James Winchester Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 "I do apologise for dashing off like that, I trust that you were able to find some suitable fun without me?" James asked as the carriage made the short drive to Pall Mall. "Of course, I am more than capable of finding my own fun." Gwen replied archly but with a smile. "Don't think I'm going to wait for you if you're going to dissapear on me." "I did say I was sorry." He reminded her mildly, reaching out to put his arm around his wife's shoulders, a gesture of genuine affection. "I know." Gwen smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Is Her Majesty alright?" She asked eventually. "Yes, she's nearing the end of the pregnancy is all, the baby was moving and causing discomfort. They will both be fine." Gwen nodded sleepily and they sat in contented silence as the coach rolled up the long drive to the large house at the end, set amid well kept gardens. James's position as Queen's Physician was partly responsible for their comfortable lifestyle, as was Buckingham's complete infatuation with Gwendolyn and his habit of showering her with gifts, especially when she'd bourne his son. James offered her his arm up the stairs and as they entered the foyer and servants appeared to take their coats and cloaks, he mused that their marriage was an arrangement which had suited them eminently well at the time and still did, even though Arthur was at university and young George was clamouring louder every day to join him or go to court. Gwen yawned sleepily at his side and patted his arm affectionately. "I think I must retire, or sleep where I stand. Goodnight James." She leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. "Goodnight Gwendolyn." James returned the chaste kiss then sought his own rooms, in the opposite wing from Gwen's. It was indeed late and he too was tired, although he wasn't entirely certain that he was ready for sleep. As he made his way down the hall James was amused to see candlelight under the edge of the door of the room next to his own. Smiling in a fond but slightly exhasperated fashion he didn't bother to knock but simply opened the door quietly, grey gaze falling on the figure seated at the desk, deep in concentration. Wandering up quietly to wrap his arms about slim shoulders and rest his chin on one of them, blonde curls mixing with blonde waves, he looked at the strange symbols upon the paper on the desk. "What are you doing?" "I am endeavouring to determine the equation for the interference of the sun in the moon's orbit due to it's gravity. It is distant James, but so very large that it has an appreciable effect. However, it is proving complex." A long-fingered hand made an irritable scrawl on the paper with the quill, dismissing the work of the last few minites. James sighed fondly and kissed the nearby cheek. "Isaac, it's long past midnight, leave it for tomorrow and come to bed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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