<strong> Lady Victoria Stuart</strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Claude Moreau<br/><strong>What:</strong>Being a delicate little flower<br/><br/>"Rest against me, Mademoiselle."<br/><br/>She swayed in his direction and for a moment thought how nice it would be just to close her eyes and rest someplace safe and comfortable.<br/><br/>"I apologize for ze book..I waz not tinking. Perhaps if you loosened yur bodice it would help wiz ze faintness?"<br/><br/><em>Loosen my bodice?</em>What are earth was the crazy Frenchman thinking? She pulled away from him and tried to sit up straight.<br/><br/>"Sir. Ladies do not loosen their clothing in a public carriage with strangers present and gentlemen don't even suggest such thing."  Although her tone started off strong, even with all force of her will she could not maintain it. As her words trailed off her soft, husky voice sounded weak and confused. She struggled to maintain her correct posture and distance herself from this stranger.  Over the past two years her had fought too hard to defend her reputation to sacrifice it to the kindness of a seemingly well meaning Frenchman.<br/><br/>She knew no man could be trusted and especially not a man pretending to be kind.