Who’s Daughter Is This?

[William Slade]

this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden William was calling on Briar Erwood, daughter of Idris Erwood. His mother had suggested the idea the day before during their afternoon tea together, having been well acquainted with the Erwood family, and Will sharing a short-lived dance with the girl only a few nights before. He had his eyes set on Marianne Talbot, and even planned when he'd ask for her hand in marriage, however,  his mother insisted. It would not hurt. Waiting until he was announced in the drawing room, he heard the familiar, "His Grace, William Slade, for Lady Briar Erwood." The Duke stepped inside, dipping into a short bow before straightening his posture once again. Briar Erwood

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[Briar Erwood]

Who's Daughter is this?

Briar sat on the couch of the sitting room with her brothers across from her. It seemed that the other night ball had yeilded very few suitors, for her at least, and her mother paced the room nervously as her father sat at the table drinking his tea and reading the mornings paper. To be perfectly frank Briar was unsure what they had expected. Besides a fair conversation with Mr. Bridgerton and possibly breaking another young mans toe in a pitiful attempt at dancing, and one blessidly short dance Duke William slade where she somehow did not make a fool of herself, it had been a pittiful attempt from Briar and she was sure it would yeild very few results. Unlike the blanket she was currently working on.Cascading down her lap was a blanket about 2/3's of the way finished. The strands of soft pink and blue yard trailed back to a basket at her feet. Her knitting kneedles worked fast as she stitched the blanket through. "Surly you should be working on that in the winter." Bran was saying as he lazily sketched in a sketchbook. "The winter will be far to late, besides, last year's blanket drive almost had to few, I won't allow that to happen again." Briar said, "Besides I've apparently already read to much today so, knitting it i-" Her words were cut off by the announcment of his grace. In her haste to stand her kneedles were knocked to the ground as was the blanket. Briar barley stopped herself from muttering one of the words she was not suppose to know before she looked up at the Duke. "Your Grace." She said, dropping a quick but not so graceful curtsy "How lovely of you to visit, please sit down." Her stomach was turning itself in knots. Surely he was not here to start courting her? It made no sense. She was the last daughter of a Baron, far below his rank and worse she was in no way fit to be the wife of a Duke, even she knew that.

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[William Slade]

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His first impression of her was that she was clumsy, judging purely from the way that she had risen from the chaise, dropping her sewing instruments. He could barely make out the words that she had uttered afterwards, but they did not sound very proper. The Duke silently watched as she returned an ungainly bow. All William wished to do was take his leave at this point, yet he could not. It would have been rude and improper of him. Extending the hand behind his back, he offered a small bouquet of expensive tulips to present his feigned affection. William already knew that this was not going to work out, mostly judging from her initial response to him being there. Nodding once, he followed her to the chaise that she had stumbled up from, taking a distanced seat. "Forgive my early intrusion, Lady Erwood," Will began, acknowledging those present in the room. "Have I arrived at an indecent time? I can take my leave if that is the case."

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[Briar Erwood]

Who's Daughter is this?

Briar caught her older brothers eye and promised herself that she would enact revenge against him for the way he smirked right now. It must be so entertaining from an outside perspective, the way she seemed to flownder in these moments where grace and reagalness were required....was reagalness a word? Who decided what were and weren't word- NO. She pulled her brain back into the moment. "Oh no, now is a perfect time, I was just...using the quiet to get a head start on the blankets I make for the orphanage back home every winter. Their numbers keep growing and I would hate for any of the children to be left cold so I try to use any spare time to make some." She said as one of the kind maids took a moment to collect the fallen blanket and yarn and fold it back into its basket."Yes, thank you, Annie." She said softly to the maid as she smiled an encouraging smile and carried the basket off. Briar looked back at the Duke, her stomach still in knotes. "Please sit, it really is so lovely to see you again. How is your mother doing, I hope well." She checked off the list in her head of what she was suppose to talk about with the Duke. Family yes, fairies no. Even though family was less interesting then fairies.

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