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A Social and/or Moral Quandary - George and Caroline | 15th Sept pm

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George had been pleased to learn he was accommodated in the Main Tower, such that he failed to question the Steward's mention of 'Lord & Lady' being housed there.  He was cheerfully chuffed in fact.  His second floor was the roof of Dukes and Princes upon first, and on the other side of walls from important persons holding important positions. 

'What could I have done to be rewarded like this?' The usually serious faced Earl wondered as he mounted the steps two at a time. 'Ah, but it is Beverly, of course. ' Was his conclusion, upon account of a very generous donation he'd given Cumberland’s man, for wasn’t Cumberland in turn warden of Windsor.  This conclusion was satisfying, and he was pleased to think 'So all good things come around in the end.

But upon entering the room, his brow furrowed.   

It was not just his trunks sitting in the middle of the floor.  But another set also, a set that was also familiar, for he'd seen them arrive with his Fiancée-come-houseguest in the recess. 

It was at that moment that the Stewards words came echoing back to him, The Suite of Lord AND Lady Chichester. 

"Good Grief, they have made a mistake, We aren’t married yet."  He vocalised out aloud, a decidedly clammy sensation sweeping over him, as he turned to reopen the door... 

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Apartment of Lord & Lady Chichester

The apartment is small, but comfortable, with two rooms. There is a living room, with a small seating arrangement near the hearth and a table. A pair of windows is set into the south wall, overlooking the Long Walk and Castle Hill. A small carved walnut table and chair set rests between the windows while a small door, hidden behind a wine-colored curtain with thick tassels, beside the fireplace opens into a little closet. Candelabras rest on the table and mantel, casting long shadows over the polished wood of the floor.

In the next room a large walnut bed resting against the east wall. The bed is hung with wine-colored velvet, the fabric trimmed with gold tassels. Across from the bed is a stone hearth whose crackling fire keeps the chill at bay. Small silver bells have been affixed to the edges of the mantel with silver satin bows and to the tie backs of the drapes and bed curtains. A pair of windows is set into the south wall, overlooking the Long Walk and Castle Hill. A small carved walnut table and chair set rests between the windows while a small door, hidden behind a wine-colored curtain with thick tassels, beside the fireplace opens into a little closet. Candelabras rest on the table and mantel, casting long shadows over the polished wood of the floor.

The door opens into a narrow corridor that opens into the apartment’s drawing room. The room is furnished simply but elegantly in shades of pale green. A bank of windows along the south wall offers a view of the Long Walk and Castle Hill, letting in prodigious amounts of sunlight on a clear day. A carved rosewood writing table is placed against the windows while a handful of straight-backed chairs, cushioned in matching shades of green, are dotted throughout the room. Along the west wall is a deep-set stone fireplace that crackles merrily at all times to ward off the cold: it is draped with a swath of royal blue velvet, a wreath of seasonal flowers gracing the center of the swathe. An iron chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the light glinting off of the polished wood floors. Silver bows and bells adorn the tiebacks of the drapes..




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The Tower, so they were to be accommodated in that magnificent structure. Caroline was delighted. She knew one thing for certain, she would have not been accorded such an abode if she had still only been a baroness, technically a widow of a baron at that. This had to be because of George or rather important friends of his. For a long time she had been very happy to be a widow, it had given her much freedom of action. And she had taken advantage of it living a libertine life style. But now she was quite excited to know she was going to be a wife again, a wife of a very rich and important man. The first marriage had been a disaster but she was bound and determined this second one was going to work if she had anything to do with it. She would do her part and he had agreed to her terms without argument. She would be faithful to him as long as he was the same to her.

The tower servant ushered her to the specific room with the appropriate decorum. She nodded acknowledgement of his service and paused while he opened the apartment door for her then swept in confidently, like she owned the place. Much to her surprise, it wasn't just her luggage awaiting her within the room, it was George himself and that mound of luggage had to be his. Wait....what was going on? She waited those brief seconds til the tower lackey closed the door before speaking.

"George! My darling! Did I miss our wedding ceremony? Why are we in the same apartment?" even as she asked her questions she gave him her best rather bemused smile.

Personally it did not even bother her but then she was the libertine, not him. There would certainly those who would find this situation quite scandalous.


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And there the lady was!

Caroline’s exclamation surprised the mostly serious Earl.  "The banns only have been being read..." he replied earnestly, before seeing her question was in witty jest, he gave a limp smile. 

Her ability to make light of a situation was no doubt a trait he’d come to value. 

"Goodness I hardly know what we are to do.  I have it upon good authority that it is Lord Beverly who is overseeing such things this season, perhaps he is playing a prank upon us, though I'd not have thought such his character." he worried at the problem with a hand rub to stubbled chin.  

His intent had previously been to clean up ready to attend the Welcome function, George was dishevelled still from travel.  (Possibly also was the lady?)

"Perhaps I stay at a tavern in the township... until, properly after."  


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She was about to say 'I was joking' but George realized by then and stopped mid sentence. Needless to say he looked very surprised to see her there. While she too had not expected this 'delicate' situation they now found themselves in, she was in all honesty more amused than bothered.

"Lord Beverly huh? I do not recall anything in the past about any reputation for pranks by the fellow but I do not know him well," was her assessment as she walked into the center of the apartment to give it a closer look. Very nice indeed.

"Well......none of this is OUR doing. So mayhaps we should bring up this matter with those in charge. Beverly or if he is not about, someone in his stead? Why can they not provide another room for myself.....or you? I certainly do not think you should be scrambling to seek accommodations in a lowly tavern. That is an insult to your dignity," Caroline huffed.

"Or..............." she spun about with a sly smile, "if you do not wish to make a fuss, I could be the one to seek out justice. I am not shy about such things. It might be rather fun even to get to play the aggrieved party?"



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"No, he does not play pranks." George nodded his head as further discussion of his young friends nature was confirmed, even by one who hardly knew him.  "More likly it's a mistake over dates, oh, or if there is another room reserved for one of us individually for prior, that they forgot to tell us about."  

Because, they would have a joint room shortly, which was a situation George knew they would face, just not so soon!

His fiancée then begun to inspect the room, and as with his own first impression seemed pleased. "It is a nice room, and that there is more than one room is a surprise. Usually these 'courtier accommodations' are quite cramped." It was true, just as Caroline said, he did not want to rough it after being allocated this!  He hardly want to pass over this fine 'recognition' from the powers above. 

He moved to one of the doorways and peered through.  It was the bedroom, and George blushed, looking for something acceptable to say to his soon to be bride.  Nervous eyes flitted from bed to windows. "We even have a view." 

"Perhaps at the reception, one or both of us can approach him. Though I'd hate to seem as to complain, it is truly a very fine room. I'd hate to seem ungracious."  he worried on how best to act.  

"But for now, perhaps we take turns refreshing and changing for the event? My lady need go first of course."  He gestured that she might have first access to the bedroom-come-changing room. She needed clothes of course, his eyes next fell upon her luggage.  "What will you need?" 


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Well, the two of them definitely agreed that this embarrassing situation was caused by some mistake rather than a prank by Beverly. Although the details mattered little, for the good of their reputations they should have at least one of them get moved - hopefully to another room - as soon as possible. Caroline was more concerned for her husband to be's situation than herself. She was a known libertine and truth was there had been times where she gloried in shocking people. But now she swore to be a good wife and put her husband's considerations to the forefront.

George glanced at the bed but then looked out the spacious window and remarked on the nice view. Caroline glanced that way and nodded, "Yes it is."

So far he had not made any reponse to her idea that she be the one to raise a commotion about this little mistake. She was genuinely willing to do so, no shy little flower her. She had to assume he did not feel comfortable with that gambit. Very well then, she would not push it. But he was thinking of what they should do as he spoke about it to her. His idea was to wait til they saw Beverly at the reception then bring it up. But he hedged on even that, due to worry they might sound 'ungrateful.'

"And just how grateful should we have to be for being put into such a situation like this. An unmarried couple allotted one single room. I can certainly bring it up to him if you'd rather not be the one," once more she ventured to take the lead. First though George made a good point, they needed to get dressed and ready to attend this reception. Gentleman that he was, George suggested she go first asking only what she needed.  He was referring to the luggage of course.

"Oh very well then, would you be so kind as to take that one............and that one too," she pointed out particular luggage.

"Oh and since I do not have my maid in attendance, I will probably need your nimble fingers to help lace me up. Will you be up for it, my dear?" she smiled at him.


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"You are right of course, the situation is fuss worthy." 

"Were my sister still alive, you might room these few days with her. I wonder if Lady Habersham might..." he turned to look at Caroline, wondering if she thought that was a fine idea.    He was not certain of the two womens relationship, but they seemed to get along just fine.  And Carolines own mother was lost, so perhaps the older woman might fill an absence even?  

"I would far rather reach a remedy ourselves, while Lord Beverly still needs to be apraised of the situation." He did not want Caroline to think him unable to make stand up for himself, and certainly did not take up her earlier suggestion that she be the one to speak.  

"Oh ah." caught be surprise, he then gave an (awkward) laugh. "Why certainly I am able to assist."  he was still not used to being called her 'dear', while he thought he might come to like it, for the moment it seemed unearned.  Like she was trying out her prospective role as a wife, and future mother too. 

"You shall not find me clumsy when it comes to managing fastenings."  He tested out his future role as a husband by speaking familiarly, boldly, maybe even alluringly  - all as he set her trunk on the floor, and settled the other bag onto the bed. 


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"Oh Lady Habersham? I hate to bother her, George. I think my efforts have actually begun to have an effect on her, she might even tolerate me. I do not wish to spoil such progress,"  Caroline smiled.

He was plainly unwilling to make a fuss over this mistake and she would not press him on it. A wife was supposed to be dutiful to her husband's wishes so she might as well start practicing as much. They'd be married soon enough.

"Very well then, if you think it best," she simply nodded.

He then kindly agreed to move her necessary luggage so she could unpack and dress for the reception. She had purchased a new gown recently, using funds he had provided. This would be her first time wearing it on this occasion then. Hopefully he would approve of her choice. He also was amenable to aiding her with the fastenings since she did not have the services of her personal maid servant.

"You need not leave, it will only take me a bit, and then I will have need of your kindly assistance," even as she said so she began the process of undressing her current outfit. Caroline had never been shy, she wasn't about to start now.


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"I think you may be right, for I have not heard her speak poorly of you. And she is not of the nature to keep secret her opinions." George replied in a pleased way. He did want the women in his life to get along.  "No doubt it is your sincerity and forthright that won her over, I have been impressed by those character traits within you myself."

George felt pleased with himself to have slid that compliment in there, it seemed apt for husband and wife to say such things (after all she kept calling him Dear and the like.)  

"Ah, but failing that, what say your friend Mademoiselle Vauquelin?"  George was yet to meet Caroline’s best friend himself, but knew of her from his fiancée’s contributions to the wedding guest list.  

Caroline selected a gown, it had a tell tale crispness that spoke of it's newness.  "Oh my look at that fabric, a fine choice, I adore the embroidery too.  Is it eastern...." as a lover of fashion himself George was moved to approach and touch the fine fabric, and on account of her smallness he performed the honours of lifting the heavy material aloft and shaking it out that it plumped properly out.  First skirts and petticoats. Then an assortment of pieces that somehow hooked, tied and button fastened together.  "I do not see the instructions..." he murmured under his breath.  He would hope that she understood how it all worked. 

Caroline's industry commenced, and quickly the Earl averted his eyes with a bodily quarter turn to affect some privacy for her undress. As he moved his eyes caught another movement, and he realised it was the mirror - in which he now sighted her fully.  But in that 'covert' did not look away. 

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