Muse Reaction Soft Edition For Phillip

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tagging : ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

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i would merely

BE DOING MY DUTY

Phillip had been perfectly content at Romney Hall. The peace of the countryside, and being so far removed from the hustle and bustle of a city had certainly suited him well. More so in the time after his marriage, with Eloise. But with the knowledge that she had a rather, extensive family . . . they had to attend London for the season. Phillip could not recall the last time he had been in such a setting. The endless balls and extravagant affairs. It was a lot. But with his wife at his side, it was manageable. Besides, Amanda and Oliver were having the time of their lives being around so much family.

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However with all this chaos, came limited time alone with Eloise. He had indeed been spoiled at their home, able to spend time with her with only two children or typical daily errands to distract them. But here . . . it was quite different. A constant stream of being surrounded by people. Phillip wasn't one to complain, for he knew he had to adjust. Adapt. Still. It was different indeed. Tonight had been yet another ball of the season and they had returned late from it. The twins had been put to bed quite some time ago, and Phillip decided to use this time -- despite the late hour -- with his wife. He made his way to their chamber where he knew she would be, catching her maid before she entered. Phillip gave a nod to dismiss her as he opened the door and stepped inside. Romance had not always been his strong suit.

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Not because he did not know how to be romantic, but because in all the years he had been married to his first wife . . . his flare for romance had dulled. Nothing had worked in the early days and eventually, he had just stopped trying. He wanted to relearn it all though, for it was far easier with Eloise. Closing the door behind him, Phillip gave a small smile, his eyes moving over her still clad in her formal gown, taking in the sight of her exquisite self. "I thought I would assist you tonight," he told her, taking another few steps closer to where she stood. His words indicating that her maid was not coming to help. It had been some time since he had divested a woman from such formal attire, and though he strode to her confidently, he hoped he did not showcase himself as a fool with fumbling fingers.