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    Lord Mountjoy

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    Marquess
  • INTERESTS
    Hunting, Riding, The Law, Collecting Meissen Porcelain
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    Solicitor General & Queen's Master of Horse

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  1. The following day a response was received from Mountjoy who was not noted for being brief.
  2. Charles Blount

    NEXT SEASON: discuss

    My initial thought was that a RL Feb 2020 would not give much time to complete the season as in normal times posting on RP boards tend to slow down during the Holidays as RL get-togethers take precedence. Unfortunately 2020 has not been normal times so I do not know if that will be the case this Holiday season. The only major issue I see is that if the War is to be a central plot the political ramifications would need to be RP’d before the close or it would need to be put on the back burner until the next RP year. I fully agree that if a PC’s existing plans are impacted by a “short close” that they should receive some consideration one way or another. I also think the suggestion to move the timeline to Xmas in Windsor would be very tidy. Other than that if the Mods decide to go short or long I as a PC will be willing to go with the flow.
  3. Charles Blount

    NEXT SEASON: discuss

    So we know what we have time to do has it been determined how long the recess will be?
  4. Charles Blount

    A Good Friday Morning Constitutional (April 8)

    The pace when conversing and strolling was normally rather sedate but not when one was strolling with the King who might relax for a few moments if a subject took his attention but was soon off again at his customary brisk pace. Mountjoy was ready and put on a burst of speed to keep up with the Royal perambulator. “A grand suggestion Majesty I shall inquire to Master Killigrew to see if I can be of any assistance. He gave a quick glance to May and gave him a knowing smile. It was May’s suggestion but it was the king who agreed so it was the King who got the credit. “A vigorous point to point would be just the thing for the Gentlemen and perhaps a Dressage competition would suit the Ladies.” “As Your Majesty has generously offered one of your spaniels as a prize for the poetry contest may I suggest you present a stallion and a mare from your stables to the winners of the equestrian contests. I would be happy to choose suitable horses if you wish.”
  5. Charles Blount

    Twilight-Breaking Dawn, April 11,Morning

    “Must they really? They are considered Masters after all and the Imperial Ambassador thought it was a coup for me to acquire them. He said of the paintings. “But if you say they must go then go they must. I am sure we can find a place for them at Epping or Athelhampton that meets with your approval.” That was about as much dissent as he was prepared to offer for knowing ones place, so to speak, was a two way street and if he as the man expected deference in business and political affairs he also owed deference in the feminine areas such as decoration and the household. It was really not much of an issue to speak of for she was usually indulgent of his wishes and had offered no objections to him displaying his porcelain collection. In moving on to the French he responded. “I do think it apt to compare Luxembourg with Turenne. I do not say which is superior but one must admit Montmorency’s qualities. When the Prince of Orange complained that he could never beat that cursed humpback the Duc had the wit to reply ‘How does he know I have a hump. He has never seen my back.’ Charles smiled for even if he was speaking of a Frenchman he could appreciate a clever retort. “And yes I agree that the Duke of Cumberland can be compared most favorably to anything the French have to offer but the French are not easily cowed.” He said about the possibility of direct English action. “They generally need a good thrashing or two to cool their ardor and make them behave. I do not know His Majesty’s mind but I would not think it prudent to contest French might directly. Our most effective strategy would be to support our allies, harry the French at sea and disrupt their colonies thus making them play to our strengths instead of us to theirs. That is my opinion at any rate. We shall have to see whether the Crown Ministers and Parliament agree however.” The mention of sugar flowers and more importantly the Lord Kingston, a simple bit of chat used to underlie her point, raised an entirely different issue for Charles, so much so that he slowed the pace of his eating to concentrate on it. “Sugar Flowers you say? That is appropriate for the man himself is both sweet and comely would you not say?” he reflected on the young Lord. “I had not noticed the gentleman before and now he seems to be everywhere.” Subjects such as this were one of the primary reasons Charles had proposed a closer working relationship between the two. “What is your opinion of the man? He seems to be much in your company. Of what I know of him he is attached to the Duke of Buckingham, a distant relative of some sort who has received great preferment which I find strange for although the Villers clan is a large one the Dukes have always been rather careful to keep their patronage concentrated about themselves. I hear he has been elected Chancellor of Cambridge. True it is Cambridge rather than a proper university but still that is quite a coup for someone his age.” As an Oxford man he upheld the rivalry between the two institutions. “He is a charming and gregarious young man I grant you which would go a long way in explaining his appointment as a Gentleman of the Bedchamber to His Majesty and for his attention to the Ladies of Her Majesty but I can not help but wonder if there are additional motives.” Here he was trotting on some difficult ground for he had obligations to both the King and the Queen. “I do not wish to unfairly malign the man who may be but an ambitious bon vivant but it could equally be possible that his interest in the Queen’s affairs is directed by some other who wishes to establish inroads into the Queens Household?” He would be interested in her insights on Lord Kingston. Her distraction by the pastries and her praise of Frau Klebb did not give rise to any particular astonishment for Klebb was indeed a rare breed of cook and her baked goods were unrivaled. He was surprised when Ursula took not one but three of Klebb’s concoctions. Although he teased her on her preference for light fare in the morning he accepted and was used to it and it was quite out of character for her to indulge herself so even if they looked particularly delicious. He was even more surprised when she offered the delicacies to the peacocks and stifled a gasp as he reached for the remaining pastries and put them on his plate in case she returned for more and left him without. Even Bran rose with a muffled ‘grrr’ at the unexpected largesse to the birds looking at his master for the order to chase the offending fowl away. The Peacocks and Charles had a hearty distain for one another but both were devoted to the Margravina so behaved themselves in her presence. He motioned Bran away who retreated back to the fire and curled up. He moved to Ursula’s side as the peacocks danced and cavorted to vie for the bread. ‘What a bunch of greedy blighters they are.’ Somehow came out as “My how delighted the little darlings are to see you.” He wondered if he would get the chance to kick one of the psychotic chickens when she wasn’t looking.
  6. Charles Blount

    Twilight-Breaking Dawn, April 11,Morning

    “Yes isn’t it.” He said about the niceties of being home. “I spent much of my journey in the palaces of the various rulers which are very grand but it is still a pleasure to be back in our cozy and humble home.” That statement was true enough if one’s definition of humble was a ballroom that held only fifty people. His country seat of Athelhampton was far enough from London to prevent casual visits and retained the ‘Blount’ family character and their lodge in Epping although near was more of a hunting retreat thus suited more to Charle’s tastes so it was their London house that reflected them both and that he deemed their home. When she indicated she preferred coffee instead of tea he chided himself for not remembering that detail. He made a mental note to send a commission to Meissen to engage a combined coffee and tea service in a lilac theme. Ursula’s comment on the passing of Turenne and its consequences for the ongoing war underscored that she was no simple ornament or charming bit of fluff. She was one of those rare women with intellect enough to understand complicated issues and the bounds of propriety if discussing those issues. When alone in each others company she was freed from many of the restrictions imposed on females for Charles privately believed in the radical notion that wives were capable of having opinions of their own. “Yes, his loss will be keenly felt by the French for he was an honorable and capable man. Yet they still have the services of men such as the Duke of Luxembourg and the Great Condé so I would not count the French bereft of competent leadership. I would venture to speculate that it will be Rupert and our Navy that will best the French for, like Athens’ our salvation will be in our wooden walls.” So too was her staffing advice most appropriate. “I cannot abide dissention amongst the staff yet I cannot deny that Buttersfield would have a legitimate grievance if Lurch was set over him. But in the same vein Lurch has given no cause for dissatisfaction.” Charles demanded loyalty and probity from his servants and in return showed them loyalty in return. “I fear it is not candor that will be the issue with Herr Lurch but the conversation itself. I declare I do not believe I have heard him utter more than two sentences together in all the time he has been in my service. He makes Padeen seem verbose.” Padeen was his longtime valet who was for all intents and purposes mute. The beverages came with the food soon after. As it was just the two of them dining the service was dans la famille with covered treys set between for them to serve themselves. A footman stood by the door in case they were in need of anything but otherwise allowed them to fend for themselves. Her side had dishes of the requested sago and yogurt with the addition of some thin slices of soft cheese and a pear stewed with cinnamon, raisins and walnuts if she desired to indulge herself. In the center was a bowl of fresh fruit along with a trey of various rolls and pastries with jars of cherry compote and marmalade. She should have known Frau Klebb would not have been content with serving her just two items even if she preferred a light repast. Charles’s side of the table was more heavily laden with covered dishes containing fried kippers (smoked and with mustard sauce), thick bacon, two types of sausage, fried eggs, poached eggs, soft boiled eggs (stood in the shell atop little stands that made them look pretty to look at yet difficult to eat), black pudding, white pudding, fried mushrooms, fried kidneys and fried bread. There was also a small cup of sago but Charles, not being a beaver that dined on trees, left it untouched. Bran got up from the fire place and moved to sit closer to Charles ready to help in case anything was accidentally dropped. Conversation slowed as they portioned out their desired fare and began eating. Remembering that Ursula did not like the smell of kippers so early in the morning he camouflaged his under some eggs and fried bread trusting she would not notice. Looking over at the rather sparse fair chosen by Ursula and the three rather small slices of cheese supplementing her meal he inquired. “Have we run out of cheese? Surely we must have more cheese than that? Surely that does not seem sustenance enough for a peacock let alone a fully grown Margravina.” He sought to remedy the situation. “May I tempt you with a poached egg” Charles was a proponent of a large breakfast. “My Grandfather used to say…” he was about to utter ‘that a well fatted heifer brought a higher price at market’ but tactfully changed it to “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” As their perennial disagreement as to what constituted a proper breakfast ran its lighthearted course. Halfway through their meal he paused and reflected. Thinking to himself he verbalized “This is nice.” The statement might catch Ursula’s attention as it was not in response to any conversation that they were having at the moment he saying it as a reflective statement of his feeling rather than an attempt at conversation. “What I mean to say…” explained Charles when he realized he had verbalized that sentiment out loud, “…was that this,” indicating the general conversation between them and the pleasant and carefree surroundings “Is nice. It is satisfying that we are able to talk to each other about little things or important things in this way.” This was a good sign that they could move on together at least when it was just the two of them. It remained to bee seen if their rapprochement could withstand the addition of the Queen and the political and professional issues that entailed. They still had enough time to leisurely finish their breakfast before they had to get ready for the morning services. Charles was very accepting of his duties and obligations and although was not a devout person he was reliably religious and normally did not begrudge church attendance but he was glad that this would be the last sermon of Easter as he had other things he would rather do today.* *OOC: Edited as I miscalculated which day it was.
  7. Charles Blount

    Twilight-Breaking Dawn, April 11,Morning

    It had taken awhile for Ursula to awaken and come down but Charles had not noticed the passage of time content as he was to enjoy the progressing morning in quiet reading and contemplation. As Ursula entered Charles looked up and smiled as he put down his cup and rose to meet her half way into the room to escort her to the little table that sat overlooking the garden via a pair of French doors. Charles had opened one of the doors to let in the cool morning air for he did like fresh breezes but the fireplace opposite was lit and radiating warmth so it was easy to choose weather one was more comfortable with a fresh or cozy breeze. In fact outside the open door loitered a peahen who upon seeing the Margravina gave a little coo and scurried off to inform her feathered cohorts of the news. Soon several peacocks and peahens were gathered on the terrace peeping in thru the windows and strutting about near the door. They dared not come in for Bran, Charles’s wolfhound had strewn himself in front of the fire like a bear skinned rug and although the peacocks resolutely held possession of the gardens they dared not infringe upon the territory defended buy Bran. “I do hope you passed the night in contented repose?” he said, which was his way of asking if she had slept well, and pulled out her chair to assist her in sitting. Noting her dress he added. “Is that a new frock? It does suit you well.” He did like the slender cut bodice and appreciated her refined taste but wouldn’t have complained if she had worn a more informal (and revealing) chemise. He himself was wearing a green silk banyan over his waistcoat and breeches with a red turban like cap instead of a periwig. One of the advantages of not having ones hair attached was that one did not have to be there when ones hair was being done. He did appreciate that Ursula took the trouble to have her hair done before she came down. Charles had always like her hair and even if he did not comment he always noticed it. This time he did comment. “I take it you liked the flowers? The lilac’s do compliment your hair perfectly.” As they sat down, assured that Butterfield was lingering at the door, he said. “I was having tea. Would you like a fresh pot or perhaps you would prefer coffee or coco?” Once settling on The Margravina’s preference he answered her question pertaining to progress of the war. “No, nothing much of any import has transpired. It appears that at this moment we are content to glare at the French as they glare back at us. All that could change rather rapidly however. We do not keep a large standing army as le Majestie le Roi does so it takes us some time to mobilize. I dare say things will become clearer after this weeks session of the Lords and we see if parliament will vote for enough money to do more than glare at the French.” “Oh… ‘money to do more than glare at the French’ …that is rather good do you not think.? Remind me to write that down as it may be useful if I take the floor.” A fresh pot of tea was brought in with whatever Ursula had requested and Charles informed the maid that breakfast could be served whenever Frau Klebb was ready. “That is if it is not too early for you my Dear but I do admit to finding myself a bit peckish.” Charles was always quite deferential and proper towards Ursula but this morning he was trying to be as agreeable as possible. At that point both Mr. Buttersworth and Herr Lurch entered. Both were carrying silver slavers and it could be noted that a little tussle ensued when Mr. Buttersworth manuvered himself to ensure he was the first to enter and present his trey to his Lordship. “A letter for your Lordship.” Announced the Butler who received a “Thank you Buttersworth” in reply followed by Herr Lurch intoning “paper” in his resonant bass. “So it is.” Responded Charles. “Thank you Herr Lurch.” As they left Charles said in his ‘aside’ voice, “I think we will need to get more silver treys if this keeps up.” He went on to explain. “I think Mr. Buttersworth and Herr Lurch are having a bit of a turf war. I secured his services in Prussia to act as a sort of Majordomo and body guard during my travels. He was quite effective in discouraging any would be highwaymen when traveling the roads and his knowledge of German culture and etiquette was invaluable. Here in England those traits are less valuable and I fear that Mr. Buttersworth feels I might be trying to supplant him. Our household is not so grand as to warrant a Majordomo and a Butler but I cannot in good conscience let him go and demoting him to just a coachman would be unfair but I in no way wish to supplant Buttersworth.” He thought of the dilemma he had created for himself. “Are you in need of a taciturn imposing man?” He asked his wife then immediately thought better of it and quickly added with some levity before she could respond. “On second thought I withdraw the offer. I wish to be the only difficult man you need to deal with.” He offered her a playful smirk. “But seriously I would appreciate any views you have on the subject. I suppose there is always Epping. That might delineate their responsibilities enough. Have you an opinion on the matter??
  8. Charles Blount

    Mountjoy's Dayplanner

    Pending or in Progress Threads April 11 (Monday) Breakfast with Ursula. April 12 (Tuesday) April 13 (Wednesday) Morning. Meet at Brooke House to go riding. Afternoon. Meet Louis at The Woolsack to discuss Heneage. Future Stage coupe and become King.
  9. Charles Blount

    Mountjoy's Dayplanner

    Completed Threads April 4: Arrived back in London. Conversed with George Hardwick and Francis Kirk in Queen's Chamber: Patience-Persistance-monday Met with Ursula: Embers of Emotion April 5 Had dinner with Heneage: Solitude of Emotion April 6 Midmorning, Spoke with Darlene Hamilton in my office: The Paperchase April 7 Morning. Stopped by Cumberland's office and spoke to Beverly St. leger: An Apt Meeting Afternoon. Attended House of Lords session: Let Us Make War April 8 Morning/Afternoon. Attended Good Friday Services: Good Friday Services Evening. Attended social evening with the Queen: A Rousing Evening with The Queen April 9 Attended Easter Time Services: Saturday Services April10 Attended Easter Services with Ursula. Easter Sunday Evening. Easter Dinner and discussion with Ursula. Shall Life Imitate Art April 11(Monday) Received invitation to go riding on Wednesday from Beverly: letter Sent letter to Lord Basildon to meet at the Woolsack on Wednesday: Letter
  10. Twilight, Breaking Dawn* April 11, Monday Morning, Saxony House [*There are no werewolves or vampires in this version] The slightest reduction in the darkness of the Eastern horizon heralded that the nights inky blanket was lifting and the dawn would soon be marching westward across London. Charles rose in anticipation of the coming dawn for he always enjoyed the quiet stillness as the world transitioned from darkness to light. It took him a few extra moments to acclimate himself as he had not awoken in his bed. He looked to his side at the waterfall of blond hair that fell down the crumpled coverlets. Ursula was not an early a riser as he was so despite the temptation to rouse her he let he slumber on as he carefully extracted himself so as not to wake her and bunched up the covers next to her so she would not get a chill. Padding across the hall to his own rooms, for like all proper couples they kept separate sleeping chambers, unlikely to run into any servants for they were unlikely to be about this early as it was still some time before the morning fires were to be lit. Padeen might be up but he slept on a pallet in his master’s dressing room and normally waited for sounds of his master’s stirring before venturing out with a basin of water and a fresh chamber pot. True to form the hallway was empty and Charles did not have to endure the embarrassment of a Chamber maid seeing him in nothing but his shirt. Thankfully his shirt according to the fashion reached nearly to his knees so there would not have been much to be embarrassed about. Entering his bedroom he noticed the bed was turned down and his night shirt was laid out for him along with a candle that had long since burned out. Knowing what was expected of him he wiggled out of his regular shirt and tossed it on a chair, changed into his night shirt, got into bed, pulled up the covers and rung the bell to inform Padeen he could enter to pull down the covers to allow Charles to rise. “I will not be going out riding this morning but will take a bath if there is hot water this early.” He informed his Valet. There most certainly would be for with both the master and mistress in residence Frau Klebb would assuredly be up early to bake all sorts of delicacies. “once the Margravina has come down I would like a large breakfast… perhaps with some of the left over lamb.” He looked out the window. It looked like it was setting out to be a fine enough day but was still early enough in the season to be a bit chilly to breakfast outside. “We will take our meal in the Morning Room. See to it that the fire is lit and send out for a dozen dozen roses to arrange throughout the room and I would also like a large arrangement of blue lilac’s to be placed the Margravina’s boudoir before she awakes.” Padeen simply nodded in acknowledgement of his instructions and looked around for his Master’s discarded clothing to tidy up and brush. “Oh…” said Charles as he noticed Padeen’s gaze. “Inquire with Mary for my coat and such… I seem to have left them elsewhere.” Padeen nodded again and waited till he had turned away to let a smile cross his lips. Later, when the sun was up and the hour more decent for civilized persons and Ursula had awakened she would be informed that His lordship awaited her pleasure in the Garden room for breakfast. And that during her toilet she would discover her boudoir adorned with a large arrangement of Iris’s and garlands of Lilac about her mirror. When she was so inclined she would find her husband sitting in the morning room sipping tea and reading the London Gazette.
  11. Charles Blount

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    For now their differences were swept away. Even their Easter dinner was forgotten as they had other appetites to fulfill. “My dear Margravina, I am His Majesty’s servant in all things but I pray, at this moment, it is not the King’s name I wish to hear from tour lips.” Charles had the foresight to have Ursula’s rooms prepared but they were upstairs and he was in no mind to tolerate such a delay repairing to them would take. There was a point during the chase (was he really thinking of hunting at a time like this?) when it was necessary to charge forward to secure the triumph. This he did counting on the discursion of the servants. Besides, it had been almost an entire year so the chase might not take very long. They lingered together reaffirming the bond that had been forgotten but never broken. The luncheon when finally served was a little overdone but it was served in a relaxed setting. [OOC: As not to scare the horses shall we fade to black?]
  12. Charles Blount

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    He realized now that his concerns and worries were unfounded no matter how real they felt at the time yet he appreciated Ursula’s Kind words of understanding. Her actions indicated that she as well accepted that the roots of their recent issues were more ones of overreaction rather than irreconcilable diffrences on their part. There were still things to say and do and alterations to be put into practice but Charles felt that the salient issue had been recognized. Things were not quite so settled for Ursula who, with typical German ordnung produced a notebook and began to catalogue the specifics of their arrangement. When she mentioned his recklessness that Christmas midnight several years passed his eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly and his bottom lip protruded ever so slightly, he was not a man to display his inner emotions, a trait he relaxed with her, but she knew him well enough to recognize the expression he made when someone made a point he did not expect. He realized that the comment was a playful quip but it did cause him to seriously reflect on his original emotions towards her and how they had evolved. Mulling it over as he recollected the incident a smile came to his lips, not a polite courtiers smile that one could get almost anywhere in Whitehall but a personal smile of inner emotion that he only showed with a select few. “Whatever was I thinking… what on earth could have come over me to cause me do something so rash and brazen?” he said remembering exactly what had come over him yet giving Ursula a little return jab. She deserved it, besides this kind of playful verbal sparring was very alluring to him. “Come now.” He said softly in mock rebuke as he moved closer and took the notebook from her hands and placed it on the couch. “Now is not the time for paperwork.” He cocked his head and moved to kiss her on the lips just like he did when the Bishop said ‘You may kiss the bride’ that early Christmas morning.
  13. Charles Blount

    A Good Friday Morning Constitutional (April 8)

    Of the poetry contest and Anne’s desire for a spaniel of her own Mountjoy responded “I for one would be no threat to you in achieving your goal for poetry is not my forte however there are many talented persons about His Majesty so such a contest would be interesting. I will content myself with my Bran for although he is not small and plucky he is brave and loyal and sometimes that is enough.” Moving on and addressing the company in general “I have also heard tell that a horse race is in the offing. That is something I have a greater aptitude for. Tell me is it to be a regular circuit race or point to point?” As point to point races had obstacles and hurtles to overcome rather than straight speed such races favored Mountjoy’s riding style thus would allow him to at least give riders like ‘Lightening’ Langdon a run for his money.
  14. Charles Blount

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    His suggestion was received as it would have been before, with reason and understanding. This was a relied to Charles as it presaged a return to normalcy. “Oh yes of course… on that account I understand completely and wish to be no impediment whatsoever.” He replied to the need of the Queen’s need for Ursula’s services. When Karoline was a newly arrived German Princess, alone and unfamiliar with English customs, he himself had developed somewhat paternalistic (or at least brotherly) feelings for the Queenly aspirant so the realization that Ursula had been able to fulfill that role was reassuring. His desire to spend more time with her was correctly interpreted for Ursula had a knack for understanding. He did indeed want to spend more time with her but he felt obliged to offer some political even if it was counter to his desires. “I would be cautious with greatly reducing your duties.” He felt a bit uncomfortable raising such a subject as it had the potential of ruining the understanding they had just achieved and casting them back into mutual recriminations. “I say this as a practical matter in support of all that you have achieved. “I believe we should and can find the time needed for us but we must remain cognizant of the political ramifications of our actions.” He was not one of those grasping courtiers that would fight for every bit of influence and then guard that power like a dog with a bone. There had been at least one Blount in the Court of every English monarch since William the Conqueror and although he felt that such privilege was his due he also realized he was not immune from the politics of the court and one needed to strive for their due. This outlook extended to his wife as well and he did not want her to lose her grip on the influence she had achieved. “As you obviously know the position of Mistress of the Robes requires long hours. You must be a constant satellite in the orbit of the Queen, the gatekeeper for Her Majesty so to speak. There will always be others who will try to increase their influence at the expense of your own, you… we… must be cognizant of that fact and work out a way that meets our needs yet still keeps you, and me, available for our duties.” With that minor note of caution he pondered then went on to comment on her suggestions. “As you say the current condition of her Majesty as well as the Lords being in session will greatly reduce our time available but those diversions will not be constant and should be easy enough for us to accommodate. I do like your idea of having some sort of schedule to aspire to. As my legal duties allow I do plan to spend more time on behalf of her Majesty so I will be in attendance along your side so that will allow us more impromptu opportunities. Sundays are not used for legal matters and I can devote Mondays to the Queen’s service so we can share whatever light duties there may be and have the remainder to ourselves. And you are correct that Saturday is often light as well so that time could be added when available to give us more time. Perhaps on the latter parts of Sunday you could contrive to spend the evenings at Saxony House for the gardens are particularly fine in the morning sun and I do miss breakfasting with you. It would also be very pleasant to entertain now and again. I had Heneage over for dinner a few nights ago and he is fine company but there is something socially lacking in two gentlemen dining alone. I have the Woolsack for that.” “When we have a particular light weekend perhaps we could also take a jaunt out to The Queen’s Lodge. It is really not that much farther than Chelsea, an hour by horse, two by carriage, and with the additions made it is now a comfortable home rather than just a hunting lodge. Besides it will give us a chance to spend a bit of time with little Hope.” It was good that they were talking and it appeared that they both wanted the same thing. The details of how they were to proceed were important but not as important as the desire to proceed itself. With such a desire the details would take care of themselves and once trust and understanding was re-established any set backs or issues with the details could be handled like they had been in the past. He knew that it would not be calm sailing for there was sure to be situations that arose that would upset their plans for Royals could be selfishly demanding but that was the nature of royalty and of the nobility that served them. “As I have stated I would like to be more active in assisting the Queen with her administrative burdens. I believe it is settled that this is to complement not replace your duties. Obviously it would be inappropriate for me to personally attend Her Majesty.” He blushed a little for he had no idea what females might do when alone together. He surmised it might have something to do with giggling and having pillow fights but that just might be the French novels he had read while in Europe. Besides he could not imagine Ursula engaging in a pillow fight and the last pillow fight he was in had been about 20 years ago with Heneage when they were in boarding school. “Ahem…” he continued banishing such thoughts “… anyway once her Majesty becomes active again there will be duties I can undertake which would allow us the opportunity to work together.” He sat up on the settee. “The main thing is that we put this episode behind us and allow us to take and give from each other as the situation requires without hurt or recrimination. If we can accomplish this we will both be happier.”
  15. Charles Blount

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    They were talking. Perhaps it was the first time since his return that they were truly talking with each other and not simply at each other. This was more like he remembered their conversations to be. Before the ascension of the Queen when she had little to do and he had much they did not spend much time in eithers company but there were always able to devote a little time together where they both could discard their political or social masks and unburden themselves secure in the knowledge of understanding and support. When he leaned back and she reached and took his hand his thumb unconsciously moved to stroke her knuckles, a habit he had developed a few months after their marriage. He did not think about it, he just did it. As she spoke his head tilted from side to side, not in disagreement but digesting what she was saying in understanding and even agreement. Intellectually he could agree with her supposition that it might have been better if they had had this disagreement earlier but he could not relish such a thought. Events sometimes had their own timing and all one could do was to face those events as they occured. He smiled a bit as she said, despite her protestations of undying all consuming love did not quite extend unreservedly to his penchant for hunting. This at least was an aspect of their relationship that had been amicably settled without much to do. Her comment did spark a thought in his head. The hunt was one of the great passions in his life but he understood that his enthusiasm was not shared by his wife. She, realizing his desires, accepted it and had learned to indulge him in this area. Perhaps that same kind of acceptance could be broadened between them. “Perhaps…” he said hesitantly, “…that in order for our relationship to not be martyred by our service to the Crown is to not nail our relationship to such a cross.” He leaned forward again as he began to voice his thought. He had the urge to stand and grip his lapels as he made his argument as that was always a good stance to take when addressing a courtroom or when on the floor of the Lords but he resisted such a move in this case. “Take my hunting. I enjoy spending time hunting. You do not but you do realize the significance and it has for me so you, as you care for me and wish me to be happy, accept it and realize that I hunt for the simple enjoyment of it and not because I wish to be away from you or that in hunting I am expressing any dissatisfaction in our relationship. I find hunting very interesting and can and would love to discuss every detail of a hunt with you for hours but realize that it is a subject that does not interest you to any great degree so I refrain myself and do so willingly as I realize that we despite caring deeply for each other have different and sometimes conflicting interests.” “We now have some differing obligations and duties, as does everyone, but we cannot let those differences or duties define our relationship. Your duties as Mistress of the Robes require you to spend much time waiting upon the Queen and my duties as Solicitor General will take me away from you. This is unavoidable so we must learn to accept this and not feel guilty for doing what we must or resentful for having it done to us. We may be separated but not by much. Whitehall and Westminster are not very far from each other after all and there will be time here and there for us to make time for each other and talk as we used to. It may not be ideal but it would not be unbearable and it is something that most couples of our status endure.” He patted her hand. “And besides would you really wish to spend the entirety of your time solely with me? I have been told by some in this room that I can be at times tedious.” He smiled and looked at her to reinforce that this was not a serious comment. “When the Queen was new to her position, to establish her and increase her influence, I took on some administrative and political tasks not normally under the purview of the Master of Horse. I can see that such is no longer required as you have seen to those matters quite successfully. But that is an area where our duties could overlap and I would like us to work together so our service to the Queen is a uniting rather than divisive force. This will allow us to spend some of our time if not together then at least in closer proximity and I am sure her Majesty would indulge us on occasion if we chose to spend an evening or two in our private apartments. It is a sacrifice to be sure but it is not martyrdom and it is what is expected from people like us.” He looked to see how this suggestion was received.
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