Raconteur Posted January 6, 2017 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Portrait GalleryThe long hallway connecting the Banqueting House and the Great Hall is decked out in portraits, landscapes and sculptures from all the past masters. Stools dot the hallway, as well as a fireplace or two, to warm it in the winter months. Also scattered about are small nooks that lend an air of privacy in the open corridor, especially at night. The lone figure attired in a shade of warm gold velvet that made her brown eyes sparkle was quiety studying the portrait before her, her brown head tilted a bit to one side, as her gaze took note of all the small details that many oft times over-looked. At seventeen Lady Frances Cavendish, daughter of the Duke of Newcastle, was in all truth feeling a bit lost. A Christmas Court was supposed to be a rare thing and so she had expected more than what might have been at Windsor or even Richmond by way of entertainments. If there were activities, and she was sure there were, then her feeling of being left out was correct. Her elder sister Elizabeth had been no help but then as Duchess of Albemarle she had her own House to run. Her Aunts, the Countesses of Bridgewater and Bolingbroke respectively, had also not been very helpful instead ofering their own ideas on how the daughter of a Duke must always behave and was Frances thinking of disobedience perhaps? She gave a small sigh. If only she was more like the woman in the portrait - The Great Bess of Hardwick! Frances was her great-great-granddaughter but up to now sadly lacking in any inherited traits of that Lady that could be detected. Longing to break free of the tight control that had been her everyday existence since her birth she was determined to change it all come the start of the New Year. She longed for a husband and to run her own establishment. But there was still nothing from her parents in the way of any contract - she knew that as the eldest unmarried daughter her marriage would be a meeting of two great families uniting land, power, and money and her own wishes would not be considered. She would not be 'forced' at least in the old way's that she'd heard about but she would marry who she was told to. And frankly She was the best of the marriage candidates at Court and so to have nothing said was a bit distressing as well as cause for self-pity. Taking a few steps back and putting her hands on her hips she looked up at her ancestress and into those dark eyes and said aloud "There is more of You in Me Madam that lies out of sight and I mean to set that free!" Her voice, quiet though it was, did echo a bit so any that might be close enough would have heard it ....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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