<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Katherine's bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne, Lady Katherine<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Looking for answers<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“My sister is your friend. You you plan to bed her as well?”</strong>His voice was cold, his heart had been broken.<strong>“I was warned once that you only think of yourself, I refused to think it true because I loved you. I still love you, but--”</strong><br/><br/>Hank stopped his words, he was finding it hard to find them. Lady Katherine had yet to move other than to grab the blanket that was on the bed to cover herself.<strong>“Are you screwing Lord Henshaw as well? No wait..don't answer that—I know how you look at him—I have seen it for almost a year.”</strong>Hank backed away from Vivienne as he continued.<strong>“Our union means nothing to you. I have been faithful and all I have done was to give you a life I couldn't as a footman.”</strong><br/><br/>The pain was clearly taking over the anger now.<strong>“You want her to stay? You really want that Vivienne? If she stays, I go—clearly despite your words of it only being friendship towards her, but I have friends and I have never shared a bed with them.”  </strong><br/><br/>The only solace in this moment was that Lady Katherine had listened to him and remained silent.