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  1. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth was no stranger to exciting gentlemen, but Charles was the first one she had ever teased with her hair. It was not possible in a bathtub and in the ocean, there were many other ways to satisfy a man's desires. She wished she could take the fascinating one-eyed Earl to Barbados and make love to him in the sea. There were probably no large bodies of water in London that were warm or clean enough for lusty adventures, even in the summer. She raised one eyebrow as Charles startled and snorted when she fluttere her feat with her silky tresses. So he was ticklish there? She was tempted to pay them more attention, but refrained. That was not the kind of torment she wished to subject him to now. The point was to arouse him so that he begged for release, not for mercy. “Oh yes, those pesky cocks" She reached out and tweaked his playfully. "Always getting a gentleman into trouble. Well, fortunately for you, I know how to get you out of this predicament.” With a wicked grin, she pulled her luxurious tresses a bit tighter around him and then, in one fluid motion, transferred her hand from the ends of hair to the part of it hanging over her shoulder and yanked. The wet silken strands spiraled around his manhood, causing what Anne-Elisabeth hoped was a thrilling and tantalizing friction. Unknown to her, another lady had tried the same thing with a ribbon. Which would he like better whipping around his cock … a silky ribbon or an abundance of rich dark hair? Or would each of them cause its own delight?
  2. Anne-Elisabeth laughed at the image Lord Chichester's jest conjured in her mind. One of the many things she liked about him was his wit. Placing the conch shell back on the table, she waved her hand nonchalantly. “Seals aren't good at serving drinks,” she said, schooling her pretty features into a serious expression. “I have an octopus for that. He can not only climb the stairs but he can carry a tray of food and several drinks at the same time.” She picked up a starfish that had been lying beside the conch shell. “I doubt any lady in England has one of these either. Unless they're stitched upon a cloth in an embroidery hoop.” The young Countess' seashells had not been brought with her from Barbados. She had lost everything she owned in the shipwreck. The gentleman who supplied her with coconut rum had surprised her with an entire barrel of lovely shells from her homeland. If he had hoped to be rewarded with a shag, he had been sadly disappointed. Her new and fascinating friend said nothing about the telescope by the window, a more unusual object for a lady to own than exotic seashells. Then again, she had already told him about her interest in science, so he might not think it was odd that she had one in her parlor pointed at the sky. She took the satchel that Lord Chichester handed her. “All season? Thank you, my lord. I was hoping I wouldn't have to rush through them. And yes, please sit down.” Anne-Elisabeth carried the satchel over to the long table, pushing aside a few diagrams of constellations so that she would have a place to set it. Returning to him, one ebony eyebrow arched upward when he said he needed her advice on a complicated matter that concerned the Cavendishes and Dorset. Whatever could it be? She didn't know the Cavendishes, but Dorset was a fairly uncomplicated man. “Of course, my lord. I will be pleased to offer you my advice.” Anne-Elisabeth sat down beside him. He had never stumbled over his words in her presence before and she sensed that he was a bit anxious “Is it something you would prefer to discuss over a drink? I can send for some of my coconut rum.” As an attempt at levity, she added: “It won't be delivered by the octopus, though. I gave him a day off.”
  3. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth heard Charles hiss, but she was too caught up in her own ecstasy to notice how hard her nails scratched his back. She thought that he was about to climax too, but as he kissed her and the the little aftershocks of pleasure danced through her slender form, she realized that he had managed to hold back. Most men, she had discovered, didn't have much control over their own reproductive organs. As soon as a woman's inner walls began to pulse around their cocks, they simply gave in. This intriguing one-eyed Earl must have a strong mastery over his body. A mastery that she was eager to test. She would not ask Charles to beg for release, but she would attempt to take him to the point in which he would plead for her to impale herself upon him. The dark-eyed Countess believed that was what he expected her to do when he rolled over so that she was sitting on top of him. “Oh, I will,” she promised with a naughty grin. Rising to her knees and poising herself above him, she allowed the tip of his cock to touch her nether lips and then abruptly swung one leg over him so that she was kneeling beside him. Now what could she do to tease him? Ahh, of course. Drawing her long damp hair over her shoulder, Anne-Elisabeth took the thick tresses in her hand and fluttered them lightly against Charles' cheek. Steadily, she moved downward, tickling his chin, his neck, and his chest with her raven locks. Ignoring his cock, she caressed one leg with the wet strands and when she reached his foot, she moved to his other foot and trailed them up his other leg. As she reached his groin, she playfully stroked his balls with her luxurious mane and then wrapped them around and around his cock. Her face was so close she could kiss it if she wished, but instead, she kept hold of her hair and moved her head backwards so that the silky strands tightened around it. "Hmmm," she said, narrowing her eyes teasingly. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into a hairy situation."
  4. Lord Chichester did not immediately step over the threshold. He stuck his head in the doorway first, as if not certain what he would find within. The unwritten rules of polite society were more relaxed in Barbados and it wasn't unusual to use the second floor of a plantation house for receiving guests. During her year in Cornwall before coming to court, Anne-Elisabeth had learned that things were different in England. The second floor of a house was considered private and only family, very close friends, and lovers were invited to ascend the staircase. This house had a perfectly respectable downstairs drawing room which been decorated in an ocean theme …soft blues and greens, accented with white and cream. But the second floor parlor with its wide windows and spectacular view was her favorite room in the house, and the one in which she spent most of her time. Why should she not entertain here if she wanted to? She noticed the Earl's round eyes and suppressed a chuckle. Had he, perhaps, expected to find her in her nightdress? What would he have done if she had not been fully clothed? Drop his notes and flee or pretend that nothing was amiss? Well, she would never know the answer to that question, for despite her libertine ways, she had never been inclined to entertain in her skivvies. She had too many lovely gowns and sparkling pieces of jewelry to show off. "Do come in, Lord Chichester," she said with an engaging smile. Finding the interior of the drawing room … and herself … perfectly proper, the Earl strode into the room with confidence, all hint of uncertainty gone. He was a fine-looking man and just as charming as he had been the day they had met, despite the unfortunate beginning of that encounter. She admired his eloquence. He certainly knew how to compliment a woman. His words might have made her blush, if she had been the blushing sort, which she was not. “You flatter me, my lord, though I admit that I do like being compared to a sea nymph.” She moved to one of the tables and picked up a pretty conch shell that had been lying beside a vase of brightly colored flowers. “Here you are,” she said, holding it out to him, her dark eyes twinkling playfully. “If that one doesn't work, I have several others.” A conch shell had to be specially prepared to be used as an instrument and hers had come straight from the Barbadian shore, but she didn't expect him to actually blow into it. She just liked to tease him, in a playful platonic manner. The Countess looked down at the satchel tucked under his arm. “Thank you for bringing your notes. I am sure that I will find them quite fascinating.”
  5. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Anne-Elisabeth laughed when both Lord Kingston and Lord Chichester said they were distracted by her. “I live to distract,” she declared with a wicked grin. “I like to think I have taken the process of distracting to its highest art form.” She glanced briefly at Lord Dorset as she spoke, wondering if he considered her a distraction as well as a formidable limerick opponent. She had not expected that any of the gentlemen would present their cocks for inspection. Men were often sensitive about that part of their anatomy and only pulled it out of their breeches when a willing lady spread her legs. She was glad of that, as she didn't really want to examine any cocks tonight. It was more fun to do that in private, with one or two partners at a time. Lord Kingston and Lord Banwell disagreed about the importance of size, using allusions to the ocean to make their point. She had already stated her opinion and saw no reason to repeat it. Nicolette seemed bored with the game and apparently wanted to whisper something into Lord Rochester's ear. Anne-Elisabeth couldn't help being curious about what that could be. She grinned over at Lord Kingston. “There is something I would like to discuss with you before the evening is over, my lord, if you agree.” Whatever he suspected it was, she believed he would be surprised as to what she wished to know. “But it can wait until the game is over." She pouted prettily at the foreign gentleman who was dealing the cards. "I have not yet had a single turn.”
  6. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth did indeed like it fast and furious, and after he had tormented her so, a good hard fuck was exactly what she wished for. And Charles granted that wish as if he had pulled the thought from her mind. Her hands moved around him and she gripped his bum cheeks, her long nails digging slightly into them. She tried her best to hold back, but she could understand the desire to see one's partner reach completion. The young Countess enjoyed watching her partners climax too. She also liked kinky games, but they weren't playing one now. He was not her master and she was not his slave. She could continue to resist but what she really wanted was to give him what he wanted. And so she removed her hands from his bum, wrapped her legs around his waist, and gave in to the feelings he evoked in her. Anne-Elisabeth arched her back as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and plunged over it into a sea of exquisite bliss. “Yes, Charles, yes!” she cried as wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed over her. Her nails scraped down his back and her legs remained locked around his waist. She did not close her eyes but looked up at his face, feeling as if she was drowning in the beautiful blue orb of his eye. As the sensations began to lessen, she grinned up at him. “Your turn,” she whispered.
  7. Anne-Elisabeth was looking forward to Lord Chicester's visit, though she didn't know what to expect. Would he just give her his notes and leave or would he want to stay awhile? She hoped for the latter and so had prepared accordingly. It was too early for lunch, but she had instructed her cook to have tea and an assortment of sweet and savory snacks, including hard to find fruit from the Caribbean, available in case he was hungry. If he wanted something stronger than tea, she would suggest he try her exotic coconut wine. There were several places in her house where she could receive guests. The previous owners had apparently enjoyed having people over. It was the quirky garden that had prompted her to buy it, but the number of parlors for entertaining was another reason she knew she had to have it. Some of those rooms were empty now, as she had yet to buy furnishings for them, but eventually, they would serve the purpose for which they were built. Even had they been fully furnished, the Countess believed she would always prefer the upstairs drawing room, mainly because of the large window that spanned the length and width of the wall opposite the door. The window gave one a lovely view of the whimsical garden with its creatively sculpted topiaries. They seemed to shimmer in the morning sun, giving them a magical appearance. The window's filmy coral curtains had been drawn back and fastened with turquoise ties with seashells strung upon them. Her telescope was set in front of the window, pointed up at the sky. The room was decorated in a tropical theme. The other three walls were each painted with a different color … one turquoise, one coral, and one light amber. The paintings on the wall depicted beaches, the ocean, palm trees, flamingos parrots, and brightly colored flowers. There were several large potted plants set artfully around the parlor and vases full of flowers sat upon small tables next to pretty seashells. At the end of the room sat a fireplace with a low fire burning in it. A rug featuring an underwater scene had been placed near it and a couch and two chairs made of rich dark mahogany were arranged around it with a small table between them. The upholstery echoed the colors of the walls. There was another longer table along one wall, strewn with books and maps of the night sky. The entire house was a bit warmer than most English residences so that it would be comfortable to a lady who had grown up in the heat of the tropics. Anne-Elisabeth had chosen a mauve silk gown for the occasion, embroidered with tiny white flowers. The bodice was moderately cut and trimmed with white braid adorned with pearls that framed the neckline. Her sleeves were twice puffed and the lace ruffles that hemmed them reached nearly to her elbows. The skirt was embellished only with white braid and pearls along the bottom and she wore a white sash around her waist, tied into a bow at the back. Her jewelry consisted of a pearl necklace, bracelet, earrings, and rings. It was a lovely but informal ensemble, suitable for receiving guess at home. Although she heard the knock at the door, she stayed where she was, looking out of the window. She had instructed her butler to greet Lord Chichester, take his outer garments if he was wearing any, and show him to the drawing room. As two sets of footsteps approached, she turned around and smiled, waiting for the fashionable the Earl to walk through the door.
  8. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Viewing of the Moon | 10pm-ish 6th April

    Anne-Elisabeth was not very familiar with the park, having only visited it a handful of times. In the dark, it seemed quite menacing, and she wondered if she should have hired a bodyguard for the evening. She wasn't even sure where Lord Grey's event was to be held, but there were a few people heading in a particular direction, so she decided to follow them, figuring that her fellow astronomer had invited them too. Or maybe they intended to crash. No doubt most courtiers knew about the viewing of the moon tonight. News traveled fast at court. She felt as if eyes were watching her from the trees, tracking her progress down the walkway. It was probably just her imagination. She was not inclined to fear, and if there was any danger, than Lord Grey would have selected another location. Sure, there would be a few ne'er do wells lurking about, as well as enterprising prostitutes who didn't want to give most of their earnings to a brothel madam, but she didn't think they would bother her or anyone else. The Countess was looking forward to looking through her new friend's telescope and she hoped nothing happened to ruin his plans. Where was he anyway? She expected that everything was set already and he would be guiding his guests to the area he had chose for his demonstration. Yet she saw no sign of him. Up ahead, Anne-Elisabeth saw the familiar figure of Lord Banwell, the fashionable gentleman with the amazing hair whom she had met at the card game earlier in the evening. He was probably planning to attend the viewing as well, though he didn't strike her as the scientific type. Or had he come to the park for a different kind of entertainment? He was a libertine, after all. Or so he had seemed to her. She heard him speak and somebody else answered, a voice that she didn't know. The stranger confirmed that he was here for Lord Grey's moon viewing, so at least she now knew that she was in the right place. Instead of announcing her presence, she remained in the shadows, watching. She knew that Lord Grey would welcome her and include her in his event, but it was possible that these two gentlemen were against the fairer sex dabbling in science and she wasn't in the mood to argue with anyone tonight.
  9. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    If her mind had not been so crazed with lust, Anne-Elisabeth might have told him to fuck her until his balls turned blue, but she was barely able to string a few words together. It seemed as if her wit had been carried out of the gazebo on the breeze. She couldn't have been more specific if she tried. Her attention was solely on Charles and the delightful things he had done to her. All she wanted was for him to bring her to completion. At first, she feared that her simple supplication would not be enough, that he would subject her to more delightful torment, which she wouldn't have objected to, though she would have climaxed beneath his fingers or lips instead of around his cock. He probably knew that as he stared down at her with wolfish hunger. Yes, she wanted him to devour her, to ravish her, to make her his, at least for awhile. No gentleman could pin her down for long and she believed that he relished his sexual freedom as much as she did. There would be no promises of love between them, just a shared enjoyment of carnal pleasure that would hopefully be repeated on other occasions. If he was as good as she suspected he was. “It would be my pleasure,” she purred, rising to a kneeling position to help him peel off his wet breeches. It was like unwrapping a long-anticipated gift and she grinned when she pulled them down over his arse, revealing his rigid cock. He was definitively ready for her. Anne-Elisabeth smiled and licked her lips as one hand brushed over it lightly, hoping to see it twitch. “You're magnificent,” she whispered, lying back down. It didn't take much encouragement to get her to spread her long shapely legs and when Charles sheathed himself inside her, a sigh of utter contentment joined his, even as her inner muscles contracted as if to draw him in deeper, if such a thing were even possible. “Yes, much better.” He leaned over her and kissed her as he began to move inside her. She raised her hips to meet each thrust, while the most lovely sensations flowed through her body. It would have been easy to simply give in to the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her, but she tried to hold back so that she could climax when he did.
  10. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Let Us Make War | House of Lords April 5th through the afternoon

    Anne-Elisabeth and Captain Ernle “You'll definitely be able to outfit some of them, now that the means of acquiring funding has been agreed upon.” Anne-Elisabeth had watched the voting with interest and had been a bit surprised how quickly the issue was settled. She had expected a heated debate. Would the session end now? Or were there other things to discuss? “Do you have a yacht of your own, my lord?” she asked Captain Ernle. “Or do you prefer to remain on land when you are not on duty?”
  11. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Her need for him now was painfully intense, almost more than she could bear. All Anne-Elisabeth could think of was feeling Charles inside her and riding the waves of bliss with him. She wondered if he would be surprised when he found her as tight as a virgin. Lessons from a madam in Barbados had taught her how to exercise her inner muscles to keep them strong. She had also learned how to control those muscles during intercourse. Experimentation with various gentlemen had taught her how to drive men wild with it. He would be in for a treat when he entered her. Her nipples tingled beneath his tongue's gentle ministrations, the warm moisture it left behind creating a lovely sensation. His fingers worked their magic between her thighs and she arched her back again and cried out when he found that sensitive little pearl that gave her so much pleasure. She could feel the pressure building that signaled her readiness to climax. If he kept it up, she wouldn't have to beg at all, for he would send her over the edge with his delightful caresses. Yet he stopped just before that happened, able to read her body's reaction like a book. There was hunger in her dark eyes when she looked up at him to see him licking her nectar from his fingers. For some reason, that sight intensified her desire. Gentlemen had done it before, but not quite like Charles did. Yes, she knew what he wanted, and she knew that she would not obtain release until she gave it to him. He had worked her into a sensual frenzy and she could think of nothing but the ecstasy he could give her. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Charles ...”
  12. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    “Ahh, yes, that was where I saw you, Lord Beverley. My partner and I came in at second place and I was the lady who immortalized the event with a limerick. It was my first experience with snow. I had seen it from my window the first year I was in England, but I had no desire to go out in it. I had no desire to do anything but stay in my room and mourn for all I had lost. But I shall not speak of depressing things. Snow was like something out of a fanciful tale, beautiful to look at though treacherous to walk in.” Anne-Elisabeth laughed. “I slipped on the ice so many times that my bum ached until it finally thawed.” As for Barbados: “It's a beautiful island and different from England in both climate and culture. The English community is smaller but upholds the same values and traditions as you do here. One of the more unfortunate consequences of living so far away is that news from our homeland is already several months old when we get it, and our clothes are woefully out of date for the same reason.” She did think it odd that he was in the Navy had never been to the Caribbean before, but it was better to keep those thoughts to herself so that she wouldn't embarrass him. Maybe the Duke needed him in London to handle his affairs when he was off to exotic locales. “It must be a busy time for you now, my lord, with the Navy preparing for war.”
  13. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Dorset was the first to greet her, and Anne-Elisabeth shot him a cheeky grin. “And my delightful partner in rhyme,” she replied. He stood and some of the other gentlemen followed his lead as she was introduced to those courtiers she didn't already know. One of those, a finely-dressed Baron, requested that she sit on his side of the table and had a an extra chair brought for her. He has gorgeous hair, she thought. Why do men always have the most amazing hair? Lord Kingston, another gentleman with fetching hair, greeted her too and she smiled at him warmly and told him that it was a pleasure it was to see him again. Lord Chichester not only agreed that she should sit on his side of the table but offered to pay her entrance fee. “Why thank you, my lord,” she said, her smile genuine. "You are most kind." She truly enjoyed the elegant Earl's company. Her gaze traveled between the Baron and the Earl. “Of course I shall join the two of you. Perhaps we shall all bring luck to each other.” The vacant chair was placed between the two gentlemen and she sat down as Dorset explained the rules to her. The game seemed simple enough … one of luck instead of skill. She didn't hear the entire discussion about cocks, only the question that Rochester asked her. Lord Kingston also claimed that English pricks were the biggest. Ordinarily she would have answered in her usual bawdy fashion, but she cared what Lord Chichester thought of her and she didn't seem like a libertine. Hopefully she could answer in a way that would satisfy Rochester and Dorset without her newest friend thinking that she was completely depraved. He was still here, after all. If he had been disgusted with the conversation, he would have left already. No doubt similar subjects were discussed in those coffee houses he had told her about. “Oh, the English definitely have the biggest pricks,” she declared. That, she knew, was that they wanted to hear. In truth, she thought the Barbadian natives had them beat, but it was likely that she was the only one at court who had even seen one. And bigger, she had discovered, was not always better. “Unfortunately, I find Frenchman to be the biggest pricks.” Anne-Elisabeth looked over at Nicolette. “No offense, darling. I'm sure most of your countrymen live up to their romantic reputations, but the ones on Barbados were pirates … literally. Perhaps my opinion will change when I meet a Frenchmen who doesn’t' want to kidnap me and sell me into slavery.” Every now and then, an English girl had disappeared and had never been seen again. They were rumored to have been abducted by pirates, but the Countess had sometimes wondered if they had run away with them voluntarily. She had met a couple of them and found them handsome, if a bit rough around the edges and not inclined to cleanliness. Anne-Elisabeth's saucy gaze moved around the table. “But you all should know that size doesn't really matter. What counts is what you do with what you have.” Nicci's clever jest abut 'cockistry' made her laugh. How clever her friend was. No wonder the King was so enamored of her. “And if you don't like her reading, I'll be happy to give you a second opinion.”
  14. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Off With Her ... | 4th April, afternoon (Open)

    Even his words made her feel beautiful. Anne-Elisabeth wondered if Charles said such things to all the women he bedded or if he did indeed find her especially intriguing. She said nothing more, but she tilted her hips and pressed her bum into his hands when he squeezed it again … and sighed sensually when he kissed her once more. She rather hoped when she lay back upon the rug that he would lose his restraint at the sight of her. The dark-eyed Countess was ready to help peel his breeches off and glide him into her if that were the case. She would certainly not mind a rough and urgent coupling. Her body was already afire for him. As he looked down upon her, she wondered if he was weighing his options. He could have anything he wanted from her, and he must know that. However, Charles seemed determined to devour her and make her beg him to satisfy her, as he had promised. Anne-Elisabeth was looking forward to how he intended to do that and anticipation mingled with the desire coursing through her veins. She didn't have to wait long. He lifted one of her hands and kissed each of her fingertips. The warmth of his breath tantalized her, especially when his lips brushed against the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. Could he feel her pulse quicken or had the kiss been too brief? His lips left a trail of enticing heat as they moved up her arm to her shoulder oh so slowly. He was teasing her and teasing her well, giving her so much pleasure that it was difficult to remain still. Yet she mastered her body and forced it not to squirm, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his delicious torment affected her. Of course, he might already know from the way she trembled when he nipped at her earlobe and moved down her jaw to suck on the pulse point on her throat. Her intermittent sighs of ecstasy could also give her away. Charles' free hand was not idle either, meandering from her hip to her stomach and moving at a snail's pace toward that part of her body that she wanted him to touch the most. He could probably see the lust in her eyes as he smirked down at her. He loved this game, she could tell, and she could hardly wait until it was her turn. For now, she was enjoying the sensations he evoked in her, even though she had to bite her lip to suppress a moan. His lips moved lower, over her collarbone and down to her breasts, which began to ache as much as that dripping place between her thighs. Anne-Elisabeth couldn't quite suppress a gasp as he blew on her taut nipples. She fully expected him to kiss her breasts, but he completely ignored the small mounds in favor of kissing down to her belly. And there he stayed, while her mind screamed for him to travel lower, to quench the fire burning within her. Charles almost had her to the point of begging when his mouth strayed upwards to her bosom, and his fingers quested against her nether lips. He back arched and she sighed lustily, her resolve to remain still crumbling under his sweet torture. Her hands moved into his thick dark hair, stroking it softly.
  15. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    The Marvels Of Science | 6th April, afternoon (Open)

    Anne-Elisabeth took the comb and dropped into one of her petticoat pockets. There was no sense in trying to put it back and she couldn't ask this courteous gentleman, as smartly-dressed as he was, to do it for her. Securing curls with a decorative comb wasn't as easy as replacing a chapeau, as Lord Chatham had done for her when her hat had flown off. Most noblemen knew nothing at all about arranging a woman's coiffure. But no matter. Perhaps it looked creative this way and a woman walking by would notice it and copy it herself. Maybe it would become the latest fashion. So she would have to deal with more windy days this season. It was hard not to notice how much it rained, and with the weather still chilly, downpours kept her inside as well. At least she now had a house of her own and not that tiny little room she had occupied when she had arrived at court. The young man had a hesitant way of speaking, as if he was not accustomed to talking with ladies. She hoped she wasn't making him uncomfortable. She usually reveled in unsettling the more proper courtiers with her foul mouth and bawdy wit, but for some reason, she had no desire to unnerve this gentlemen. There was something about him that made her want to be on her best behavior, but she wasn't sure exactly what that was. Perhaps it was his quiet sincerity. “This is my second. During spring of last year I was in the country mourning for my dear departed husband and didn't really notice the weather. I'm not even certain if I set a foot out of doors. London is still quite new to me, and I have yet to accustom myself to it. I grew up in Barbados where it is always warm and sunny. It rains frequently too, but only at certain times of the year. It isn't usually windy unless there's a storm and storms can be really fierce.” She grinned. “And I forget my manners. My old governess would be shocked if she knew. I'm Lady Anne-Elisabeth Devereux, the Countess of Cambray. You look very familiar, my lord. I think I saw you at an event last winter. The sleigh race perhaps?”
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