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  1. Hope

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    “You have never been an impediment Charles.” This she interjected softly. This was another example of the misunderstandings between them, had he really feared he’d be considered a nuisance? The truth was far from that. “I appreciate your concern, and you know me not to be a reckless person.” She paused to add, “unless one is talking marriage at midnight.” Inside joke maid, she resumed, “But I feel confidant that my role with Her Majesty would not be put at risk for my taking some regular time apart, nor is she without other able persons to assist. I might comment also that the girl we helped raise though infancy at English court, is growing to be quite capable in herself. Yet her nature is not one to forget either.” She reassured her husband, with growing personal desire to make some real changes so as to spend more time together. And so they begun to properly hash out a new schedule, a schedule that she was appreciative that he was making some changes also. “Quite so, and not to say that we might at times attend Her Majesty’s events during our personal time, one does not need to be to the exclusion of the other.” Being a woman of organisation, Ursula already had her note book out. So Saturday and Sunday shall be ours, though to Monday – we might share a carriage ride to the palace for the days attendance on the Queen. While we shall both try seize the moment when the week ahead is light, and take some excursions together. Or yes, to throw a dinner party for our friends.” It might not sound much, but these were in fact huge changes! “Once the baby is born, and her confinement is done, I am sure that she shall have more outdoor demands to place upon you. Truth be told my dear, the role has been rather light that I have covered for you during, what with the greatest quantity of her time spent indoors these days.” She agreed, and explained a little, perhaps even apologising some. Reaching to squeeze his hand she gave him a smile and nodded, “Much happier.” For a moment she wondered about a kiss, but. Well, she was uncertain. It had been so long. She did not want him to think her too forward.
  2. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    Chathams The change in him was dramatic. The cheeky twinkle vanished and he hardened, and the lady knew she'd touched some sensitive nerve in him, his clipped reply devoid of humour. It was a manner of adult-tantrum. Meeting his eyes she inhaled, with a sense that there was a couple of options before her now. But she had no intents of fussing about Charles, such a role implied subservience, and whatever else she was not that to him. So instead she simply turned her head in a stately fashion, looking towards the doorway in silence.
  3. “Yes, I admit it seemed strange at the time, but in exile one is limited to the personal items at ones disposal. It meant a lot to him, it was all he had really from his parents.” of the plate she expressed. The girl she’d been then would have been as happy with flowers or a monogrammed kerchief. The plate had hardly seemed romantic, till she digested that it was the most treasured keepsake of Lord Francis’ past that he’d entrusted her with. “But give up on that already.” She smiled in chiding her son for the scars reminder, it had become a joke between them, but funnier to him that herself (she was guilty of marring his beautiful face!) These smiles and chuckles were segue to talk of moving forwards with this knowledge. “If you do not, then Mall might, really it is a surprise that she has not done so already. And this seems to me a thing that you might better present for yourself.” That conversation seemed far removed from her at the moment, as she was still digesting, and feeling the renewal of past feelings. It was hard to pull away from that past, the bitter sweet pain of having loved and lost. Unlike her son, she was not thinking of any grave implications. But she did lend her mind to the gently expressed concerns he spoke. “I expect that is because both maintain jovial and bluster exteriors, but for this you’d desire a thoughtful mood. Perhaps there is some catalyst that might set the apt mood for such a revelation, a remembrance day, or some other thing like that, that might help.” Silently she reached for the letter, wanting to run her own eyes over it again (now that the tears had been wept, and she could properly see).
  4. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Chathams Mary discovered that behind them was Lord Gerard and his sons, she flashed a smile to the Elder, her eyes rolling slightly past the younger ones and back to Charles… “Take care of our reputation, it is what you are charged with the keeping of.” While she could not deny there was a thrill with knife’s edge, she held some maturity enough to know that relenting to a silly whim could ruin a life. Charles was too new to court still. He did not remember the likes of the Lifeguard Fitzjames caught dallying with the Kings mistress, and who’s hopes of advancement in the ranks then penalised against. Not that this was that. “There are other thrills in life.” She advised softly, though did not hold too much hope that her step son would discover relish for politics' cut and thrust. Lord Gerard behind them however… “It is times like this I lament how much your Father neglected you.” Which was a party pooping statement for sure, though honestly said, even with sincerity. The Gowrans “Well!” John huffed a laugh, shaking his head, “Who am I to refuse a lady.” He was grinning ear to ear. “I wonder if the Milliners is open, we could drop past on the way home.” He’d not begrudge the expense for a saucy costume, though of course on Easter pretty near nothing was open. The imagining of it would have to do. “Well my lady, I can now advise you we most definitely have plans tonight,” he chuckled softly (and he was not talking about the dutious family dinner) “so that I am even diligent to discuss them in our carriage on the way home - ooh, look, is that a gap?” Perhaps if Diana pulled in her skirts she could squeeze past? Kingston “Good holy day milord,” It was a quiet yet friendly voice that pulled Francis out of his reverie, the very regular church-goer Newton having found his way to his side. “I’ve pleased to found you, I’ve been thinking a bit more about your project.” Beverleys Mary was looking forward the rest of the day with her husband, and their extended families too (what with the double plans made for the evening). Smiling she took his hand, his assistance to arise was not strictly necessary, she was a young and fit woman, and not so far along in her pregnancy to need the help. But she did enjoy it when he made these spontaneous gestures. The girl in her had her imagine it was out of love (even if inner pragmatist knew it was just what he’d been taught.) “Did you hear how loud Lady Toledo was singing?” she made some small talk, but really she was saying how happy she was to be sitting with him.
  5. Beverley & Von Bruhl It was all sensible and good conversation, till Beverly did a bomb drop (and so mildly spoken!) "Marriage?" Von Bruhl's eyes flared prior to brows frowning. "I would hardly think that suitable, why it is hardly respectful of the sanctity of marriage vows to be taken." Englishmen should never criticise HRM, and even German guests of the crown should not speak so plainly. But he was shocked, spoke first and reconsidered after. "I should mean to say... er." But he was stumped to how to fix the conversation. Meanwhile that Beverly was not the 'grabby' sort that would state what (possibly outlandish) want he might have, seemed to the German as the correct way. "There are some trends it's sensible not to follow." Sebastian stated, and then seeing Beverly's eyes drift after the direction the woman had departed in he commented. "The ladies may be a time yet, Lady Mountjoy is renown for being very through. Would you like to join me in a drink while you wait, I am in no great rush to retire to St marks yet." OOC: happy to fade out on the pair having conversing some while longer about horses etc if you'd like. Mary is a while longer, as she lingered to console an upset Agnes after lady Mountjoys telling off upset her.
  6. The moment’s panic over words written nearly 30 years ago was needless, and the son reassured. It was then she realised Francis himself over whelmed by it all, she squeezed his hand, “do go on.” It was right that they could share this moment. And Francis, her son, and the one spoken of within the letter, read on. Each word so precious. Words that would be read many times more, needed, quenching, like droplets of water upon parched soil. There was only one possible response at the end of the reading, and that was dragging Francis into a weeping embrace. “Oh my dear boy, I knew he would be happy, I knew it. Well, I didn’t even know it, but I hoped so, and to hear this now. You cannot know how it feels!” As the sobs finally eased, her voice softened, stresses that had been raised back to the surface had now been eased. For good. Loosening her embrace she quietly recalled, “I gave him a lock of my hair when he went off to fight, it was like giving my token to a knight of old. We were hardly more than kids, Francis, but so utterly in love.”
  7. Hope

    Shall Life Imitate Art?

    It was a much needed conversation, and they were both adults, working through it. The tears and worst of emotion was passed, and seemed to be replaced with a mutual desire to spend more time together going forwards. "She needs me most at the moment, in absence of her own Mother at court I have somewhat assumed the rule. Once the baby is born, and healthy, I expect the demands on my time can be greatly reduced." there were of course a whole staff full of persons ready to address all the practical needs, as was even the case currently. "Let us plan a few evenings a week when we shall remain at home, with each other." Which was what she thought he was suggesting in his roundabout way, she was simply more direct about it, even if trying to allow her Husband to take the lead in this. "Monday Evenings is often quiet, perhaps then, and what say and Saturday and Sunday also. We might even come to entertain our own guests sometimes, when was the last time we had anyone to tea. While it would leave mid week freed for your late night political meetings, I know especially you are oft busy before the House of Lord meeting, and then after."
  8. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Gowrans Looking at to the little woman at his side, deceptively small she was, for a personality so large – his lip curled with an amused thought, “Frankly I start to wonder if it is you who’d better suit the eye patch – you could run court amok in your wake.” In their marriage of contrasts, it was Diane who held the political ambitions, John was practically a pacifist by compare. He was happy enough however, to benefit from his clever wife’s abilities. (As long as she did not interfere too much with his darts/gambling/drinking social life.) “I’d rather not,” he grumbled at her next suggestion, “first brother, then his wife will appear, and next minute we’ll for an entire family reunion. We shall have to suffer enough of all that come Sunday Dinner. Better we get away as quick as we can.” He was peering down her bodice as he spoke. The Chathams Mary bit her lower lip, restraining a grin while her eyes widened in mock innocence. Lashes batted. She gave her head a shake. “I had no idea what you are talking about.” Oh she knew. Under her breath she murmured, “Stop that this instant Charles, don’t think that our fellow courtiers are so naive as to not understand double entendre, why most cut their teeth on it.” It was after saying this Mary turned to check who was sat behind them... (OOC: Im going to ask Defiance to make a call on who is sat behind them!)
  9. The Chathams and Juliana It was little surprise that Juliana thought they were married, Mary by her manner of self introduction practically implied, it or at least implied her interest over the gentlemen. And the Lady Chatham was still in her prime, just a handful of years older than Charles himself, while also youthful styled in recent fashions. Charles however, was swift to remedy any misunderstanding... Mary resisted chuckling at his scurry, before answering both: "Oh it is Our Lords smiting you speak of? Why I of course referred to any of a dozen miffed gents - and the reason: to have secured the company of Princess of Germany course." a pause, and then she added, "Charmed to meet you." Germany was riddled with noble houses, every second person one met was a Von this or that, while Princes and Princesses were everywhere about. But not so many of them came to England. By an large though, she understood this to mean that Juliana far outclassed her stepson, this could not be a possible marriage match - thus her interest in the other woman somewhat diminished, who's remarkability was otherwise not obvious to her. Perhaps that would still change. "How have you been enjoying our Anglican services?" she asked, considering that Charles and Juliana were talking God, while knowing European Protestants while similar were still different.
  10. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Chathams "The Cook has been surprised by worse.” Mary replied dryly. No need to explain more on that! “Well there is a difference between a healthy hunger and gluttony, your problem has always been knowing when to stop.” Not that she was qualified to make the comment. Charles was rather newly known to her, the past few months was the most seen him ever. But the flirtatious chatter just flowed, whether there was any truth in it or not, she could not even help herself but contentiously goad, even if risking triggering his (unlikely) pedantic side.
  11. The Chathams and Juliana Initially Charles seemed to not know who this woman who took a seat on the other side of him. Mary noted Charles tone, he seemed as bored as he’d ben on any other of the holy days at Chapel. But as he continued to engage the other woman, Mary wondered why… And woefully bored herself she leaned forwards enough to view the other. It was not that she was jealous of Charles attention, no it was not that at all. “If anyone is art risk of being smote, it would surely be Lord Chatham here.” Were they even introduced, Mary had not overheard an exchange of names. “Mary Audley, Lady Chatham, pleased to meet you…?” which was a prompt of course, for the others name.
  12. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Gowrans "Mistaking me? Have you ever heard of an Irish Pirate!" was his (quietly) laughed reply, his accent alone made it sound impossible. Still the talk of it was fun, most especially after such a dull day – so that as they waited their turn to exit the doors the Earl was amused enough drop his hand to dare try pinch his wife’s rump. Confound the many layers of fabric that thwarted the attempt. “I agree with you on that.” He was muttering now, Diana did have a knack for winding him up. And what was keeping these damn people still! Craning his head he saw some old biddy chatting leisurely to the priest at the door. They were in a church jam.
  13. Hope

    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Gowrans “What? Ah yes… do you think an eye patch would suit me?” John was quick to recover from being briefly caught out (claiming he’d been checking out the Gent rather than the Lady!) Dipping his head he murmured into his wife’s ear, “I know you like a little danger my dear, a growl here and there can make you purr so sweetly.” Which was not an apt topic for this location. But fortunately the long services were over, and hed not be averse to a hand job on the way home in the carriage, to tide him over.
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    EASTER 1678 | Easter Sunday (10th all day)

    The Chathams He’d not slept well - and what was that he meant by the look? “You should have told me, I have just the tonic for you; a shot of whiskey scalded with a red hot poker will usually do the trick.” Mary's lips pursed in a smile. When she was interested in some new arrivals, Charles acted more interested in her. Well that was an interesting reply. “But I think I might like to have them to lunch, why look at him, he looks particularly famished. There is something admirable about a man with a strong apetite.” An eyebrow rose as she tested Charles response. Charles, her stepson, was a marvellous plaything, and she continued to tell herself she was not at all serious about him (and he was not jealous over her surely).
  15. Hope

    Away & Here Notices

    Hi Folks, belated apology for being absent. Planning to slow and steady catch up over the next week. *hugs*
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