Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br/>Where: Greymore's guest room<br/>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br/>When: Day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>Vivienne heard his words and she froze, how did he know? Had someone told him or did he possess some eerie talent for knowing what people were feeling? He had to know that she did love him, just not in they way that she should, her every waking thought was of Hank. She couldn't help it. The pleasure running through her veins, though it was great, was not enough to soothe her mind when she thought that she had hurt Archibald.<br/><br/>He deserved to finish, though. Vivienne kept on moving in rhythm with Archie, her hips in perfect tandem with his and she looked in his eyes. She saw a relieved and joyful look in them. Yes, she was in love with someone else, but wow...that hurt. It made her feel as if she was just a burden that was thrust upon him to fulfill some obligation to his father.<br/><br/>"Do you not desire me as your wife, Milord? Is that why you look relieved to be rid of my affections?" Vivienne had known that she'd been playing a dangerous game, but now Archibald knew that her heart belonged to another. If he chose to divorce her, she could lose everything. Title, money, notoriety, and most importantly, Hank. He was Archibald's footman and she had no claim to him besides the fact that his name was written on her heart.<br/><br/>