Davina Wellsley Posted March 31, 2016 Share Posted March 31, 2016 Located off the Strand yet still with River frontage is Somerset Palace. Once a Royal Residence it had changed ownership several times and was curently being used to house a regiment of Lifeguards belonging to Major Whitehurst (aka Lord Langdon) who had been appointed as Steward. It had all been arranged. She had merely to show up and would be guided up some backstairs to where her Lover would be waiting and then some sweet joinging between them afore she was sent on her way. Davina did not much like that analogy for it placed her within the same catagory as those that plied their trades - yet she had to smile for was it not the same thing? It had been an easy thing to slip away from Baintree's residence without any servant by simply saying she was going to Church. It was Christmas Morn after all and as a Catholic she had taken Mass with the families Priest safe within her brother's house but she had the need of an 'excuse' so was intent upon gong to a small Chapel tucked away from too many prying eyes. And the small bag of coins gave her tale further credit. He had told her to come veiled so as to not stand out. Impossible with all the snow for a figure in black upon that whitness was like to draw too much attention so she had borrowed a servants heavy woolen cloak with its large hood that obscured her face well enough. Her gown was a plain serviceable dark gray woolen with its neat row of white ruffle about the bodice top and the full skirt held out by petticoats. Dark boots and no ornimations finished off the picture she hoped to have made believable as a girl of middle class orgin come to meet a Lover. She took a boat and and paid the boatman extra for the trip up river from Whitehall and only smiled as it was assumed that she was going to see one of the soliders that resided there. Why that made a far better Tale than her own and so it was adopted. It was cold out on the River and she felt it thru to her bones shivering despite her layers. Upon arrival she was helped out nicely at the boat steps then walked a slight way on only to stop and wait as she had been told. The scarf she wore was pulled up to cover the lower half of her face from the cold so it served as her 'disguise' and she guessed no one there would know her anyway. Just how long must she stand about? Already she knew she was drawing glances ..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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