<strong>Lady Beatrice - Queen of Hospitality</strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice smiled as Tsade entered the kitchen. His features unreadable.  Of all her boys he was  most like his late father.  The chilling stare had the two men at the table frozen.  Beatrice moved smoothly to her son.<br/><br/>“Martial, do you have time for a proper breakfast?”  She offered.<br/><br/>“No, mother.”<br/><br/>Tsade eyed the two employees, the plates, the door.  It was all the message the two men needed as if launched from a cannon they stood.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice placed her hand on her son’s chest. She looked directly into his eyes melting the frost and ice packs of chilling discipline with a soft smile.<br/><br/>“Are these my escorts?” Lady Beatrice asked.<br/><br/>“Yes, mother.”<br/><br/>“And your leaving?” She asked.<br/><br/>“Yes, mother.” It was then he felt the slightest click of a logic trap.<br/><br/>“I’d feel so much safer if they waited inside.” She said adjusting his tie.<br/><br/>What could he say but yes. He said it because there was nothing else to say that made any sense and by that look in her eyes she knew it. The two men knew it also. They had jump up from the table and waited, eyeing their half eaten breakfast.<br/><br/>“Fine,” Tsade said giving the two men a warning look about getting too comfortable.<br/><br/>He gave his mother a peck on the cheek. He could feel Lily near and that just ruffled another feather. Witnesses.  He hadn’t counted on that.  What had he been thinking last night when he offered to give her a guided tour.<br/><br/>“We’ll see you here for tea then?” Lady Beatrice asked as she placed her hand at his forearm and guided him to the door.<br/><br/>“Yes, tea time,” Tsade said lulled into going where he had originally wanted to go.<br/><br/>“Now no fussing about. Lily and I shall get along splendidly, so stop worrying so,” Lady Beatrice remarked.<br/><br/>“Lily?” Tsade said and looked for his blue shirt.<br/><br/>“We shall have a lovely breakfast while your off seeing to all the important things,” Lady Beatrice said as Tsade opened the door.<br/><br/>His look back to  Lily a promise as he peered over his mothers head to the woman that had managed to twist him in knots he could not seem to undo this morning.<br/><br/>But he would.<br/><br/>Oh but he would.<br/><br/>“Later,” He said and stepped out to the hallway closing the door behind him.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice turned and leaned against the door. Her smile brightened as she stepped to Lily and entwined her arm in the younger woman’s.<br/><br/>“We’ll have natter later,” Lady Beatrice remarked. “Let’s have a go at breakfast, shall we?”<br/><br/>