We'll Never Be Royals

[Jim Scott]

DOES JIM STICK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB?  Perhaps.  The Scotsman stands awkwardly on the edges of the dance floor, eyes scanning across different dancing couples.  He's taking note of the ones he knows.  It has been a game for him;  learning the peerage of Great Britain was like memorizing the spoons and forks he needed to put down on the former earl's dining table -- even when he dined alone?  The opulence in this ballroom alone was worth more than that abbey.  Jim has never seen such -- what's the word?  Extravagance? 

He is gobsmacked, really.  And he risks losing all that he's worked for if he doesn't successfully insert himself into the Ton. 

Jim's eyes focus on perhaps the brightest gem at this ball. Princess Charlotte of Wales, the Queen's daughter. . . if he could get into the royal family, he would be set for life. No one would question his lineage again. It had been so easy to take over the earldom -- almost too easy! And now he can use that same charm to woo a bride.  

Or, perhaps, a princess.

Boldly, Jim weaves through others to approach the princess. He bows, and then he extends his hand. "Princess Charlotte, your highness." His accent isn't perfect -- but that's what he gets for being the bastard son. "May I have the honor of a dance with you?" 

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Charlotte of Wales stood beside her grandmother, peering around the room, knowing full well that most of the men did not have the slightest chance of callng her their wife in the future. He needed to be of blue blood -- she knew that all too well. Her family did not fail to remind her of that. She kept glancing down at her gloved hands, twiddling her thumb for everyone else was too afraid to ask her to dance. The entire aura of the Royal family was discouraging to most. It led to her feeling bored at these social events. Suddenly, someone had approached her, however, and Charlotte was slightly taken aback when he'd extended his hand for her to take, and referred to her by her name. She did not even want to see her grandmama's expression. To fight off her boredom, she would accept. "Yes, you may," She bore a weak smile. "Lord...?" As she did not know his name.

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[Jim Scott]

SHE SAID YES?  Jim tries to keep his cool, that charming smile never leaving his face.  "You honor me, your highness."  He says warmly, bowing before extending his hand once more.  "Lord Scott,"  he answers.  "Ca -- " 

Oh, why don't you go and blow the whole damn thing right away, Callum? 

"Can I just say," good recovery, "you look absolutely beautiful tonight."  He moves to lead her toward the dance floor.  "I must admit, I'm a bit new at all of this.  My mother isn't of high birth, and my father had no other heirs. . . so I have recently be legitimized.  My sincerest apologies if I'm not quite... proper, your highness.  I almost just suggested you call me Jim!"  A pause, and he glances back at her.  "But, you could, if you chose... I may also need some help dancing."  He chuckles.  "I promise, however, to show you a good time."

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