<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/kate-hudson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lady Katherine Windsor<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsors Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>About noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Tea and Talking<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Your father had you perform these duties in your home?”</strong>Katherine refilled her cup and put in more sugar.<strong>“I think I would pity the man rather than hate him.”</strong>Katherine looked at Vivienne before taking a sip of her tea.<strong>“Hate is such a strong emotion.”</strong><br/><br/>She thought for a moment about what Vivienne had been telling her.<strong>“It is a terrible tale, but you came out of it quite well, you could have been horribly injured and I have to say that you are a very pretty girl so the fact that the men were good to you might be something of a condolence, if there is any condolence at all.”</strong>Katherine took another sip, a smirk coming to her lips.<strong>“Tell me of their cocks..”</strong>She laughed.<strong>“I have heard that the more dangerous the scoundrel the bigger they are, is it true?”</strong>She laughed, but her question was serious.