Francis Kirke Posted November 4, 2016 Share Posted November 4, 2016 At the end of the Pall Mall street, wedged between St. James Park and St. James Square, stood a large mansion that in centuries to come would evolve to become far bigger with addition after addition until it was to be called Buckingham Palace. Such a lofty name however was far in the future. The Buckingham mansion as it was now known was 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. The front garden was filled with various flowers, although it was mostly greenery now. In the back there is a long walk designed by a garden architect, so that the duke could walk and find intimacy with his private guests at every turn. A large fountain in the middle sprouted moist into the air. Francis was used to having mornings mostly to himself, the duke rarely rose before 10 or 11 of the clock, but this morning his (secret) uncle had been up and out the door by half past 8. Buckingham had been rather grumpy. However, that changed little about Francis' routines, and he almost always took sword or baton practice in the mornings with Tommy. The physical exertion did a lot to keep control of his own restlessness. Almost every morning he was not attending the King, he was found in Buckingham's front garden or in St. James Park just outside the duke's. Today he and his sixteen year old ward were practicing rapier in the park area, with two of the duke's servants looming with all the grandiose accoutrements that went along with everything now that he lived under the duke's auspices. Beyond drinks, there was even a small, ornate metal firepit that had been moved from the garden. Any number of his friends was always welcomed to join him, and he had any number of lady-friends who masqueraded as men who tended to drop by on his morning sparring. Nobody had yet appeared today although he was always happy for he or Tommy to have a novel partner, even someone new to him. (OOC - any stragglers or newcomers looking for a Monday thread, feel free to join) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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