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Charles Whitehurst

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    Lord Langdon

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  1. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    "I suppose I could be a duke if the King adopted me," Charles replied with a chuckle. He knew of no way to become a duke. "I suppose if I married one of his daughters I might make it to Marquess," he added to torment Darlene. The King had no remaining marriageable daughter of age that Charles knew. "Maybe if I married two I could make it." He attempted to tickle Darlene's ribs. "You could be a duchess by just marrying one son." There was another way as well, but he would not speak of her sleeping with the King, even in jest. Charles had no idea how close Darlene had been to a duchess title. If she had not been married when she was living with Newcastle ... . He had no desire to debate the number of soldiers she would deserve. It was just being silly anyway. "If you want two of something, I'm thinking of something we might do twice ... like right now." And so he was then kissing his way down from her forehead, cheek, ears, neck and bosom. It did not end there, but as the kissing became more frantic, so did his desire to join with her more completely. Really, there was nothing to say ... just sweet grunts and moans of pleasure that foreshadowed the crescendo to come.
  2. Charles Whitehurst

    interrogating the Servants April 7 morning

    "How curious," Langdon replied in consternation. "He speaks of daggers to a female portrait but does not collect them." Though he seemed to be without understanding, Charles imagined that the dagger had something to do with his dead wife or mother. He thought of the Swan. Could that have been his wife's grandmother? Even so, why would Lewin be so intent of gaining the dagger from a long dead relative? Lewin would need to be a lunatic. Charles had a half mind to call on Lewin and show him the dagger and demand an explanation. He expected to make short work of the b=villain then. "When might be a good time to call on Master Lewin if I wished to catch him at home?" He paused for an answer. "If I wished to conduct a search of his study, when might be a good time to call when he is not at home?"
  3. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    "I really only have a tiny office at the barracks at the palace," Charles admitted. "The Commander of the Guard has a slightly better one." Darlene was already angling to move Ablemarle out. That would be near impossible, he imagined. "He is a duke," Charles observed mildly, as if that were an excuse to not be very good at anything. He was already regretting offering to have a soldier stand outside the office door. It would be hard to explain. Before he could answer, Darlene asked for two. "Only the royals get two," he replied in a soft way not to upset her. "Even one may need to patrol the hallway outside your office at times," he warned. "Speaking of patrolling," he began as an attempt to shift the topic as they gazed into each other's eyes. "I think I will need to inspect the most precious thing to me." That would be her, of course. "Any good patrol needs to be done regularly and sometimes unexpectedly." Trying to lay her body back on the bed, he exclaimed "I had best start my rounds at your forehead and work my way down." By that, he meant his lips, which moved to obey.
  4. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    Had any other lady claimed the story about the office, he would not have believed it. Yet, Darlene was never unsure about seizing the moment, or an opportunity. "How clever and opportune," he complimented. "I shall not reveal the truth but act as if that office was given to you by His Majesty," he laughed. "Perhaps you can find a better office for me!" He kissed her forehead. "We need to find a clerk or two to keep in that office, looking busy doing your correspondence. If no one seems to be in the office, the Chamberlain might note it and reassign it. Maybe I should assign a soldier to stand at the door," he laughed, but immediately regretted giving voice to the idea, knowing that Darlene would insist and he would be placed in an awkward position. "Far be it for me to confuse whom you love," he played along. He kissed her lightly on the lips. As they snuggled tightly, Charles whispered "I feel my breath quickening, to match my heart."
  5. Charles Whitehurst

    interrogating the Servants April 7 morning

    There was no accompanying promise to keep the secrets revealed this day. Rather, Langdon sought to encourage further revelations by appearing quite captivated by her story. "How curious," he acknowledged at the end of the testimony. "Does he collect anything that he has on display in his study or drawing room? I have reason to believe that he might have an affinity for decorative daggers." "Mayhaps he is conversing with a ghost," he offered lightly. As silly as that sounded, who was he to criticize? It had been a ghost that had compelled him to intervene in this whole affair. Had he not found the dagger, none of the danger would have occurred to Tamsin and the others. "There is no living lady that could be said to hold his current affections?"
  6. Charles Whitehurst

    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    His uniform lint-free and his boots polished to an unnatural shine, Langdon had stood sentinel as a good soldier should in the wing of the church. As a member of the Life Guard, he had felt it his duty to project military power as a shield for royal safety. It was unlikely that an assassin would strike in the church, especially with dozens of gentlemen ready to rise in the monarch's defense. Yet, he felt a military presence might be reassuring nevertheless. Perhaps it was nothing more than showing off his uniform and basking in the female attention and male admiration it brought. He watched his brother Bradley to see if he would continue to moon after Dorthea when she entered. His own eyes followed Davina's arrival with her. Of course, his own gaze was focused on Lady Oakham in the crowd, but he spared glances for Susan Herbert, Catherine Sedley (if she felt well enough to attend), Catriona and her sister Fiona, Tamsin and other friends and ladies of his acquaintance. When the service was finished, he snapped to attention and looked for the Duke of York. Having avoided the prince because of Catherine, he felt it necessary to have a conversation about Savoy's letter.
  7. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    "Romantic but sad perhaps," Charles replied with a smile. As she kissed him at the thought of his death he quipped "best I not die then." It was one thing to mention Finch's son, but she disclosed ... "you have an office at the palace? How on Earth?" There had to be a good story behind that surprise! On the subject of jealousy, Charles was a flatterer. "Who would not secretly dream of marrying you?" Did he seem jealous? If he did, he tried to hide it well. "When can I meet this person that has stolen heart? Will I like him?" he played along. "Or should I challenge him for your affection?" Whispering as he moved to embrace her "does he quicken your breath as I do?"
  8. Charles Whitehurst

    interrogating the Servants April 7 morning

    Locking the door behind himself and his guests seemed a bit odd but Mrs. Brown would have him think the conversation was routine. It was only the end of her report that things got interesting. "Oh, tell me of Lewin then." The woman seemed chatty enough. As such, an open-ended question seemed best.
  9. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    Charles laughed. "Heaven forbid boots or unwashed under garments." He rubbed her back affectionately. "You shall not die Darlene, my darling, for I will prevent it. You shall be my widow rather than I your widower. And, I shall die with my boots on I think." He agreed readily to introduce her to Anne Scott. The Duchess would have Darlene wearing boots in no time, or Darlene might convince her to give up adventuring in favor of gardening. "Ah a newsletter." He had thought that she needed a scribe to chronicle her exploration of the castle. "Finch? How do you know him?" It was a silly question really, as people met each other court Maybe he was a bit jealous. A bit. What he really wanted to know was how well she knew him; but then, it did not really matter. He was happy that she was happy with assisting him. He was certain to rue the decision in later days, but in the glow of pillow talk, it was hard to resist making her happy. Perhaps he could sense what she wanted next, or perhaps it was his own loins that felt the need, for the seriousness stare melted as his gaze softened by taking in her nakedness. One did not need to be a mindreader to know how he was thinking of pleasing her, and himself, next. His hand lightly traced her form as if mapping its contours.
  10. Charles Whitehurst

    interrogating the Servants April 7 morning

    Charles interpreted the woman's actions as insubordinate and insulting to a lord and officer of the King. His mind was already alive with notions of jailing her for the rest of her natural life, or until she showed proper respect. Lord Langdon could be a passionate and emotional man when provoked. His mood improved when he met Mr. Brown. "She is impertinent and I was weighing how best to deal with her Master Brown; but, upon your assurance of her cooperation, I shall take no action against her." Pausing for assent, he led the husband back to be with his wife. Sam was still there, or so he assumed. "Master Brown, I shall expect the full cooperation of you and your wife in this inquiry," Charles began. "I have received reports of suspicious actions in Master Lewin's household. I would like to hear of anything you have observed of your master's meetings with strange and suspicious men." It was an open-ended question intended to just see how forthcoming they might be.
  11. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    Darlene had offered to take on any lady that was vexing him. Though, at first, it seems like an offer to decline readily, there was a certain comfort in thinking that he might have a weapon against a lady. A lady could compel a true gentleman to do most anything, if she was skilled. So, he nodded with a smile and gave her a hug. He too enjoyed the warmth of her body beside him. "Boots are quite comfortable I'll have you know, Most end below the knee. They are better for walking in dirt and mud. You just clean and polish and they are ready to serve again." A scribe seemed sensible but it hardly sounded like a job that would require effort all day. "Perhaps he could hold the umbrella for you too." That still seemed too menial. "I wonder whether you would want a woman scribe/" he mused. "You rarely see women as secretaries except to other women I suppose." They were known to have better handwriting than men anyway, present company excepted. As he thought about it, Charles decided "perhaps you could aid Bradley, not in anything dangerous. Perhaps gaining information on Savoyards that are new to London." He was certain that most any role would be welcome and she would be effective in gaining information where a soldier might not.
  12. Charles Whitehurst

    interrogating the Servants April 7 morning

    "Your failure to cooperate with this investigation has been noted madam. Pray that the consequences of this will not be severe." He turned and made ready to leave, to see if her mind changed. If not, he was content to leave the woman alone and proceed to the separate room with the male servant, her husband. "And who might you be?" he inquired as he approached the man, full of authoritative stiffness that was his right as a noble and officer of the King.
  13. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    "Yes, it was a mistake," he admitted sheepishly, wondering he should tell Darlene the sordid details of his agreement with the Duchess of Savoy. She might see him in a poorer light. Really, was he all that endearing as she characterized? He supposed he was to ladies but he was hardly proud of more than a few of his antics. It made him wonder whether Darlene held any dark secrets herself. The attack upon Killigrew was certainly no secret. There was the time that she spent with the elderly Duke of Newcastle, who had gifted her this home. She had just been a friendly face hadn't she? Had she done things she had regretted? He supposed that everyone did; but, he saw Darlene through the lens of perfection that was the frailty of all men and women that had been smitten with love. "Yes, I shall always listen to you," he pledged with a smile. "I shall only tell you no when it is appropriate." "Yes, Noni's aunt, as you recall. I was close to the Duchess and her son when she was here and I visited them in Savoy. It was she that thought I should marry Jeanne, who lived in Savoy. It was a mistake to listen." Of course, he had received a good deal of wealth from her. "I suppose there might be those on the Continent that wish York ill for whatever their purpose. It is hard to know, but we should take the warning seriously. I have Bradley down at the wharves listening for visitors." The topic then switched to the frivolous, but a welcome relief. "Practical clothing I should think. Monmouth's wife, Anne Scott, is all about ladies wearing boots and seeking adventure. She might have a wardrobe to suggest." It might be a good way for Darlene to meet the Duchess, who was greatly in need of female friends. "What would you think of having tall shiny boots like mine to wear?" He was jesting of course. Next she would be wanting trousers. "A wide brimmed hat I would think, to protect your porcelain complexion." As for their brothers, "it might capture their interest, but academics think this nothing but fanciful mythology, not history. As for me, I believe that myths have history an history has myths. One is never devoid of the other I should think. There must be truth to find in Tintagel Castle." As for a scribe, Charles asked "do you mean to have your own secretary in this affair, to record things?"
  14. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    "Yes, that French woman was an embarrassing chapter of my life," he admitted. She had been old enough to be his mother and she was a drunkard. He had wondered at the time how a drunkard could be so pious at the same time. She loved to collect religious relics. "I shan't plot some phony assassination," he replied quickly to Darlene's plan. "If I was discovered, it would be the end of me. It just so happens that there is an existing plot to kill York and I will be speaking with Bradley about going down to the docklands to look for the suspects. We have some general information from an informant in Savoy," he explained. As for an excavation party, he smiled at her quip. "It shan't be a social party, rather it is just telling a crew of sweating men where to dig and having slackers disciplined. I should think something simple might do."
  15. Charles Whitehurst

    In Search of a Evening Cup of Tea April 7

    Perhaps this was why one did not discuss finance with ladies. "Trust me, I would always prefer to be with you." He offered a squeeze. Young men, however, were led to believe that, despite horrid conditions and mortal risk, that the battlefield was the call that one could not ignore. The conversation about finance started rationally enough and then ... it started dissolving into emotion. Why must women see things with their heart rather than their mind? He needed to be careful about what he said next. He thought of what a love letter to Darlene might say. That was always the best course. "We do not need that sort of money," Charles attempted to soothe her. "We can use those properties without buying them," he offered with a smile. "Without you at my side, where would be the caring, the warmth, the hope, the inspiration and the love? Money buys none of these. I would rather be happy man with a loving wife as a companion than an unhappy man with gold as a companion. You bring the sunshine into my life. My wards bring only duty. One is an imbecile and the other tries to run away preferring to live in the filthy streets and alleys of London rather than in a comfortable bed. She is showing signs of coming around though." "All we need is a spot of luck and we will be set for life. If I rescue the Duke of York again from an assassin, surely there will be a reward. And, when we get to Cornwall, I think we will unearth something even more valuable in the ruins of the castle. Who knows what you might find? I could see you overseeing an excavation party." He knew she liked leading things, so surely that would find favor. He looked to see if his mercurial love would once gain blossom.
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