<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/>[hr<br/>Lord Darcy's chin came to rest on Belle's head. He knew she was nervous. There was a lot he was putting on her this weekend.  He took a long whiff of her hair.  She always seemed to smell of lilacs and roses with a hint of honeysuckles.  It was as if she spent everyday in the gardens.  It was heavenly.  He felt those blue eye looking up at him.  The man adjusted his head and gazed into her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"If he won it fairly who would I be to stop him.  He has every right as any man this weekend."</strong>his hand rubbed her back.  Lord Darcy put on the same frown then it melted away.<strong>"What if I were the one to win or if I didnt partake but instead stood by your side comforting you throughout it...how would you feel?"</strong>There was a softness in his brown eyes.  He wasn't forcing his will upon but allowing her to consider her possibilities.