Sitting calmly in the carriage Noelle turned her head to look up at the view of the approaching building.  it was so large.  She had known the man her father called friend was a wealthy lord but she had never seen such opulence even as a magistrate daughter.  She felt a pang of intimidation.  She only came because, well she wanted to thank the man who had helped her.  This Lord Perceval had n obligations to her, but he had offered to buy his inheritance from her at almost double the price!  the funds had easily allowed her to settle her fathers estate leaving his good name clear and keeping her free of any less then savory obligations.  Ones she had refused to mention in the letter.  She simply could not abide by telling a strange that the key holder of her fathers debt had 'kindly' offered to write it all off.  If she'd be his mistress...  What a vile suggestion.  Yes she may have been a spinster, but for godsakes she had standards.  She wasn't alone of her choice.  Being well read and not one for foolishness she'd simply found the entailment of her peers frustrating.  They had done nothing to earn their wealth!  Her father had worked hard to build his reputation and earn his position.  That had instilled in her the ethical meaning of earning ones place.<br/><br/>Her best bet was to become a governess once she had properly thanked this Lord.<br/><br/>Ethical earning was one thing but being some mans mistress was obsured.<br/><br/>The carriage drew to a stop and she collected the lightest of the boxes holding the rarest most delicate books as well as a final letter from her father. She climbed out thanking the driver for his help and looking up at the grand doors hesitating a moment, s big.. "Oh my..." she mumbled she was not a woman accustomed to vapors but this was far beyond anything structure she had ever seen, so grand, well befitting of a lord.