<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/><br/>Victoria took back her book with a polite nod of her head, no longer of a mind to read she slid the small book into her bag.  She was fully prepared to continue their journey in silence, even his comment about having a daughter of his own made no impression on her. It could be the truth or it could be a lie but ultimately it didn't concern her - she'd never see him again.<br/><br/>But then his name caught her attention.  Mentally, she rolled it over her tongue as she tried to remember why it seemed familiar. The dull ache in her head was making concentration difficult but she refused to let it go without remembering. She knew it was something Hank had said about...<br/><br/>"Oh!" Her pale cheeks flushed pink with a sudden rush of blood.<br/><br/>"Monsieur le Comte, it is a pleasure to meet you."  A small smile on her pink lips indicated a slight warming in her attitude. "I spoke the truth, we are indeed strangers but it appears we are also family. You the father of Vivienne, the Duchess of Albany, yes?  I am the sister of Henry, the Duke.  So you see, at least by marriage we are related."<br/><br/>Victoria knew very little about her sister-in-law except that she was French, her maiden name was Moreau and she was the daughter of a Comte. The whole country knew that she had divorced her first husband in a scandal that everyone involved had tried to keep quiet. Hank had said almost nothing about his wife's family, Victoria understood that he wanted her meet Vivienne without the burden of prejudice.<br/><br/>"I am Lady Victoria Stuart. Now, you must tell me everything about your daughter, so I will know her and love her as soon as we meet." But a father's stories about his beloved daughter could not prejudice only charm so Victoria felt no guilt about asking of Vivienne.  And since he no longer had to be considered at stranger, Victoria was able to relax slightly.  To ease the pain in her head she removed the long pins that held her little hat in place and the little pins that held her long hair in place. As she shifted the weight of her hair off of her head, she could feel the pounding lessen.  She ran her gloved fingers through it once, framing her face in soft curls, then allowed to fall in a solid wave of red down her back and curl in a small pile on the coach bench behind her.<br/><br/>"What is my new sister like, Monsieur? Do you think she will like me?"<br/>