<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Stuart Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/>“Whatever you have is fine Annie.” He smiled as he continued to stand by the door. “It's the one thing that parents don't think about when they arrange a marriage, but often times the one that is involved is an infant or perhaps older, and oh well, I suppose faulting them for it is pointless.”<br/><br/>Victor sighed. “Andrew was always my father's favorite, so really outside of him and maybe Arabella, there wasn't much planning to have me married to anyone of any importance.” He thought a moment. “I am not sure if you ever got a chance to meet them, well no matter, that are off to who knows were now.”<br/><br/>He stopped talking though as he finally just sat down. “It really is the better part of valor and I should have been thinking of your own honor as well really..I was just being selfish, but I told you that already.”