<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>His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>The thought of Lord Carstairs clouded Victoria’s beautiful face and her body stiffened in her brother’s arms. The mention of her past brought too many unhappy memories too mind, too much humiliation. Although there would forever be a place in her heart for the little girls she taught, what joy she found there would always be tainted by the pain that followed.  And although part of her wanted to share the misery with her beloved brother and shed her tears on his shoulder, she was unwilling to mar their glad reunion with the lurid details of her past.<br/><br/>“The Carstairs home was beautiful but quite isolated and Lord Carstairs rarely left it. It is no wonder I appeared lost.”  She forced a cheerful smile just for Hank. “But it is nice to hear that I was missed.”<br/><br/>She leaned slightly towards the window, just enough to look out but not enough to remove herself from her brother’s arms. She was a little hungry, but stopping to eat would mean leaving the safe little world they seemed to be creating within the walls of the coach and the loss of Hank’s warm embrace.  There would be eyes in the inn to watch them, they couldn’t sit too close, appear too affectionate or share any intimacy. She didn’t want to give up these perfect moments for a bit of boiled beef and stale bread.<br/><br/><em>But if it was what Hank wanted…</em><br/><br/>She said with an earnest smile, “If you are hungry, dearest, then of course we should stop.” But her body spoke to the contrary. She made no move to put her jacket on, instead settled back against him.  Her tantalizing body pressed to his and her warm eyes gazed up at him shining with purest adoration.  “Perhaps the coachman can fetch something for us. That way our journey will not be extended. I confess I am more eager for a bath than a meal.”<br/>