" he asked, trying to hold in his teasing torment tone as well as his amusement. It didn't work very well. It was like the smell of blood to a predator, that blush, because it had always signaled a prime topic to turn his sarcasm toward...in his younger days...to a different Francis. "I thank you for that tidbit, Lady Toledo," he said with an impish crinkle of the eyes. Now that he thought about it, Gwendolyn might have said something about it a long time ago, but that had been before he knew the truth of it all. What he now wanted to say was how often Francis' mother and father had annoyed him with her playing and his singing when they were children, but he had to keep that quiet, for now. But apparently the duo had been making all sorts of music and rhythms he hadn't known about too! Good to know they had done more than one thing exceedingly well! He could entertain himself for ages with this knowledge. "I will save you the horror of having to sing on cue for me, Kingston, but you had best be thankful for my restraint!" he teased the blond cub further.
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    Defiance's NPC Ditties

    Captain Herbert & John Ashburnham *after Buckingham tells the King about Davina* John: "Have you received any missives from Mistress Wellsley lately?" Thomas: .................................*eyes him*..................................No. John: *chuckles* A fortuitous change of events! Thomas: *quirks eyebrow* Jack, I really do not even wish to know. John: All right, then, it will not be me that tells you the gossip.
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    Defiance's NPC Ditties

    Though these are not little songs, they are metaphorically so in their own way! I often have super short NPC reactions to think that don't make it into posts for one reason or another, and I never end up making them a full-sized vignette, so I'm just going to post the amusing little snippets here!
  15. Buckingham chuckled and nodded his agreement on the milk and Francis. "At the very least, he is housebroken!" Francis had come fairly far in a year, but it had required considerable effort. He now bowed with a pristine turn of leg like a proper Villiers! As to Monmouth, of whom Buckingham was no fan at all, the duke said, "Taking down adjacent buildings was no novel bright idea of Monmouth, but is something of standard practice in cities in fire, though he did aid in the execution of the deed. Though, even James did that." She might guess that "James" was the Duke of York. "His Majesty told the boy what would happen if he spoke or made moves against his uncle, the Duke of York, many times. It was far from the first time. His presence inflames the mob against the King's desire for religious toleration and inspires connivers to use him, even with Ashburnham keeping an eye on him. It will not be for some long time, perhaps not at all." It did not sound as if Buckingham cared in the very least, for he was happy to see Monmouth gone. He would not come between the king and his children, but he had his own views, and Charles had plenty of worthy offspring to focus on, after all. "York will vote for not at all, vociferously." It was hard to think that Monmouth was of an age with Francis. Monmouth forever would seem a boy and had a considerably childish streak.
  16. "He is five, so still just a boy, and generally too young for court, but his grandpapa is the King, so he can do as he pleases," the countess revealed. "I felt guilty not saying so, for your being new. I could have teasingly kept that secret, but that would seem cruel, and that I am not." Then she added, "Sometimes it is nice when someone doesn't know, though, so I was tempted not to say." She oft felt people would try to be close to her because she was the King's daughter. Questioning motives was a tiresome activity to someone who enjoyed diversion and fun as much as the King did. "Of course you may, though I have no firm destination in mind, simply enjoying not having to keep track of a ranging, active boy in such a maze of a place." As to the grotto, she giggled, "It would have to be very quickly if one did for there are too many people about during the day. Come back at night, though...." she giggled more. She knew Ranelagh liked it there, and Richie could be found in some embarrassing situations with his proclivities for both sexes. In fact, he seemed to particularly like such places. "Playwright, theater owner, manager of some of the King's amusements. It is a large family. And no, it wasn't in the Great Fire. It burned lonesomely on its own some time later. Barely more than a year ago, if I recall correctly."
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    Defiance's NPC Ditties

    First up! Lord Ranelagh to Sir George Etherege, his best fuck-buddy "Have you ever thought of attempting to impersonate a woman? Not cross-dressing for fun or stage or the like..." George looked at Richie and said, "Whyever would I do that?" "Well, you would make an ugly woman, so it wouldn't be to find a man," Ranelagh joked. "To, I don't know, live like a woman. Experience life as a woman does..." "I repeat, whyever would I do that!" "Some men do, don't they?" "I am sure they exist, yes." "Would you want to fuck one?" "Thrice, I repeat," George said, chuckling. "I find it strange that there are ladies who want to go about impersonating a man. As in, not just for the fun of it, but to be able to do things like a man without us knowing." "Your mother does things like a man!" "Fuck off, George. Yes, but she only puts on the clothes for her safety not to be a man. She does whatever she wants no matter the clothes!" "Speaking of fucking, when are your cousins reopening their theater, so we can steal their stage late at night again. Dorsets is getting rather redundant."
  18. Defiance

    An Unexpected Visitor | Tuesday 8 pm

    "That would be a good idea, for the more scrutiny you draw via any method, the more likely it is that someone will find you out as a lady. Society will allow some things, but there is no secret way to have everything one wants," Ranelagh advised. "Even in the reign of our merry Charles II, the line you wish to toe is oft an unforgiveable one if inadvertently crossed. Court is a place where behavior matters and sticking to one's role is important. You are young. Do not forget that." Age was, unfortunately, not an excuse for a woman's behavior, although a young gentleman could get away with much during his youth. The same was not true of women. Even His Majesty understood those things, for it was that reason that most of the ladies of nobility he fucked, nobody ever knew about. And why some of his children were not publicly acknowledged, for their own benefit. Reputation was very real. "And with that, I must take my leave. His Majesty is expecting me this evening, and I do not wish to hold up your engagement."
  19. "He surely would!" the Duke chuckled warmly. Francis' tendency for blushing easily reminded him of his brother, who had shared the more feminine trait. "Ironic considering he can say and do the raunchiest of things and not blush a whit." He shook his head. "The setting makes a difference in a man; at least an intelligent one." Buckingham continued, "If the King vowed to stay away from fucking the Queen's Household, he surely doesn't want his gentlemen doing it. If the King cannot do a thing, et cetera." I'Faith, if the Queen started producing boys, Buckingham would fully endorse keeping the Queen happy too. "One day, perhaps. Francis is feral, yet, you see," the Duke said with a snort of amusement. "He is not completely accustomed to the finery and opportunity of courtly society. Noble ladies were an untouchable thing from were he began, and it will take time for him to settle himself, let alone be ready to make a family." The rest was a temporary inconvenience, so Buckingham figured the cub's other qualms would be resolved some day. "Though I would only say that to you." To the King's most annoying of offspring, Buckingham said, "Someone like Monmouth is never unsupervised, even if he thinks that he is, but that doesn't mean he cannot get up to mischief. But I do believe the roots of this are from before he was sent away, if that is what you wish to know."
  20. The Duke could not fail to notice the growth of a baby belly even before she twirled and accentuated it. With his fondness for the swell of child on a woman whilst fucking, he could see it from across a room. It was a particular weakness and fetish of his. "My congratulations," he said, with a gracious dip of the head. "Lord Toledo must be intensely pleased in so quick of results, an heir on the way already." Buckingham, being a cynic in romance and libertine, wondered if it was Lord Toledo's at all. Such a vibrant young lady and such a dark, proper Spaniard made little sense to him. "Not as beautiful as a lady flowering with life," he complimented with suave ease, despite Francis have poked him for being in a curmudgeon of a mood.
  21. The Duke blinked and then tittered as Nicci mentioned pickles and taking far too longer than usual to deliver the pickles. The titter went into a rumble of the chest imagining Francis with an over-large, swollen gerkhin for a cock. After the worries of the day, it felt rather good to have a moment's respite. It did not matter if Nicci meant the double entendre or not! "Let us hope he is not delivering any of his own design to the Queen's household, but only those of His Majesty, for the Queen otherwise finds pickles altogether unacceptable there!" Buckingham, himself, could never perform this duty his master asked of the cub. He could not control himself for long in the face of potential humour, and he would find far, far too much of it in such company. Francis was still awed and also appropriately conscious of his reputation; his tendency toward humility more than outward vanity made him particularly suited to bridge to the proper and staunchy German Queen. The Duke was the staunchest royalist in his mind, but he was not awed by royalty in the least. Some of the mystique of kingship was ruined by the fact that you had brotherly boyhood conversations about masturbation with one before he was one... "Have you heard of any particular lady he has shown interest in?" Buckingham asked, curious what was spoken about amongst the ladies of Nicci's acquaintance. "As to who else knew of the meeting...the summons was not one of a private nature, so any of the invitees might have mentioned it to anyone; plus, all of their servants. I knew of it because Francis was summoned. It is his practice to tell me when he's attending the night before, so that I know he will be gone and not likely to be back when I rise. Everyone has routines like that. People speak about people summoned by the King, so word travels quickly." Buckingham paused for a drink, savoring the warmth of it before adding, "That is if it was related at all. Assignations in the darkness of late evening and early morning are not uncommon in the gardens of any palace. If you had not arrived early, nobody would have been very likely to see it take place."
  22. The earl was expected and welcomed into the lavish house on St James, though not as spectacular as many on Pall Mall, and the servants brought him to a masculinely decorated parlor where the duke was standing by the fireplace with a glass of whiskey. He turned as his visitor was announced and gave the earl a friendly-enough nod. So this is the man that seeks Henrietta...and that Henrietta speaks so highly about... It still baffled him. He would not have expected that girl to go for a militareque sort of peer, what with her mind and her books and her demeanor, but he conceded that women did not always make the most of sense. He waited for the gentleman to make his greetings before saying, "Well, Chatham, my daughter has spoken rather highly of you." He gave the man another look. "Whiskey?"
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    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    Tom, with not much storytelling skill for a lad of sixteen or seventeen, regaled her with tales of Italy and the Turks too as he repast provided by His Grace was ate. He was, indeed, very surprised by the arrival of this imperious lady, for he had never seen Lady Mountjoy close enough up to recognize that as the entrant into their realm. However, he was intelligent enough to know the manner of a great lady, and he didn't hesitate to quickly bow his retreat and exit the room. (OOC - I shall hand things over to Hope for the time being! So I am out of the scene with all my NPCs for now!)
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    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    The King looked visibly relieved as Lady Mountjoy said that nothing had appeared amiss and that it was unlikely anything had happened to the Queen, so it would seem that they were in time. "I knew that you would be most assuring to my worries, far more than any frightened flock of physicians," the King said, abandoning his formal "we" without much thinking about it. In these private, closer settings, and among such persons, his preference was not to use it. The situation was trying and weighty enough without adding to it extra burdens of kingship. "All I know of the girl is that she had stood Herbert up twice---or is it thrice---which has provided a good deal of talk amongst my gentlemen, as one can imagine," the King volunteered. "Well, there's no accounting for taste," Buckingham volunteered of the girl's toying with his young cousin. Or seeming to. The King chuckled just ever so slightly at George, who could generally be depended upon to make him laugh. He then added to Lady Mountjoy as if he had not even heard Buckingham's joke, "And the demeanor, as you say, one would think too prim for a murderer." "Murderers who seem like murderers do not make very good surprise assassins. Lady Jane comes to mind, who Jack crushed on so madly, did not seem a secret spy," he reminded the King (gasp!). "So, we shall leave it until after Lady Mountjoy speaks with her, then," His Majesty decreed. "There need be a learned opinion from someone who knows the girl," Buckingham needlessly agreed. (OOC - unless there's something else you want to ask the pair together, you can get Bucky and LM back to his house. The King would provide her with a carriage at the ready. I'm going to PM you about something too)
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    A Matter Of Importance Tuesday Afternoon - 1pm

    The Duke's servants began laying out some food buffet style whilst Tom and Davina spoke about his early ship experiences, the smell wafting generously under their noses. "Ladies first," he said, with a lop-sided grin and a similarity of manner to Kingston, which was unsurprising given that Tom had just revealed he had spent almost half of his life very closely with Francis. "I saw the wilds of the Colonies, though south of where much of the activity is around the Hudson Bay and that. So very many trees that you would not believe. Like a land of endless forest. And to Italy where there is so much sunshine, and it is full of churches and books, as well as the most vibrant glasses and mirrors." He took a pause, for he next bit was not so savory. "Lord Kingston pledged his ships in the war privateering, so there was always much excitement and fighting." He, of course, had to tone such done for feminine ears. "But the ship with my father and brother on it was lost toward the end of the war, so it is now just me."
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