<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Stuart Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/>Vic was working on his words in his head as he made it to the Stuarts part of Westinghouse. They had managed to keep separate parts of the house, quite well for it being one building. Cromwell was right of course, his terms were too much, perhaps not unreachable, but surely too much to ask for so soon. Vic never headed his father's words of taking small steps to a larger goal.<br/><br/>Oddly the servants where no where to be found, the house seemed to actually be empty, which was unusual, but he had given Maggie the day off, so it was possible that had gone through out the house as well.<br/><br/><strong>“Annie?”</strong>He said softly as he knocked then opened the door.<strong>“I feel the need to apologize, my terms were unreasonable. I should have never asked you to help me run things for the Duke.”</strong>He knew well he had left off that was probably what trampled what was likely the best thing he could hope for in his life, he had burned too many people over the years and bedded too many wives himself for a father to really trust him with their daughters.<br/><br/><strong>“I will leave for The Hedges in the morning unless you desire it sooner.”  </strong>