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Walled Garden

 

The walls are covered with climbing roses and ivy, while also containing many other rare plants, including a weeping willow. The enclosed walls give the impression of being separated from court, almost in another world. Not surprisingly, the Queen used to favour this garden by day, often drawing comfort from its surroundings and the familiar scent of orange blossoms from the citrus trees scattered throughout.

 

By night, though, it is a different story. Due to its secretive nature, it is said to be frequented by less savoury characters.

 

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  • Grotto
    • Inside the complete walled over garden, one could find a place of even greater closure. It was a grotto, completely unnatural, created by mans hands. The walls were covered with seashells in a certain pattern, and the rest of it was filled with mosaic, blue most of all, that shone brilliantly and beckoned all passers by to come closer.

     

(OOC - since it's taken me awhile to get this thread up, I'm going to let Victorine timestamp it so that it will fit in her schedule. Just indicate the day and time in your reply post, and I'll edit it in.)

 

Safe in the knowledge that Charlie was being occupied by his uncles in the nearby Volary Gardens, she made her way into the relative sanctuary of the Walled Gardens. Away from the noises of the birds.

 

It was empty when she entered. The large willow was always an enchanted sight. She was unused to being in such small spaces with her son, who now seemed really quite wild. Feral even. Far better suited to the countryside. 

 

Though most were none-the-wiser things were quieter than they usually would be. She had been looking forward to the wild parties that secreted the night. If one was to be at court, that was one of the perks. 

 

Even if it was quite odd that her father could also show up at any one of such parties. Such was life. Neither were the sort to feel scandalized. 

 

Thinking of that, when she passed near to the grotto, she called out, "If anyone is having a rendezvous in there, be aware you are no longer alone!" Her voice then turned to an amused giggle. Clearly, she did not truly think anyone was in there right that moment.

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But Victorine did indeed have a rendezvous.

Her partner spread itself over her face, delicately tickling upon her bottom lip. There, her rendezvous was held in place with a half-asleep, half-awake hand.

It had been a hard read. But titillating when the meanings dawned upon her. While her own English was conversational; she was not yet a natural in the reading of the short novel. And when her concentration had finally been unduly taxed, Victorine had felt her body and mind rest. La baronne did not realise that she had slipped over into sleep. Surely it had been only a few mere moments before she heard the gleeful sally towards her direction. Quite unaware that this Grotto was a place of choice for lovers, and others, Victorine had found a small perch to rest. But it was from that small perch which she now was jolted.

Squirming somewhat at the thought she had been found asleep, or found out reading her bawdy book, Victorine stood and moved towards the origin of the small giggle. Curious.

The orange blossom always seemed stronger in the afternoon. It was a particular favourite of the frenchwoman, and perhaps the reason she was drawn there in the first place. 

' 'ello?' Victorine called out into the expanse. She could hear movement but could not quite see the lady who lent her voice to the small joke. 'At least,' Victorine said into the expanse, 'neither of us are alone?' At least she hoped that it was a lady. 

OOC - 13th April, afternoon? Would that suit?

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Charlotte giggled, "Ohhh! Shame! I almost hoped to interrupt an illicit rendezvous in flagrante delicto." 

 

She made her way inside the space known for such activities (though mostly at night when the covers of dark covered some of the nakedness). 

 

"Yes, and now neither of us is alone," she said brightly, as another young lady came in to view. Younger than she was, she thought, but she was not the sort to dwell in those things. "I am sorry I have interrupted your repose with my silly callings."

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Victorine could not help the flush that edged onto her cheeks. While she was embarrassed to have such a thing so starkly said, she thought perhaps this lady truly meant it as a joke. And she was not offended, rather delighted. 'Hélas,' Victorine lamented,  in mock despair, 'I am sorry to 'ave disappointed you.' 

The Frenchwoman tucked her bawdy book behind her skirts and continued to smile as an rather nice apology was given by this energetic lady. Victorine did not wish for the lady to know just yet what she was reading. The pages of her book were shameful: they were dog-eared as if read over and over again. Victorine did not willingly cause trauma to the papers but her frustration was occasionally meted out unfairly. 

'Non,' Victorine replied unconcerned with the disruption. She gave a small start, then paused: 'is there a chance such a thing would take place 'ere?' Victorine found herself chuckling at her own naivety; she had been attracted by the scent and sense a solitary security. Her hired maid would not be far away; but neither close on hand enough to prevent La Baronne from stumbling onto misdeeds or sex, impersonating coitus interruptus in the flesh.

'I am Victorine Folle, Baronness Ballater,'  Victorine gave her introductions after a few moments, 'I would say I am newly arrived to London, but I am sure that is quite evident.' The comment was not self-deprecating, merely factual but Victorine intended that it also be a little joke. 

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"I am not truly disappointed," she added. "Sometimes you see something you truly wish you had not!" She giggled and then explained, "This is a place frequently used for liaisons after dark and sometimes in the light of day." It was secluded enough for it.

 

"Generally, the sort of liaisons that make for very marketable gossip in court circles," she whispered with drama. 

 

Charlotte appreciate the humor of the recent arrival. "And I am Charlotte, Countess of Yarmouth. I have not been at court in a few years, while my son was small, but now he is old enough to pester his grandpapa at court." She grinned, sharing her father's playful nature. 

 

"So, how have you found London thus far?"

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Victorine blinked. Her mouth was slightly curled in wry, dark amusement at the scenario. 

Her straight nose wrinkled thoughtfully, but her pale blue eyes remained impish: 'la! Now I am quite intrigued.' Would be kinder to root out such things before or after the fact Victorine wondered. 'And I take your meaning, my lady. Not all flushed out pheasants are those we would want to feast our eyes upon.' 

Chuckling slightly, Victorine gave no outward recognition as to the lady's significance, or who exactly 'grandpapa' could be. Lady Cavendish had spent a great deal of her time on Victorine's education, but la baronne was not a diligent enough pupil to make the connection with every name. 'Then I 'ope your son is diligent in 'is pestering,' Victorine mused, thinking of her own in Calais 'I believe all grandpapa's like the attention.' 

'It 'as been only two days, my lady,' Victorine responded, 'but I believe I am already in love. I expect to be 'appy 'ere.' She looked back reflectively at the grotto. 'Although there are many things I am yet to learn. It is rather exciting.'

'I am a quick study,' Victorine took her book from its hiding place from amongst her skirts, the title reading Venvs and Adonis, 'but the scale of my task grows and grows each day. I thought I would begin with your Shakespeare.' Victorine did not read English as easily as she spoke it, but she would have to practice.

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She laughed without needing to fake it, as the lady spoke of flushing out pheasants. "Too right you are! There are too many overindulgent men at court; many times the higher the title or greater the wealth, the more rotund!"

 

Charlotte was only well-known among those who had been at court longer than five years, for out of sight was often out of mind, even for daughters of the King! Some might not have yet even realized that she was back, because things were a bit less casual than usual these days. Dangers. Intrigues. 

 

"I assure you, he does very well at the occupation of pestering all his male relations as boys oft do," Charlotte said proudly, without one bit of annoyance that her boy was precocious. "He is doing so now, in fact, with his uncles...my horde of relations." She waved vaguely in the direction of the other section of garden which was far enough away that one could not even hear the boys at their activities.

 

"Two days! My! But you are newly arrived!" Charlotte giggled, "In love, already? With a man or with court? With court I should hope, for trust my words no man can deserve a thing after two days."

 

She nodded approvingly at the choice of title. "My lady mother is a Killigrew, did you know? The family own the theater and stage productions for His Majesty, or did until it burnt."

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''e must be a fine boy,' Victorine mused warmly, 'and with so many targets he will 'ave lots of practice. 'ow old he is now, Countess?' Victorine was pleased Charlotte enjoyed her joke as to pheasants. Humour, Victorine had found, was not a common language. A joke to one was mere drivel to another. But now she dared to allow herself grow a little in confidence. After all, she believed herself to be somewhat quick witted. In her native tongue, certainly.

'A man?' Victorine gasped with laughter, 'if 'e is as charmant as the city, well? Per'aps I must love 'im even if 'e does not deserve it. But until such man arrives, I shall satisfy myself with London.' Victorine did believe that it was very unlikely such a man could exist, if only for the magnitude and pace of such charming. She gestured to a little path leading from the Grotto. 'Would you allow me to join you in your promenade, Countess? I should 'ate to think we are delaying anyone's satisfaction of the Grotto. Nor yours prior to finding me. Do you think anyone would be so bold to...make use of the Grotto in our wake?' A wayward apricot curl fell from her very rustic up do, and then, like clockwork she swept it away. 

Victorine always felt herself best in motion, and smiled at the reference to a Killigrew. She had been told of him at the purchase of her book. ''E is a playwright, non? Then it is no wonder then I find you to be clever, Countess.' But she frowned at the mention of fire. 'Was this is the Great Fires? For shame.'

 

 

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"He is five, so still just a boy, and generally too young for court, but his grandpapa is the King, so he can do as he pleases," the countess revealed. "I felt guilty not saying so, for your being new. I could have teasingly kept that secret, but that would seem cruel, and that I am not."

 

Then she added, "Sometimes it is nice when someone doesn't know, though, so I was tempted not to say." She oft felt people would try to be close to her because she was the King's daughter. Questioning motives was a tiresome activity to someone who enjoyed diversion and fun as much as the King did. 

 

"Of course you may, though I have no firm destination in mind, simply enjoying not having to keep track of a ranging, active boy in such a maze of a place." As to the grotto, she giggled, "It would have to be very quickly if one did for there are too many people about during the day. Come back at night, though...." she giggled more. She knew Ranelagh liked it there, and Richie could be found in some embarrassing situations with his proclivities for both sexes. In fact, he seemed to particularly like such places. 

 

"Playwright, theater owner, manager of some of the King's amusements. It is a large family. And no, it wasn't in the Great Fire. It burned lonesomely on its own some time later. Barely more than a year ago, if I recall correctly."

 

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Shock froze her tongue but for just a moment before sly amusement took over. There would always be small glimpses as to her ignorance, la baronne supposed; but then there were larger, less enviable ones such as this one. What had she said about the King? Oh yes, that he enjoyed being pestered.

'I am grateful you told me. I 'ave been musing upon my own grandpapa; giving jowls and wrinkles to le roi.' Victorine was certain that neither would be best pleased by such a description but at least her case, she knew it to be true. The baroness was hopeful that the countess would find her confession amusing; rather than appalling. And she understood Charlotte's reticence for  Victorine had - despite neither really having high status, wealth or breeding - personal experience of being courted for what she could offer someone. And that someone became her Husband, to her chagrin. She had been a rather full feast at eighteen, with the imminent inheritance of Ballater. And he had certainly been a glutton. But hélas in the glimpses of her bettered life, Victorine found it hard to blame him. 'You are very kind to 'ave overcome that temptation for one such as me.'

'Quickly and eagerly,' Victorine echoed as to those who might chance the grotto in their wake. A relaxing stroll and conversation would be as kind a gift to the frenchwoman who had made a misstep as well as the mama of an energetic boy. As for the inference of the night, Victorine could only smile - the intimacy of the night, met with the potential of discovery would add to the mystique. But as she was not yet a merry widow, Victorine made a mental to note to be wary of a midnight stroll about these parts.

Lonesomely? Victorine wondered if there was more of a story. But theatres were, just like distilleries, places of chance - a stray prop perhaps or a misfiring of a flame. Well, she could imagine it being so only as she had never been to one of those places. As Charlotte opened up Victorine's understanding as to the place of a Killigrew, the list of the occupations seemed to be a portent of their wit, and love of diversions. 'Did they rebuild?' Victorine had never seen a play by professionals before. On the chance they had, she would certainly look to go.

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