Sophia de la Cerda Posted September 29, 2016 Share Posted September 29, 2016 The Privy Garden at Whitehall is laid out in ordered blocks with statues in the center of each square, the classical creatures easily draw the eyes of lovers of art. The different statues depict the nine Muses (Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania) and the three Graces (Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia), each holding or surrounded by that which is most associated with her, such as a lyre or scroll. As one wanders, it is often noted that the red roses remain on one side of the garden while the white ones remain on the opposite side, thus creating a pleasant contrast throughout. About the garden are scattered several benches, but none are secluded. It was still snowing when Sophia arrived at the entrance to the Privy Garden, trailed by her bodyguard Karl and her maidservant Anna. She did not see the handsome figure of Lord Chatham among the few courtiers strolling down the pathways, but then she was a bit early. After her visit to the Chelsea Veteran's hospital, she had returned home, where her cook had a warm spicy lunch waiting for her. When she had finished eating, she had gone to the orangery and picked two bouquets, tying the stems together with golden ribbons. She remembered their conversation about presenting offerings to the statues of the Muses, and if he still wished to do such a whimsical thing, there would be a bouquet for each of them. Karl brushed the snow from one of the benches and Anna placed a cloth upon it so that her mistress's clothing would not become wet or soiled. Sophia sat down, placing the bouquets on her lap. She did hope Lord Chatham would find her. With her porcelain skin, flaxen hair, and ice-blue eyes, and wearing a white fur cloak and hat, she imagined that she blended in well with the scenery. The flowers, however, were brightly colored, and her amber silk underskirt peaked out from the front of her cloak. The bejeweled golden brooch that fastened it gleamed in the winter sun, as did the matching ornament on her hat. The snow was falling softly, and Sophia held out one gloved hand and watched the flakes disappear as they landed upon her palm. She didn't like the cold, but she was fond of snow. Karl and Anna stood a short distance away, talking quietly in German and giving their mistress a semblance of privacy as she waited for the intriguing Earl to join her. Idly, she wondered if his eyepatch would match his clothes like it had at the ball. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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