Robert Saint-Leger Posted November 12, 2016 Share Posted November 12, 2016 Duke of Cumberland's Private Sitting RoomThe room was large, open and surprisingly bright, lit by floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall, the draperies of which had been pulled as far back as they might. The walls were panelled in vibrantly embroidered Chinese silks, trimmed with wide, rich, dark walnut, as though each panel were a work of art. Art from various far-away lands dotted the room, each a precious piece with personal value to the apartments’ occupant. Might there be the hand of a woman in the décor? Perhaps, but it somehow retained the masculinity and personality of the Duke. Beverley found that now that he was closer again, it was easier to resume his usual routines as Cumberland's aide despite the fact that he had been feeling lingeringly unwell. That morning he had gone through the correspondence and sorted it, and he started penning replies to the ones where he knew the standard reply. There was a familiar comfort in it, and he hoped that the Prince would emerge before he finished. They had not spoken since his brief conversation with the French, nor since he had moved into his new accommodations, and he felt it important to be gracious. At least the study would be nice and warm for the aging royal at this point. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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