Lord Ambrose was quietly looking over the card and letters in the study seated by a crackling fireplace. Wine was set at a table nearby with a plate of bread and grapes nearby. His eyes scanning over the occasional greeting before he opened the letter sent by the representatives of the Duchess Apnea. He had asked that all letters and such were to be given directly to him and never opened. Those who did were to be disciplined in the ways only he knew how to perform.<br/><br/>He smiled a bit to himself as the woman did have quite the view on many things that others would find pure heresy. He runs his fingers upon the bit of facial hair that ran along his chin with a slight smile<strong>"Oh dear. Seems like the Dutchess is a trite angry if she is coming here so unexpectedly."</strong>He knew why she was coming. The Christmas Party of which he and his wife had orchestrated the event and despite the strong opinion of the Dutchess he would not deter his mind from it. There were many reasons to hold the celebration however but he kept such thought private.<br/><br/>His mind contemplates a few things such as where that blasted son of his ran off to this time within the house. The child had such vices within him, which took after his own legacy but he had not an inch of refinement it seems to balance it. More then likely he would be hearing about his antics soon enough. He exhaled as he would rise up and have a look around to go meet with his wife.