Who: Henry Stuart<br/>Where: Henshaw grounds – The Lake<br/>With: Lady Greymore<br/>When: day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Henry_Stuart.jpg)<br/><br/>Hank pulled on Vivienne's hair, lifting her head as he kissed her hard on the lips. “Do you mean it?” He questioned, his hips still pumping her, though steady, getting rougher with each thrust in and out of her.<br/><br/>“Do you love me?” Could it be so? A lady as fine as Vivienne, in love with a man that was nothing, nothing to anyone but a servant? He hadn't been treated like a man in a long time, in fact this was the closest he felt to being a man. “Cum for me my love..I want for you to feel a rush that I suspect you haven't.” Hank was starting to wonder if Vivienne had ever had that pleasure, clearly Archibald loved her, or thought he did, or believed that he should, so he did, but had she truly know the passion of true love and passion?” He kissed her shoulder, now slick with sweat as he knew his own end was all too near.