<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Claude Moreau<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 4pm<br/><br/>Lady Victoria could hear the coachman chattering with the new arrival and hoped their conversation would soon end and their journey quickly be resumed. As much as she had begun to hate the rough bouncing of the coach, at least it signified progress but every minute they sat unmoving was another minute longer to their destination.<br/><br/>“Have another rider for a spell..Milady, Sir.”  With those words her heart sunk and she turned her head away from the door.  She had become accustomed to the companionable silences shared with Monsieur le Comte and even welcomed his occasional conversation but the addition of a stranger to their party would change that. No longer would she be able to speak freely. If her head had felt better she would have buried her nose back in book and hope he would be too polite to interrupt. With that not possible, she remained facing the wall.<br/><br/><em>Perhaps he will think I am asleep.</em>She hoped.