Opening Reception

[Anne-Elisabeth Devereux]

James, Anne-Elisabeth, and the Merry Gang

 

The Merry Gang did not seem honored that the King’s gaze had fallen on them first. Then again, they were his friends and saw him all the time. Sedley agreed with Anne-Elisabeth’s assessment of the royal couple’s happiness, but nobody else had anything to say about it. Instead, they began planning ways to entertain him and she definitely wanted to be included in their mischief. How better to become a member of the monarch’s entourage, those whose company he enjoyed the most? That was one of her main objectives this season, along with making investments and gaining acceptance in scientific circles. All three were ambitious goals, but Lady Cambray was nothing if not ambitious.

 

Another goal was speaking with Dorset alone at this reception, which was proving as challenging as the others. Anne-Elisabeth hoped to spend the evening with him. She had missed their verbal sparring … and their lovemaking … while they had been apart.

 

It did not surprise her that Master O’Neill jumped into the discussion with both feet, his aim the same as her own. She understood the pointed look he gave her, as they had talked about this very subject during their initial conversation.

 

“One day I hope I know the King well enough to vex him, but I am afraid that doing so now would harm his good opinion of me.” She grinned wickedly. “However, if you do end up in the Tower, I will do my best to break you out.”

 

Anne-Elisabeth’s gaze moved from one face to another. “Entertainment is another matter entirely and mischief is my middle name. I volunteer as well to entertain His Majesty. Even a bloody woman can be amusing.”

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia approached by John Burgoyne

 

Oh no, not him again. Sophia watched John Burgoyne head in her direction. Considering how she had publicly spurned him, she was surprised he didn’t run in the opposite direction. Their last conversation at one of the endless church services last season had been awkward, but at least it had been civil and she had wished him well. Perhaps he had forgiven her, as she had forgiven him for nearly causing her demise on that ill-fated ride last year.

 

His greeting was polite but his suggestion annoyed her. Why did everyone insist that she sit down? Sophia almost snapped at him, but swallowed the harsh words before they left her lips. “Sitting is overrated,” she replied with a genuine smile. “The baby is very active now and walking often calms him down.

 

“Thank you for your concern, though, Sir John. If you’d like, you can assist me by escorting me around the reception.” Sophia did fear tripping and falling, and a strong arm would help her keep her balance. “It is good to see you again. I hope you had a pleasant recess.”

 

[Charles Audley]

Charles and Henrietta

"In my experience, Selene, most wisdom consists of seeing and dealing with the world as it is, rather than how you think or wish it to be. And on that score, you are well ahead of most."

That was not empty flattery. Charles thought that he had seen a great deal of the world and life in his twenty-seven years, and he had learned that very few people were willing (or indeed able) to genuinely look at the world around them or question their assumptions. They seemed to simply refuse to think. Being King came with all the trappings of power and privilege, and so it must be an unalloyed good. Henrietta's willingness to consider that there were factors beyond the obvious was very much a mark in her favour.

(On the whole Charles thought he would still opt to be King if he was ever given the choice, but only if he could be an absolute king like le Roi, for his military career had taught him that he rather enjoyed the combination of power and ultimate responsibility.)

He laughed again, enjoying her attempts at humour.

"Well, given the choice between creatures famed for their rapacity and unthinking gluttony, who would turn on me without a second thought should I stumble, and pigs..." He waggled his eyebrows. "Well, I imagine the farm would seem very tempting."

I've been to Versailles, and so I can say that the farm might even smell better than the average royal court...

[Cordelia Lucas]

Cordelia and Henry Alone Again

She watched as Lord Mountjoy took Eleanor out for their stroll to the Orangery and once they were out of earshot turned to her companion.

"Will you indulge me Lord Grey  .... Perhaps we might occupy that bench there as it is rather a quiet place. I have something to say."

She had lost a bit of her initial sparkle and seemed not her usual self.

[Davina Wellsley]

Davina and Bristol

"What you say makes sense. At first I was surprised about this position with Prince Rupert and wondered how I would do. But then I thought that it was indeed a better place than if I had been inside."

"If I am indeed being watched then seeing us together will not cause doubts. Especially as we are now - away from others who might overhear."

She was quiet for a few moments thinking.

"It will not be an easy thing to sing anger at a loss of Position when in my heart I know it is wrong. Yet it must be done to create the scenario that is wanted. I am long enough at Court so know full well how words whispered or written are quick to spread and how eager Everyone is to hear it. Yet I shall have to chose my audience carefully. It might be easier to start with those that are tasked to help me. Might you advise me My Lord on it?" 

"It is also possible that some of the groundskeepers that are to help are actually employed by Them."

She gave him a half smile adding

"I am afraid I make a poor spy - I have no ready skills in which to draw upon."

[Blackguard]

Merry Gang + Two

After James threw his hat in with the others, Rochester gave him an appreciative smile.  "You are not so bad for an Irishman."

"Why cannot we both vex him and please him for mischief?" Sedley asked in a guarded way.

"Because that is cowardly," Rochester snapped back.

"Maybe it is better to vex you, Johnny, by being cowardly," Dorset quipped, to which Rochester sniffed.

When Anne spoke, Rochester was the first to respond, as expected.  "To lose the King's good opinion, you must first have it."

"Well, I would wager that the King was looking more at her than us when his gaze fell on us," Dorset defended.

"Look why don't you two just slip away and go fuck as you both obviously want?  You see the tension in her." He nodded towards Anne.  "She left to make sure she had a empty room you could sneak into, so why don't the two of you just go while everyone here is pretending to be entertained by the Queen's smile?  As quick as you come Dorset, you'll be back in a minute or two anyway."

Sedley started laughing.

[Blackguard]

Sophia and Burgoyne

Everyone wanted her to sit down because it was common chivalry and medicine to not overtax a pregnant lady.  They were the weaker vessel after all.

"Oh, it calms the baby?"  It was clear by his look that he had never been a father.  He could not refuse her request, though it had been unexpected.  "Very well," he replied.  "Is there somewhere or some person you wish to see?"  He offered his arm.

[Blackguard]

Davina and Bristol

"We have our own people amongst the groundskeepers," the Earl answered with a whisper.  "It is not that hard.  Surely they have someone.  We will find him."

"As for me, they will see me as a dottering old fool that is charmed and entranced by the beautiful and charming young lady before me.  Hopefully they will forget that I am the father-in-law of the Northern Secretary."

She complained of her inability to play her part.  "It is not hard to be angry about your situation.  It is unjust is it not?  You are innocent are you not?  You are wrongly accused are you not?  They treat you different because you are a Catholic do they not?  Be angry.  Tis easy." he assured her as he came to a halt.

"Play your role and I shall play mine.  Has anyone told you that you have beautiful eyes?  I think I shall bring you flowers next.  What flowers please you the most?"

[Charles Blount]

Mountjoy and Eleanor leaving and approaching the Royal Party

As he was engaging with Henry he was only able to follow the females with the periphery of his attention but he was able to tell that the awkwardness was back and there was a sharp nonverbal interaction between Eleanor and Henry who agreed that a stroll to the Orangery was acceptable and that perchance they could indulge immediately. Not one to wish to cause any distress He gallantly accepted.

“Why that would be just the thing if you would excuse me Madam… Sir.” He said as he held out his arm to escort Eleanor away.”

As they made their way across the room Charles had a better vantage point of the Royal Party and noticed Ursula who had heretofore been shielded by a tall German looking man. He stopped. “Oh, it appears the Margravina was with their Majesties the entire time but I failed to spot her. Would you mind terribly if we stop by? Not expecting any dissent, he navigated her over and as they approached he said softly. “We must needs pay our respect to their Majesties first… it should not take long. He did let go of her arm.

Approaching the Royal couple he bowed. “I am in search of my Lady Wife but could not do so without first giving you joy for your son and heir, the precious gift you have bestowed upon the nation. I trust he is as hale and healthy as his father and as beautiful as his mother.” He smiled at their good fortune.

“But I am remiss… prey do forgive me for my delight has made me inconsiderate. May I present The Honorable Mistress Eleanor Bayning, daughter of Viscount Bayning, newly arrived at Court this very day and under the protection of Lord Grey who has been kind enough to allow me to steal her away for a few moments.”

Now one would ordinarily announce the receiving party but as they were the King and the Queen one was expected to know who they were.  

“She had a horrendous journey as her coach overturned but pressed on and is here before you.” And then more for the Queen he added. “She is also, I have learned, quite skillful in the art of embroidery but I am sure she will be too demure to admit it.”  

[Eleanor Bayning]

Mountjoy and Eleanor leaving and approaching the Royal Party

Eleanor was deeply embarrassed, yet she didn't see how she could have responded differently without loss of dignity. It was distressing. She wanted female friends at court, respected other, more experienced ladies, and an older female role model would be a wonderful thing indeed. But she could not suffer the assumption that she was an ignorant country bumpkin and her parents no better. She could only hope that the moment would pass, and either Lady Lucas might rethink her words, or Eleanor not have to keep her company in future. 

She had hoped that perhaps Lord Grey might join her for a walk in the Orangery, or at least sanction her taking one herself, at some future time, but was rather surprised when he did so immediately, indicating that Lord Mountjoy should go with her. The young woman tinged a deep pink, confused and embarrassed. Could they leave the reception? Should they, with the Royals arrived? She had her doubts. But clearly Lord Grey thought she could use some time out, which was both somewhat humiliating and something of a relief; he wasn't wrong. She curtseyed to Lord Grey in silent acquiescence, before taking the arm that Lord Mountjoy offered her. She could only hope that she had not reduced herself in the eyes of either man, and pondered whether she had done something, missed some nuance of protocol, to warrant Lady Lucas's judgement. 

"I do most humbly apologise, Lord Mountjoy." Eleanor said quietly, one hand on his exquisitely embroidered sleeve. "I did not mean to interrupt your conversation with Lord Grey." And she felt awful for it. She could only hope that both gentlemen would forgive her for it, and that perhaps in time she and Lady Lucas might find a way to start anew. Her first event at court had been a mix of highs and lows so far, and that little contretemps was a definite low. 

After a short distance her kind companion stopped and looked towards the Royal party, declaring that he had spotted his wife at last. "Of course I would not mind!" She assured him, surprised that he even asked. "I did not actually mean that I wished to visit the Orangery right this moment, only at a convenient time." She admitted more quietly, having wondered whether it was even appropriate to leave the reception whilst the Royals were there. But his next words nearly caused her to panic; they had to pay their respects to the Royals first! 

As Lord Mountjoy let go of her arm Eleanor took a deep breath to steady herself. The Royals! Was she really about to approach them? How was her hair? Were her pins and lace straight? She had no real time to fuss; Lord Mountjoy glided forward with serene confidence, as though he did this every day, and she followed, torn between the wonderful thought of meeting the King and Queen themselves, and the instinctive desire to run away. But she would not disgrace her family. Posture erect, gait steady, she held her fan close to keep her hands from trembling and came to stand beside and slightly behind Lord Mountjoy as he made his graceful bow and offered words of congratulations with all the elegant oratory that was clearly second nature to him. Eleanor found her gaze drawn to the Royal couple, resplendent in their matching wine-red outfits. His Majesty handsome and incredibly tall, if lined about the eyes and mouth in a way that indicated his age. And wisdom. Her Majesty looked beautiful and serene, her youth a contrast to her husband, but hardly an unusual one. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be so cool and collected?

She could only steal a few glances though, as suddenly she heard herself being introduced. To the King and Queen! Fortunately her mother had drilled etiquette into her daughter. Eleanor let her training take over, stepping forward slightly and curtseyed as deeply as she was able, full skirts pooling about her. "Your Majesties; it is an honour to be here in your presence. Please allow me to convey my own and my family's delight on learning of Your Majesty's safe delivery, and our beloved King's new heir." She said, with a quick glance at first the Queen and then the King, wishing she had Mountjoy's way with words. 

And he wasn't finished! Describing first the trials of her journey and then her skill with the needle. Eleanor coloured prettily, unable to stop the blush. "Lord Mountjoy is far too kind." She murmured, gaze downcast, fluttering her fan and brushing her skirts back into place. The action settled the sky-blue brocade mantua and revealed the chains of violets - violets for modesty, of course - carefully embroidered on underskirt and stomacher. 

Who'd have thought she would be meeting the King and Queen today?! Certainly not her. And in the company of a Marquis no less. Here she'd thought she might glimpse them across the room at an event. And she might not have had the opportunity at all, had she not had that little tiff with Lady Lucas. For that alone she would forgive her, and at the same time find little reason to regret her behaviour. 

[Henry Grey]

Cordelia and Henry Alone Again

“Of course, Lady Lucas”.

Henry offered his arm, led Cordelia towards the bench, and held her arm as she sat. There is something wrong… she suddenly seems muted. What has happened? Is she ill? Henry had no real idea about the previous conversation between Eleanore and Cordelia.

 “Pray tell me, Lady Lucas, do you feel poorly?”

[Cordelia Lucas]

Cordelia And Henry

She settled herself looking out across the view getting her thoughts in order.

"I must apologize to you Lord Grey. I am afraid that I have caused Mistress Eleanore to take offense ....."

"You will have noted that she and I had some conversation in which I asked her what she planned to do now that she was here at Windsor. "

"She told me that she 'is to make appropriate acquaintances, particularly eligible Gentlemen. As well as looking for suitable ladies for her eleven year old brother the future Viscount.'  She will then write to her parents detailing all that she has found."

"There is nothing improper in that at all. But I judged her manner of speaking it as if she herself would be seeking out these Gentlemen on her own. And so I said that she cannot do so on her own. And the fact that she is new come to Court and has no knowledge of its workings I cautioned that she must guard against being so free for there are many that might take advantage of her."

"I spoke of how she could not reside with You here or in London - and that you would of course see her settled. I added that I was somewhat surprised that she had arrived here on her own with just a maid. That she had no "Sponsor' - meaning a friend of her Mothers either in London or at Court that might help to ease her way as it is common practice to do so."

She gave a small outward sigh then looked down to her hands that were folded in her lap.

"It was to all of that she took offense. Her replies were somewhat ... heated... in that she thought I was making the assumption that her parents, as well as herself, were Fools. That she lacked education and knowledge of the all the things I cautioned her about."

"It was not my intent to cause her such distress."

"I would have righted any wrong thinking and apologized but she gave me no opportunity but turned back to You and Mountjoy. And you know the rest."

"Is it that I am too old? Too blunt? Are my thoughts so old fashioned? I spoke as if she were a relative of my own. That was wrong of me."

"But I did not expect to be spoken to in that way either."

"It has quite shaken me."

Some moments passed before she quietly added 

"She will not wish to see me when she returns so I will take my leave."

For Cordelia her feelings were indeed hurt. She had meant no harm by anything she had said but unfortunately it had not been well received.

 

 

[James O`Neill]

The Merry Gang plus two!

Lady Cambray was quick to play along; disappointingly, however, no immediate propositions for mischief-making came from the Merry Gang. Nonetheless, Rochester – who was indeed as much of a pompous ass as the rumors suggested, but again, the most talented poetically – actually seemed to be complimenting him, at least as much as the man was capable of.

“You, my lord, have just written my epitaph,” James japed. “‘Here lies O’Neill, above average for the Irish’.”

Sedley was more reasonable on the matter of entertaining His Majesty. “I would like to hear Sir Charles out, my lords. Would it not be possible, perhaps, to vex another and in doing so, please His Majesty?”

“Surely the inherent risk there would be enough to assuage any fears of appearing cowardly.”

Rochester seemed to take a particular delight in tormenting Lady Cambray and Dorset on the matter of their apparent (well, confirmed now) relationship. Harsh, perhaps, but it had occurred to James that Sedley had some respectable works under his belt, too – if he could draw down the size of the entourage, he could shift the tone of the conversation, perhaps get one of them to read The Rising.

“At the very least,” James chipped in, repressing a snort at Rochester’s last remark. A poetic contest was one thing, but he had no particular interest in tearing Anne-Elisabeth down or antagonizing Dorset.  “Such privacy would allow your ears a respite from the barrage of insults.”

[King Charles II]

Royals, Mountjoy, and Eleanor

 

"What precisely are you saying of my beauty, Mountjoy," the King asked, holding a serious look for a few seconds before he tittered. "Luckily, our little Charles-Henry favors his mother's looks and does indeed have his father's lungs. He would draw a larger audience than Lady Toledo's operatic performance and from greater distance, though the sounds is not so very sweet."

 

Turning to the pretty young lady he said, "Welcome to court, Mistress Bayning, and many thanks. We are happy no injury seems to have befallen you, and a very strong young lady you must be indeed!" 

 

He chuckled as Mountjoy mentioned embroidery, thinking that Her Majesty was more likely to favor a keen mind than lady-skills, but allowed that it was excessively kind of him to try to gain notice for the girl, who seemed not one of his many distant relations.

 

Had one of his gentlemen been close enough, he would have asked about this Lord Grey, quietly, but he had allowed them their leave to stray some in their duties. 

[Henry Grey]

Cordelia And Henry

Henry listened to everything Cordelia said without making a sound. His focus on the conversation with Lord Mountjoy had distracted him from what had transpired. If he had noticed, he would have done something about it. He did not know what, but he would have done something. As things stood, his friend was upset, and so was his charge. Is it a woman thing? He asked himself. It did not matter. It needed to be fixed, and quickly, before Lady Lucas stood up to leave.

The Baron softly placed his hand on her forearm, hoping that would keep her from getting up until he finished speaking. “No apology is needed from your part, Lady Lucas. In fact, it is I who must apologize. The young lady is my charge, so I am responsible for her actions…” I will have to make Mistress Eleanore understand this somehow. A long, deep sigh, and a moment of silence before he continued. “I humbly ask your forgiveness regarding my charge’s behaviour. I will see to it that it does not happen again”. The tone was calm, but resolute. “It seems Mistress Bayning needs to realize that Court is not as easy to navigate as her family’s country estates and relations”. The Baynings have been peers only for two or three generations, after all.

Lord Grey was not going to scold the young lady. There was much she had to learn, yes, but she would not be able to unless someone taught her. I know so little, and yet it seems she knows even less… Lady Lucas would have been the best tutor, but now that may not be in the cards.

“You are not old, Lady Lucas, not at all. But you are correct, Mistress Eleanore should not have responded the way she did. I may not have been my father’s expected heir, but I was the spare, and there were things that were birched into me. Speaking disrespectfully to others was something I soon and painfully learned not to do. Perhaps education of young ladies is different in that regard? I had no sisters, so I would not know”.

Henry patted his friend’s hand. If Cordelia decided to leave, Henry would not stop her, but would escort her out. He hoped she would not, though.

Parenting lesson number one. Make sure your children only speak with respect to their elders.

[Cordelia Lucas]

Cordelia and Henry

His touch was comforting but she was quick to say that

"It is not your fault. So no need for apologies."

"You are in new territory yourself now Lord Grey - you have the responsibility of a young relative who is used to how things are in the Countryside and so imagines that here is the same."

"She can hardly be blamed. Her manner is open and fresh and her words perhaps a bit unguarded but all that can be mended."

"She is smart enough I think to learn as well as understand that she must adapt her ways to conform. Who amongst US has not had to do the same?"

"She has been well educated by her parents in all the things that a young woman should be skilled at - or else why would thay have sent her here?"

"Perhaps if the words I had said had come from YOU it would have been received differently  ......"

She also gave a small sigh.

"It is too bad that this has spoiled your meeting with her."

"If only I had held my tongue ..... I might have been of some help to her  ..... "

"As I said I think Mistress Eleanore is full aware of what is Proper and Not so please do not scold her overmuch. She will need time to adjust." 

"But you must watch her carefully. Especially as she will not reside with you. Perhaps you should hire a Housekeeper of some respectful age to stay with her? She must be Trustworthy." 

"You must safeguard her reputation above all else." 

He patted her hand and she took it to mean that he wanted her to remain. But enough had been said and she did not want to further anger the younger woman.

"I would much like to remain and enjoy your company but I think, at least for now, tis best that I depart before they return."

"You have but to ask for me again Lord Grey and I shall be happy to see you."

"And perhaps twill be possible to begin again and we might have a liking for the other."

This said in reference to Eleanore. 

Edited December 12, 2022 by Cordelia Lucas

[Douglas FitzJames]

Douglas and Bridget Parting

There was nothing wrong with aiming very high in Douglas's opinion, which might possibly be the cause of both his successes and his failures. But those that didn't ask, didn't get, and God helped those who helped themselves. So he firmly believed anyway. Certainly that seemed to be how most of the nobility got on. 

He wouldn't have been too surprised if someone was waiting to speak to the elegant lady that was Bridget. Himself, probably less so, but if they parted at least they'd find out. He kissed her hand and smiled before he released it. "Until Saturday, m'Lairdy."* He replied in turn, bowing as they parted.

Douglas approaching the refreshments and Cadell

His glass was empty, and he felt the need of something to wash down with it, so the big Scotsman moved to the slightly less crowded space near the refreshments, passing a gentleman with a can as he did so. "Yer pardon, m'Laird."** He said politely to the other fellow as he moved past him to get a morsel to eat. The fellow seemed to be watching the crowds, and Douglas was inclined to do the same, wondering who else was here. Interestingly he spotted Lauderdale, the most powerful man in Scotland, without Murray he usual aide. In fact he seemed to be without his wife also; all on his own. That was... unusual. 

He wondered idly whether the fellow with the cane was looking for someone specific. 

Subtitles
* "Until Saturday, my Lady."
** "Your pardon, my Lord."

[Cadell Mortimer]

A Meandering Cadell

As Athenry reached for a second glass of wine, a lanky figure whose brogue was thick but not lyrically Irish brushed past him. A Scotsman, clearly. Those were a people rather singular of purpose, be it on matters military or even catching a crippled viscount off-guards on the way to a refreshment. Slightly irritated by this, but beginning to feel altogether dissociated from the event – most of his friends were preoccupied and he had not seen fit to bring Louise to this particular event – he instead flashed the man a minute smile and a nod, dismissing it with a quick, “Ah, think nothing of it, sir. The fault is mine.”

Thus refreshed, Athenry set off again in search of York and his entourage, before the royal procession could potentially derail that search. He did not need an audience immediately, per se – but it would do to at least gain the prince’s attention so that he might resume working his way into the stern Stuart’s good graces.

Failing that, he would at least be seen working his way through the crowd, red-heeled and ribboned. Sometimes, Versailles had taught him, to be noticed was enough, particularly when one had yet very few cards to play.

 

(OOC: Moving Cadell slightly out of Douglas’ way to avoid any timeline shenanigans!)

[Aria]

 Cat. John, and Fiona

 

Lord Silverbridge didn’t believe her. Even to Fiona, it sounded like a tall tale. She opened her mouth to swear it was true when Cat strolled up to them and threatened her with the very thing she feared. Had her sister talked to the King already? Was he planning to auction her off again?

 

The two introduced themselves, and the Baron admitted that he and Fiona didn’t know each other well. She saw the way he looked at Cat and fumed inwardly. Most gentlemen preferred her sister over her. “Lord Silverbridge doesn’t believe that the King tried to marry me off at a ball,” she told Cat. “Tell him it’s true. You were there, after all.”

[Catriona MacGregor]

Cat, John and Fiona

 

The man with Fiona seemed to freeze up for a moment before speaking.  Unfortunately, he wasn't the first man nor would likely be the last stopped by her beauty.  It wasn't vanity that had her brushing it off, simply that it was commonplace.  And Fiona speaking so casually about her position was also commonplace.  It was a known fact at court.  Nessie was acknowledged as the King's natural daughter.  Her Court smile fixed on her face as the information poured through.

 

The fact that Fiona chose this man to hid behind when the Royal pair went by gave her a moment's pause.  If they were barely introduced, why...?  She took in his height.  He was of similar height and size of her deceased husband, Adam.  Perhaps that was it?  Then, Fiona opened her mouth.  You love your sister, you love your sister, you love your sister, she silently reminded herself.

 

"A pleasure, milord.  And my sister is correct.  As her official guardian," she said, flicking a glance at her wayward sibling, "He did indeed.  But I had asked him to allow me to take care of things.  And since I have obviously made a bungle of it, He has every right to find you a match."  And she was one last piece of straw away from turning it back over to Him.  "Thank you so much for protecting her from the King's sight," she said, turning her eyes back up to John's.  "I do hope your sale of tobacco went well.  Business can be fickle."  That reminded her...  "I think I need to find a new tea supplier."  Then she shook her head and the smile turned from regular Court to natural, lighting up her face.  "Forgive me.  As I am of the wrong gender and social status, I'm not supposed to be even aware of trade, much less in it."  Once again, she turned back to Fiona.  "We had been leaving?" 

Edited December 11, 2022 by Catriona MacGregor
I fat fingered some words

[Henry Grey]

Cordelia and Henry, with Cordelia parting

Henry kept silent for a moment. Perhaps Cordelia was right. Perhaps it had not been her place to say what she had said to Eleanore. Perhaps he should have done it. But he had been distracted. His brow furrowed. The power to abstract oneself and focus in only one thing had its pitfalls too, it seemed.

“Believe me, Lady Lucas, even if it soured my meeting with her, which I am not sure it did, it most definitely did not spoil it. Of that I am certain. And no, I will not scold her. But I need to educate her. And I will also make it a point to see that her reputation is properly protected”. Court reputation was more about perception than about reality. That he had learned, at least. The perception must be that Mistress Eleanore was flawless.

Lord Grey sighed. He understood. Cordelia’s manner was not the warmest, and Eleanore had taken exception. He had been on the receiving end of it in the past, so he could relate. On the other hand, Lady Lucas meant well, and was well connected. One did not want to make enemies with such a woman. She had the ear of very powerful ladies.

The Baron stood up. “As you wish Lady Lucas. Perhaps it is for the best to let a few days pass. But I still consider that I owe you that walk, so do not be surprised if I call on you soon. And if you have need of my carriage, do not hesitate to ask. It is at your disposal”.

Henry did not understand much of what had happened between the two women. He did understand one thing though: he was going to have to be a peacemaker. A sigh, but a smiled followed. Everything is going to be all right.

[Cordelia Lucas]

Henry With Cordelia Leaving

"You are kind and I appreciate that."

She turned then to face him directly still a bit serious in her manner.

"You must remember that Mistress Eleanore needs time to adjust her own thinking and manner. She is, on the surface, all confidence but I suspect that hides how unsure she was about her reception here. You are unknown to her and have no wife that she might find comforts in as well as benefit. She has but a maid for company. And I came along and added to it."

"And you have no idea how receptive she will be ...... so many unknowns  ..... yet I have confidence in you Lord Grey. Start with calmness and offer explanations as to the WHY she must listen to what you say."

His words did calm her a bit and as he rose so did she.

"I shall look forward to it! The weather is bound to become nicer and the clean air here will benefit us both."

"I shall say one thing more before I go ..... do not over-think!"

"Mistress Eleanore is not foolish. I expect that you will come thru this right well."

"Now then no need to see me further  ......."

She gave him a smile and a curtsey then turned to walk back towards the arcade and from there to her accommodations.

What the future might hold if anything with Mistress Eleanore she did not know. But she did truly hope that things might be smooth again when next they met.

[John Palliser]

Cat, John and Fiona

"Then I stand corrected." He gave a small nod of his head.

"Perhaps you are too hard on yourself in that regard - I remember when my younger sister was at this stage. Frustrations abound and so we simply let her run it out and now she is settled."

"I hardly did a thing but stand here. A benefit I suppose of my height."

He smiled down at her.

"Surprisingly well. And with the prohibitions of export I have no choice but to sell here or travel to The Islands. I could pirate them I'supose but that is a risk."

She revealed her own interests and that caught his attention.

"Tea? You Trade as well?" One brow rose a bit at hearing that. "The Japans I suppose and China  ...... Profits can be quite good so I hear. Tea is not a crop we grow."

He gave a chuckle at her faulting of herself.

"What is there to forgive? I have seen women more capable than a man and run a business as well. A Man it comfortable knowing that his Lady can manage his Estates and Holdings in his absence so why not in doing what you ply your hand at?"

He was sincere in his words. The Colonies were hard and unyielding and it often fell to women to keep families alive. But perhaps here in England it was different.

He remembered the younger sister Fiona and he gave her a smile as well. He had almost forgot that she was there.

There was no comparison between the sassy younger girl and the Woman he was talking to.

He wanted to lean more.

Edited December 12, 2022 by John Palliser

[Hope]

Royals, Mountjoy, and Eleanor

Karoline always had time for Lord Mountjoy, her smile was pleased as he approached, while her voice was light with good cheer as she chuckled with her husbands reply. 

Offering her hand to one, she received the others curtsy with a nod...

"We might wonder which of these things most prepares a young lady for debut at court?"  She chuckled - the answer was of course plain to seasoned courtiers, but perhaps the young lady knew not.  Innocence and Naivety were traits so many families valued in young ladies. 

 

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Lady Worcester Approaches Nicci & steals her away

"Such cryptic, Mary, Duke Buckingham shall be wondering what plot we have afoot." Nicci greeted Lady Worchester warmly as they drew aside under the guise of 'I have something to discuss'.  Nicci imagined there was nothing really urgent, but a pretty way to extract her friend for a chat.  

"But I have missed you my dearest friend." she squeezed the older lady's hand, meeting her eyes with sincere. 

[Darlene Hamilton]

Darlene and Elizabeth

"Hmm, but some fine English gents hold Irish titles, while not necessarily being Irish.  Isn’t that the case with the St Leger family? He is Lord Deputy of Ireland, but we certainly could not call them brutish."  

While with eyes watching the royals, the ladies gossiped about them.  It was almost treasonous.  Thus carefully held fans.  "She has saved the nation from the Papists.  However much His Majesty philanders, at least he filled the correct cradle once."

Darlene was thinking of CW, and the baby had put in Sedley’s belly.

[Aria]

Charles and Henrietta

 

“I will treasure that compliment, and I suppose it is true. I have always been pragmatic rather than fanciful. The world is what is is. It is not going to change because we want it to. We must learn to live in it rather than try to mold it to our unrealistic expectations.”

 

But that wasn’t the reason Henrietta cherished his words. That comment had shown her that Lord Chatham saw … and accepted … her for who she was. He had perfectly described her basic philosophy of life. Lizzie dreamed of handsome princes and happily ever after while Henrietta remained grounded in reality. However, she did think she might find contentment with this intriguing one-eyed Earl, if her father allowed them to marry.

 

She laughed at his own jest. “Courtiers and pigs are quite alike, aren’t they?” She had never actually seen a pig but she had read about their behavior in a book or two. “The King even has a pen he can confine them in if they become too odious.” Henrietta grinned. “It's called the Tower.”

 

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia and Burgoyne

 

“It calms this baby. I have been told that even unborn children have their own personalities. This one likes activity. I think the movement of walking lulls him … or her … to sleep.” One day Sir John would be a father himself … if he could court a lady without almost killing her. She didn’t believe that gentlemen should be kept in the dark about pregnancy. The majority of her letters to Juan described the changes in her body and mind. She wanted him to know how their child made her feel while she was carrying it. So far, he had not complained or told her he didn’t want to hear about such things.

 

She took his arm. He did not answer her question about his recess. Perhaps uninteresting people led uninteresting lives. Instead, he asked if she wanted to go somewhere or see anyone. “I would like to congratulate the King and Queen if you don’t mind taking me to them.”

[Anne-Elisabeth Devereux]

The Merry Gang plus two and almost minus two

 

Vexing His Majesty’s enemies for his pleasure was an excellent idea. Anne-Elisabeth wished she had thought of it herself. However, she doubted she would have considered it if Master O’Neill hadn’t come up with it. “That is a form of entertainment that His Majesty will not expect.” Anne-Elisabeth grinned wickedly. “If you decide to put that plan into action, I’m in.”

 

Rochester insulted her yet again but before she could tell him that she had already charmed the King with her poetry, Dorset defended her. She doubted that he was right about the monarch looking at her instead of his longtime friends, though she hoped that he had at least noticed her in their company.

 

And Rochester was off again, accusing the two of them of wanting to fuck each other.  Well, their relationship was a secret no more. Anne-Elisabeth had hoped to keep it from Master O’Neill for awhile longer, until he knew her well enough to understand that she had impressed the Merry Gang with her wit and had not slept her way into their midst.

 

“You’re just jealous,” she chided Rochester. “And not every one is a minute man like you. From what I’ve heard, you come before you even pull it out of your breeches.” She had heard no such thing, but he didn’t know that.

 

James urged them to depart as well. Anne-Elisabeth had heard him praise Rochester, so perhaps he was trying to get into his good graces by agreeing with him.

 

“You’re right, Master O’Neill. I tire of being taunted. Come, my lord, let’s take our leave of this scurrilous lot.” Taking Dorset’s arm, she attempted to draw him away.  "They won't know what to do with themselves while we're gone."

 

[Blackguard]

Sophia and John, with Toledo Butting In

They had not gone far before Esteban appeared at the side of his wife.  The man had reason to be jealous and he did not like seeing, or the court seeing, another gentleman leading around his pregnant wife.

"Excuse me sir, I am the Count Toledo, this ladies husband," he introduced as he held out his own arm to Sophia.  John relinquished his contact and gave Esteban a small bow.  "Excellency, I am Sir John Burgoyne.  I had met your wife a year ago and was merely hoping to compliment her on all she has accomplished.  Congratulations to the two of you.  I shall leave you now that your lady wife has a better escort."  With that, Burgoyne took his leave.

"How do you know this person?" the Count asked his wife.  The tone was not suspicious, but he seemed to want to know more.