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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 17:20:29 GMT
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 17:10:26 GMT
 this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden Balls were relatively interesting events. They were consistent during the season, members of the ton throwing them to allow debutants and beautillions to discover each other's company, and perhaps even find interest in it. Easy as it may sound, discovering a match was from it. The next Duchess of Wellington had to meet his standards, and they were incredibly high.
Introductions needed to be made first before anyone could have the possibility of a dance and a conversation. Mother's arm entangled in his as usual, they wandered about the room until she tugged him gently upon laying eyes on the Talbots. Approaching them, she initiated the introduction, "Your Grace, Lady Talbot, I am sure you know of my son, William." He offered them both a gentle bow of the head.
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 15:35:44 GMT
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 15:34:53 GMT
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 4:14:52 GMT
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William was well aware that he had a temper that could be unleashed any moment, specifically when individuals like his sisters enjoyed defying customs. They weren't the black sheep, evidently, but still, he felt disrespected as the Duke and not some commoner that they could disregard. Upon their father's existence, they'd followed the rules, minus Reuben, of course, who always seemed to tread down his own path.
The utterance of 'uncle' from his niece rang through his ears, and his fiery orbs automatically relaxed, fearing that he'd startled the young girl. He could not help his behaviour, especially when he felt as if Reuben was in control of the room and not him. Nodding once, he reassured the child, "Later tonight." It was more of a hushed tone -- certainly different from the one that he used toward his sisters. His eyes followed them as they meekly took their seat at the dining room table, noting every single word that his brother spoke.
Reaching over, he picked up the glass of expensive wine, yet his fingers tightened around the neck the moment Reuben addressed him. Oh, dear. "Hostility, brother?" William asked, his tone clearly discontent. "My status in this family demands respect, and I will have it."
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 4:00:29 GMT
These rumours are very much true, and so I fail to understand why they are rumours in the first place. |
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Post by William Slade on Nov 22, 2021 3:00:33 GMT
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Post by William Slade on Nov 21, 2021 3:31:20 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden Ah, the dullness of such affairs. The awkward introductions between a man and a woman as their parents oversaw every single move that they made, ensuring that all interactions were comme il faut. William could hardly recall how many ladies his mother had introduced him to in the past, tagging him along for him to meet suitable women, only for the Duke to retreat back into his cave of duties.
Bowing respectfully toward the daughter of the marquis, he acknowledged her with a slight smile, "Lady Elizabeth," As Lord Davenport suggested that they dance the next waltz together, his mother chimed in. "I could not have recommended that better myself, my Lord." Although he would have preferred to have requested the dance himself, mostly considering he was nearing thirty-two years in age, Will still understood that he was in the presence of someone so very important -- not to mention the ton's eyes were upon them. William would never disrespect an individual like her father so publicly. He was very well aware of his superiority.
"Will you allow me the honour of writing my name on your dance card, Lady Elizabeth?" As it was only right.
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Post by William Slade on Nov 21, 2021 3:09:05 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden His niece was far from a nuisance and if anyone were to define her as such, they'd be sent to the gallows (or at least he'd try). Although she had a vast amount of energy, and God knew where it stemmed from, there were manners that needed to be eventually taught to her. She was the niece of the Duke of Wellington, and upon growing up, Evelina would eventually have to act like one.
William Slade was incredibly prim and proper, playing by the rules only in the public eye. Every man had their vices, did they not? His, unfortunately, involved wild women and alcohol. Evelina asked about her aunts, and he genuinely considered her question for a moment, confused and irked as to where they were. "Fair question, niece. I'm determined to learn of their whereabouts and why they are late," The young girl then proceeded to suggest a game of hide-and-seek, followed by an inquiry regarding the supper selection that evening. "All in due time, Evelina, all in due time." The cold figure managed yet another smile, yet it did not linger for longer than a few seconds, as the presence of both his sisters was announced by one of the home's footmen.
"You are late," Though his niece was there, the Duke could not help but lose his temper. It happened naturally. "Your brother is here for a fortnight, and you can hardly put in the effort to show up on time." William abruptly banged his balled up fist against the oak, noticing his mother eye with him with wariness.
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Post by William Slade on Nov 19, 2021 16:44:42 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden For the first time in nearly twelve years, he'd been at a ball on his own accord and not because his mama had been pestering him to attend. His ceruleans grazed the room as he made his way among the crowds, arm entangled with his mother's, feeling as if he were monitored rather than escorting her out of respect for her status. The careful watching was understood, of course, as he was there to woo unmarried women, and therefore, it was only right for their sake.
Introductions were to be made, of course, but in due time. For the time being, the secret alcoholic was fixated on coming upon at least an ounce of liquor so that he could manage a conversation with a lady. William feared that his brother, Reuben, was slightly better at this than he was. Years of education and how to actually speak to the opposite gender better have worked in his favour that evening, as well as the entire season, or he'd take his exit without a wife yet again. The Duke often found himself wondering whether the ton spoke of his inability to wed. It was likely, considering how much his mother troubled him about it.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an introduction...
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Post by William Slade on Nov 19, 2021 4:43:02 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden William attempted to ignore his brother's words, knowing that it would make no difference whatsoever if he reacted. His responses in the past proved so. Instead, he offered the younger male a visual warning, though he knew it would do very little. It meant little. Will may have been Duke in their Mayfair household and among the ton of London city, but when it came to his intimate family (minus his darling mother), his status meant absolutely nothing. The Duke was finding it incredibly difficult to accept that, too.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his gleaming niece entered the room. William nearly dropped his knife on the floor, blue eyes following her movement as she hugged her grandmother. He managed a slight smile. It was only natural in her presence, of course. He did not expect to hop on his lap, however, expecting her to waddle over to her father instead. His throat tightened slightly, body stiffening yet managing to relax a bit only for the sake of her comfort. "Evelina," The man faltered. "You cannot startle people like tha-" Will's sentence had been cut off upon her revealing what she'd discovered in the book.
He scanned the visuals on the page, wrapping an arm around the child. "What lovely art. You take after..." William paused for a moment, attempting to recall which one of his sisters was better at drawing than the other. "Your aunts," Certainly not Reuben. His smile extended a bit after she wished for him to keep it. Accepting it from her little hand, he tucked it into the pocket of his tailcoat. "Yes, Evelina, I do," William responded with a small chuckle before gently beckoning for her to leave his lap. "The chair over there is far more proper, young lady."
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Post by William Slade on Nov 18, 2021 21:38:15 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden It never came as a surprise. William just felt as if he needed to point it out to Reuben, so he could acknowledge the fact that he was acting inappropriately, specifically before their mother, a lady who had brought them into the world. No-one could top his mother to him. She was a paragon of virtue, and he felt the need to protect her at all costs. That was why he decided to keep his scolds to himself, as they would do her no justice, considering just how stubborn his younger sibling was.
He took heed as he spoke about Evelina and her being the gossip of the ton. William understood what he meant, though he felt slightly sympathetic toward the woman who would have him. The child would be more than a shock, so he dearly hoped that his brother would take over the reins of responsibility and fix whatever issues he had with the ton of Grosvenor Square. Lifting his knife and fork from the table, he gently sliced the lamb chop that was cooked beautifully by the Slade's cooks downstairs.
Eyeing Reuben as he took his first bite, William could not help but grimace slightly at his remark about his future wife. "It will pass successfully," He was a Duke, for Heaven's sake. His brother truly knew how to press his buttons. "I had not been keen on marrying in the past seasons, yet I am ready now." Hopefully.
"And I daresay any lady of intellect would pray to become the next Duchess of Wellington." Their mama chimed in.
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Post by William Slade on Nov 18, 2021 3:52:23 GMT
THE FUTURE DUCHESS OF WELLINGTON OF NOBILITY, ANY AGE, ANY FC Any contenders ready to take this man as their lawful husband are accepted. I warn you, though. He's not as amiable as the public may think. Just ask his family (specifically Reuben!). William can be a bit of a reserved man. Off the bat, he doesn't believe in true love between a man and a woman. This is perhaps because he hasn't felt it yet, so it may be his duchess' chance to try and change his opinion on that. It may take time, however, and I can see some drama between the two, because who doesn't want that? It's basically his way or no way. That was the way he was raised to think. Everything was his to control, and though we all know it isn't, he might inflict the same behaviour on his future wife. Let me know if you're interested!
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Post by William Slade on Nov 17, 2021 4:16:29 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden His eyes locked onto the cane that he held out, followed by the sharp 'no'. William stiffened for a moment, feeling slightly discomfited at Reuben's gesture toward one of his servants. The light-haired figure silently watched as they retreated back, seemingly afraid of approaching the black sheep of the family. "It seems you have abandoned your manners at the door, brother." Particularly in their mother's presence.
They had a curious relationship, his brother and him. William supported him, while their father considered him the scapegrace. However, now that he was the duke, he understood the late man's approach. There was always a limit and Reuben seemed to constantly surpass it, adding more tension w within the family dynamic. Though William could challenge him and attempt to prove to him as to why he didn't appreciate the way that he was, he knew very well that it would go in through one ear and escape out the other.
"If you wish to attend, then yes," He simply answered Reuben's question. When it came to interactions with his brother, there was hardly any jesting or charisma. Will wasn't trying to impress him in any way. There was no point. They were incredibly diverse with regard to their personalities and the way they conducted business. "You would permit your future wife to stumble upon the child? The ton will surely hear of it, and it will be far from jolly."
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Post by William Slade on Nov 16, 2021 19:44:46 GMT
this sceptred isle this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden Part of it was dashing hopes, but the other half was utter confusion as to why his brother decided to tread down the path he'd chosen in his life when he could've lived in comfort like William did. They had much to be grateful for -- one of the constructs being the sons of a Duke. Anyone could have wished for such a title. Sure, Reuben would only acquire such a title if William were to fall to his death, yet that was besides the point.
He listened as Reuben artfully dismissed their mother. Arching an eyebrow, the eldest reclined back in his seat, expecting to have had his supper served by now, and not having a conversation with his sibling instead. He'd even sent out an invitation to their sisters, wherever they bloody were. Only Reuben managed to make it, however, and he did not even recall calling on him. Perhaps their mother did. "Stay, mama," William requested, before gesturing toward the servants who'd already been waiting. "Proceed with serving the supper, and escort my niece in here."
Peering back at his brother, he acknowledged his question about the season. "I shall be riding back and forth from Wellington this season. Duties still call for me there," Maybe this was the year he'd find his duchess. It depended, really. William was relatively picky when it came to choosing his future wife. "The Slades should arrange a ball." He suggested nonchalantly.
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