<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Study (downstairs)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Belle<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1 before dinner<br/><strong>What:</strong>Finishing his speech.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He smiled at her surprised look.  No matter the prizes, Lord Darcy still had a right to compete.  It was his party.  It was his house.  It was his rules.<strong>"I am entitled to compete in my own games my dear."</strong>He ran his fingers along her hair.  He didn't want to mess it up.<br/><br/><strong>"I want you to feel comfortable for your first time"</strong>Lord Darcy felt for his daughter.  She would change physical afterwards, all woman did.  It would be hard for her with whomever that won.<strong>"I am here for you my daughter."</strong>He smiled at Belle.  His eyes were still softened, the powerful man was less then such at this moment.<br/><br/>Lord Darcy knew that he loved his daughter and would protect her.  She had always been his little girl...his princess but that was then.  Now she was becoming a woman, very beautiful and attractive. Belle reminded him of her mother on the day they were wed.<strong>"Would you think of me less if I did?"</strong>Lord Darcy caressed Belle's cheek.<br/>