The Chichester Wedding | Tuesday 20th, 3pm

[Caroline Despanay]

George frankly admitted he was hardly even hungry, had to be nerves he believed. Although he was able to slurp his drink easily enough.

"Be careful of drinking too much on an empty stomach. Trust me, I know about these sort of things," Caroline advised.

He  held the crystal glass up and informed her this was his favourite. It was a good cherry brandy too Caroline nodded in agreement.

“Well, was my favourite until I met you," he then inserted which drew the very smile from her that the man had hoped for.

"Good to know I am more valued than a brandy," she quipped, she was actually not offended in the slightest, "My usual favourite is a good porte but have you ever had Lord Kingston's orange brandy? Most superb. He gave me a bottle once, sadly it did not last long."

George looked down the table for just an instant and then had a question. Did she think her father was alright with Lady Halbersham. She looked, the pair were conversing earnestly enough as she shrugged.

"My father is not the most social of men. He is more comfortable I think holding a breach during a storming or leading a gallant charge. But they seem to getting on decently. Now my mother, God rest her, was the real shining star in any social event. Witty, bold, knowledgeable even when she had to pretend. I take after her you should know."

 

 

Edited August 28, 2023 by Caroline Despanay

[Louis Killington]

The Basildon Pew

Just as the Beverleys were to respond to Anne-Elizabeth, the ceremony started, silencing everyone.  Louis spent his time watching every lord and lady in view to see whether any facial expressions might give away an insight into their behavior, level of piety, of boredom.

Louis had thought the service too long; but then, he thought the same thing  of his own wedding -- though being the center of attention for what seemed an eternity was a welcome thing.  The service over, he stood and offered a hand to Anne to take her feet.  "Come now" he urged the other three, "there is to be a celebration outside and the weather seems to be holding.

 

[Raconteur]

Canterbury

Pleased that proper thought had been given to where HE was sat for the Festivities (weather it was true or not he did not entertain)  took up the offered libation drinking with some pleasure. 

That the Ceremony had been longer he knew and had planned it purely for the benefit of Lord Chichester and did not think that any guest would have taken it up. Everyone was too well polished to actual say anything out loud anyway. All that mattered in the end was that the couple that had stood before him was now legally married.

He gestured to have his cup refilled and settled his glance about the gathered Company   ......

[Hope]

Dorothea was not sure how to reply to the Duke's raised eyebrow-comment in any other way than sensibly. "There would be more fanfare of course, but as for the service itself the liturgical prerequisites apply whatever the rank." 

It was his comment upon the 'high Anglican' style that brightened her eyes with a perceived understanding.  "Your Grace, you are a reformist then? Why I am in correspondence with a number of men who would agree with you. There is quite a rising movement in Europe for simpler style in services, in the least the removal of the great deal of Latin being spoken to which the common man cannot understand."  On this subject the girl spoke confidently, and looked prettier therefore. 

That was before Francis was compelled to take the chair on her other side (which came as a happy surprise).  "Good afternoon once more Lord Kingston." she smiled broadly with the simple (and unnecessary) greeting.  Lord Buckingham, for the moment, took the place of second fiddle. “I hardly recognised you without a set of latrones spaced between us.”  Which was another Dorothea style joke.

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Nicolette grinned when Francis revealed Buckingham’s Ducal attendance rights.  Buckingham was the master of living his days as he so wanted. 

"He might wish to see Caroline given a proper send off?" she mused, for Caroline had been telling everyone that with marriage she'd be back on the straight and narrow. 

The jealousy that she then felt seeing the Duke's choice of lady was a rarer sensation for Nicci, though this was not the time to wonder at why it appeared now.  Francis was quick to explain, but that did not stop Nicci from a pout.  "She is very... blonde." 

Managing to secure the chair on other side of the Duke, Nicci was a little placated, even more so when the Duke declared himself surrounded by prettiness.  "It must be a rank thing, that we ensure you  are properly complimented." 

She leaned forwards to catch a better look at Dorothea, but then as Francis settled the Duke murmured an addendum to Francis explanation.  Her eyebrow rose.  "Oh really?" 

Now that came as a surprise, and she was sure that the Duke was as pleased as she was on that subject.  (They had discussed Francis lack of female focus at length!).  In reply she commented, "one must admire his ambition, though it catches me also by surprise."  For Francis had never seemed the sort of man that worried too much about marrying highly. (Though admittedly he'd never talked about marrying anyone at all) 

[George Hardwick III]

“Very well.” George gave a lopsided grin at this, his new wife’s, first piece of unsolicited advice.  He reached for a bread roll, and tore it with his fingers, intent to each a portion. “So you have fields of speciality knowledge then?” he mused with bright eyes of good spirits.

She flashed a fine smile to his compliment, and he felt a renewed sense that the marriage would go well.

“He supplied only a single bottle?  Aha, I see what he was doing, he hooked you with hopes that you would place a large order for more.  I wonder if he is still prepared with stock, for as your new husband I would like to see the beverage always available in your suite.” Looking around he spotted Kingston, and raised his glass in a genial salute.

For his gaze roved on to Lady Habersham and Carolines Father, while Caroline gave her comments upon that. "Ha ha, I was just about to say that your Father had the greatest of good fortune, but would it then be self serving upon discovery that I am now similarly blessed?”  he smiled again to Caroline, ripped off another hunk of bread and added, “Did you know that I am a sometimes party-monger too? I sponsor a monthly dance at the Chichester hall for the locals. I’ve been known to attend too.” Hed begun the monthly dances back in 75 when he’d become Earl.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia approaching the Chichesters

 

As soon as the service began, the baby began bombarding Sophia’s innards with its little hands and feet. She fidgeted throughout the ceremony, struggling to find a comfortable position on the hard seat of the pew. Still, she was able to pay attention to the most important parts and tears of joy meandered down her cheeks as they said their vows. The sentimental young Countess always cried at weddings.

 

When it was done, she was ready to stretch her legs and, heedless of whether Esteban was following her or not, Sophia left the pew and stepped out in the sunshine where the banquet was to be held. Her stomach growled when the delicious aroma of food tickled her nose. Noticing Lord and Lady Chichester at one of the tables, she waddled toward them, plucking up a few delicacies on her way and popping them in her mouth.

 

When she reached them, she grinned. “I’ve never seen anyone look happier than the two of you right now. I’m so delighted for you! Your life together is going to be wonderful!” Turning to Caroline, she patted her mountain of baby. “And I hope that before long, you look like this.” Producing heirs was an important part of every marriage.

 

“Would you still like me to sing today?”

 

[Anne-Elisabeth Devereux]

The Basildon Pew

 

Finally. The service was over! To Anne-Elisabeth, it seemed like it had gone on forever. Was it still daylight outside? Her arse ached dreadfully. She was positive that pews had hard seats so the congregation would be too uncomfortable to fall asleep during sermons. For some people, it didn’t work, for she often heard snoring most Sundays. She imagined that the newly married couple was even more impatient than she was for the ceremony to end. The best part for them was yet to come when they retired to their bedchamber.

 

The handsome Lord Basildon held out a hand to her, and she took it and rose gracefully to her feet. “Thank you, my lord.” She hoped that he would offer her his arm as well to escort her outside. The Barbadian Countess smiled at all three of her companions. “I’m sure that the reception will be just as lovely as the ceremony.”

[Caroline Despanay]

"Oh yes, my dear, I have some truly special talents which you will discover soon enough," Caroline promised him suggestively.

A moment later the subject was about drink  and Kingston's superb blood orange brandy.

"He supplied only a single bottle?  Aha, I see what he was doing, he hooked you with hopes that you would place a large order for more.  I wonder if he is still prepared with stock, for as your new husband I would like to see the beverage always available in your suite.” Looking around he spotted Kingston, and raised his glass in a genial salute.

"It was a gift not a sale. Kingston is not some grasping merchant looking for a profit, how gauche. As for acquiring more of it, that will be between you and him," she smiled.

George smiled again to Caroline, ripped off another hunk of bread and informed her he was quite the dancer plus organizing regular dances. Interesting.

"I did not know this about you. Bravo. I must attend your next one, that is if I am permitted. I've always enjoyed dancing - preferably when I'm sober," she remarked.

Just then Sophia approached with congratulations on the marriage but also best wishes that Caroline would soon have the same baby bump that Sophia now bore. It was a worthy goal, George must certainly be hoping for a male heir.

"Thank you, my goodness, you must be close to having that baby?" Caroline asked.

But Sophia was there for another reason, she wondered if she was still to sing at this reception.

"Yes, you certainly may, just as we had agreed upon.  When you are ready, perhaps George can introduce you then?"

 

[Charles Blount]

Charles hung back allowing Buckingham’s party to incorporate Dorothea and move a bit away allowing he and Ursula a bit of space before taking her arm and moving to the banquet. “Lord Chichester certainly spared no expense for his wedding. Quite sumptuously done I must admit although the spontaneousness of our own holds a specific charm for me.” He said to Ursula as they moved along. Nodding towards Buckingham’s party he added. “I have not so long ago had occasion to extol the advantages of a match well placed to Lord Kingston. Would I be amiss to opine that you may have had similar thoughts in your motivation to invite Lady Dorothea?”       

[Duke of Buckingham]

Buckingham's Ladies (and a Francis)

 

The Duke gave an indulgent smile to Dorothea, who seemed to have vigorous thoughts about faith, for the young girl came alight in a lively way for a German.

 

"A reformist? In some things perhaps, but my ideas on religion follow a simple maxim...or perhaps two." He gave a pause and then continued, "First, I am in favor of whatever keeps His Majesty firmly ensconced on his throne as the common folk do not like even a hint of anything resembling a Catholic fashion in service. Second, that a man's conscience is the supreme authority in how he chooses to live his life and safekeep his eternal soul; he should be free to have and keep faith that sets his conscience at ease. Bloodshed over this has torn this island apart for centuries, and sent the King and I to live a poor existence on the continent. Even Kingston was robbed of his childhood and...many other things...with the exile brought by religious disagreement."

 

The duke was curious what the girl might say to that!

 

Once seated, he watched out of the corner of his eye as his nephew situated himself on Dorothea's other side when Nicci took the sole seat on the Duke's opposite side. 

 

Buckingham let out a soft snort as he continued his whisper to Nicci.

 

"I do not know if it is so much ambition, I am loathed to say, as that it just...happened. I confess, the cub has a number of Villiers traits. We have a...penchant for falling for princesses."

 

He, of course, did not think the lad overreaching. Of course, Buckingham's own blood was surely worth a princes in the eyes of George Villiers! He was a man who thought himself princely.

 

His nephew might have his brother's peacemaking, gentle temperament in life, rather than Buckingham's more mercurial one, but there were many obvious familial similarities.

 

"Pushing it along shall fall to me as you are correct that he assuredly thinks her distinctly above him."

 

(Edited to include his response to Dorothea which I forgot to add  )

[Francis Kirke]

Francis & Dorothea

 

Francis chuckled brightly. "I admit that I miss being seen over Latrones very greatly, though likely not as much as you miss trouncing me soundly." He was no where near the lady's level of skill at that game, but he had been improving, or at least he hoped he had before he had been forced to his distance.

 

"As I am not yet skilled enough to be a substitute to play against Her Majesty in your absence, I hope we may yet again play when my ill tides have passed, and that the Margrave does not take you home with him after the Christening." He gave her a cheeky, teasing smile. Of course, he wished her to stay for more than such a reason.

 

He then added, "I should not mind were he to stay here for longer than a fortnight, actually, I enjoyed our time on the yacht."

 

Or at least he had after the initial interrogation of his character.

 

Noticing Chichester's salute, he saluted the groom back, wondering what had prompted it. Obviously, it was not for sleeping with his new wife, long before the now-married pair had met!

[Blackguard]

Lady Habersham and Caroline's father took up

the rear of those moving into the reception.  Edith was trying to usher those that mingled in the chapel to join the outdoor celebration.  Then, she would return her attention to the father of the bride to exchange stories as they slowly walked.

A page arrived to hand a box to the father.  Attached was a note from a Peter Boyle.  It was intended as a gift to the couple.

[Robert Saint-Leger]

Beverleys with Louis and Anne-E proceeding them out of the pew

 

 There had not been time for much discussion as the service had started, and then it seemed to drone on forever. Beverley had never experienced an Anglican wedding so very long, and had there not been English spoken, he might have wondered if Lord Chichester had converted back!

 

He drew in a breath as yet another verse was read, giving his wife an impatient look. Beverley was quite pious, but he was also very young and had a limited attention span for such things. 

 

Being bold, for him, he leaned in to his wife's ear, and said in the barest of whispers, "Is this not going on exceedingly long?"

 

It was some time before it was officially over. He stood and filed out after Basildon, allowing the earl his conversation with the countess. Hopefully, they would not overhear flirting, as he doubted Lady Basildon would like that and Mary, as her sister, would feel obligated to say something to the elder sibling, he figured. He knew it would be that way between himself and his own sister.

 

"If the table laid for the wedding is done as extravagantly as the chapel, it promises to have plentiful delicious options," he said to his wife.

[George Hardwick III]

Caroline and George, with Sophia joining them

Caroline was being racy again.  Rather than try move past the topic he tried a new tack, "Yes I had heard you are deft with a needle, both blanket and chain stitch." He teased. 

Regarding more bottles or a cask, Caroline was adamant Francis was not fishing for orders. 

"Yes well that shall be a matter for menfolk to discuss." George was pleased to reply mysteriously. 

He was in fact delighted that Caroline, for all of her previously libertine life, had no idea that even men born into privilege were still keen on turning over a profit. He was near to certain that Kingstons blood orange interests were not utterly altruistic. (Even if court had needed their eyes opened to the beverage) 

He looked across the tables with the vague idea that he could talk about that subject with Francis today, when who might come upon them but the heavily pregnant wife of his good friend Toledo. 

Swiftly getting up from his chair he offered it to Sophia, and with an interested look to Caroline when the question was posed. 

The lady believed that even in her current state she could sing.  "The wonders of the female ability to multi task shall soon enough be revealed to me." He bridge both topics. "But certainly I could introduce you." he added then, "though might you need to recover from the exertions of walking all this way first?'

[Hope]

The Mountjoys

Ursula's lashes fluttered with surprise as she understood Charles suggestion. "No I had not plotted her attendance as a manoeuvre. My dear Lord husband you might mistake my German camaraderie for gentlemen's political manoeuvres. 

"But rather I had mentioned activities today, and that we were invited.  Dorothea, who is a good friend of our own Karoline of course, said she'd never attended an English wedding.  Naturally I asked if she'd like to accompany us also." 

Ursula explained the seeming innocence of it all.

"Though you are right that I had suspected there was an interest between them. But that was before her brother Brandenburg-Ansbach arrived.  I had not recalled him to be quite so antisocial.  Rude actually." it would take something of import to make her forget the slight the prince had delivered to her husband. 

"So I rather doubt that we need consider that subject any more. Word is that she shall return to Germany with her bother."  The subject was however diverting, and for a time she forgot her woes.  Gossip was the grease of courtly life afterall. "What, might I ask, had Lord Kingston to say on the topic?" 

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Princesses?   For whatever reason Nicci 's mind fixed on how what the Duke's reply revealed of himself.  So he fell for a princess also?  

In a pause she lifted her glass to a servant for a refill, while she tried to think of what Princess he could possibly be talking about.  He must be talking of the crop in his youth, possibly even in the era that Chevreuse had been talking her about. 

"All I can say to that is they are most fortunate princesses."  One thing was certain in her mind, there was some colourful tale hinted at that begged to be coaxed into day light.  "I would wonder if Villiers men might not be at all coy about their interest?"

 

[Hope]

Dorothea’s reply to the Duke:

She nodded to Buckingham’s first religious maxim, which was in part the reason that CR had chosen Karoline, then tipped her head with interest at the second thought he placed down.

“But is not a mans conscience in need of tuition, and so the supreme guide can only be out Lord Maker himself?” she posed. While you don’t usually disagree with a Duke, when it came to philosophy, a sport of questioning, there was a grey line allowed. “Though I must agree that bloodshed, and indeed fear or hatred, are not apt tools to employ.” 

When Buckingham cited Frances as a case in point rer eyes flicked towards him, and seeing he was occupied with some delicacy she added quietly to Buckingham. “Challenges grow character, and his is most admirable, so that I can hardly imagine a better version of him that might otherwise had existed.” She gave a small smile, "but that is not philosophy but friendship speaking.”

Then Francis looked her way again, his smile as ever sweet, so she stopped talking about him and instead spoke to him. They stole some moments together. 

Francis & Dorothea

Dorothea smiled, almost chuckled, “I do find that most satisfying.” Though Francis has improved at the game mightily, she still had experience on her side and won more frequently than not.

Their topic slid towards one they know of separately but had never discussed.  Her possible departure.  Lowering her voice she replied, "My brother is so consumed of the race, though there are moments that I fear the fate of it’s outcome upon his mood might be the determining factor.”

Francis suggestion that he’d enjoy a longer visit from her brother was a surprise though.  Her eyes squinted quizzically, head tipped, but she believed him. “You are a surprising fellow Lord Kingston.” She paused, and then supposed, “Though I don’t imagine you might consider accompanying him on the return journey. There would, after all, but no reason you might visit the homeland. Although, if I was also on that ship, we might surely pass some times playing latrones at that point.”  This final thought was uttered upon a I-hope-it-does-not-come-to-that sigh.

[Louis Killington]

Louis, Anne-E and the Beverleys

If Louis was to misbehave, he would not do so in public, and he certainly would not do it in front of Lisa's sister.  No, he would always be on his best behavior with the Beverleys.

As the group moved into the reception area, Louis kept his eyes on Buckingham, Nicci, Dorothea and Kingston.  Something interesting seemed to be going onfrom all the conversation.  Fortunately, he expected to get a complete report from his cousin.  Meanwhile, he made polite banter and went to peruse the food and drink.  He wondered aloud whether George would provide a fine brandy.

[Hope]

Beverleys 

Midway through the extended wedding service her husband murmured his complaint. Mary smiled inwardly at his boyishness, and was pleased to covertly produce a little bag of boiled sweets.  The distraction might help, and while perhaps it was a little sacrilegious, it was only an Anglican service. 

Come the end of the service, she barely paid attention to her elder sisters husband Louis as he then dispersed. Louis seemed bored too, but she only had so many boiled sweets.

"Yes I suppose so." she agreed, while thinking that her poor husband was far too weary after such a dull service, to need now settle down to an equally dreary round of however many courses.  Looking about, she tried to see someone interesting they might sit with, or engage in conversation.  It was then she saw the Mountjoys…

She knew Beverly thought well of both these personages, and so raising eyebrow she hinted before they approached the couple.

“Lord Mountjoy, don’t you agree that they should start a new fashion of a hunt to celebrate after a wedding.  For to sit down again after having been seated already, is hardly the active persons desire.” Mary suggested with a youthful smile.

[Charles Blount]

The Mountjoys with the Beverleys  approaching

 

Charles had no ulterior motive for his assumption that Ursula might have orchestrated such an encounter other than his assumption that she was more familiar with such court gossip and subcurrents than he was. “You did not my Dear?” he asked rhetorically as she explained the circumstances of Dorothea’s presence. “It allows me the great satisfaction to bask in the knowledge that, in this instance, I may have preceded you in my observation.” Charles was not the most observant when it came to intimate personal maneuvers however skilled he was of the political kind and he was amused that he was able to be so current. This fact was reinforced when Ursula commented upon the expected departure of Dorothea. A scenario that had not occurred to him. Commenting in typical British fashion. “Having seen England why would anyone wish to leave? And with such a man as Brandenburg-Ansbach no less… Although, I suppose he being her brother leaves her little choice in the matter. It would be a pity really for she has been a welcomed addition to court.”

“Oh, Lord Kingston had little at all to say on that subject.” He responded to the enquiry upon the male half of the pair. “He strongly feels that he is not currently in a position to marry. Furthermore, although he expressed a certain fondness to the Lady in question, he believes he is not sufficiently lofty to gain the hand of one such as the princess.” He shook his head. “Truly, with an attitude such as that it is difficult to attribute to him any kind of connection with the Villiers family at all for two words that define the term oxymoron certainly must be Villiers and humble. Perhaps that is why His Grace is performing his own maneuver.” He was enjoying the innocent gossip between them. The festive occasion seemed to have banished thoughts of the future allowing them to relish the present.

“Oh look.” He said indicating a literal mound of oysters on a nearby table. “Shall I gather us a plate as we sit down. “Oysters go very well with champagne although I am confident that Lord Chichester has made provision for all sorts of delicacies if your taste runs otherwise.”

He began to look around to see where they might settle when he became aware of the Beverly’s approaching. He bowed at their approach as he was addressed. “Lady Beverley, how good it is to see you. Might I be so bold to say in the presence of your husband that you look especially radiant this morning. Marriage, either your own or of another definitely suits you.” When she made her suggestion, he smiled in approval. “A most capitol idea! A vigorous gallop thru the countryside would be just the thing to improve the festivities. It would get the blood up which could only be beneficial to the bride and groom” He leaned in conspiratorially. ‘It might be sacrilegious for me to say but I think such a hunt would be a trial for the poor Arch Bishop. He chuckled. Such a jest was leaning into the risqué for him as there were ladies present but the occasion of a wedding allowed some licentious license as such congress was even approved by the church.

“I was just remarking to Lady Mountjoy…” he turned to Ursula. “Look My Dear, it is the Beverleys come with a marvelous suggestion…” he turned back to the Beverleys “… as I was saying to Lady Mountjoy, there lurks yonder a prodigious mound of oysters that appear inviting. As it is sadly not yet the fashion to go for a hunt, shall we content ourselves to stalk the crustations? That is indeed if you are not obligated elsewhere.”       

[Duke of Buckingham]

Buckingham and Dorothea (briefly)

Never let it be said that the Duke of BUckingham did not enjoy a rousing conversation on just about any topic. He was not shy or startled of a lady with education and thoughts. Simpering was not his preferred state of woman.

 

"Do not mistake me. My meaning is that most men - at least of learning - can make that interpretation for themselves; if one wishes to follow the interpretation of Rome, hear and speak words one cannot understand in the praise of God, then I say let them if they feel it necessary. I hold discourse with Quakers, Arians, Jews, and all sorts for the philosophical stimulation of it." Because Buckingham could not be said to be ultra pious himself; chapel was best time for a nap.

 

The princess then complimented his cub is quite the flattering way, and for a man savvy in feelings like Buckingham, he realized that she did - indeed - have an affection for Kingston.

 

"Hmm, yes, he is a gentleman a - cousin - of my age could have with pride, to be sure." He gave an ever-so-slightly intentional whisper of a pause around the relation. "Exile had an impact on all of our characters, perhaps for the better. I would change but one thing about Kingston, and that transformation has already begun, but it should have much earlier. Mayhap he would tell you about religion and his father's death. Puritans have stolen many things from us - I lost both fathers and most of my family."

 

Buckingham and Nicci

 

Once his attention had shifted to Nicci, he gave it to her in complete. 

 

"I don't think I've ever been known to be coy about anything," Buckingham replied with a snort. "Of course, one must have a modicum of covertness over such an affection lest one do any harm, even as a Duke. There is a line of propriety that needs to be respected."

 

At least, in public there was, and private indiscretions had to be done with the utmost of care and sneakiness.

 

If he was any judge of his newfound nephew, Francis was not one for indiscretions with maiden ladies of birth. He had a level of self-preservation and humility that came by being raised by a colonel and women...and not by a duke.

 

"It is not solely princesses who are lucky for their Villiers attentions," he teased. "And, alas, I have learned my lessons over princesses. As a married man, those are stories that ended in a heart as bruised as the ego."

 

The greatest revenge ever had upon him in recent years had come by Lords making it clear he would never be able to divorce; which was followed by the greatest betrayal by a woman. After that cut to his romanticisms, he had thought perhaps Gwen would have been his companion - she had healed some of that cut of another's betrayal - but her son's health had not agreed with the transient life of court, and she did not wish parted from the boy. Their relationship had turned, gradually and by distance, into an achy sort of friendship. 

 

His affections for Nicci were immaterial whilst she had Charles, for as much as others thought Buckingham selfish, he would never deal such a blow to his foster-brother, royal or not. He and the King had always had an unbreakable trust with women and mistresses; it was why he was the premiere mistress-maker and purveyor of royal sexual indiscretions - a job he was attempting to transfer through tutelage to Francis. 

 

Turning the attention back to the princess that had seemingly roused Nicci's jealousy, he leaned in to her ear once more and said, "Do you see it now? It is clear as day if you know either of them. It is little wonder the Queen asked Ru to caution Francis of his conduct and his presence whilst these broadsheets are spreading. Sitting next to me and by happenstance to Francis is one thing, and acceptable, but they cannot be seen together. As proper as both are being, and as innocent, if you know either very well, the affection is obvious."

 

Thankfully, the only parties attending who knew either Francis or Dorothea well enough to sense it were he, Nicci, and the Mountjoys. He was not worried about that. 

 

And Francis had not broken his word to Ru, because it would have been a bizarre and obvious slight if he had gone to an entirely other table rather than take the only open seat on Dorothea's other side.

 

(OOC - Sorry LOL Buckingham has a lot to say, as he oft does...)

[Francis Kirke]

Francis and Dorothea

 

"I have and will do my best to ensure that the Margrave is solid competition for all, if not of the advantage. I have given him my crew and my ward to direct them. They have much experience with my yacht and have raced the Thames here at Windsor before. I made a second crew for myself out of some of my men in port and who guard my warehouse, but they have not raced a yacht together as a crew," he told her with a nod and a smile. 

 

The King had trusted him to make sure such a guest and personage would be prepared and would make a good show. If it was his duty to potentially make himself look ridiculous, at least he would only display the expected inferiority against a bunch of royals and his uncle, who was princely enough, and he could live with that. 

 

"You, of course, know him far better, but he seems of great enough character to not let his emotions rule his decisions. I daresay your flourishing at a foreign court and growing influence make him proud, so if you wish to stay take opportunity to showcase such," Francis said. "And the opportunity provided him by close association with England through you." She was very intelligent and capable, and Francis trusted she knew her brother enough to know how to talk to him to advantage. They were siblings, after all. "Or perhaps you impress upon him to for him to stay for some weeks after the Christening, garnering beneficial associations and spending some time away from court with their Majesties, to experience more of England himself."

 

Her question about taking the ship back with them for a time struck him by surprise. Even if she clearly wished not to be on that ship. 

 

"His Majesty would have to allow it, which is easily enough done, but His Grace would remind me that being away - in such an atmosphere against me - would only benefit my enemies. As much as I would like to do so personally. I have had business dealings in the Palatinate before and connections through my grandfather."

 

He sighed himself. "Perhaps this business with the broadsheets will end. I have put some energies into uncovering the perpetrators."

 

"I confess, I have thought about someone else accompanying him back. Thought that might also be dependent upon yacht race performance. My cousin who is my ward, he enjoys the court education and proximity to myself and opportunities afforded in a duke's household, but he needs...distance...to become his own man. I had considered that perhaps your brother might take him. Do you think he might be amenable to such a thing?"

[Robert Saint-Leger]

Beverleys and Mountjoys

 

Beverley's complaint had been tamed by the sweets, and his wife was well-prepared for all situations.

 

He was not completely averse to the idea of breaking bread after the wedding as they were at least allowed to converse during that! Sitting in silence during a service he had to pretend to like was bothersome.

 

Mary's suggestion of the Mountjoys as good company was met by a little nod by the viscount, and off they went.

 

"Lady Mountjoy is equally beauteous. Is it Lord Chichester or the new Lady Chichester that you know well?"

 

"Indeed, it would seem most celebratory. A vigorous ride to stimulate the appetite." Of course Beverley was not the sort of man for double-entendre. He did not realize the other connotations of what he said, so it was entirely innocent in that way.

 

"Alas, if I had a wedding to do over again, that is the only thing I would change or add, but if there was a way to influence others to such a plan as they marry, I am all for the idea." He was far from contemplating that spouses passed all the time and one might need marry again. He was so pleased with his Lady Beverley that he did not wish to think about any more Lady Beverleys that may or may not happen in the future.

 

"Yes, why not. Let us stalk the sea creatures."

[Anne-Elisabeth Devereux]

As she stepped outside, Anne-Elisabeth closed her eyes briefly and raised her face to the sky, enjoying its brightness and warmth. It had been so gloomy in the chapel.  Two handsome young men she had met at a ball during her first season beckoned her over to their table and she sat across from them. As they ate and drank, their conversation was witty and full of innuendo, laughter, and a few really bad limericks.

Edited November 11, 2023 by Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

[Sophia de la Cerda]

The Chichesters and Sophia

 

Lord Chichester, gallant as always, stood up and offered his chair to Sophia. She was tempted to sit down but didn’t want to take his place beside his new wife. She did, however, pluck a pastry-wrapped shrimp from a tray and pop it in her mouth.

 

“I still have nearly two months to go,” she told Caroline. “Though if he grows much more, I’m afraid that I will fall over whenever I try to walk,” Sophia added with an impish grin. She jested about it, but she feared that it might actually happen in the last few weeks of her pregnancy. When Caroline became pregnant, her ordeal would be over and she would be able to give her friend advice on the issues one faced while with child and in childbirth.

 

Her friend suggested that Lord Chichester introduce her and he agreed to do so. “I would appreciate that. I didn’t walk all that far, but I would like to eat a bit first.” Sophia sighed melodramatically. “The baby is always hungry. Perhaps you can introduce me in about twenty minutes?”

[Catriona MacGregor]

Feeling Unusally Shy

For some reason, after the ceremony, Cat was left feeling a bit awkward.  She might have normally attempted to approach the Buckingham crew, but she and Francis were supposed to be at odds with each other in public.  Sophia had joined the couple and seemed to be deep in conversation.  That blasted bod ceann, mhac na galla, gorach pios de cac Basildon was flouncing around as if he was the star of the day.  There was Mountjoy and his bride.  Would they welcome her or would Lady Mountjoy wish her away due to her position with the queen?  Stupid politics.

[Hope]

    

 

Buckingham and Dorothea (briefly)

 

“I understand.” Dorothea replied to the dukes’ further thoughts, “in fact, I come to wish for an invite to soirees such as that.”  For the young lady was confident enough in her own faith to believe open discussion with alternative viewpoints was not sinful.

In an unplanned way the conversation grew more personal, so that as she spoke well of Francis – the Duke bared a little of his times through that period.  The term both fathers baffled her briefly, and she made a mental note to ask Francis what that meant, but the point of losing nearly everyone dear to him was made. 

Quietly she, a girl a third his age, soothed “Yet they are ever in your heart, and as they watch upon you from above, I think you must bring them great joy.”

Not to negate his dislike of puritans!

Though she drew a conclusion that that was one religious sect he did not invite into philosophical conversations.

 

Over the afternoon of fine food and wine, there was a relaxed atmosphere prevailing. So that the conversation she was able to keep with Francis at her side, moved on in a satisfying and even gentle manner.

 

Francis and Dorothea

“You have sacrificed much for my brother.” She remarked with more pleasure than surprise (although there was surprise also!) Dorothea saw Francis’s gesture as for her family’s sake, and there was no token that might have meant more to her.

“I fear you have much reduced your chances at doing well, in the race at least. While in other things…” she left her sentence hanging there.  He no doubt was aware, and only wanted her to be enlightened too.  

“Thank you.”

They talked some about her brother’s plans for retuning, he with a suggestion for a delay.  While she might have surprised him with a suggestion that he could accompany, he then reciprocated with what might have been a counteroffer. (Though apparently, he’d already been thinking about it). 

Blinking with the surprise, the subject taking highest priority now, she asked, “You would miss him greatly, but I can attest that written communication can sometimes surpass that of the day-to-day conversations.” Letters tended to be a condensation of thought, and often enough people wrote things that they would not just casually say out loud.

“My brother did mention that he is the First-mate for the yacht, and seemed pleased with his manner at the practise.” Though Frederik did not tell her everything of course.  Smiling then she gushed, “There is a joke in this Francis, though I am at a loss to articulate it; something about his keeping your nephew a hostage for possible future negotiations.” Dorothea giggled. Perhaps sitting in the sun and drinking wine was going a little to her head.

[Nicolette Vauquelin]

Buckingham and Nicci

Possessing the Dukes full attention was a gratifying thing, the bright of his eyes was scintillating, while his voice seemed a music to her ears. 

Her tease made him snort in reply, that too delighted this girl.  She engaged and amused him, and she took such as a personal triumph.  “You might manage ‘Faux’ very prettily I expect.”

Nicci grinned broadly, while perhaps part of her pleasure was that Buckingham had to turn slightly to speak with her, which also meant he had to provide Dorothea with view of his back.  (Although the German princess seemed too busy in conversation with Francis to even notice.)

Toughing hand to heart, she then laughed at his tease of affection.  “Need I prepare a salve for such injuries or is it the Princesses that need treatment to bring them to their senses?!”  There had been sisters in the tale of Charles, James, George and Francis, Nicci supposed one of them had been heartless towards him.  

But it was another Princess that the conversation was about.  At Bucks prompt, Nicci paid Dorothea heed enough to see his point.  There was the slightest of physical cues, it was more a tone between them that was.  Well, earnest. 

Noticing this, Nicolette felt a warmth even before a smile grew on her face.  Francis looked quietly content.  “Ah, so we at last know his type at least, I only pray that the Villiers president shall not be applied in this instance.” She replied quietly and gave a nod indicating the impossible couple.

Drawing her attention back to the Duke she then mused, “I wonder if you might have advice for him, words for the wise and some such.  What at the least, I think perhaps we should dally long here in our conversation, to allow them the greatest time.  I shall endure this entirely for their sake.” She teased again.

It was a happy discovery to realise that Buckingham’s interest in Francis’s love life made him her captive!  

[Hope]

“Reading my romance novels seems to be awaking your matchmaking instincts.” Ursula teased Charles, who was quietly pleased with himself for having spotted the Francis-Dorothea interest.

In fact, Charles was in a high mood, barely containing his glee at spying a great mound of oysters.  She gave an inward sigh, knowing what that meant for later, she’d really not been in the mood for it recently.

How to reply?

Fortunately, Lord and Lady Beverley then approached.

 

The Beverlys & Mountjoys

Little nod received, the Mary joined her husband in greeting the Mountjoy’s.  “It is my own that makes this celebration of another’s feel so uplifting.”

Though Mary’s eyebrow popped upwards, a snicker suppressed, when her husband’s probed a very proper question!  “Now Beverly, it hardly matters,” she interjected, just in case the Mountjoy’s enjoyed an awkward association with the only-just-reformed libertine, Lady Chichester.

Ursula did not miss anything however allowed her husband the reply. 

Lord Mountjoy loved the idea of starting off a horse riding wedding tradition.  Mary’s eyes slid to her husbands before, caught by Lord Mountjoys mood, she agreed, “I agree that such riding does not need religious supervision.”  The Archbishop staying behind to do whatever he might do in his spare time less boring.

“Oh yes, the Oysters.” Ursula nodded as the group agreed to arrive en masse.

The great silver platter was prepared with half shelled oysters upon a verdant green bed of seaweed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten one while standing before.” Ursula commented, fearing saltwater drips on her dress.  At least that was her excuse as she regarded the pile dubiously.

“Have you ever been hunting for Shellfish?” Mary asked as she picked out a large one, then looked about wondering if someone would pass her a fork?  

Her question was provided for the gentlemen, she imaged Lord Mountjoy was more likely to have done so than was her husband, but then Beverly did keep surprising her.

Ursula moves apart to greet Catriona

It was perfect timing for Ursula, who excused herself from the group to approach to greet Catriona.  “It is good to see you returned.” She spoke simply, while they were not what you called friends, time at court itself bonded.  And they had both arrived back in 1675.