<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>The Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>When:</strong>Quarter after 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Thinking about life<br/><hr/><br/>The stables had been quiet when Hank left the house to head to town to catch the train to his meeting in Devonshire, he was heartbroken, simply-heartbroken that such a thing could happen. He had been warned, but still he followed his heart and married Vivienne. He knew her past, the past that she said was forced upon her by her father, but as he thought about it, there were things that didn't make sense to him, though he hated to think about it. He missed the days when he could sit in Archibald's study, now occupied by Lord Henshaw, and talk about nearly nothing at all. They had one conversation that was merely about the fascination of watching a duck use the facilities and both admitted that they wondered if ducks even used them as they were birds and birds certainly did, but they had never seen a duck, so they wondered. The conversation lasted for five hours.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes I was to go to the train..I will still be there by morning even if I leave late I wager.”</strong>He said, though his desire to talk was growing less and less. He loved all that he was doing and was able to do as a Duke, but perhaps the cost was too much? He sighed. Life was so much simpler, happier then it was himself and Archie and Lady Elizabeth, he missed her dreadfully, she was a great conversationalist as well, even more so than her brother, they didn't care that he was the footman's son, then the footman, to them he was Henry, just Henry, or Hank and yes, he missed his father. He would have been so very proud of him. He missed Victoria too, perhaps more than any of the rest he missed his beloved sister. He wasn't happy to see her leave when their mother died and take jobs as a governess, but their father told him that it was time for her to be her own woman just as it was time for him to be his own man. Now he knew the only woman he would ever trust again with all his heart would be Victoria, He called her Tori most of the time, sometimes Ria, but seldom did he call her by her full given name, but he would now if she wished it. He missed her so.<br/><br/>He sighed as he looked at the stalls in the stable, the various horses that called it home.<strong>“The Lady Katherine made it off alright?”</strong>