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Post by William Slade on Jan 11, 2022 3:56:11 GMT
The evening before had not gone as planned. He did not expect to confess his feelings toward the daughter of the Marquess, Elizabeth Davenport. No, William had expected it to be a usual evening, rescuing a damsel in distress (yet he knew well that he could never refer to Lilibet in that manner, for she was far from one). In fact, given the opportunity, he sensed as if she could throw a decent jab, and this led him to somewhat fear his life as he stepped up to the Davenport entrance. The fear, in reality, stemmed from the idea of her father rejecting his proposal. William was quick to request a visit from a jeweller that he knew well. They'd arrived earlier that morning, offering the Duke an array of engagement rings to choose from. It wasn't a decision to take lightly, taking his time whilst wondering which gem she'd preferred, and which one worked better with her complexion and hair colour. Settling on the traditional diamond. It was a five-carat, costing the man a hefty one hundred pounds. He'd made his presence known by acknowledging the footmen at the door, and was let inside after requesting the company of the Marquess and his permission. | This Royal Throne of Kings
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Post by William Slade on Jan 11, 2022 3:04:06 GMT
"Busy indeed." Responded the Duke, taking a quick gander at the grandfather clock sat in the office to ensure that he did not miss a requested tea with their mother that afternoon. William moved behind his desk for a moment, taking a seat, all the while gesturing for his younger sister to do the same if she so desired. He did often find himself in her company, though considering he was spending the season in London, he imagined his sisters would be occupying most of his time now that they were both out in society. The topic of conversation was marriage and the lack of it in her life. Sighing slightly, William glanced down at the portrait that Peggy had been peering at. "I have many eligible friends, sister," He commented. "The question is, how would you fare with them? There is Lord Hardy, someone I'm well acquainted with, and yet you seemed to only share one dance with him a few evenings go," Commented her brother. "You, yourself, are limiting your options."@pegslade | This Royal Throne of Kings
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Post by William Slade on Jan 6, 2022 4:28:20 GMT
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Post by William Slade on Jan 5, 2022 4:50:18 GMT
 tagged words not a clue! notes oh dear | It was not often Elizabeth was this angry with him and so, William knew he'd reached her breaking point judging by her current interactions with him. He wished she'd look upon him, purely so that he could figure out what was on her mind -- not that he usually could, really (those days especially). He took a step back to ensure his own safety at that point.
Then she mentioned the apartment that he'd purchased for Belle. Will swallowed hard at her tone of voice, devising a swift escape in hid mind, yet he knew that he would do the situation no well. If they could manage to reconcile somehow within the hour, the Duke would be a lucky man, indeed, but it did not seem like he'd gain her trust so easily, especially not Elizabeth's.
Then, she paused, claiming that she was pregnant with his son at the time. Suddenly, he saw a book coming right at him off the shelf and William was quick to duck, but the book had met his arm before he could. "Ow!" He bellowed. "Will you calm yourself so that I can have the decency to explain myself?!" What devil had possessed her just then? "Do not make this a war!"
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Post by William Slade on Jan 4, 2022 3:52:48 GMT
 tagged words not a clue! notes oh dear | Once she whirled around, her facial expression told him all that he needed to know: this would not end well for either of them. He stared her in the eyes upon her question, trying his best not break eye contact. He, however, failed, knowing there was no use in lying to her. Will listened to her continue, registering every word that left her mouth.
Suddenly, he approached the nurses that he'd only just passed by, "Take the boys outside," He instructed, his eldest child offering him a look of confusion. Upon knowing that the space was clear of any unwanted ears, Will returned to his wife. Honesty or knavery? There was no point in lying at this point. Obviously, the Ton were speaking, and surely Whistledown, too, if Elizabeth had somehow found out. "I do," He confirmed lowly. "And you will do no such thing, Elizabeth. You are not one of those wives. She means nothing to me." And truly, he did care more for his wife than his mistress, but even that explanation would do him no justice.
"You..." Goodness. "You were pregnant." A man had his needs.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 4, 2022 3:42:44 GMT
 tagged words not a clue! notes man is in love | The return of the kiss caused his heart to flutter, really, for despite her admission of affections, he'd expected Elizabeth to push him for dishonourable conduct. William did not want to move away from her and return to his original, distanced position, preferring to relish every second that he had with her only inches away from him. Thankfully, the footmen were far behind him and hadn't witnessed what just happened.
William nodded at her words, realising that it was late, and family members would start asking about them. She'd returned him to reality and though he continued to stare into her eyes, he instantly began to devise a plan in his head about how he'd approach her father the next day. Would the Marquess question why he desired his daughter's hand in marriage so suddenly? Would he suspect foul play (that had, of course, not occurred)?
"I will call on you," The Duke confirmed, reaching down and taking her hand, planting a soft kiss on it. "Come, let us leave before the hour is up, and we're sent to hell by our families." He jested, laughing, while linking his arm with hers again and leading her back to the carriage.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 3, 2022 0:43:58 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes man is in love | Will was not surprised at her reaction. The first utterance made his heart skip a beat as his legs remained frozen to the spot, yet he knew that he would crumble any moment now depending on Elizabeth's response. He breathed out a sigh of relief when she confessed that he, too, was on her mind since the night he met, despite the fact that she found him infuriating. That thought skipped to the back of his mind as he focused on her next set of words.
"Treacherous slope?" He whispered softly. "Elizabeth, this is far from treacherous," At least for him. "You have no idea of the relief I feel upon hearing that you share the same sentiment." Even though it was not as strong as his. Suddenly, the Duke approached her without hesitance and pulled her into a gentle kiss, hoping that she would return it. His heart beat rapidly against his chest, feeling the warmth of her skin again his -- a sensation he'd been praying for since the day they'd had the pleasure of meeting.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 23:28:20 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes oh dear | William's heart dropped at the mention of a mistress. "I beg your pardon?" He asked, watching as she deserted him in the back gardens of their Wellington estate. He certainly did not expect that. Though it was true that he was keeping a mistress, the Duke did not know of the possible rumours that were evidently circulating. "Elizabeth." He uttered, following her inside the estate.
"Elizabeth!" William called out again, almost slamming the door behind him. "You cannot say your words without explanation! Speak your truth." He rushed past the children and their nurses, not even realising that they were there. At the moment, his sole focus was his wife and figuring out how she discovered news of his mistress. Isabel had been in his life for a year. A secret, an individual nobody knew about. Had she gone through his accounts and finances? What right did she have to do?
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 23:17:05 GMT
 tagged words not a clue notes fun! | In all frankness, he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him upon seeing the scene before him unfold. Even the red-headed vixen removed herself from his lap and traveled to the other side of the room (rightfully so). William, however, remained in his position, casting a glance at the Baron who had been attempting to calm the Earl down.
Then, all of a sudden, he heard a familiar voice -- Benedict Bridgerton. It caused him to shift and stand from his seat. He attempted to help Dowd with removing Kilmartin from White's, followed by his close friend's brother until suddenly, he heard the noise of someone vomiting. "Good God, man. Get a hold of yourself." He grimaced slightly, pulling out one of his handkerchiefs in case either of them needed it.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 23:04:21 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes oh dear | William had received word that his wife was at his country estate. Confused as to why she'd done so, the Duke began to write her a letter, only for him to scrunch it into a ball and toss it. He'd only returned home from a small trip, too, believing that his wife and children were home. Upon returning, however, his footman specified that she'd left.
The exhaustion from his return had him exhausted, but he was ready to mount his horse along with some other servants that worked for him and make his way toward Wellington. It would take time, yet he was determined to reach his wife and children, wondering what on earth had caused her to take the sudden trip to a location that they normally frequented together. The trip itself took him a day and half, a few stops made for breaks.
Dismounting his horse, he left it to the stable boy as he hurriedly made his way into the residence, not even bothering to offer his coat or hat to the servant that stood by the door. Simply, he asked where she was, and they directed him to the back gardens. Beelining toward the area, he found her figure standing there, seemingly distressed. Where were the children? Many questions ran through his mind as he fixated his attention on his wife.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 18:19:39 GMT
 tagged words not a clue! notes cuteness | "Yes, it is what I wish for." He admitted. Was failing to speak to Elizabeth again what he wished for? No, but he was destined to marry Marianne Talbot, another lady he was certainly fond of. Twirling the liquor in his glass, he tried to think of a distraction, one of them being Anthony as well as the dozen of women that had just entered the parlour, a particular redhead catching his eye.
Two of them, unsurprisingly, approached the duo and William was quick to rise to his feet, even for ladies of their stature. He would never disrespect a woman in his life. Those were forever his values. Offering them a small bow, he gave them space to sit by them. "Are you the room's incomparable tonight?" He asked her, only for her to grin and flash her feather at him.
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 17:41:13 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes man is in love | William remained rooted to his position, staring at the woman who'd captured his attention since the night he laid eyes on her. How could she be so oblivious to his affections, especially considering he'd revealed them several times that evening alone? Though he registered some of her words regarding her eavesdropping, he could not respond properly, purely focused on his thoughts on her and the way she looked that night.
"I have loved you since the day I laid eyes upon you," The Duke confessed, almost breathless at the admission that he had just made. "Do you not understand?" William approached her, keeping a distance at the same time, in fear that she did not return his affections. "If we were not in public, I would have murdered Lord Egerton right there and then," That was how enraged he'd been interally after experiencing that spectacle. "I have been living in hell since the first night I met you. You remain on my mind and nothing can pry you from it. Nothing."
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 13:34:33 GMT
tagged @alexanderdavenport @mstirling words not a clue notes fun! | William could not help but pale when Kilmartin began speaking of Francesca. Even the courtesan on his lap noticed his expression, moving closer to him and placing her hand on his cheek. He gently touched her hand, moving it away and quickly glancing around the room to ensure that Anthony Bridgerton was not in the room. Thankfully, he was not there.
Realising that there was no-one eavesdropping on their conversation, Will replied to Kilmartin and the Earl, "Helena is of the heavens and so, I understand the Earl's infatuation," He noted, believing it was acceptable for him to say so. Gladly, he'd changed the conversation. "Yes, a bourbon for me, please."
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 3:35:23 GMT
tagged @alexanderdavenport @mstirling words not a clue notes fun! | The conversation that the men were having was incredibly boorish, but William was used to such talks in the company of drunken men, especially those like Michael. He often wondered how they'd become close in the first place, even going as far as sharing some of his secrets with him.
Nudging Michael, he laughed, "Leave the reformed rake be, Kilmartin," Will teased the baron with a wink. "I shan't ask you of Helena Bishop -- I respect her as well as her father far too much." |
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Post by William Slade on Jan 2, 2022 2:20:00 GMT
tagged @alexanderdavenport @mstirling words not a clue notes fun! | Will simply observed as his friend made first contact with the harlots that had approached them. To them, the men were just culls — that they could sink their sharp, fangs into and drain them of most of their wealth. The Duke could help but chuckle at Michael’s comment regarding his ability to please a woman.
Taking a seat, he helped the redhead by taking her hand and gently pulling her onto his lap. A flute of expensive champagne was in her hand as she artistically dished out the raspberry inside and sensually took a bite. She was killing him. Distracted, Will peered over toward the group of men that Michael referred to. ”The Thames needs to be cleaned and they cannot arrive at a conclusion. I’ve said my part, much to their displeasure.” He sighed, taking a sip from his own drink.
Then, the courtesan chimes in, ”Nonsense, Your Grace, you must have won the masses.” |
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