Sophia de la Cerda Posted March 4, 2017 Share Posted March 4, 2017 The Privy Garden at Whitehall is laid out in ordered blocks with statues in the center of each square, the classical creatures easily draw the eyes of lovers of art. The different statues depict the nine Muses (Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania) and the three Graces (Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia), each holding or surrounded by that which is most associated with her, such as a lyre or scroll. As one wanders, it is often noted that the red roses remain on one side of the garden while the white ones remain on the opposite side, thus creating a pleasant contrast throughout. About the garden are scattered several benches, but none are secluded. Once more, Sophia sat upon a bench near the entrance to the gardens waiting for Lord Chatham. Her entire body trilled with excitement, and her heart fluttered in anticipation. She had looked forward to seeing him again since the moment they had parted after their stroll on Monday. He had never been far from her thoughts and had danced through her dreams almost every night. When she awakened, she had been consumed with a desire that was both thrilling and frustrating, for she had no way to assuage it. Did he still feel the same way about her, or had he decided that it was too dangerous to dally with an Ambassador's wife? It would crush her if he had reconsidered, but she would understand. Whether potential lovers or just friends, she would enjoy their time together. Her cane rested against the bench beside her, covered with ribbons which matched the light dove gray and pink of the gown that was hidden beneath her silver fox cloak. Her ankle was a bit better today, but it was still painful when she put pressure on it. She had hoped that it would be fully healed by the banquet tonight, but it looked as if she would be sitting down most of the evening. On the ground at her feet were two baskets brimming with brightly colored bouquets and flower garlands. Sophia and woven the blooms together very early this morning while practicing her singing. Her voice had echoed through the orangery, sweet and clear, and she had liked it so much that she planned to sing there again. Karl and Anna had carried the baskets for her, and now they stood nearby, talking softly in German. Sophia paid them no mind, her eyes glued to the entrance. At any moment, she hoped, the handsome Earl would walk through the gates and smile at her ... and she would be content. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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