Francis Kirke Posted December 30, 2016 Share Posted December 30, 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 arrived back to the house after a rather long day at the palace. He had not seen Buckingham that morning as he had arrived at the palace very early in the morning in case His Majesty wished the service of the long-legged Kingston for his walk. After an unexpected surprise in the hallways, Francis had later met Sophia in the Presence Chamber for a little chat. He had plans to visit Gresham that evening for some academic presentation or discussion of some sort to which he had received an invitation. Francis had decided to take Tommy along; he had seen to the boy's education and kept him quite busy with books and work. Such a thing would be good for his youthful cousin. He had not gotten a chance to ask the Duke if he wished to go as well, but he thought to seek out his uncle in the huge house if he was home. Aside from their sparring with His Majesty Saturday, Francis had not seen him as much as usual. There were a few mornings where Francis had left early and a few where Buckingham had left early, so he had not been there as the Duke's entertainment upon waking. Much was afoot with the Danby situation, he knew, even if he was not wholly privy to it all. After his outer coat was removed for him. he asked the liveried servant, "Is His Grace at home?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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