The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)
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				Title: <strong>The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 21:24:38</strong>
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				Located here will be roads travelling from estate to estate, the streets of London and anything else that does not take place on a specific Estate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 09:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>Lady Victory Stuart sat nervously in the coach that was carrying towards the long awaited reunion with her brother, Hank.&nbsp; She was looking forward to seeing him with all her heart but afraid that when she arrived she would find Lord Henry Stuart, Duke of Albany had completely taken his place. He had moved so easily from one level of society to the great heights of another with such ease that Victoria was afraid she was losing him. He even made a scandalous marriage with divorced woman, although, in fairness, Victoria did admit that Vivienne, the new Duchess of Albany, did seem very nice.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Victoria just hadn’t been able to adapt to their change in circumstances as easily as he seemed to. She found it difficult to think of herself as anything but Ria or Miss Stuart the governess, and to her he was still just plain Hank the footman. The newly acquired wealth and title meant little to her – she still half thought it would disappear as quickly as it came. With that in mind, she only spent half of the money he sent her for a new wardrobe and safely invested the remainder, confident it would support her for years if things went badly and she was very frugal.&nbsp; Of course, not wanting to disappoint him, she had bought beautiful clothing – a full wardrobe - everything from top to bottom, from inside to out, she had simply done it very carefully.<br><br>She did everything very carefully now, it was the only way she could make certain nothing ever hurt her again. Nothing and no one. <br><br>So, she sat in the carriage with a jaunty green hat perched on her red curls, a matching green velvet traveling gown corsetting her slender waist, making it appear tiny while accenting the full curves of her breasts.&nbsp; Her glove encased hands folded neatly on her lap; she looked every inch a lady but still felt like the run-away governess. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 07:03:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Claude Moreau <br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart <br><strong>What:</strong> Traveling&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Claude was still in shock over his good fortunes. He had managed to get a man into the service of Victor Henshaw, then to top it off get the same man in the house where his daughter resided. It was indeed perfect for his plans, for his revenge of her selfishness against him.<br><br>It was true that he had arranged to marry Vivienne to Archibald Greymore at a young age, but it settled a debt to the man's father, so he agreed to it, but for her to upgrade her status to a Duke mere months after the wedding. He was proud. It was true that he had sent a letter of warning to the groom after the fact, but really it was more a warning of what Claude intended to do, should he come to visit is daughter and find there was money to be earned. He would never admit it most likely but he had lost a lot of money in the marriage, he had to borrow to meet the obligations of the nuptials and ended up in the Bastille when he was unable to pay, but least he was alive. Alive because someone settled his debt and he was released, though he didn't know who it was that has shown him this kindness.<br><br>The kindness had expended a month later with a request that he come to England to reside at the home of his son in law and daughter and get a chance to enjoy the new opportunity he was being given. Claude intended to do just that.<br><br>Though Vivienne had only been away from him for shortly over a year, she had been married twice in that time. Claude wondered if she had serviced anyone in that time, it would be information that he could use to his advantage, Cromwell had given him some information, but only tidbits of various things, not much that was of much actual use, but he expected that to change once he was there in person and was able to see for himself.<br><br>So now here he was, sitting in a suit that was in fashion, and clean to boot! Across from a very attractive young woman that he did his best to not stare at, but he was too busy wondering about his new life in England to wonder about the form of the woman under the dress, though for how she filled the dress, he knew it would be a pleasure to see. Her husband was clearly a lucky man! She looked to be looked after so it was a natural assumption. He said nothing though as the coach rattled on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 10:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>Lady Victoria had barely spared a glance for the well-dressed man who shared the coach with her, at least not since she noticed that his eyes rarely moved&nbsp; above her chest to reach her eyes.&nbsp; Fair skinned, red haired and green eyed, her face and form had always been eye-catching but as the daughter of a footman or a governess in a titled house her beauty was not an asset.&nbsp; It had cost her more than one position when the lady of the house did not trust her husband to resist such obvious temptation and fired her on the spot.&nbsp; Sadly, the lady who fired her proved to be correct, for when she remained in the household of Lord Carstairs she found herself in love with a man whose only interest in her was physical – until he learned of her rise in position and wealth.&nbsp; By the time his tune changed and he swore his eternal love for her, Victoria’s trust had already been destroyed. <br><br>Now, she was determined to ignore her traveling companion’s lecherous gaze, so she looked out of the window as the coach made steady progress down the country road or she pretended to be enthralled by the small book of poetry she held on her lap. She would give him no reason or opportunity to engage her in conversation. She wanted only to end this trip quickly and join her brother. However, the endless stream of green countryside grew dull and the reading was difficult in the constantly swaying coach, so in her defense she simply leaned her head against the side of the coach, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. <br><br>That is until the steady rocking of the coach actually lulled her to sleep.&nbsp; In her peaceful dream state she failed to notice the little book slide off of her lap and land at the feet of the stranger revealing the neatly written dedication inside.<br><br><em>*To the most beautiful flower in the garden, the day will come when I will pluck you for my own.&nbsp; – Carrstairs*</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 18:34:07</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart <br><hr><br>Claude had tried his hardest to keep his eyes to himself as it were, but as he sat there in the coach, the only thing he could do was watch the lovely young woman as she tried to ignore his obvious watching of her. Claude really had tried very hard to not watch her, but it was in his nature he supposed, though he didn't know why, but he was always looking for an opportunity. It was as he was thinking about the opportunities that this young lady could provide him that she seemingly fell asleep and dropped the book she was reading. Had it not landed at his feet, he might have thought to leave it where it lay so as to not seem forward, but as he was trying to be a gentleman, he was french, he had it in him to be charming, least when it served his purpose.<br><br>Moreau picked up the small book and looked at it for a moment as he glanced to the young woman as he noted the inscription inside, he had heard the name, noble family indeed and one that he had never borrowed money from, perhaps that would be to his advantage.<br><br><strong><em>“Ze Inscription iz quite correct, belle fleur.” </em></strong> He said lightly. He had been trying to speak without the accent so pronounced, in more of an english tone, but the young lady was clearly asleep, so he left it as it was. <strong><em>“Zat and a charmant jeune dame as well.”</em></strong> Claude was instantly smitten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 23:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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 awoke with a squeal as a large bump in the road jolted the coach and caused her head to bounce against the wall of the coach with a definite thump.&nbsp; The sharp pain causing her to see stars, she squeezed her eyes closed and delicately rubbed her head with her fingers.&nbsp; Although the pain quickly eased down to a dull ache, it was a few moments before she opened her eyes and an additional moment before she could focus enough to see clearly. <br><br>What she saw did not please her.&nbsp; <br><br>The leering stranger held her book open to the dedication page.&nbsp; It angered her that he might have read the personal message Joseph Carstairs’ inscribed to her.&nbsp; Even if the words he wrote were now meaningless to her, they once meant everything in the world.&nbsp; She was appalled by the idea that they had been shared with a stranger. <br><br>“Sir, my book, if you please.”&nbsp; Her voice was soft and husky but she used the neutral, commanding tone that she usually saved for the reluctant children in her care.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she extended her hand so he could return the book to her possession but a wave of dizziness struck her with such force that she had no choice but fall back onto her seat or risk disgracing herself. <br><br>"Oh dear." she murmured helplessly as the world spun before her eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart <br><strong>What"</strong> Being a gentleman, <em>or trying very hard to be</em><br><hr><br>Claude saw the lovely young woman hit her head and he had to admit it looked at though it hurt a great deal. He moved to hand the book back to her, with his apologies for being nosy when she seemingly became faint.<br><br>Now Claude in spite of what his daughter might say was quite romantic in his own way, he liked his wine and he liked his ladies and not necessarily in any particular order or number, he had used his title far beyond what he should have been allowed and it was always from the kindness of others that he prospered. <br><br>He moved from his seat as fast as Victoria went faint. <strong>"Rest against me, Mademoiselle."</strong> He said softly as he actually offered himself as something of a pillow, that her soft body was in his grasp if she allowed it was a mere bonus. <strong>"I apologize for ze book..I waz not tinking. Perhaps if you loosened yur bodice it would help wiz ze faintness?"</strong> And his view.
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				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:57:34</strong>
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				<strong> Lady Victoria Stuart</strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>What:</strong> Being a delicate little flower<br><br>"Rest against me, Mademoiselle." <br><br>She swayed in his direction and for a moment thought how nice it would be just to close her eyes and rest someplace safe and comfortable. <br><br>"I apologize for ze book..I waz not tinking. Perhaps if you loosened yur bodice it would help wiz ze faintness?" <br><br><em>Loosen my bodice?</em> What are earth was the crazy Frenchman thinking? She pulled away from him and tried to sit up straight. <br><br>"Sir. Ladies do not loosen their clothing in a public carriage with strangers present and gentlemen don't even suggest such thing."&nbsp; Although her tone started off strong, even with all force of her will she could not maintain it. As her words trailed off her soft, husky voice sounded weak and confused. She struggled to maintain her correct posture and distance herself from this stranger.&nbsp; Over the past two years her had fought too hard to defend her reputation to sacrifice it to the kindness of a seemingly well meaning Frenchman.<br><br>She knew no man could be trusted and especially not a man pretending to be kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:28:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart <br><strong>What:</strong> Being a Gentleman: <em>or trying very hard to be</em><br><hr><br><strong>“As you wish.”</strong> Claude smiled as he placed the book in Victoria's hands. <strong>“It waz only a suggestion..I have a daughter meself..I know ze clothing is not alwaz com-fort-able..” &nbsp;</strong> Seduction was so much easier in french. He thought to himself as he extended his hand<br><br><strong>“Comte Claude Moreau.”</strong> Her voice was intoxicating, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like screaming out his name in the thralls of passion..<em>oh passion</em>..what a wondrous time of year for passion!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 05:24:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>But then his name caught her attention.&nbsp; 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."&nbsp; 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?&nbsp; I am the sister of Henry, the Duke.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And since he no longer had to be considered at stranger, Victoria was able to relax slightly.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>What:</strong> Conversing<br><hr><br>“Well she iz eh lovely fleur.” Claude smiled as he took the change in situation to retake the seat beside Victoria. “She waz the light en 'er Moder eyes, and mine azwell.” His french was becoming more pronounce as he tried to control it, but he was so taken with the beauty and her change as she discovered who he was that he couldn't help himself.<br><br>“I heve been working to emprove me Anglash, perhaps zue could halp me, no?” &nbsp;Claude smiled as he was really trying very hard to be decent, he wanted to prove that he could be a good man, it wouldn't last long, but even to show to himself that he could be noble, or the man that he once was was something that he truly did hope for.<br><br>“She ez aboot yur age..dark hair and eyes leek za sky.” He removed his hat as he looked to Victoria. “It ez a long journey, no? Are zue not sure zat zue want to rest zour head on me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 06:10:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>Now believing his intentions to be honorable and perhaps even paternal, Lady Victoria smiled kindly at her new-found family member, “Oh no, thank you, Monsieur.&nbsp; Releasing my hair seems to have helped a great deal. I suspect I will be fine in no time.”&nbsp; <br><br>She removed her gloves as she spoke and pulled her long hair over her shoulder.&nbsp; After running her fingers through the loose curls, she began to braid it into a single long plait. <br><br>“Your English is very good.&nbsp; I have no trouble understanding you.&nbsp; But I may be able to help, a little. I used to be a governess, so I am accustomed to teaching.&nbsp; My little girls already spoke English, of course, so I was to teach them French and a little Italian.” A frown of sadness marred her face. She would always remember those darling little girls with fondness and in many ways she would miss them yet she would never stop praying to God that she never saw them or. more significantly, their father again.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a sigh, she shook the horrible memories away, “I will help you with my mother tongue, if you help me with yours.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 05:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><hr><br>“Ah yez zat can help az well.” Claude replied as he looked out the window of the coach for a moment. “I would be 'appy to help zou wiz me tongue.” &nbsp;<br><br>Claude was finding it easier to behave himself now as Victoria spoke with him, it was actually an interesting feeling, he wanted to explore the flesh beneath her dress, it was still his nature, but there was something in her matter that calmed him as well. “Iz yor brodor like zou az well?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 06:28:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>Lady Victoria smiled at the kindly gentleman across from her, happy at last to find herself in pleasant company. She couldn't help but think how Lady Vivienne was fortunate to have such a charming and loving father. <br><br>"Hank was always the best of men. Patient with his little sister when we were growing up, supportive when I decided to become a governess instead of a lady's maid - as our father wished, he was always generous with his time and affection." The young woman's devotion to her brother was obvious with every word she spoke, even her expression had softened as she remembered their childhood together. "So, no. My brother is not much like me. I'm afraid I lack many of is virtues. Although, I supposed we have both always valued loyalty and have tried to remain faithful to the bonds of family."<br><br>Her soft expression shifted to a little frown as she continued, "I haven't seen much of him since our change in fortunes but I don't believe he will have allowed circumstances to change him or his values." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 08:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the roac<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Remaining a gentleman<br><hr><br>Claude thought for a moment as he took in what Victoria was saying of her brother, perhaps he had been too hasty to try to warn him of marrying his Vivienne? He had willingly married her to Lord Greymore, the family had been around for a long while and they were willing to pay him a dowry, the new Duke had forgone that ancient way and paid him nothing in exchange for his daughters hand, it was a grave injustice. <br><br><strong>“I 'em curtan zat he iz jest az zue remember 'im.”</strong> He smiled as he looked out the window, the first signs of anything resembling a building appearing since he had left London. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 10:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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><br>Lady Victoria continued to feel relaxed in the company of Vivienne’s father, he was family so she could view him as anything other a pleasant traveling companion.&nbsp; She knew that she was feeling a bit jealous of her sister-in-law, just a little bit. She missed her own father and considered Vivienne fortunate to have such a close relationship with her own. <br><br>“Do you really think so?” she asked and then continued to answer for herself. “Yes, of course. You must be right. I really do worry about the simplest things sometimes.”&nbsp; She smiled at her own foolishness. <br><br>She noticed him looking out of the window with interest.&nbsp; “What do you see? Will we be stopping soon? My head is feeling much better but I think I could do with a break from all this jolting around.” <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 06:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Remaining a gentleman<br><hr><br><strong>“Jest a Building.”</strong> Claude replied as he looked out the window a little more. He found the english countryside to be bland and boring, but he was also used to the french countryside, which might have been equally bland and boring, but in Claude's eyes it was the most beautiful country in the world.<br><br>He sat there for a good couple more hours, there was still idle conversation between himself and Victoria, but Claude had stopped scanning her beautiful form. The Lady was easy on the eyes, but Claude's eyes were growing tired. Then it happened.<br><br><strong>“I don't believe it!”</strong> He said as he nearly jumped up. <strong>“Finally I zee a man!”</strong> He was starting to think that the driver, he and Victoria where the only people in the country other than an occasional animal. Little did Claude know that the man in question was the Duke of Albany.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 06:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><br>Conversation with her new father-in-law grew at first idle and then became sporadic. Not because she had run out of things to say or lost interest in what he had to say but simply because sitting for hours in bumping, jostling coach was exhausting. True relaxation was impossible as balance and dignity were struggled to be maintained.&nbsp; What had started off seeming like a comfortable coach was now feeling more and more like a tiny moving prison cell. Even the beauty of the English countryside lost its glow, as hour after hour and sheep after sheep rolled by. <br><br>Although at first it seemed to be lessening, with each jolting bump in the road the pain in Lady Victoria's head became sharper and more pounding. <br><br>“I don't believe it!” He said as he nearly jumped up. “Finally I zee a man!”<br><br>Lady Victoria smiled weakly, "So it is true. We aren't the last people on Earth, after all."&nbsp; She turned her head to the window but couldn't see anyone one. "Who is it?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 09:17:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Remaining a gentleman<br><hr><br>“I waz zinking za zame thing.” Claude laughed as he smiled at Victoria, she really was intoxicating.<br><br>“I do not know.” He raised the shade a little more as the coach actually slowed as the driver stopped to speak the man.<br><br>“You Grace?” &nbsp;The Driver said as he greeted Hank. “Why does the day find you walking?”<br><br>“I just need to do some thinking, walking helped with that, though my groomsman was worried for my safetly.” &nbsp;Hank said as he greeted the driver, looking at the coach, but didn't peer at it's occupants. “I am heading to the Inn then to London to catch a train to Devonshire, might I ride with you?”<br><br>“Of course you can your Grace..there are passengers in the coach, but I am sure they won't mind additional company, I have no idea if they are conversing..its a Frenchie and a very attractive young lass..” The driver said as he moved slightly. “Can ride up here if you desire it..Inn is a good hour still.” <br><br>“I'll ride with your fares..we can settle at the Inn."<br>“We will not..my pleasure Your Grace.” The man smiled as he eased his reigns and tied them off to open the door. “Have another rider for a spell..Milady, Sir.” He&nbsp; said as he got the step for Hank.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 08:35:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><br>Lady Victoria could hear the coachman chattering with the new arrival and hoped their conversation would soon end and their journey quickly be resumed. As much as she had begun to hate the rough bouncing of the coach, at least it signified progress but every minute they sat unmoving was another minute longer to their destination.&nbsp; <br><br>“Have another rider for a spell..Milady, Sir.”&nbsp; With those words her heart sunk and she turned her head away from the door.&nbsp; She had become accustomed to the companionable silences shared with Monsieur le Comte and even welcomed his occasional conversation but the addition of a stranger to their party would change that. No longer would she be able to speak freely. If her head had felt better she would have buried her nose back in book and hope he would be too polite to interrupt. With that not possible, she remained facing the wall. <br><br><em>Perhaps he will think I am asleep.</em> She hoped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 17:44:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Compte Claude Moreau, Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> A wonderful surprise<br><hr><br>Hank stepped into the cab and after looking at the two occupants, nodding to the man, so he decided must have been the <em>Frenchie</em>, the driver spoke about, took a seat beside the female. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was young, and the color of her hair reminded him of his sweet sister. He really missed her so, especially now.<br><br>He didn't say anything as the coach returned to it's travels, but one thing was certain, though all three were well dressed, Hank was the better dressed of the men. The other was dressed for his station, and it was more of a french style of fashion, though that being said it wasn't entirely out of fashion with the English either. He finally broke the silence that had built in the air.<br><br><strong>“Have the two of you been traveling long?”</strong> Obviously the male of the two had perhaps traveled the farthest, but that wasn't particularly true either.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 08:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and Lord Henry Stuart, Duke of Albany<br><br>At first, it seemed to Lady Victoria, that luck was favoring her.&nbsp; The stranger was silent upon joining them and there was no need for her to turn to greet him.&nbsp; Unfortunately, a comfortable silence shared by two can be rendered uncomfortable by the addition of a third and the newcomer broke it with a polite greeting. <br><br>“Have the two of you been traveling long?” His words were spoken in a voice so surprising and so familiar that Lady Victoria almost couldn’t bear to turn and see their speaker for fear that she be disappointed.&nbsp; But of course, she could not bear not to turn either.&nbsp; So, despite her heart’s jump of excitement, she slowly turned her head. <br><br>Her bright green eyes fell upon the most familiar and welcome face on Earth, her own dear brother. All pretence of lady-like behavior was lost, as she squealed with girlish delight and cast herself upon him. With unrestrained joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. <br><br>“Oh, Hank. It really is you!” There was a lifetime of sisterly love and devotion in her voice, “I have missed you so much.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 14:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Compte Claude Moreau, Lady Victoria Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> A wonderful surprise<br><hr>In that one instant all the pain inside Hank vanished. It was almost as though God himself has heard his cries and sent down one of his angels. He was so happy in fact, that he actually kissed Victoria on the lips.<br><br>"Oh I have missed you so much as well. So much is wrong, but now you have returned to me and we can be happy once again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 10:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau and Henry, Duke of Albany<br><strong>What:</strong> A Joyous Reunion<br><br>Lady Victoria was so lost in the joy of the reunion that for a moment she instinctively parted her lips as his pressed against hers but the moment was brief and ended before she realized what she had nearly done.&nbsp; <br><br>He finally spoke, "Oh I have missed you so much as well. So much is wrong, but now you have returned to me and we can be happy once again."<br><br>Cradling herself against his chest at first all she could do was nod and smile contentedly but quickly the sadness in his voice brought a cloud over her happiness. <br><br>"Oh sweet brother, I don't know what has made you feel so sad but together we will face it and all will be well."<br><br>At last remembering that they were not alone in the carriage, Lady Victoria turned her head to Claude without leaving the security of her brother's arms. <br><br>"Look Hank, see who fate has brought you - more family to assist in your time of trouble. Your father-in-law, Claude, le Comte de Moreau is with us. Surely, both you and Lady Vivienne will now be filled with as much joy as there is in my heart."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 02:41:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart, Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Remaining a gentleman<br><hr><br>Claude had sat quietly as he watched the two across from him meet, his heart sank, then rose again as he saw that the man before him was presented as his son-in-law, it was indeed his lucky day, that luck changed when he witnessed the two kiss, and the kiss was hardly one he had expected a brother to give a sister, or even for a sister to return to her brother, but he also too note that they were clearly happy to see each other and that it might have been something that happened in the moment.<br><br><strong>“Oh I shall be quite 'appy to zee me dear Vivienne?”</strong> Claude replied as he bowed to Henry, though kept his eyes on Lady Stuart as he smiled. <strong>“It iz zo very nice to zee zat a brodor and a zizter cen get along az well az za two of zou do..it would rejoice me heart to watch zou kizz 'em again.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 08:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau and Henry, Duke of Albany<br><strong>What:</strong> A Joyous Reunion<br><br>"Kiss again?" Lady Victoria said with pink blush coloring her cheeks. "As we are family now, I expect you will see me greet him every morning with a kiss and bid him good night with one, too."<br><br>A little frown clouded her face, "I am not certain that is the way the nobility is expected to behave but surely among family, <em>our family traditions</em> can remain."&nbsp; She gave her brother another hug and quickly replaced her frown with another beautifully happy smile. "Despite your newly exalted position."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 18:26:04</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude and Victoria<br><strong>What:</strong> Feeling happy<br><hr><br>Hank did in fact kiss Victoria again, which oddly did seem to delight the man across from him, who being his father in law, rather surprised him, but if what Vivienne had said of him was true, then perhaps there was something deep with in the man that enjoyed watching things that should not be normal behavor.<br><br>“Oh it shall continue, just as all we have done shall continue.” Hank smiled as he looked to both of them. “I am afraid that my becoming a Duke has had its good and bad effects. But enough in that. I am happy to just have you back in my arms dear sister. I shall cancel my trip to Devonshire and let those there deal with the Greymore Uncle. I have no care about it now that you have returned..”<br><br>Hank unknowingly pulled Victoria unto his chest a little as his hands settled. “I am afraid my French is not well spoken, Monsieur Moreau, but I hope that we shall be able to have long talks about things that have come to my attention as of late.” <br><br>Claude merely nodded, but said nothing, his gaze drifting between the two as he settled on Victoria and then seemed to happily close his eyes.<br><br>“Tell me my sweet sister that you will share my bed tonight as we did as chidren?..that things can be as they were..I have missed you so.” Despite his words, there was no improper thought behind them. Hank and Victoria had grown up sharing a bed, their fathers quarters were small and while the Greymore's had seen to it that both had their own rooms, they were always happier when they were together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 09:21:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau and Henry, Duke of Albany<br><strong>What:</strong> A Joyous Reunion<br><br>Lady Victoria relaxed comfortably in her brother's arms with her head resting contentedly on his chest. The sound of his heart beat in her ears, its rhythm keeping time with her own. She remembered with a fond smile, all of the cold nights they spent snuggled together under the thread-worn blankets in a single bed, sharing the only warmth available in their drafty cottage.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh Hank, it would be so nice if we could share the comforts of our childhood again but we are not children anymore. I don't think your wife would be pleased by the idea of making room for me in your marital bed."<br><br>She felt tears cloud her eyes as she realized that for all the benefits of their new life, they had to give of some of the best parts of the old. Suddenly filled with a sadness for all she had lost, a little sob escaped her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:59:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude and Victoria<br><hr><br>Hank looked across from himself and his sister to the man that was the father of his wife. “At this moment I am not concerned with what Lady Vivienne thinks.” He said it low enough that Claude would not have heard it. “She has had no concern of who she puts in her bed it seems so why should I?”<br><br>Hank's mind drifted from Victoria to Jennings and the events in her room. “All will be as it should be now.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 08:11:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>Lady Victoria heard the sadness in her brother’s voice and thought her heart had finally broken.&nbsp; It seemed that despite his newly exalted position, the fates were being more cruel than kind to her beloved brother.&nbsp; If she understood his implication correctly, his wife had taken another man to her bed and flash of anger struck the little red-head.&nbsp; She had long ago learned to control her temper but never before had she faced such ill-treatment of her brother and had his wife been present it was likely Victoria would have given Vivienne a tongue-lashing she would never forget.&nbsp; <br><br>For her brother’s sake she forced the fire that burned in her to cool before she spoke.&nbsp; “That is right, Hank. Together, we will make everything right. The sun of our reunion will burn away the clouds of our unhappiness.&nbsp; I promise you”, she whispered for his ears alone.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 08:32:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude and Victoria<br><hr><br>Hank had been in fact so in despair over the events that he had little wish to even speak with Vivienne's father, though he did have questions for the man, such as life in France, even if Vivienne had embellished the events of her life there, though he was finding as his mind drifted to the sight of Vivienne in bed with Katherine that he simply didn't care, it was only then that his mind came to realize that she had been left alone with Vic Henshaw as well and he was certain that the man would soon take advantage of that fact, Hank was no fool and the other had made it pretty clear of his affection for the Duchess, Hank truly was at a loss at what to do.<br><br>“Might I inquire, dear sister, as you are more traveled now than when you left, if you were a man and you found your wife in bed with another woman, but would you have done to them.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:05:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>Under the circumstances, Lady Victoria could only assume that Hank was not speaking hypothetically. He had found his wife in bed with another woman.&nbsp; She had hoped Hank would be happy in his marriage, she was prepared to love her new sister despite her questionable past and the scandalous divorce. Victoria did not want to be hypocritical, she knew her own past was rife with fodder for scandal but the difference in Victoria's eyes was the fact that she had never willingly betrayed anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh Hank, I do not want to judge too harshly. But any woman who could betray one husband can easily betray another, it doesn't matter with whom. Perhaps an annulment is possible. It would be as if you had never married, and you would be free to find a love that appreciates you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:19:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude and Victoria<br><hr><br>I suppose it is something to inquire about.” Hank sighed, still not paying attention to the man across from then, luckily it appeared as though he had drifted off to sleep, it did make the conversation easier to not have him hear others speak of his daughter in such a way.<br><br>“I dispatched of the other woman, and the lady insists that it was not as it appeared, but I dare say I saw it coming for she has told me of such desires and her former husband even told her of the displeasure such a relationship held for him and she pursued it. I actually feel bad for him now as I lied to grant her a divorce and took the fall for her own transgressions with me. I have been such a fool, a jester would be surely smarter than I have been.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>"Oh Hank. You loved her. Love can make anyone do foolish things but that doesn't make you a fool. We will find a way for you to be happy again. But before you do anything, you must first consider whether or not you still love her and if you can be happy without her. If you love her and she loves you, you must forgive her and try to save your marriage." <br><br>She took his hands in hers, "A life without love, is one barely worth living. One way or another, you deserve to have yours."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude and Victoria<br><hr><br>"But I told her that such an act is a betrayal of my love for her and she still pursues it, it's a sin that will have her burning in Hell and surely even that doesn't stop her. I am in such dispair, Archibald divorced her because his love to see her happy was greater than his desire to make her unhappy with him. He is a much changed man, dear Victoria. I dare say you would barely know him. He has taken with one of his maids but he is not the man I knew nor the one that we grew up with." <br><br>Hank held Victoria a little closer to him as he held her hands in his. "I am sure that the Lady does love me, but I can not forgive her betrayal. I see her and the image is burned in my eyes and I only see hurt and hellfire for her actions." Hank had come down off his buzz from the drinks he shared with Jennings, the helping that only slightly as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 09:52:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>As much as Lady Victoria wanted to hear about her childhood friend, Lord Archibald, her concern was all with her brother. She would remind herself to question Hank about him some other time. <br><br>"I am sorry about Lord Archibald, truly I am. But he should have tried harder to make his wife happy, then he would not have felt she could only find happiness with someone else." She shook her head. "No, don't listen to me. I wasn't there, I don't know what it was like for any of you. I just want you to be happy, Hank - like we used to be.&nbsp; If that means being free of Vivienne and the images of her betrayal, I will do whatever I can to help you, my dear brother." <br><br>Victoria wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, "We will find a way, you will be happy again, I promise." <br><br>Victoria promised, knowing she would do anything in her power, whatever it took, to bring back joy to her brother's eyes and happiness to his life. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 17:50:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Comte Claude Moreau<br><strong>Where:</strong> Coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart, Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 5pm<br><strong>What:</strong> trying to not listen<br><hr><br>Claude had fallen asleep as best he could, but he still heard most of what was said between the two even in his dream like state.<br><br>"Zis iz me fault. I zould have delt wiz her in France.”<strong></strong> He said as he opened his eyes. <strong>“Lady Stuart, if zue were given the opp-or-tun-ity, would you dezire to live wiz za Duke here as his Lady and provide za home for him that a man of 'iz status dezerves?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 18:55:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>From the comfort of her brother's arms, Lady Victoria could spare a smile for the Comte.&nbsp; "Monsieur le Comte, as his sister, I am and will always be, my brother's lady.&nbsp; I will do whatever I can to see him achieve the happiness he deserves and I would gladly make a home for him, wherever he wished."<br><br>She pressed herself tightly against her brother's chest, "You know I will always be here for you, don't you, Hank?". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 19:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Victoria and Claude<br><hr><br>Hank nodded. Though the look in Comte Moreau's eyes told him that the man across from them was possibly exactly as Vivienne had described him.<strong> “I think he is offering to rid us of the Duchess so we can live as man and wife dear sister.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Hank should have removed his arms from around Victoria, but he didn't. <strong>“Or at the least as you as the Mistress of the manor in her place.”</strong> His eyes narrowed slightly, though is grip on Victoria did not waver. <strong>“Do you hold no loyalty to your family at all?”</strong> His words were directed to Claude, but the other did not reply, least not at first.<br><br><strong>“Zue do not hold each ozzar az a brodor or a zizter..zue hold eack ozzar as lovors do..” He smiled as he looked at Victoria. “Kizz him and tell me zue don't love 'im az a wife would love eh huzband, and you cen forget zat I mentioned et.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 00:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br><strong>Current Location:</strong> In a Coach on the Road<br><strong>With:</strong> Claude Moreau and His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br><br>Lady Victoria was silent as the gentlemen spoke to her. She remained silent and still for a few moments more and then looked up to her brother’s face.&nbsp; Cold anger was burning in her eyes and her cheeks flushed red as she spoke in a frosty tone of loathing. <br><br>“Hank, make the driver stop the coach.&nbsp; I have to get out; I cannot continue to travel with this loathsome creature.”<br><br>When she turned on the Comte, her anger was no longer cold now her eyes burned with a fire to match her hair.&nbsp; “How dare you attempt to sully the perfect love between long separated brother and sister with your foul implication? You make a mockery of affection and then have the revolting impertinence to express the desire to witness such an incestuous act.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Poor Lady Vivienne.” She turned her attention to brother, refusing to ever acknowledge That Man again.&nbsp; “Raised by such a foul-minded beast we can only pity her, Hank. We cannot imagine what it must have been like to have such a wicked thing as a father.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Filled with sympathy for her sister-in-law, a sob caught in Lady Victoria’s voice. “Even if you cannot remain as her husband, we must do what we can to see to her happiness." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 05:30:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Victoria and Claude<br><hr><br>Hank rapped on the ceiling of the coach, the sign for the driver to slow down as he stood up as he slid Victoria from his lap. <strong>"I will not make you walk dear sister."</strong> He said as he smiled, though it was short lived when he noticed the look on Claude's face, the man was clearly amused with himself as he rattled something off in French.<br><br>Hank wasn't exactly sure what it was he said, but his understanding of it was getting better thanks to Vivienne and he was pretty sure that it was something to the effect of riding her like a dog or he called her a turnip, he wasn't really sure, but the driver finally slowed enough that Hank could stick his head out to speak to him.<br><br><strong>"Compte Moreau will be walking to the Inn from here..remove him and gather his bags if he has them." &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>The driver looked slightly stunned, but did as he was told a few moments later the coach was resuming it's travel, Claude slowly trailing behind on foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 16:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>Lady Victoria’s French was quite good enough to understand anything Claude said has she been paying any attention to him.&nbsp; However, she was determined to ignore him and ignore him she did.&nbsp; She did not even look up as he exited the carriage nor did she spare him a glance to see if he followed on foot or sat down along the side of the road.&nbsp; She did not want to know.<br>&nbsp;<br>As the carriage continued along without the Frenchman Lady Victoria’s good humor returned. <br><br>“Thank you, Hank,” she said to her brother giving him a warm smile. “I did not relish the thought of continuing my journey on foot but I could not have tolerated him for another second.&nbsp; How could a gentleman become so cruel and beastly?&nbsp; Truly, I have never, not ever in my life, heard anyone speak so foully.” <br><br>She shook her head and chased all thoughts of Claude away.&nbsp; “I am glad; at least, to now have you all to myself.&nbsp; Finally, we can really talk. You must tell me everything, what can I do to help?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:38:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>Hank thought for a moment if he would take the seat that was now vacated or take his place beside his beloved sister. He chose the later, slipping his arm around Victoria as he started at the very beginning where he and Vivienne told the other of their love at the Henshaw's, told her of how Vivienne soon found herself ill and how they all left the party in a rush and ultimately how the events had brought them to their present moment.<br><strong><br>"I should have seen it coming for all the time that Vivienne and Lady Windsor spent together, but Lady Katherine is a very social woman, so I didn't suspect, and then there was the events of today. Vivienne insisted that it wasn't what it seemed, and that she had brought it to a stop, but you didn't see what I saw..sending Lady Windsor away was the kindest thing I could do, lest I called for a constable."</strong>&nbsp; Henry was thinking more clearly now, but he was still distraught as he held his sister in his arms. He had left out various parts, but the fact had remained.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 09:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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 absence of Moreau and the comfort of her brother's arms brought a perfect peace to Victoria, at last. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to pour all of her troubles into his lap and rest assured that he would fix the world for her. Just as he has always done, just as he always did when they were children. But she had escaped from her troubles and his were still in their future. His need was greater than her's, so she listened attentively to his tale.&nbsp; It started as a beautiful romance and she prayed it would not end in tragedy - for anyone. <br><br>"She is your wife, Henry. You can't call the constable on her, you can't create that kind of scandal if there is another way. IF you still love her and have hopes of a future with her, perhaps she can be cured of this sickness. Maybe there is a sanatorium or a hospital that can treat her and turn her away from that sort of sin. If you cannot love her any longer, then she must agree to a quiet divorce. Is the best thing for you. You must find a way to be happy again."<br><br>Victoria hoped for a smooth and polite resolution of her brother's troubles. Although she harbored no ill-feelings for his wife, there was nothing she wanted more than his happiness.&nbsp; If his happiness could not be bought politely than stronger measures must be taken. Almost ashamed for what she was about to suggest, she borrowed deeper into his arms and pressed against him for comfort.<br><br>"If she does not agree... you should send her away. Because she is mentally unstable. To an asylum. And then, after a time, you could divorce without her consent." <br><br>She knew they were cruel, horrible places and felt guilty for even suggesting such a thing for a woman she had never met but Henry's happiness was all that mattered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 16:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>Hank knew of course that Victoria was right, there was really no other option. Vivienne had already been spared scandal once when Lord Greymore confessed to his own betrayals, though most seemed farcical when described. Greymore was a good man, albeit a man that Hank felt he no longer understood, and though the two had been friends, the changes that had come between them were more than both men would be able to deal with.<br><br>"I do love her, but sometimes love it's enough I suppose and I fear that may be the case for Lady Stuart as well." Hank sighed as he looked to Victoria, there was just enough light in the carriage now that it caught her features beautifully. "It is clear that she can not control her desires, for I know that she desires others, and I suppose that is natural, but do I love her enough to forgive her, I suppose that is a good question as well, for I fear that you are correct and sending her away would be the best course." <br><br>Hank stopped talking long enough to look out the window, Claude still following behind, though slowed by the weight of his bags. "One thing is for certain however, Compte Moreau is not the answer, for if he is I truly hope we can control the outcome."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 08:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>“If Vivienne cannot control herself or her desires, then she must be sent someplace where she cannot hurt herself or others.&nbsp; Someplace abroad that would cause little scandal would be best.&nbsp; Perhaps, in her native France she will be happy.” <br><br>Lady Victoria smiled up at her handsome brother and the sight of his dear face so close to her own filled her with warmth. In the comfort of his arms she knew there was no problem they couldn’t solve together, no scandal or hardship they couldn’t face as long as they had each other.&nbsp; She felt as safe and as comfortable near him as she always had as a child. She snuggled closer to him as her hand reached up to softly touch his face. <br><br>“Do not worry, dear one. We will find a way for her to receive the care she needs and you to have the happiness you deserve.&nbsp; I suspect her father is a scoundrel and for a price will be willing to help us, no matter the cost to his daughter. How we proceed will be for you to decide but I know you will act with kindness in your heart.”<br><br>Then, as if to spite the absent Comte, Lady Victoria reached up and placed a gentle kiss on her brother’s lips.&nbsp; Her soft, warm lips pressed lightly against his mouth as her corseted figured leaned against his chest and her delicate fingers held his face in an loving caress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 09:31:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>The kiss, while unexpected, was well received. "Might you straddle me so I might look upon you?" Hank wasn't exactly sure what he was thinking, but he knew he wanted to feel that kiss again, soft and warm.<br><br>He leaned in and returned Victoria's kiss, slightly harder than hers, but something was amiss, he had kissed his sister before, but they were both younger then and now there was something he couldn't explain in the kiss or the look in her eyes as he looked at her. "He was right, wasn't he? We don't hold one another as one might expect." Hank found himself moving his fingers to Victoria's jacket. "Might I see how you have grown dear Victoria?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 11:30:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>"Might you straddle me so I might look upon you?"<br><br>Smiling warmly and heedless of her of her new velvet traveling gown, Victoria slid around her brothers lap. She straddled his legs and rested her knees upon the coach bench beside him.&nbsp; Her long gown bunched in front of her and fell to floor around them. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she settled comfortably atop him.&nbsp; To Victoria, it was as if they were children again and she was alone and safe with her brother – nothing in the world could touch them.&nbsp; When he kissed her she felt an unexpected flutter in her belly and returned the kiss with a gentle passion that surprised her. But as her lips began to part under his, he pulled away. <br><br>&nbsp;"He was right, wasn't he? We don't hold one another as one might expect."<br><br>Victoria’s soft red curls bounced lightly as she shook her head. “Of course not,” she said with firm conviction.&nbsp; Her bare finger idly toyed with a brown lock of hair at his neck brushing against his warm skin as she considered his question. <br><br>“The Comte was incorrect. HE judges our relationship, our feelings for each other by the standards of the nobility. Their children are raised separately, by servants. Boys are taught by a tutor, girls by a governess.&nbsp; &nbsp;They hardly spend any time together and cannot develop a close relationship such as we have.&nbsp; They love each other, of course, but they don’t have the closeness of a working class family.&nbsp; We grow up in two room cottage, we share everything, and we can have no secrets.&nbsp; We know each other as well as we know ourselves.” She smiled as Hank fingered the buttons of her jacket. “We have been separated for a long time but that doesn’t not change how we feel about each other.” <br><br>“Might I see how you have grown dear Victoria?"<br><br>“I think you’ll find I have changed quite a bit from the skinny, freckle-faced ginger I was when I left for the Carstairs’ house.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Blushing slightly, she unbuttoned her form fitting jacket while relying on him to help her maintain her perch on his lap as the coach bounced over the rough road.&nbsp; She removed it to reveal a blouse of fine silk that barely covered her tightly laced corset.&nbsp; Her full breasts were pushed high on her chest exposing fair skin and deep cleavage.&nbsp; <br><br>She gazed into his eyes and laughed lightly, “I remember when you said that I would be forever built like a boy.&nbsp; I think I&nbsp; have proved you wrong.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 05:03:09</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>"You have only changed on the outside, dear Victoria, on the inside you are just as you have always been." Hank replied softly as he kissed her again. "You were always beautiful, it was just my selfishness to keep you to myself and away from others that might take you away from me." <br><br>Hank's eyes drifted slightly over Victoria's form as he returned to her eyes, then to her breasts as they hit a slight bump in the road. "You are certainly not built like a little boy anymore, dear Victoria." Hank's eyes drifted again, there was a family secret deeply recessed in his mind and now, now he wondered it it was true.<br><br>"Is it true of mother and father? Were they like us?" He finally said as he couldn't help the reaction below that surely Victoria could now feel as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 08:24:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>“Oh, my silly brother”, Victoria smiled up at him between kisses; “You need never worry about that.&nbsp; No one will ever separate us again.&nbsp; I will stay with you forever, if that is what you wish.”<br><br>A rut in the road set the springs of the coach bouncing and Victoria wobbled on Hank’s lap. The feel of him between her legs brought a blush to her cheeks that deepened when she noticed his eyes on the quivering white skin of her exposed cleavage.<br>&nbsp; <br>"You are certainly not built like a little boy anymore, dear Victoria."<br><br>She shook her head and lowered her eyes.&nbsp; She voice was soft as she whispered, “I am nothing like a boy, Hank. I am a woman now.” <br><br>"Is it true of mother and father? Were they like us?"<br><br>“I only know that they grew up together, that they had known each other since childhood.&nbsp; I think they shared family, but I don’t know what that means. After all, most of the village was related somehow.”&nbsp; She softly sighed and looked into his eyes, “They loved each other, of that I am certain.” <br><br>“I love you, Hank”, was her quiet declaration as her hand slid from his neck to the back of his head. Her fingers entwined with his short curls as she pulled his mouth down to hers.&nbsp; She kissed him softly before parting her lips to tentatively taste the kiss with her warm tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh.” She whimpered against his mouth before breaking the kiss and burying her head against his shoulder. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:50:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>The roads beneath the coach had improved, they had turned onto a section that had become a part of Hank's repairs, he knew that he Inn wasn't more than half an hour away, Westinghouse a mere hour beyond that. <br><br>"I love you too." He replied, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at his sister, but for the first time he didn't see the young woman in a way that would stop him from kissing her yet again. His kiss moved to her collarbone as he sighed as his eyes returned to Victoria's.<br><br>"I am going to leave the disposition of Lady Stuart to your kind heart. If you deem her best served to live elsewhere, then we shall take up housing in either York or Albany and she may reside at Westinghouse, it was her home provided to her by Lord Greymore and I hold no claim to it. But if you find that all should remain, then I still desire to find a privacy with you that should be reserved for a wife and a husband." <br><br>Hank knew, so he thought, what he was saying and there was nothing in his words that he found wrong. All he saw was a woman that he knew would never betray his love for her. He knew he could forgive, but the question to which he had no answer was rather if he could forget.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 05:28:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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>"I love you, too."<br><br>She knew he did.&nbsp; She had no doubt that he loved her but those four simple words could mean so many things - love came in an infinite number of forms.&nbsp; How did he love her, she briefly wondered.&nbsp; But thought of how and why quickly flew away as he kissed her again. The answer was in his kiss and she confirmed it with hers in return. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath his, giving her love and herself.&nbsp; Their love was special - beyond brother and sister. She drew a soft breath as the warmth of his kiss pressed against her collarbone. It was an affectionate&nbsp; kiss, beyond passion and filled with intimacy. It sent a subtle thrill over her flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am going to leave the disposition of Lady Stuart to your kind heart. If you deem her best served to live elsewhere, then we shall take up housing in either York or Albany and she may reside at Westinghouse, it was her home provided to her by Lord Greymore and I hold no claim to it. But if you find that all should remain, then I still desire to find a privacy with you that should be reserved for a wife and a husband." <br><br>"We always will be together. Perhaps not always in the way that we wish but we need never be parted again. " She frowned slightly at her own words, knowing what she wanted may not be possible. "If Lady Vivienne's actions are caused by an illness, if she can be cured she must be forgiven. You mustn't stop loving her because of an illness and if you could live as husband and wife - you will have many children to bring you joy in your future together.&nbsp; If she cannot be cured, even if you end the marriage you must still take care of her. She cannot be held responsible for what wasn't her fault but you do not have to endure it. If her actions are willful, if it is her choice - then you can be free of her. Completely."<br><br>The soft sound of a small sob escaped her lips.&nbsp; She tried to hide it from him and mask it with a smile. "Whatever happens, I will never leave you. As long as you want me. I am yours, Hank."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:29:15</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a coach on the road<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Victoria Stuart<br><hr><br>There had always been something in the way that Victoria said his name that always got his attention, it was the same when his mother said the name of his father, he knew that sound and he knew that in that sound was the answer telling him that all she said was true.<br><br>"Oh you are stuck with me, it was father and Lord Greymore that sent you away, and I never forgave them for it. Archie tried to get you back, but all his queries went unanswered." Hank found himself holding Victoria closer as the Inn started to come into view, or rather the scenery started to clear and show the signs of occupation.<br><br>"Are you hungry? We can stop at the Inn and get something then head on home...home, I rather like the sound of that, it saddens me that Archie is no longer there to greet you, but you shall see him again soon enough." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Road and Locations about the Empire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JinxedMinx</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 07:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div> <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">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.&nbsp; 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.”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Her tantalizing body pressed to his and her warm eyes gazed up at him shining with purest adoration.&nbsp; “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>
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