Who: Lord Greymore<br/>Where: Library<br/>When: day 1, before dinner<br/><hr/><br/>Archie had returned from the sitting room, into the library. The room had been filled with so many guests that he was soon forced to take a seat along the side, this was acceptable, plus he was near a girl serving drinks, so he took one. He didn't see his Vivienne, though he spotted Elizabeth, so he naturally assumed that his beloved was close at hand.<br/><br/>He nodded to a few of the guests as they passed, winked at a few of the ladies, though none of them beyond staff really took to his fancy, but as someone moved, he saw her, she was as beautiful as the day he had met her! Archibald loved Vivienne the moment that their eyes met, her accent, though she was often embarrassed by it, enthralled him and he never really got enough of it. He picked up his second glass as a young man approached.<br/><br/>Had Archie known that this was the sort of event they would be attending, he would have refused the invitation, politely of course, but no one would have been the wiser, for until he was married, Archie did't attend anything, but there was food and drink and promises of excitement, so how could he refuse? Plus it was a way for his beloved sister and his new wife to meet the others that lived in the area, it seemed the proper thing to do.<br/><br/>As the man started to become familiar with his beloved, Archie grabbed his third drink. "Surely she will deny him--It isn't even the start of the festivities--surely she knows this isn't the start and this is just the chance to socialize, surely she must know this." He downed his drink as the gentleman with her regained his familarity and his Vivienne seemed to revel in the other man touch. Oh the fool he had been. He hated the very site of it, the part of him that was dastardly said to take her on the floor and let the entire navy have go, but the part that loved her, the part that wanted the future Earl with her, that part wanted to stop the advance, stop the charge, admit defeat and his idiocy and return to his solitude.<br/><br/>His heart was breaking with every touch, every whisper--Did she know he was watching? Did she do this as repayment for his own flirtations? Did she see him with Alice and this was his own personal hell? Archie wasn't like the Henshaws, he had his vices and they where many, but this wasn't his world. As the young man toyed with the flesh of his wife's breast, Archie grabbed his fourth drink.