Francis Kirke Posted December 6, 2022 Share Posted December 6, 2022 Francis was not looking forward to this meeting. Not one bit. When the summons had come, he had groaned without inhibition. Lord Arlington always had this manner in Francis' mind where he treated him the age he looked not as a man who was nearly thirty. He only imagined that would be worse now in the face of all the slander, gossip, and broadsheets. He used to nitpick before. Now he had actual ammunition. Before leaving, he had listened to advice from Buckingham, and tried to remember this was a temporary thing that would pass. The blood of someone else would be in the water, and he would become yesterday's news. But for now he knew he'd probably be listening to a recounting of what was said with a tone of amazing condescension. Wetting his lips and taking a breath, preparing to be at his best, Francis knocked at the door. Then he straightened the cuffs of his pale lavender and silver brocade justacorps and waited. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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