Guest Posted October 31, 2016 Share Posted October 31, 2016 John sat with a sigh. It had been a busy day and it looked to continue being a busy day. He didn't mind really. Actually, he kind of enjoyed the rush, and he was fond of church. But it was still nice to take a load off. He idly fingered a book, wondering if he had time to get through a full chapter. Probably not. Before John was a roaring fire (to keep his books safe as much as keep the room warm) and another seat. Instead he looked up at the portrait of the first Lord Salisbury hanging in his library. One of his ancestors (and Cavendish's too). One of the longest serving Chief Ministers in English history, the man who had ruled England during the interregnum between Tudor and Stuart. He'd been instrumental in arranging the Stuart succession, making peace with the Spanish, suppressing plots against the new regime... and ensuring the Catholics stayed off the throne. He'd also died peacefully. Even as an old and withered man recovering in Bath he'd not been replaced until he actually shuffled off his mortal coil. But there was a special significance to John. He'd been ugly, hunchbacked, crippled. It had not stopped him. Indeed, he'd started his career as a diplomat and then served as an MP before working his way up. John less wanted to follow his specific career as remember that everything was still possible. And if not... well, the world had changed. And for the worse, in his opinion. John took some cider. A servant would show Cavendish in, when he showed up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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