Nicolette Vauquelin Posted June 12, 2016 Share Posted June 12, 2016 The Mansion of BuckinghamAt the end of the Pall Mall street, wedged between St. James Park and St. James Square, stood a large mansion... ...drawn up of fine white marble and sandstone, with clear Baroque geometry. Inside cherubs in a blue sky was fitted over the white plaster. Each room held a different color and nothing was short of lavish. The mansion was square, but inside the servants still had the habit to refer to the left as the west and right as the east wing; the west wing dedicated to the Duke's chambers, and the east wing deserted for he had send his wife to her father in the country, long since grown bored with her behavior which was an impediment on his fun. Paintings by Rubens, Rembrandt and Lely were displayed in the large hallway, created to impress the visitor, an enormous marble staircase drawing in the eye. Nicolette was a tumble-y sort of nervous excitement as she sauntered in through the doors of Buckingham Mansion, pretending as though she did this sort of thing all the time, slouching off her cloak - uncaring that it slid to the ground before the servant might rush to assist her. Her eyes were upon the stairs, while her mind was already in the room he'd shown her: The private boudoir of Lord Francis Kirke who's titles included Baron of Kingston, Nephew of Buckingham, Kings Gentleman, and more recently Royal Pimp. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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