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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 14:46:50 GMT
kitty & alexander.  "I was not made aware you'd be coming home, my lord..." And why would she have been? She was only his wife, after all. Nobody ever thought to update Kitty on the General's comings and goings, least of all the man himself. It didn't matter how many letters she sent his way, she never heard back. At this point, she was used to it. In the early days of their marriage, some part of her had hoped that things would eventually change — they'd actually learn to enjoy each others' company, find things they had in common. Instead, she simply enjoyed her freedoms when he wasn't home, and remained thankful that she seldom had to endure his company.
It felt like a lifetime since he'd last been in Mayfair, so much so that she doubted if even Beatrice would recognise him now. The elder daughter, at least, had met him before — the same couldn't be said for Nancy. In a way, that was a blessing itself. What good would come of the girls meeting their father, when he likely wouldn't be back in town for some time again after the initial meeting?
"Shall I send for the children?" Kitty couldn't help but ask. Maybe things would be different this time, maybe he'd actually come home to try and make things right. It was a laughable notion, and she wasn't foolish enough to hope their marriage could be salvaged into anything that resembled a decent match...but maybe he'd try for the children. Or, perhaps, he was home with the hopes of siring an heir. That, after all, seemed somewhat more likely.
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“He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.”
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Post by Alexander Langham on Oct 31, 2022 1:09:51 GMT
|  ---------------------- ---------------------- He was present for the sake of siring an heir.
He had homes across London, one being in Grosvenor Square where he'd just left one of his courtesans. It was not uncommon for a man of his stature to have one, or two and who was his wife to judge him for doing so? The wide doors had opened for him upon entering the dining room, donning his signature powdered wig and his military attire, a part of his shirt visibly ripped as he had no intention of hiding it from her.
Waiting for one of the servants to remove a chair from his at the head of the table, he perched down, peering at his wife as she spoke her words. Perhaps he resented her for the fact of her inability to give him a son. That was it, wasn't it? She'd not done her duty as a wife and so, he was irate. "If you would like," He responded nonchalantly, requesting a glass of bourbon from a servant nearby. "How have your evenings been since my last stationing at sea?" Slightly curious about his wife's gambling habits. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2022 17:35:16 GMT
kitty & alexander. It was clear in his response that he was not there to see the children — why would he be? Still, she rested a gentle hand on a passing maid’s arm, capturing her attention. “Could you have the children brought down?” With a nod, she scurried off, allowing Kitty to focus her attention back on her husband. There was so much she wanted to say to him, so many questions she wished to ask, but each would be as pointless as the last. He didn’t care for her, he wouldn’t explain his behaviour or his absences to her…he’d simply judge her, as he seemed to be now.
Evenings spent with ladies of the ton weren’t constant, but she enjoyed them greatly. They allowed her the freedoms she craved, and allowed her to spend time with people who understood her. Love matches seemed so rare, and while most likely had less strained relationships than the two of them, very few seemed to be in happy marriages. Such was life when people wed for dowries and titles, and very little else. “My evenings? They’ve been fine, my lord,” she began, a little uncertainly. It was clear he didn’t approve of the gambling that went on, but at least she was only ever with other ladies. Nothing untoward ever occurred…aside from gambling away a fair chunk of his money, but it wasn’t as if he’d miss it, always away at sea as he was. “Lady Danbury has hosted several events for the married ladies of the ton as of late, if that is why you’re asking. It is expected I attend, when she invites me. Most evenings I’m at home with the children. There is nothing happening here that shouldn’t be.” [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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