<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>Lady Victoria was silent as the gentlemen spoke to her. She remained silent and still for a few moments more and then looked up to her brother’s face.  Cold anger was burning in her eyes and her cheeks flushed red as she spoke in a frosty tone of loathing.<br/><br/>“Hank, make the driver stop the coach.  I have to get out; I cannot continue to travel with this loathsome creature.”<br/><br/>When she turned on the Comte, her anger was no longer cold now her eyes burned with a fire to match her hair.  “How dare you attempt to sully the perfect love between long separated brother and sister with your foul implication? You make a mockery of affection and then have the revolting impertinence to express the desire to witness such an incestuous act.”<br/><br/>“Poor Lady Vivienne.” She turned her attention to brother, refusing to ever acknowledge That Man again.  “Raised by such a foul-minded beast we can only pity her, Hank. We cannot imagine what it must have been like to have such a wicked thing as a father.”   Filled with sympathy for her sister-in-law, a sob caught in Lady Victoria’s voice. “Even if you cannot remain as her husband, we must do what we can to see to her happiness."<br/>