<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Claude Moreau and Lord Henry Stuart, Duke of Albany<br/><br/>At first, it seemed to Lady Victoria, that luck was favoring her.  The stranger was silent upon joining them and there was no need for her to turn to greet him.  Unfortunately, a comfortable silence shared by two can be rendered uncomfortable by the addition of a third and the newcomer broke it with a polite greeting.<br/><br/>“Have the two of you been traveling long?” His words were spoken in a voice so surprising and so familiar that Lady Victoria almost couldn’t bear to turn and see their speaker for fear that she be disappointed.  But of course, she could not bear not to turn either.  So, despite her heart’s jump of excitement, she slowly turned her head.<br/><br/>Her bright green eyes fell upon the most familiar and welcome face on Earth, her own dear brother. All pretence of lady-like behavior was lost, as she squealed with girlish delight and cast herself upon him. With unrestrained joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close.<br/><br/>“Oh, Hank. It really is you!” There was a lifetime of sisterly love and devotion in her voice, “I have missed you so much.”<br/>