Charles Whitehurst Posted April 1, 2016 Share Posted April 1, 2016 Lord Langdon was not an admirer of the opera; or, at least was unsure whether he was. In truth, he had never attended one before. He had been led to believe that it was a series of loud voiced singing in foreign languages, for hours. Still, he had considered attending nevertheless for the spectacle of seeing the flower of the court turned out in all their finery. The deciding factor had been that, had he attended, it was likely that Catherine would be at his side. This risked irking both the Duke of York and Davina. It was one thing to carry on with Catherine and quite another to rub it in the face of her former lover and his current lover. So it was that he found himself in a plush bed in one of his two private suites in Somerset Palace. It was two hallways from the one he would be sharing with Davina 12 hours hence. Fortunately, he had thought not to use the same suite for both lovers, just in case they might both arrive simultaneously. Though he had instructed the backstairs servants carefully, what if they were unable to stop a lady's progress? The palace had perhaps 50 bedrooms of various sizes and Charles had selected two of the better ones with views, leaving the best suite for the King should he require it. Movement in the bed beside him reminded him of the other occupant. Catherine and he had shared their typical greeting -- a rough and tumble lovemaking. It had been a precursor to a more relaxed state of mind more conducive to conversation. Already the sweat on his brow was drying and the chill in the air caused him to pull the sheets over his naked body more fully. "You do not miss going to the opera do you?" He had already explained the concern about angering York needlessly. She had seem to agree. Until they knew better the disposition of the Duke to each of them, it was best to act with a bit of discretion. "It would not be seemly to have had your hands all over me during the performance, as I know you cannot help yourself in my presence." Their game had not been forgotten. "I suppose you will be demanding a dance from me tomorrow," he continued, thinking of the ball. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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