<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>His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>“If Vivienne cannot control herself or her desires, then she must be sent someplace where she cannot hurt herself or others.  Someplace abroad that would cause little scandal would be best.  Perhaps, in her native France she will be happy.”<br/><br/>Lady Victoria smiled up at her handsome brother and the sight of his dear face so close to her own filled her with warmth. In the comfort of his arms she knew there was no problem they couldn’t solve together, no scandal or hardship they couldn’t face as long as they had each other.  She felt as safe and as comfortable near him as she always had as a child. She snuggled closer to him as her hand reached up to softly touch his face.<br/><br/>“Do not worry, dear one. We will find a way for her to receive the care she needs and you to have the happiness you deserve.  I suspect her father is a scoundrel and for a price will be willing to help us, no matter the cost to his daughter. How we proceed will be for you to decide but I know you will act with kindness in your heart.”<br/><br/>Then, as if to spite the absent Comte, Lady Victoria reached up and placed a gentle kiss on her brother’s lips.  Her soft, warm lips pressed lightly against his mouth as her corseted figured leaned against his chest and her delicate fingers held his face in an loving caress.<br/>