The Spanish Party (Thursday Evening 12/30)- Xmas 1677

[Duncan Melville]

The Group

 

Duncan paused for a moment. The questions could put him in a bind. On the one hand, his pro-military and pro-war stance might be objected to by some, as not everyone wanted the war. He had heard Basildon speak for caution in Lords, for example. On the other, the mob wanted blood, something the Lowlander could understand. Careful, Dunc. Do not steer your ship into the reefs…

 

“Please understand, as I respond, that I am in no way part of His Grace’s government, and that as a Scot I have no say on what happens in the House of Lords. All I can state is my humble personal opinion, not the government’s policy”. So far, so good. “What I would do, if it were my decision, is to wait until spring. I see no military sense in declaring war while you can’t wage it, and winter is such a time. I would not delay more than that, though, or the campaign season would be too short”. It was a natural mental exercise to the viscount. “Then I would wage war at sea, but retain the regiments as a force in being, so that France has to keep large forces in reserve. That should help the Grand Alliance gain the advantage in at least a few points, I think”.

 

There was one other, more complicated question.

 

“His Grace Charles, may He live to be a hundred, has the sole right to declare war, of course. The problem is that Parliament controls the purse. Without funds allowed by Parliament to wage war, there is no financing it”. Somewhat safe, since no opinion had been given. “And, in that regard, there is nothing I can help with. As a Scot, I can only attend sessions of the House of Lords from the gallery”. Also somewhat safe.

 

There was a pause.

 

“If the discussions were being held in the Estates of Parliament in Edinburgh, it would be a far different thing. There I have allies, and my family name carries some weight. But here it does not, so all I can do is voice my thoughts, but remain on the sidelines”. Duncan did not say that, in Scotland, the King’s will would be enforced, as Lauderdale would see to it one way or another. Detestable man.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia and Diego

 

Sophia didn't really expect him to reveal any secrets that he might have uncovered. Even if he had explained them in detail, she doubted that she would have understood. Politics still confused her, but she hoped to remedy that eventually. Full comprehension of such a complicated topic took longer than just a day, and she would have to find someone else to teach her now that Lord Maldon had left court.

 

So he didn't know where Juan was headed or he wasn't at liberty to say. Maybe her beloved Prince and his army had remained in Italy as well, waiting for better weather to continue their campaign if success was not yet guaranteed. Sophia worried for his safety, but such anxiety was one of the prices of loving the ruler of a country. If he wasn't off fighting, his enemies were trying to assassinate him.

 

Now that she had him cornered, she thought about asking Diego for another spying lesson, but she knew that Esteban didn't want her to pursue that particular path anymore. In some things, the young Baroness was an obedient wife. “Then I shall continue to hope that he walks through the door tonight. This banquet is being held mainly for him.”

 

Again, her ice-blue eyes turned toward the entrance, wondering when Lord Chatham would make his appearance. If he could convince Esteban not to have her watched all the time, they would be able to be together much sooner than if they had to plan an elaborate escape. That incident in the gardens this morning was still fresh on her mind and little thrills rippled through her small form whenever she thought of him.

 

Pulling her thoughts back to the present, she smiled engagingly at the spy. “How many languages do you speak?” she asked, curiosity tinting her voice. “I imagine that understanding many tongues would be beneficial in your line of work.”

[Davina Wellsley]

Viscount Wellsley and his sister Davina Arrive

 

She'd not hurried in her dressing yet somehow managed to displease her brother as if something would happen at such a place as the Spanish Embassy that he might regret missing out on!

 

Now as she was assisted from his coach and together they made their way inside her eyes took in the surroundings while outerwear was taken and then each were handed a card and bid to enter further.

 

Curious indeed

 

They made a striking pair - he in green velvet with a red waistcoat and she in a silvery shade of white satin with red and green velvet bows arranged in a contrasting color pattern down both sides of her overskirt and repeated again amongst the curls of her upswept dark hair but this time in jewel fashion. That they were related would be obvious.

 

Entering they quietly conversed each looking about for those they knew.

 

 

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[Blackguard]

Davina and Richard

 

Women were far too slow in their preparations, at least as far as Baintree could tell. At long last, he had his sister in the coach and they were set to arrive in a timely fashion, no thanks to her.

 

They had agreed to stay but an hour or so, unless things were exciting. As such, Richard was not expecting much. Though unlikely, the Viscount hoped that there would be a flock of pretty ladis present.

 

"Who should we join sister?" he asked as their coats were collected by Embassy staff. He knew Bristol and Toledo but not many others.

 

Others Arrive

 

Not long thereafter, the Northern Secretary, Robert Spencer, Earl of Sunderland arrived with his handsome wife Anne. She was the daughter of the Earl of Bristol and they immediately acknowledged the older man as their coats were taken.

 

Behind him can the hunched figure of Henry Bennet, Earl of Arlington, without his white staff of office as Chamberlain. He tended to parade that staff when attending court functions at Whitehall.

 

Lastly, to the surprise of some, arrived Ralph Montagu, MP and Ambassador to France. Montagu was once thought to be a creature of Arlington when he was the Northern Secretary, but he had broken with the court party due to enmity with both Buckingham and Danby. The cousin ofEdward Montagu, the Earl of Sandwich, Ralph had married Lady Elizabeth Wriothesley in '73 and was known as quite the ladies man, catching the eye of Barbara Palmer (Duchess of Cleveland) in the process. When he entered, he gave a knowing smile in the direction of the ravenous Duchess.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Charles and Catherine Sedley

 

Catherine's retort seemed but a struggle to keep him from gaining more points. "Oho. I was staring at you longingly while you burned your mouth on some ill pepper and trying to spit it out? Hardly," he laughed. "As you say, it was the only thing that took your mind off me for the moment," he replied smugly.

 

More guests arrived. he knew Arlington and Spencer well enough. Montagu was not really known to him. He certainly knew Baintree and, more importantly, his sister. It took great effort to not try and catch her gaze in his for it would be too obvious to his current escort, a woman with a jealousy towards him. Had she not stared venom at Fiona McBain when the latter played up to him at the latest ball? It took great effort to not acknowledge his sweetheart.

 

"Do you know the gentlemen that just arrived?" He named them each. "Now which of them will you pretend to seduce with your flirtation in a vain attempt to make me jealous?" He gave Catherine a challenging smile to see if she would take him up on it. Maybe that would give him a moment to be alone with Davina, which would seem as merely a ploy to get Catherine jealous in return.

[Davina Wellsley]

Davina and Richard

 

"Hmmm... there seems to be quite the representation present. Why even the Duchess of Cleveland has come and that is curious indeed! But I think we should acknowledge Spain's Ambassador and his Lady first and I see several Ambassadors, Lord Melville, Lady Habersham and there is ...."

 

Her voice trailed off as she stared out into the room her eyes fastened upon the one figure that she had not thought to see for a long time. But there he was. Chichester

 

"Lord Langdon with Sedley's daughter."

 

The last uttered with a bit more animation as she left out one Gentleman's name in particular. But she was soon to interupt her lover but she wanted to gage just how reckless Catherine Sedley planned to be. She had no hold over Charles was true but all the same he could not think to Parade another lover before her!

[Aria]

Charles and Catherine

 

“Yes, you were, because you can't stand for me to leave your side even for a moment. I doubt your eyes left me even when you were speaking to the Baroness. She probably thought you were rude.” Charles was still ahead, but Catherine was determined not to let him score another point. Their game served another purpose other than playful banter and verbal foreplay. It made her already prodigious wit even sharper.

 

Her gaze swept over the new arrivals with disinterest as her handsome lover named them, and she rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “Those stodgy stuffed shirts? If I flirted with any of them. I'd look desperate. And anyway, why would I want to make you jealous? You would be even more persistent in keeping me close to you.”

 

Another glance around the room. “I do want to make a gentlemen jealous, but he isn't here.” Catherine wondered if York would decide to attend. If he did, she might finally get a chance to speak to him about little Caroline and urge him to see her.

[Blackguard]

Duncan

 

The Dane seemed satisfied with the answer, as did Bristol. "A naval war in the winter and troops in the spring would be a great thing." When Duncan qualified his remarks as being limited to a Scotsman's perspective, the Ambassador replied "if only the English Parliament was as loyal." He meant it as a compliment to the Scots. Lauderdale had whipped the clans into total obedience to the Crown. "Perhaps you should gain an English title too if such a thing is possible," he jested.

 

"Such a thing is possible," Bristol replied. In fact, Lauderdale was both, though was duke in Scotland only.

 

Sophia

 

"Perhaps he might," Diego admitted as he glanced towards the front door. Juan had yet to walk through.

 

"I speak many languages," the handsome Spaniard admitted. "Most of the western ones are easy to learn." In fact, Spanish and Italian were close, as were English and German. French was easy enough. They used the same alphabet. The eastern ones were more challenging. He grinned in response, but did not list the tongues. Perhaps he was being modest. Instead, he nodded towards Maria, who was dressed in black velvet and was distracted by watching Diego with her sister-in-law.

 

Davina

 

Richard took in the surroundings, disappointed that there seemed to be no eligible ladies present, other than his sister, Langdon's mistress, and Toledo's homely sister. "Mostly diplomats," he muttered to his sister quietly. What did he expect? Perhaps he had thought it would draw a holiday crowd of courtiers hungry for any social engagement.

 

"Yes, let us greet our host," he agreed. Lady Toledo seemed off in a corner somewhere.

 

Joining the Group

 

Toledo was with Duncan, Bristol, and the Danish Ambassador. "Greetings Lord Baintree. Do you know Lord Melville, Bristol, and this is the Danish Ambassador Lord Bysted. Viscount Baintree and his sister Davina." Bristol smiled at the arriving couple. "I know Mistress Wellsley," admitted the Danish Ambassador. After all, she had abandoned him at the last ball, not making good on her promise to dance.

[Duncan Melville]

The Group, with Duncan leaving temporarily

 

Duncan bowed formally, kissing Davina’s hand if offered. “I had the pleasure of meeting Mistress Wellsley’s acquaintance last year, in the Spring, I think. I had not had the honour to be introduced to Viscount Baintree, though”. He once again bowed formally. “A pleasure, Lord Baintree. Viscount de Melville, at your service”.

 

Of King Charles’ three kingdoms, only in one was customary for viscounts to use of or de, Scotland. Baintree would probably know that, and thus know the Lowlander’s national origin.

 

“Mistress Wellsley, would you do me the honour of joining me in seeking our hostess? I have yet to pay my respects to her”. Duncan turned to her brother, silently asking his permission, before offering his arm to Davina. It was his intention to bow politely to those around him, and seek Sophia, while on the way sampling another appetizer and seeking a new glass of chilled Rhennish, he would prefer if he didn't have to do that alone, though.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia leaving Diego and approaching the Sunderlands

 

Sophia's eyes followed Diego's to the door, but it wasn't Juan who entered. Several people were arriving. Some of them she recognized and some of them she didn't. She noted the Earl of Sunderland, who was s woman whom she assumed was his wife. The gentleman who had been conversing with him when she had met them at the ball was here as well, just as he had promised.

 

Esteban had asked her to dance with Lord Sunderland with the aim of charming him into telling her where he stood on the war issue. It might be easier to get that information if she befriended his wife. Perhaps she moved in proper court circles and could help Sophia become accepted among them. Achieving both goals would certainly please Esteban.

 

Diego was evasive about the amount of languages he knew. What else could she expect from a spy? “I speak five now,” she declared proudly. She was fluent in German and Italian, proficient in English, and fair in Spanish. Her French studies had been put aside in favor of Spanish lessons, but she could at least make herself understood.

 

Sophia, too, nodded at Maria. She really needed to give her sister-in-law a makeover. There were other colors besides black. Still, dark colors blended easily into the background, and while Maria was silent, the young Baroness knew that she was very good at listening. In her own way, she was also a spy.

 

“If you will excuse me, Senor Estrada, I have more guests to greet. I do hope you enjoy the banquet.” Leaving the spy with her sister-in-law, she glided over to the Sunderlands. “Welcome, my lord, my lady,” she said, dropping a pretty curtsy. “I am glad that you could join us tonight.”

[Davina Wellsley]

Joining The Group

 

Looping her arm thru his Davina walked beside her brother her chin a bit raised knowing that that they both looked well turned out and eyed the small group that they soon met.

 

She curtsied firstly to the Spanish Ambassador as he was Host then again another that took in the rest of the Party. To the other Ambassador she smiled prettily offering her hand adding

 

"I am afraid I owe you an apology - there was such a crush that I could not find you amongst all those crowed around to watch His Majesty dance - am I to be forgiven?"

 

How could he not as she'd played her excuse on the King's Presence. She then did another to the other Gentlemen presenting a neat curtsey that showed off her form.

 

To the Gentlemen who then reached for her hand another smile which dimpled her cheeks

 

"Indeed Lord Melville I shall welcome the opportunity to pay respects and might we look for some libation along the way?"

 

She looked to her brother for his assent either verbal or silent before she would take her leave on another reverence.

[Hope]

Barbara's eyes indeed glittered towards Montagu - another in search of some entertainment tonight? Though she kept to herself a time, watching the shuffle about the Host. The Wellesley girl had certainly grown in confidence over the past year, while the Scott, well, suffice to say that marriage suited him...

 

Her eyes returned to the raven haired and certainly debonair ambassador, a satyric smile within her gaze.

[Blackguard]

Sophia

 

"Five is impressive," Diego remarked in a flattering way. Most English ladies knew but one or two tongues. Continentals like Sophia and Diego understood the need to speak more. "Of course," he acknowledged as Sophia took her leave. It was the nature of a hostess to move among groups after but a few pleasantries. Diego seemed content to resume some conversation with Karl after the blond beauty moved away.

 

Robert Spencer, 2nd Earl of Sunderland and Northern Secretary was with his wife Anne. She had been a court beauty but, after a decade of marriage and five surviving children, she had developed into a more mature visage. "Thank you for the invitation," the Earl greeted in return.

 

Davina

 

What could the Dane do other than forgive her when she asked so nicely? No gentleman could refuse. "Of course. It was very crowded." She was quick to retreat with Duncan, causing the Dane to bow again and wonder if she was trying to avoid him. It could hardly be something he said, for they had spoken but briefly.

 

Duncan and Davina

 

The pair left the company when Baintree gave his permission for his sister's withdrawal. That would give Richard time to converse with Bristol, which he had been hoping to do.

 

As Davina asked after libations, a servant stepped forward offering wine and various Spanish finger food. They continued on to join Sophia.

 

Duncan, Davina, Sophia, and the Sunderlands

 

The conversation between the trio halted as Duncan approached. It was assumed that the arriving pair needed to address the hostess, so all grew quiet in anticipation.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Charles and Catherine

 

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Charles played along. "Or, perhaps you were jealous of me being in the company of the Baroness and that is why you were so quick to return. Much more likely I would say." He smirked.

 

"So, I suppose I need to leave your side then, either to make you jealous, or to prove that you are already jealous?" What would she reply to that? If only Fiona was here. He had seen the two of them exchange looks that were lethal. Only Charles would think it fun to be in the middle of two jealous females. Could this provide an excuse to speak with Davina alone later?

 

His eyes watched Duncan and Davina. "You remember Lord Melville? He is back in London after a long hiatus." The two men needed to speak again about the regiment. If the party was sufficiently boring, they might talk military issues this very night.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia and the Sunderlands, with Davina and Duncan approaching

 

“You are most welcome.” Sophia favored the Countess with a disarming smile. “That is a lovely gown, my lady.” Complimenting other women was an excellent way to begin a friendship, she had learned. After a year in England, she was beginning to pick up a few English mannerisms.

 

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lord Melville and Mistress Wellsley heading in her direction. She turned toward them, smiling warmly as they approached.

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[Aria]

Charles and Catherine

 

“If you noticed, I took my time before rejoining you.” Catherine grinned. “I think the Baroness left you because you weren't listening to her. Your full attention was on me.”

 

She shrugged at his suggestion. “Suit yourself. I assure you that I will be quite fine on my own. But I know you'll come running back to me. You just can't stay away”

 

Her eyes searched the room for a certain auburn-haired hussy, but fortunately, Fiona MacBain was not in attendance. Catherine knew that she fancied Charles, and had thought that maybe he had seen her and wished to speak with her. It seemed strange that he kept proposing that they part. Perhaps he had his sights set on someone else?

 

When he asked her about Lord Melville, she wondered if he was more interested in discussing politics with another gentleman. It certainly seemed like the night for it. “I don't believe we have met,” she replied. The handsome Scot was in the company of Mistress Wellsley and they were headed toward the hostess.

 

Could it be Lady Toledo he was interested in? She had spoken to him only recently, and now he was looking in her direction. Unknowingly or not, Charles was drawing Catherine's jealous suspicions away from Davina, She barely spared the Queen's lady-in-waiting a thought. “Is he a friend of yours?”

[Duncan Melville]

Duncan, Davina, Sophia, and the Sunderlands

 

Duncan did not really like big parties. Smaller gatherings with friends he enjoyed, as there was much less need for propriety. But formal affairs, courtly or otherwise, he disliked. Truth was, he did not know what to do in them. That was the main reason why he did not force his Book Mouse to attend social functions. The viscount was not terrified of them as she was, yet he did suffer them, albeit stoically.

 

Davina was, however, beautiful and pleasant company, and her gown in a silvery shade of white satin with red and green velvet bows was very becoming. Also, the Lowlander had not seen her in quite some time, and wondered how the young lady had been doing during that time. “May I ask how life has been treating you since I saw you last, Mistress Wellsley?” It was Duncan’s effort to make idle talk, something he was awful at.

 

The food and drink were superb, and as a servant made himself useful, the Scot asked Davina what she cared for, passed her a glass of her choice, took a new glass of wine for himself, and chose another, different appetizer. It consisted of alternating cubes of aged, salted ham, and cubes of cured goat cheese, which were cleverly held together by a miniature rapier about three inches long. He had had the ham and cheese before, but never arranged like that. Toledo has outdone himself tonight. “If you care for some finger food, I suggest that you try one of these”, Duncan said to Davina after giving back the emptied rapier and grabbing another, “not spicy at all, just a tad salty perhaps, but quite, quite good”.

 

When they reached their hostess, she and the two guests with her fell silent, but Sophia smiled at the Lowlander and Davina as they approached. “Baronesa de Toledo,” he bowed formally in the Spanish style he had learned in the Continent. “I thank you for the honour of your invitation. Have you met the acquaintance of Mistress Davina Wellsley?”, he inquired. The Lowlander did not know the couple, so he waited for Sophia to make the introductions.

 

I should speak with both Langdon and Chichester, if the opportunity presents itself. I need to know both about the regiment and about my friend the painter’s liaison of earlier today. He is too much of a gentleman to tell me, I guess, but I just must ask!

[Robert Saint-Leger]

Bevsey arrives with Rupert & wives

 

Both coming from the palace, Beverley had taken advantage of sharing in the coach-ride with his prince. His reconciliation with his lord father had allowed him access to his wardrobe once more, and while he had not had anything new for that winter season, he was able to look better than he had been able to thus far.

 

He found himself satisfied with that, and far happier to have his young wife on his arm with a feeling of security once more. Even Mary had been able to take advantage of some willing jewelry boxes for the evening.

 

"You look very splendid," he affirmed to her in his kind, yet somewhat awkward way. They were still getting to fully know one another.

 

"I wonder what Lord Toledo's thoughts are on the war, for we are to be allies with his master for this venture," Beverley commented, clearly to Rupert. Though such things were not really a fit topic for ladies, none should truly be surprised that such a topic would come out when visiting an embassy with the two gentlemen present!

 

Besides, he could hardly comment on Lady Toledo's bosom, and if he commented on her voice, he was sure he would blush with thoughts of her bosom.

 

Once inside, he was quite happy to be warm. The cold did not suit him very well. His anxiety of his constitution was likely to blame. He always thought of getting sick.

[Charles Audley]

Chatham arrives

 

Charles hummed softly to himself as he entered, still dressed in his greys and greens, court sword hanging on his left hip to balance the rather full hip flask in his right pocket. He had had time to style his hair properly, thankfully, freeing it from its queue and arranging it into its customary 'effortless' appearance. After some deliberation, he and Wodehouse had decided against any obvious or gaudy jewellery, leaving him bare of ornamentation save for a silver pocket watch tucked into his waistcoat.

 

Charles paused for a moment, running a jaded eye over the guests and the decorations, snorting internally at the latter. They seemed to him almost childishly overbearing in their emphasis on the Spanish colours, nearly to the point of insecurity.

 

It as not as though we are likely to forget whose embassy we're in, after all.

 

The guests struck him as a mixed lot too, though he was pleased to catch sight of Barbara. She would improve the general aesthetic at the very least. And speaking of pleasing aesthetics, there was Sophia locked in conversation with other guests. Regretfully he decided to pass over both women for the moment. It would not do to be overeager.

 

Approaching Toledo et al

 

Popping a stuffed pepper into his mouth, Charles decided instead to present his compliments to his host. Savouring the burn of his appetiser, he approached the group around the ambassador and swept an elaborate bow.

 

"Good evening your excellency. My compliments to your cooks. I must confess that I have missed the taste of spice."

[Davina Wellsley]

Duncan, Davina, Sophia, and the Sunderlands

 

She had of course been familiar with Lord Melville and so was comfortable walking beside him. He offered her several choices and she accepted a glass of wine taking a sip and then another as it was pleasant to her taste.

 

"I have been most excellent Lord Melville in all Truth and I hear you have a daughter - my Congratulations. And your lady Wife and babe are well? I should like to send a gift if you will permit naturally - I am quite skilled with a needle you see - despite my appearance which would suggest otherwise!"

 

She gave a small chuckle at her own expense lest he think she was serious.

 

At his suggestion she then tried the offering finding it tatseful.

 

"Mmmm .... Indeed tis a most unusual combination but I think a bit too salty but how clever to use these to hold it all together. I am glad for Lady Toledo's sake that things are going well for she is young but now must assume adult shoes as Spain's Representative here."

 

At his introduction she offered Sophia a reverance then immediately another to the Earl of Sunderland and his wife then stood with a small smile about her mouth for the responses to come content to sip her wine and all the while longong to turn and look about the room.

 

Her eyes she knew would seek him out again and she wondered what might be said when their paths crossed. Time had passed for them both and for her at least she understood that their's had not be star-crossed as she'd played out. His admission of 'Love' for another woman had been a knife to her heart and it had left a scar.

 

But she was different now thanks to Charles and so believed that what ere was to pass between them if anything she would be strong enough to offer nothing more than Polite Greetings and to enquire after his Health and of his Travels .....

[Blackguard]

Toledo, Bristol, Baintree, the Dane, and now Audley, Rupert and the Beverleys

 

Rupert and Mary paused but briefly and they moved instinctively to greet the host. "I suspect he is for it," the Prince replied wryly to his aide's speculation. Not far behind came Audley. Seeing the Prince arrive, Toledo broke off all conversation so the royal could be greeted properly.

 

"Your Highness, thank you for coming to our party. You know Lord Bristol of course, and perhaps Lord Baintree, and this is Lord Bystead, the new Danish Ambassador." Rupert replied by introducing his aide and his wife, Lord and Lady Beverley. Mary did not seem nervous at all. She was grateful to get out of their rooms and attending some court parties. She curtsied appropriately as she was introduced.

 

As Charles approached, Toledo recognized him. "This is Lord Chatham." He introduced the rest of the company as well. Two servants approached with silver platters full of small Spanish delicacies. "Do try some," the host urged. "If you see red, it is probably a pepper," he chuckled. Two servants approached with white and red wines. "You are all welcome and thank you for coming. Happy holidays."

 

Sophia, Duncan, Davina and the Sunderlands"

 

"Thank you. Your dress is lovely too," replied Lady Sunderland. The others arrived and the Northern Secretary awaited introductions from Sophia. He greeted each with a "happy holidays," as they were introduced.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Duncan, Davina, the Sunderlands, and Sophia

 

Lord Melville bowed gallantly as he greeted her, and then introduced Davina, who curtsied to both her and the Sunderlands. Sophia was not accustomed to so much deference but she liked it. There were quite a few perks to being the wife of the Spanish Ambassador.

 

“It is always a pleasure to see you, Lord Melville.” She held up a hand to be kissed. “And yes, I am acquainted with Mistress Wellsley and count her among my friends.” Sophia smiled at the dark-haired lady. “Thank you both for coming.”

 

Indicating the Sunderlands with a respectful nod, she introduced them. “This is Lord Sunderland, the Northern Secretary, and his lady wife. My lord, my lady, this is Lord Melville and Mistress Wellsley.”

 

She grinned at the two women. “So far, it seems that we ladies are outnumbered tonight, not that it is necessarily a bad thing.”

[Duncan Melville]

Davina, Sophia, the Sunderlands, and Duncan

 

“Thank you Mistress Wellsley. By God's grace, both my wife and daughter are doing well, even if this winter has been somewhat fierce. But Melville Castle’s walls are thick, and its hearths have maintained healthy fires so both mother and child are comfortable”. The offer of a gift made the viscount smile. “The gift will be much appreciated, Mistress Wellsley, and if you are as skilled at the needle as you are at choosing outfits for social functions, you must be one of the greatest needle artists of our time!” His eye twinkled with mirth.

 

As Davina tried the appetizer and commented on the banquet’s success, Duncan assented. “Aye, I am glad that everything seems to be going well for her. She is a tad young to bear all the responsibility of an ambassador’s wife, but she seems to have grown into the job quite rapidly”. And I do hope that she has learned some Spanish by now. She needs it now, more than ever. He remembered how the previous ambassador had tried to shame her using her lack of knowledge in the language. Then, out of the corner of his eye, the Lowlander say the arrival of Rupert, Beverley, and their wives. He smiled contentedly. The event was going to be a success.

 

When they arrived at their hostess’ little group, he kissed Sophia’s hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Ilustrísima Señora. I am honoured to have been invited to your event. I must say, after having sampled the appetizers, that they are simply superb!” The food had sparked a longing for continental food in the Scott. “If your cook suddenly disappears, perhaps you should look for her in Melville House... I might be found guilty of kidnapping!”, Duncan jested.

 

The viscount then bowed formally in the English manner both to Sunderland and his wife. “Lord and Lady Sunderland, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, and the happiest of holidays to both of you”. So this is the new Northern Secretary. I wonder how he is coping with the duties of the office with all the talk about war? He had met Sunderland’s predecessor, Sir Joseph Williamson, and had sensed that the man knew what he was doing. I do hope he is as good, if not better, than Williamson. At one point, before Sir Joseph had been sent to the tower, Duncan had considered approaching him for a post as assistant secretary. Perhaps it was not to be then, but it is to be now? Hmm…

 

Sophia then mentioned that there were more male guests present than female. “I am certain that it is not a bad thing, Señora Baronesa. This way you ladies will have ample company while the most boring of us, myself included, can move to a corner and chat about our favourite and most boring of subjects without leaving you unattended”, he said jokingly.

[Robert Saint-Leger]

Bevsey, Toledo, et al

 

"Good evening, your excellency, my lords," Beverley said as they were all introduced. His eyes turned toward the new Dutch ambassador for a moment. Well, he could not ask about Toledo's feelings on war at that moment, clearly.

 

This left him for a somewhat awkward moment of what to say, or if to say anything at all. So he stood in his proper manner with his wife on his arm, with that aloofly pleasant look so familiar in the use of courtiers.

 

Thankfully he was rescued by the presence of a servant offering what seemed to be native Spanish foods.

 

That was almost as awkward as talking, though, for Beverley had a restless and sensitive stomach as it was and did not oft eat anything strange. His eyes scoured for anything remotely familiar, like a sort of cheese or fruit or sweet. Peppers sounded like a very bad idea. He smiled at his wife, allowing her first choice if only to buy him more time. He did, however, take a glass of red.

[Davina Wellsley]

Davina, Sophia, the Sunderlands, and Duncan

 

She smiled up at him for his remark pleased indeed. He was Charming!

 

"Well then tis settled. I shall have to send it after the New Year but will see it delivered to you for safe-keeping. And for delivery."

 

Her eyes followed his words towards their Hostess

 

"In my own experience I found her rather too eager at times and not well put for 'instructions'' that might be of help to her. She tended to think that her youth and talents made her somewhat above the rest of us so I hope that your assesments prove correct - I should like to see her settled into her place as Spains' Wife."

 

"There shall be good attendance this night here for there arrives Rupert with his Lady as well as his Aide ...."

 

With the Company

 

"You are very kind Lady Toledo for the Complement and I'm flattered." She smiled back at Sophia.

 

"And I quite like the idea of being a Flower amongst so many bees Lord Melville! And topics can hardly be boring amongst you Gentlemen certainly!"

[Blackguard]

Davina, Sophia, the Sunderlands, and Duncan

 

There was general laughter as the light banter and jesting circulated among the group about the food and disproportion of ladies to men. It was a festive time and a festive event, so humor was in order.

 

Duncan would note in time that Sunderland was quite different then the last Northern Secretary. The new Secretary flaunted his nobility and Duncan may have heard that the Earl expressed strong views on topics. Williamson was mere gentry and seemed to revel in the spying and the behind the scenes diplomacy. Time would tell as to which was more effective for England.

 

The topic changed to where each person planned to go after the holiday season. Sunderland indicated that he was to go to the Continent on the King's business.

[Duncan Melville]

Davina, Sophia, the Sunderlands and Duncan

 

That Davina was going to take the time to make the gift herself made the Lowlander’s eyes sparkle with glee. His wife was not a creature of court, but an unexpected gift might help her come out of her shell. My dear Book Mouse, how I miss you! I wish I could bounce my thoughts off that bright mind of yours late at night. You may be a romantic, but there is a practical streak that comes from being a merchant’s daughter that you can't hide and I esteem so much!

 

His companion’s thoughts regarding Sophia met with a thoughtful countenance. Although Duncan did not explore the topic further, La Baronesa de Toledo was a person the Scot did not want to fail.

 

The ladies were bound not to be left unattended that night. The image evoked by Davina, a flower among many bees made the viscount chuckle. “Such beautiful flowers will not suffer from lack of attention, I am certain”. If the ambassadors stop talking politics, that is.

 

The spirit of the season had everyone in a gay and merry mood, and it was easy to follow along. Then the topic changed to what to do after the court season was over. At Sunderland’s comment that he would travel to the Continent on behalf of the king, Duncan replied easily, without losing his smile. “After the delicious treats tonight, my lord, should you wish to have some military-minded company on that trip, just say the word, and I will travel with you! I find myself longing for Continental fare of late”.

 

Although the obvious intention was to sample other cuisines, the Lowlander was sure that, by now, the Northern Secretary had by now read some sort of dossier on him, and knew that Duncan both was speaking seriously and would be good company if it came to defend himself or his companion. I wonder what His Grace Charles’ information gatherers say about me? I am certain I would be surprised at how much they know, including things I am bound to have forgotten.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Davina, Duncan, the Sunderlands, and Sophia

 

As usual, Sophia's hand tingled when Lord Melville kissed it. She did not fancy him the way she fancied Lord Chatham and Lord Arundel, but he was handsome and charming and she considered him a very good friend. He had been kind enough to translate a Spanish song for her while he was entertaining guests and it was thanks to him that her first party had not turned into a bloodbath. If she had sung that duet with Ronquillo, all hell would have probably broken loose.

 

“If you think the appetizers are delicious, wait until the main meal is served.” She laughed at his comment about kidnapping her cook. “You should not have said that, my lord. Now if she goes missing, I will know where to look for her so that I can take her back.”

 

To Davina with a cheerful smile: “I speak only the truth.”

 

Lord Melville surmised that most of the discussions tonight would be boring to ladies. Sophia tended to agree, and tried to come up with something witty. Davina beat her to it and her remark was perfect. Sophia envied her ability of always knowing what to say.

 

“We flowers do love attention, do we not?” she asked the other ladies when the enchanting Scot claimed they would not be without it. “And I doubt that you could be boring even if you tried, Lord Melville.”

 

As the subject turned to recess plans, Sophia glanced about the room again. Lord Cumberland, Lord Beverley, and their wives must have entered when she wasn't looking. They had joined the group clustered around Esteban. Of course, the host would be greeted first, and this was a Spanish banquet after all. The focus tonight was on her husband and not on her.

 

For some reason, she was strangely comforted by Cumberland's presence, maybe because he had been against her marriage to a Spaniard when she had entreated him to convince Lord Kingston to allow her to marry Esteban. His attendance seemed like approval to the petite blonde, although she knew it was more likely that he had come to discuss politics and war with other like-minded gentlemen.

 

And there was Lord Chatham! Her heart skipped a beat and a bright little thrill shimmered down her spine. Had he seen her yet? Reluctantly, her attention turned back to Lord Sunderland, who revealed that he would be traveling to the Continent on the King's business. She knew better than to ask him what that business entailed, for it was possible he was not allowed to speak of it and she didn't want to put one of her guests on the spot, despite her curiosity.

 

As if thinking, she placed two fingers against her cheek in case Charles was looking. It was one of the signals that they had worked out this morning. “I am not certain what my lord husband's plans are, but it is possible we may travel to the Continent as well. Last recess, he took me to Spain to meet his family.” And to be reunited with her beloved Juan.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Charles and Catherine

 

"How would you know if I was paying attention or not to the hostess unless you were staring at me the whole time, as usual?" he declared softly, quite sure that he had trapped her with this move. Charles smiled in anticipation. "You are only quite fine to be on your own because you stare at me the entire time no doubt," he added in a triumphant tone.

 

On the subject of Duncan, Charles allowed a respite from their ongoing game. "I know him well. He has a commission in my regiment as a Major. He is helping to train the men for battlefield movement. He is experienced in warfare. I shall introduce him when he is free." He hoped to speak with Cumberland and Beverley as well. Soldiers were more comfortable with soldiers while diplomats were more comfortable with diplomats. "Let us wait until the guests finish greeting the hosts." It took all of his willpower to not look at Davina with more than a passing glance.

 

OOC~ Others may continue to post and not wait for Charles.

[Aria]

Charles and Catherine

 

“You told me you were speaking to her, remember?” Catherine sighed melodramatically. “Whenever I'm with you, you seem to forget about everything else, even what you said a few minutes ago. I consume your every thought.” There. That was a good rejoinder. Maybe she would win this time after all. “And how would you know if I'm staring at you unless you're also staring at me?”

 

So Lord Melville was another soldier, one in Charles' own regiment. Catherine wasn't very knowledgeable about military matters, but she could always flirt with the Major while Charles talked to him. Perhaps she would make her lover jealous. Maybe their lovemaking would be even more vigorous than usual if she did.

 

“We should pay our respects to the host too, once he's not so busy.” She could flirt with Lord Toledo too, as she was pretty sure that his wife had been flirting with Charles. “Who else do you know here?” she asked. There weren't all that many ladies in attendance yet, but that was fine with Catherine. She got along better with gentlemen anyway.