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recreancyrpg · 2 years

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Welcome to Recreancy, Nat!

You have been accepted for the role of EVAN ROSIER, with the faceclaim change of Manny Jacinto!

He would never admit it out loud, but most Order members are people he would consider friends. Things have hit a point where he trusts them more than the carefully picked friendships his parents forced upon him to make sure he was surrounded by people who had their best interests in the Rosier family’s legacy.

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OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Nat, she/her

AGE: 25+

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 5/10 — I work multiple jobs, am considered a full-time graduate student, and co-admin a group of my own so I can be rather inconsistent with replies. Not inconsistent enough to not be able to post 2-3 replies a week but there are the occasional moments of overwhelm where I may get only one or none up. If it’s a case of not getting anything up I will reach out since I’m not one for dropping without a warning — ideally, that won’t happen but still just giving that disclaimer as a heads up.

ANYTHING ELSE: No triggers. Experience wise… I have been rping since Neopets’ forums. Evan would be a new muse for me. My go-to characters are usually Regulus, Frank, Lucius, Ted, Sirius, and Remus.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Evan Rosier

AGE: 29

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-male, he/him, bisexual but would claim he is straight is asked

I don’t think he’s done a lot of exploring with his sexuality but am also like nah, I could totally see him having snogged a few people of the same sex back at Hogwarts either out of curiosity or from being a tad inebriated. I hc him as having been paranoid about outright upsetting his father while growing up and could see the narrative of marriage and producing an heir being stressed as the “right” path.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin — near hat stall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin

ANY CHANGES: I would like to see a fc change but am not overly picky. Three I’m throwing in as suggestions include Manny Jacinto, Richard Madden, and Nolan Gerard Funk.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

The unresolved: cigarette butts. saving everyone but yourself. stargazer. deep breaths. black coffee. the scent of a forest after it rains. rose petals. bloodied knuckles. talking to plants to help them grow. conflicted. there to offer a helping hand. breakfast in bed. uncertain paths. holding hands beneath the table. kill them with kindness.

Strengths and weaknesses:

As the Rosier heir, Evan was raised in a way that instilled traits that the Rosier parents knew would be expected of the son that would eventually take over the family name. Although kind enough to care about their children, Evan’s parents made it clear there was no room for error during his early years. They expected their heir to be compliant, intelligent, and determined. Evan was raised knowing there would be consequences if he behaved in a way that made other families look down on him. Large infractions usually involved unsavory punishments and Evan was quick-witted enough to learn and accept there was little room to do the opposite of what was expected while growing up.

Even-tempered and resourceful are other words that could be used to describe the Rosier heir. Those ones didn’t come about until school made it possible for him to explore his sense of self without his father keeping an eye on every move he made.

On the negative end of things, Evan can be described as cunning and anxious. Feelings of anxiety are something he hasn’t been able to shake, primarily stemming from the few occasions where his behavior earned his being on the receiving end of his father’s disappointment and rage toward his actions. The sense of cunning is one that came naturally. He was raised knowing he was destined for greatness and taught to do whatever it took to get what he needed. Evan can occasionally be deceptive and proved to be quite charming during his Hogwarts years. A sly smile and smooth tongue had Professors wrapped around his fingers.

Although raised with pureblood ideologies, Evan knew to keep his prejudiced thoughts to himself, being calculated enough to save them for a situation with few witnesses. Salazar knew his father would have had something to say if word got back about Evan earning detentions for hexing or speaking poorly of other students. It meant forced pleasantries when stuck working with students the family would have considered lesser and feigning tolerance.

There is also a sense of kindness or empathy that Evan cannot avoid. It comes with the territory of having multiple sisters and having settled on healing as an occupation. This leaves the potential of being called soft, but Evan willingly uses the Healer’s Oath as an excuse for explaining being ready to clean up the aftermath of either side’s actions.

Excels and struggles:

Studies are where Evan most excelled. He has a thirst for knowledge that left him eager to learn. A strong memory made it easy to recall the more in-depth parts of the books he read. Healing was not his calling at first. The exams and work that were necessary for proving himself as a capable Mediwizard were grueling but necessary in ensuring the family name remained relevant and undoubted.

Evan’s favorite pastimes include herbology and dueling - a particularly odd combination but it has proven to come in handy now that things have picked up. He has a garden back at his flat and has been working to grow most of the herbs that are necessary for basic healing.

As of recent, Evan has been struggling to find a sense of self. His path was clearly laid out for him at birth and his involvement with the Order has left him wondering if his family picked the wrong side to support. Witnessing the Death Eater’s carnage firsthand has left him sick to his stomach. There is a lot of confusion since the task of infiltrating the Order was one he once considered an honor. The plan was to bring it down from the inside. No strings attached and no room for feeling guilty.

As the years of working with the Order have gone on, Evan has seen his feelings toward the idea shift. What was once considered an honor is now something that has left him bordering on properly defecting from the Death Eaters. The information he has been relaying back to the Dark Lord has been carefully crafted as of recent - no room for doubt and his providing minimal enough information to not give immediate locations of Order plans away.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Trigger warning: Neglect and child abuse referenced below

Evan was raised with everything he could have ever wanted and more. No request was too obscene and his parents doted on him and his sisters. He was raised as the heir - strict expectations and dire consequences if he couldn’t follow through on things. Being compliant meant toeing the line and doing as was expected. The few times he didn’t stand out as unfavorable memories. Skipped meals and the occasional slap were reserved for minor infractions. Major ones involved the use of his father’s wand. Evan has three scars along his left calf from having misbehaved while growing up. The process of earning them was traumatic enough to keep him from misbehaving and his father gave a strict order of allowing it to heal the muggle way - no salves or bandages to assist the deep cuts his wand made. Although positioned in a way to avoid the public eye, they served as a stark reminder that every misstep has its consequences.

Evan took on the role of leader when it came to his siblings. He set a good example and was quick to step up and claim to be at fault if it turned into his siblings being blamed for anything. The habit of taking the fall for his sisters was all too natural - where the family expected perfection, it was on him to ensure the younger Rosiers did as they were told. His saying he was disappointed in his siblings carried just as much of an effect as his mother or father saying the same did. At the end of the day, he would do anything for his sisters.

The only catch with Evan stems from his having avoided being bullied into a betrothal for over a decade now. According to his parents, he is unwilling to settle and still has time to find someone. They view him as dedicated to his work and the Death Eaters and haven’t fully pushed things since it took several years for Evan to earn his spot at St. Mungo’s. With Evan, it’s merely a matter of having an interest in someone his father wouldn’t approve of. The conversation has yet to involve properly-being face to face with his parents on the matter so he is more than happy to put it off, knowing the blow if he ever properly turns his back on the Death Eaters would be worse than admitting he’s head over heels for a half-blood.

Prejudices are something that were instilled in Evan from a young age. The family is of pure blood and fraternizing with anyone of lesser blood was strictly prohibited to the point where his parents decided which families had children that were appropriate for their son to befriend. He was raised wanting for nothing and his pompous attitude was something his parents didn’t disapprove of. Evan learned from the actions of his housemates that Hogwarts had consequences for those prejudices. He was able to keep them to himself for the most part but they are still there lurking beneath the surface and occasionally come to light.

The last couple of years of his life have been spent battling those prejudices and trying to unlearn some of the beliefs that were drilled into him as a child.

OCCUPATION:

Mediwizard - up for a promotion to one of the heads of the floor he works on at St. Mungo’s. He has seen a lot of carnage from the dueling sides and has taken the stance of assisting each side as long as he's undercover.

LIVING SITUATION:

Evan has a two-bedroom flat. The first bedroom is his and the second belongs to an incredibly spoiled Chow Chow puppy named Ourse. There is a carefully crafted greenhouse in his yard that houses the plants he uses for healing Order and Death Eater members alike.

His most recent development housing-wise is finally having convinced Theo to move in since they were practically living together anyway.

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX:

Evan serves as a mediwizard for the Order. Initially, he wanted nothing to do with healing Order members since the Death Eaters had him as the on-call healer for emergency situations. The Healer’s Oath, however, left him quickly realizing both sides would have to benefit from his skills. He has gotten far too used to people showing up bloodied on his doorstep, miraculously having kept healing the dueling sides a secret over the years through a strict ‘not assisting if not given a warning’ rule, merely requesting a patronus or owl be sent before showing up.

As for feelings toward the Order, Evan has settled on beginning to believe he picked the wrong side of the war. He cannot wrap his head around why the Death Eaters are targeting blood traitors - more specifically, those that are of the Sacred 28. He questions what more damage will come from the Death Eaters turning on their own kind. The Order seems like the more reasonable cause to support but he knows vocally admitting such will not end well.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Theodosia Selwyn: Hard, and getting harder all the time. An enigma at first, Theo’s arrival into Evan’s life was rather perplexing. He had to give some credit though since the girl had a lot of nerve in approaching the Slytherins to question their pureblood upbringings. He was willing to open up once Theodosia proved to be of use to him. Although raised with prejudices dating back for generations, Evan was more than happy to welcome the Ravenclaw into his ranks upon discovering how similar they were. She was clever and an asset to him so it only made sense to associate with her in a way similar to how the younger Slytherins welcomed Severus Snape.

Sleeping together wasn’t supposed to be serious — at least that was the agreement while in school. No strings attached, no feelings. Simply using each other as an excuse to relieve the stress of exams in her sixth year and his seventh and maintaining the close friendship that developed over the years. Fast forward a decade later and the two have hit the point of being nearly inseparable. There isn’t a specific date that comes to mind in regards to officially getting together with Theo. Evan knows things have hit a point where he can’t imagine a life without her at his side. He has been toying around with the idea of properly proposing, having kept the ring well hidden in one of the drawers of the flat they share.

It’s merely a matter of needing to navigate the potential consequences of admitting his loyalties have shifted - something that has left him regretting having introduced her to the Dark Lord’s cause in the first place - before he takes that next step.

Frank Longbottom: Doubt comes in and leaves a trace of vinegar and turpentine… Guilt has been the most recent feeling to come up when thinking about Frank. The two were close as children and drifted apart during Hogwarts. It was all too easy to use him as a way of getting into the Order and the stupidity in not questioning his motives was something Evan boasted about when first joining. Things are hitting the point where Evan would be able to say he trusts Franks with his life - a rather bold statement to come from someone who had initially joined as a way of feeding information back to the Death Eaters.

Daisy Hookum: Who the hell do you think you're talking to? A minor annoyance since he did not expect joining the Order to mean being bombarded by questions about pureblood life. Although attempting to unlearn some of his prejudices, he still can’t fathom why Daisy is so fascinated by the muggle way of life.

Hestia Jones: That’s the way the river runs. The habit of not referring to Order members is something that Evan has been trying to strengthen ever since he started doubting his stance with the Death Eaters. Evan has let Hestia in closer than most members of the Order. He has come to trust her and is rather thrown off by the dynamic between them. Having paid little mind to Hestia past the occasional chuckle at his housemates’ crude comments of her upbringing has left him wondering if not properly interacting with non-purebloods during his Hogwarts years was a mistake.

James Potter/Marlene Mckinnon/Emmeline Vance/Gideon Prewett: Doubt comes in, the wind is changing… Healing the four was an eye-opening experience for Evan. The worst part of things was knowing his own acquaintances had been the ones to do the damage. Guilt and doubt settled in and Evan is more uncertain than he was before they went missing. There is something completely unsettling in knowing that the Death Eaters targeted a member of the Sacred 28 - even with the Prewetts having been labeled traitors. Uncertainty has been plaguing him ever since he went out of his way to heal the injuries of the four and try to regularly check-in to make sure there were no lingering injuries.

Severus Snape: Oh, you gotta keep your head low, if you wanna keep your head... Too much time was spent carefully crafting the lie of serving the Order but spying for the other side. If Severus were to find out, it would mean their having the ability to undo all the work that Evan put into building relationships and maintaining the fact that he is, in fact, solely focused on the Order. Evan is more amused than anything else that the younger Death Eater has yet to figure out there are four spies among the Order. (I am willing to go Evan took one look at that situation and went “Alright, Theo, Emma… Don’t tell them. We’re placing bets on how long it will take for them to realize.” if the other two muns are okay with that)

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Anything works for me as long as there is chemistry!

INTERPERSONAL STRUGGLES:

I would say Evan spends a lot of time walking on eggshells. He certainly would have his guard down by this point but his relationships early on in things would have been his deliberately trying to distance himself. He’s kept his death eater affiliation under wraps since joining and intends to keep it that way.

Where it’s been several years of working with the cause, he has come out of his shell but still carries a lot of anxiety toward the Order finding out his original affiliation or the Death Eaters discovering his plans of defecting to the other side. Either option is unthinkable since it would mean losing the support system he has come to rely on or being branded a traitor and facing the consequences that accompany that. Or worse, both.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? My application is 100% Rachie’s fault since she nudged me and I have zero self-control when it comes to rps that have a new take on the Marauders’ universe.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL): Throwing a younger sister of his into the mix could be interesting - especially if it’s a case of her not being marked and Evan never expecting to have direct family involved in either cause. Evan 100% would’ve taken the mark for the sake of his siblings not having to do the same and would’ve been silent about infiltrating the Order. I didn’t really dive into his family as deeply as I could have for the sake of acknowledging I’d be down for his having a sibling join the group.

ANYTHING ELSE? Pinterest. Playlist. Thank you for taking the time to read this over.

#recreancyaccepted #evan rosier app

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skxrbrand · 26 days

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Safe from boops

#skar vc: sounds like a short person problem tbh #HIS BURNING GAZE (DASH COMMENTARY);#MUSE STATUS (TEMPERED RAGE);

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kharrneth · 1 year

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NO! NO! NO!

#//MISSION FAILED WE'LL GET'EM NEXT TIME #Eye of the Gods (Dash Commentary);#Muse Status (Tempered Rage);#CACKLES

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xaracosmia · 1 month

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, ADDER. 🌗

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: payton age: 23 pronouns: they/them ooc contact: bethjohanssen (tumblr) or cospayton (twitter) other characters in xc: parker davis, jimmy smith, zenirith aldeir, tiger

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: “Adder” (real name unknown) age: 26 pronouns: he/they/she (used interchangeably) series: oc canon point: present day app triggers: mentions of human testing

personality:

Who do you become when you get everything you want? What happens when you have nothing to motivate yourself anymore?

Adder has become lackadaisical and careless, believing nothing really much matters anymore. An outward physical appearance of status and class betrays the personality of someone so… blasé. Adder is rough around the edges… Careless yet callous, but never quite cunning as one would expect a “supervillain” to be. Why worry about thinking complex schemes when you can just cheat your way through the easy ones? Adder has all the aesthetic showmanship of a master villain but none of the follow-through.

something your muse struggles with: Adder has the shortest temper known to man, especially now that she can get anything she wants. If things don’t go Adder’s way or someone ticks him off he’s prone to extremely immature behaviours. Childish tantrums, fits of rage, long-held grudges, and petty squabbles are the name of Adder’s game.

your muse’s greatest strength: Somewhere down underneath all of this is the person Adder was before… Before the showmanship and rollercoaster life of a supervillain there was just… a person. Someone who laughed and loved and cared about life and others. And maybe, just maybe, that person is still in there somewhere.

history/background: In a world where almost everyone has some sort of small superpower where do you fit in as an average human? Will you become the damsel in distress or will you take a stand? And what happens when you’re so average that you’re willing to do anything it takes to feel like you stand out, no matter the consequence?

it doesn’t matter who Adder was before all of this, though. Who cares that they signed up for a new super serum’s human testing? Powered individuals are just a normal occurrence in Nooh Yawk anyway, with most getting them through genetics or freak accidents (Both if you’re particularly unlucky.) The blossoming market of lab-made powers was a recent addition, however.

What matters is today, what matters is Adder. Part of an unofficial group of Nooh Yawk-based supervillains who act more like a book club than any real threat. Sure they rob jewelry stores, crash mayoral galas (more on that later), and cause untold amounts of property damage… But they also get brunch where Adder’s clawed companion Dusk skewers mini-pancakes like they’re going out of style.

If most of Adder’s crimes seem to be pointedly towards Nooh Yawk’s newest mayor, Vivian Gardener, then who’s really keeping track? Her entire political platform revolves around stopping those with powers with her vast resources used to track down those who use powers outside of the law’s confines and without care for who or what is hurt.

It’s really hard to stop someone who can just tell the cops to fuck off and they have to listen, though. Even then, citizens of Nooh Yawk wonder… Adder can just compelled the mayor to stop, right?

…So why don’t they?

powers/abilities:

Thought Compulsion

With mere words, Adder can command someone to do something and they’ll just… do it. They’ll act like this is always what they wanted to do, as if it was always their will to begin with.

When using this power, Adder’s eyes will shift to a glowing purple hue,

All thought compulsion powers will be done with mun approval beforehand to prevent god-modding (He usually uses it for stupid purposes anyway).

inherent abilities: Usual human abilities.

items/weapons:

Engraved silver ring

“Gardener for Mayor” campaign poster

FBI Most Wanted poster with Adder's lazy, smiling face plastered on the front

“I <3 Nooh Yawk” customized photo keychain with a photo of a fresh-faced brown-haired woman and a young boy who looks strikingly similar.

starting ability: Thought Compulsion

starting item: “I <3 Nooh Yawk” customized photo keychain

extra:

imagine meeting a guy w/ thought compulsion powers and you get into a fight and he just yells TOILET. SWIRLY. GIVE YOURSELF A SWIRLY NOW. what would you do (give yourself a swirly, duh. you have no choice)

each year i have them as an oc adder gives me more and more gender envy.

will you guys forgive me for apping ANOTHER muse with a purple colour scheme? we’re at 3/5 now

I hate this guy can we kill them

discord id: carelesswh1sper

#xc application #mun: payton #mare cosmia

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libidomechanica · 11 months

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Untitled Poem # 9713

A sonnet sequence

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The weary toyle, with heroes—and God his glory in hear thanks. Stuff you be, were merry and glad to see, and pray: yet since followed dost wakens: wake their doors ajar? A naked stood besides the watercress some eighty verse shore, if I drew men’s heart— as spring; hero, buffoon, half-dirt, preparation, lust is permanent and wilt say they call back to me gain in uniform. Wondrous verse, with any of coral, but this: Once young folks of old, the same timely grace, why you should affianced behind seen by their though she lies a bridge of wisdom, future, sacred brooks, throw my rage, who was stead: one unbecoming our flight: with greater. Still she very close my sister. The lassie is glaikit wi’ the high look, ourself three years till the pronounces latest chief they presence. To lenger proof—oh if our louely eye: the Virgil cold, but, swollen cheek had raise plainly clad, besmear’d.

But I who can ye lowre, on the grim Avenger proverb of the Curse of the earthly eyes the dim-gray dawn; but still and do ye there to sprinkled on your drawen work, the distant things high through to know how to serves: who calculation then silent Dead the grim and griefe with a diploma, just not stopped crackling. No eies witty: he made, should contaynd in her arms, as I know out above that like my pouch I may scarves—where your Johnny, Next Camus, reverencing but a third motive was beams along there to lead they do so. An fondly fears, like a fool; and cram him out above the cliff and paper baggage at their prey, turned away from just; till advantage of happiness at a rest: but yet, like prison you were French her eyes may be vaine bubble, and then all along; and why should one of war turn’d round the misses swift Hebrus to hear the viands. Be to end. Whiles diuinely writ.

To lead this world, of all this mother’s dye! As he would break; till touch we entered that harbors me and make that sooner had past reason didst buy, witness up, and all with full lips, so strongly in my necke doth wake, should bring toward heaven round ball above that I am dead the solitary paine: by Fenelon, yellow autumn turn’d to incense their head, A kerchief sae douce and dare a coming out of multitude that loue to raise, such basenesse is clasping castle. To vew: but onely valley and readers divine when he will with soure is made to taker mad; mad in story?

Shake and knows, where Deva spreads her mood than the morning, and leafy shaw, and slander, die. The Prince all-fragrant mew, a-painting not cold, as that simple, so sweet Idyl, and we in our own guide: least doth flow, since follow the should loved, a double worthlesse beame of the sexton tolled thee do melt with me, love, her eyes so great: some fraught of fever, yet linger is your voice of precaution of the dreary pole so masked, Madam, he that you to future throne, all of your lives, all the punch. What warnes al louers bowre of random sweep through greedily her smiling far extent on your beauty company!

And she wakes, then is my mother of the failed; then, with Bab-o lest thou honour and did faine my Door-way but if thou lo’es me at, in purest pledge? Ne ought, and icy clime. Once a king his seat with them in thy birth of the metaphor, I thinking deep wit, that sunk low, bugle; and as old compare: and shove awayt to come out of yoga and hears the grim look, with his father’s pocketbook. But then, Sisters afterwards. A hole, Nay, we three slim shape suggested silks the cedar-shadow, Time; but the wall. The roadside, from this grief, of dogs and hardens euermore heauenly ray at sight; ne ought.

When slowly still—It’s art beat this loue: in fields are falling gall. Being breeze in true that should I seem a kindled astray: but our flesh and loveliness. The statuary it is snooded in a little peace the middle of your own hall guide: fayre sights, which a gullet’s get the perfection. Where Cupid stood by her fellow was deep clos’d o’er they are lyke to yet since so cruell prayses yet green would spring when I ’d following those small; not the great name, so far in highest is, but know the sky, or pure immortalize. Village of purpose love with tear Blame not with it, and a pose.

Proud of mine, say, though she that didst tel, is of that, ’ she answered Jasmin, and arms! My loue the light compliment Nikolaiew regiment, telling eies, whilst the poetes healèd me, and for they must: puncture ye see the wave may be to mount the Reason; Lust that is the rose, held water-side, and every gust of the dancing stony names want orange to sustayne, how can’st thou leaves. Pardon, sometimes seizes warriour doth worke in thee by putting from the heard no: now I thought once all-weary years, to set but his rage unbred; ere you some scene castles to blame for once more, and we make your seek of joy.

’Re my fond of my soul.—Who bind my wrath did smell lyke to the walked reciting by the not what ever hart-thrilling, may knowledge is fulfils defect in story to my selfe were richesse to promise otherwise’ she said, which is components be got at all, and hanging good. And now, my lads, for however vain, that by thy selfe the west amongst they? And can no doubtful hope of the Nikolaiew: and slept, filled; whether thralls he rising thews the same radio. A bird, the first great rings that is to scramble at the present. And shove away to follow. Then nor would have a bit of please.

My secrets, sat Sulayman and let the others of rabbits by morning, the light coin, the ocean’s fall, one of all-judging in Sant’ Ambrosiall meet something peace. Return is as it narrow joy is become a Ring of eyes in the smart, but came close my cloud drag inward like arrows fresh again. Weaned out of slaughter what please to any chaunce shoulder, a birthday she princely poet, musician, paint soul, his letchery being with my rage until it’s declining vntill ye haue, then she’s ta’en like sun and wave, touch’d my mind, and height, not on him that to the historian added thee.

Last I fill the Lady Psyche, ’ I said: farewell, in which he demands they were jacks and verses swiftly by, or thee! Though the think ye are in October, they found some confounded hath in woman’s beck, became her faults in they were, and calm: then complaine. Then shall meed of merit? Except possibly for cash and learn how they at ev’ning on the wise men with the Indias of a single act of immortall this sundry year, and ever-varying him too; as it mend with pearly lovèd, but like a stupid stood, engirt with proud, she mocking your skill reply! Yet hang the un-apple.

As Diane hunted on you move so ease my madnes, to some succour dear Cloe, how fair and at the caves. From a Jewel, her House with old Baron with favour mynds enur’d to lift my mind, to do it, being has got another lingering for all. And tell no more henceforth eternize, som heuenly borne. From the porphyry font: the Prince; you catch her hart beating thy heart the intensely, and the Danube’s border were furled. Resembling at the poor thine, O let me tells us of immortall, cherry, what’s too rashly on the main, and in my copy-books, scrawled the Latin I constrayn.

Sit on maidens, highest: wink and the bottom of the sacred halls held carnival, and many more—one liked him in a rage: we get our only she wept my faults with her fayre tresses Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, then the was leave to the top, he is she said them charge with her vnmoued mind will remayne, but is the bricks his heauenly ray at sight whatever ready to come upon the silver throng, all will thensforth was thy sweet is true that of Ianus gate, and so their belles and think the hills; that bottle- conjurer, John Bull, but bitter is high-prompt disemburdening. On the moon.

To get lost a ball than we stood, melissa, O pardon me like the world. You sudden long in her eyes and teach me, above them—sometimes the warp not. Must I resembling at the new love I would writer of thee cannot long shall eternall peace that high, could be grau’d in pithy phrase, in the death forth him opprest. Thinking though she desire. When out of her eyes now no end that goodly guifts of clear of this verse you that bonie faces in me anyhow our often claim it thee; azure pillar, her light: tis that chearefully as that doth friend, then yourself three scorn delight, the pock!

Oh if our earth tis to cope with his story sometimes the sod from paines, color disappointment pleasant me love repayre. Should have the which leans to drilling of your freezing cold arms took both pure was a garden plaste. Or make, to be The crane, ’ I begin, and men; for whom fresh and nothing thews the still as say,—paint away, and tell her side and the sun gutters by any art. Until each by so meane degree. To shun the certaine: and speaking lover, floats airily out the ins and tranquility: full many hours borne: to leaue to gaze o’er what it is the amorous storm.

His poor health and newer purple together, but here are one: so fold that lift up seas to incense the longed-for years his pill; sweet and flashes borowd fayre a placed and love, and say: they be, what need not what through a potato. The room is turn lived the vale; the more augmenteth, as e’er was come to rest: and is not your life I had a christall clene, thousand here then bent; I cannot, what may fail; a music-notes, when, as low, besides allure: from whose hope-hour story to you make these two arms; and can no men and buikit and all his bough. Underneath the beaten, if theyr snaky heads drawn.

Must still amazement lyke vnto the green leaves. Your name be what look at they drew, constrayne. Permit me, now—why, I seemeth in life, in sad experience which I vnto her hidden or for glory to attack the effect but lies and purer her doubtful hope that goes allured, as Mars no division to me; while alone she full, that footprint hard, but root. Listen and learned letters to travel staving heaven’ he added; she with bayonet that wondrous things, armies still to eased be. Whose helpless I whose curelesse to pre-occupy. The king hand that I in your heart of a’.

Glows; mild as a stinger hovering Beautie be, if more miraculous teare, and always see this foolish ordering free, then from the morning not come; for I wisht, yet long, with erring planet that after-hands and I would haue powrefull couple of yoga and the commenced a cannot aid me much as they growth, whoe’er his rest: if at length begun. But speak; it fall into the Smiths’ whom The Wise Self-subjected, it never move, my great and couple withdrawn from which their tongues so that we mixt with clay. She rough I never which way back, see you, I liked you out. And straightway spent, and long lacked fyne.

Yet doth endured her seen. Sun-shaded in felicity’s estate—while fancy flattered stars, and wood, with her think is necessary, may reach me at London, the silence with sterne could we wounded! Let me liue with all this lubberly defect; the made, that I mean to save you esteemed too sadly swell as the cause they naked stood at a’! Day, where I die, and culminated and shall dipt in Angel offices of Nature be but of tongue: none else to moue, wi’ the that glory, the minstrel’s skill the chace, when they rode beside the happiness in front, of colour’d by so meane degree.

Is that straight, oft in this bough, as I must, when you doe combat with her theme she full of you calme the lives, and saw the hum of art and hoary, her great vision to me; while o’er them to the acacias, and had been there’s the secular emancipation and added to win. He asked, Madam, all unconscious name. Immediately vile, that same times call’d to the Northern front on her I climbing, Cyril’s random sweet flowers to the Herald plate as it all this I see Tweed’s a task growling, pray you from the river make vnpitteid spoile, And the gift of the man that love’s fresh air.

Are further footstoole humbled hart will, and hold my want of the digits of gentle dear maids should have many a wisp, a gardens euermore her liues last likely I should suffers accompany, have drawing on this lyke lillyes, ears, yourself three shirt your berries haue bred. And of my princely poet, must spell out of twenty summers. The tender now, surrounded my love when it grow to roll the rope that I am not finishing faint on the drunk as a warming age, and the color disappointed in a clapping of themselues and she history: they say love is disamed.

Secrets of delight: that Angel officer rose upon our mighty charm which doth not triumph which they beard what wondering waues, and ruins all the walls a thousand hurt you, ’ said Cyril, Madam, ’ that out a Tory at last, but that from its long halfe for our lives a single drawing the major from him oppressed in the first time of warlike a weary hed: and you wish for wishing doubt, I’ve watch’d out of presence fleet as she laugh outright; whereupon she will. His heart was turned to the Sun grew both God and the wisest maiden barke was one man quod I that men should have; choose, thy Kingdom of job,—what the first in fact; and out some sweet balm upon the mute still be able to add a stone to nothing. By conditions art. Alas your Highness brood: and warnes the broom, without end; nor shames to be with whom thou lurkest lyke dying. When homicide, but hauing it doe stare of other’s gripe!

Softer Adams of your skill remayne. The worlds richly dight along your brows, perhaps might reading graceth, sweet, as if for his trance, she answering on the front, and John Bull, is not know! Of windows do display, of such worse this new and call doffe her feet thou lurkest lyke the heath out of prejudice resmooth together is a new flame up a horror over me too sorely wrapped crack like hollow shows, could not thy hapless eyes, the cover … autumn turn, left in they too far enough; sweet is time doth end by Plato; by Tillotson, and tocher sae sleeping flight. Dark is my loue conuert.

In want a flag in, or the bump I ride among the graunt small familiar, universal and become a message from high worth, suffering other mind; bubbles of my masks, and of benevolent ease to critic, more: not the unebbing breezes reinvigorate do me more stedfast with fancies vayne: for the powre, wherein, there was grace: but is the other cold woman’s wife put on glass, the ladies leaving starting from dusk cocoons, so I would lose that, from the better thirsty, from our more acknowledge and eagle clay, do not knowing round the sparke. Not there thinke to another side.

I honor, through amorous house; men have? You tell the rest a dwarf-like power, the tangles of cherries haue the which pye being my love begets, that beautie be, letting through the dare nothing framed, their college and scarlet, and the great round under the cleft me inclynd: that wall of tender seemed a truth! Brake, as to death. A-painting-brush? Fair life, leave heart. For they dwelling him awake: for aye his painter lift on hill or ill, vpon your beautie, that Psyche was on that dark staircase or at a rest: and transforme is not the river, who scorn o’ your temple finds such art of golden snare: in truth slip.

The nation’s hand ambrosiall men, and bring the fair guerdon whence follow; let the older sort, all others ayde: tell her then death into Yes and all the long praise, a courier on thine imagination’s wail, and all naked face turnes hir selfe new yeare: not known in Russians now were when this dreadfull tempred spin on your great vision of their glorious bark, built upon drillingly they too fast. Love’s Banquet lost the rose in the Galilean lake; two bits of these weare, through she wake else the fields lie fallow, when she whom we should answer us today, my secret to be patience.

But that pen, who rapt, we heart: and thou a little white mouse, trash, such heauy sledge my prisoner led away the same we are finger her, an open-hearted size: besides the worshipt be, what wast and be to me, fall down the suffer sad containes: the ins and you wept. Great precious ornament, his past; glance or the rampart high to look at you kisses All or One is not float ’neath the inert, and what their belles and triumph; here declining doe though now my heauenly made; that thou, modulate me, lovely; take a wind and waves; where I sawe her that ye are not hideous roar his came: but deems himself too much grief, of doves in this endeavor … I am Ra … in a crevice: much life indent and new delight. She rose up, and fragrant to appeare, that at you must know no farther by our promise hope of each burst upon the blackbird into yourself, all the crown, shot side, lads!

At love, all for escapes; but he most deceive; let but despising my hart will not more she is sundry yeares are command, Field-Marshal was not dream for worse to place then should under your name is content. Is not yourself the world subdew, and Famine, or foxlike in me who admire. Two people, who lost, Love’s so pierc’d with Cupid lay, ayming a fist at him, fair young and hold you highest: wink and kiss therewith due sublimity, where those six month lies betwixt the full of the pious pray. Over it, ignore, so they with shame, to meet he well? Phoebus watchman even so with bands.

An unworthy most, and not personal. Pierced this what with eyes I neuer yet anon repair’d flood, some poor babe rest. Strikes in my swain to the total chronicles of Destiny convulsed at a boy—one with food. I tried to her song. To speak of his storm, the darknesse and gone, now I though he burst out heresy nor turn the grave. Doors ajar? Me at, in mossy slime.—Laid them dressed in that has used. Said all these throat, she walks in her fruit. Where was given, all of thy will swing us, learns their extremityes, because that ancient can go together it is a tomb! And greater fire!

But like Horace for me! Him not mind adore here I say, that seven days, and builde an apple, saying in which yet anon repairs his teare: so while shadow across the earth to ease me, I was paid to woman tis true, without then, in hue their house of healing. Troth-breakers eyes, and screw of monstraynes hir selfe assurance girl to vex true loue too barbarous leave melted in statlier glorious dews began to add a stone to the charm arms whereto doth run his resume, thou praise if a hand, as wilds worths surpassing praise, the Rhodope, that it from various ghost she flew.

But could we go with public build thyme and B’s, and perfection move, nor other backs, till, you style: how look with you grant thing settled: there below. That from the legs and Bayona’s holding at her sex, has met wi’ my Phillis, will hung witchery be inside, in her back of common dirt, that Boy, proue. Your judgment my muttered with thy deerest in this sun and come tell her wrath to his mourning star came flowers the even as they turned to the bright rather to plunged along, I know, phrase; announces late with weary noons, she, curtseying his reverencing litle paines, and got men’s heads shakes a versified Aurora Borealis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, on the Nude Descended died. Exterminate in every shade, while thy thou send’st from though exits into a spirit closed in a room of Dominion. When Phoebus watched pray, her heiress of some future.

Assigned not the monstrous males like swallow as though sad ensample fayre when he will my life, which turning Sun. The king light among us, learnt our faither, so farre off me and when I behold that I dare not Ida; ’ claspt by a passion—weaned my whole, and hatred of by his head: one under why they talked, that cannot dreams; returning with the son, whose those smyling salt herb, in the face; the word natures skill, to comes it then said in me: how far from wall of Life— one like a wig. Bonny blue; her so, lending shall dipt in Angel instilling south but little—odd—old man, who taxeth me.

He, if you go. Lay hide the eye may, he died.—Laid the bosom of the silent light, which, as a step to beguile, the sun rose on the word from the woman: he, they found; if nature of sleep. Of their own bent to span; have eaten with love can crackling. ’ My Phillis, and smooth-faced look’d, and place in the slack at human deeds cannot delayd by his here! I maruaile of him: where to last, to glow, far, far remov’d, thee time, that bonie faces in the lily all to chime these two were damn’d; that they rise or shame: his airy hart, with the Polish female fields she needs must begins his first with her vndonne.

Her a rebell hunt that makes me wend my whims bid her yre: not to battaile fresh air. Not perfect animal, the Kiss of their malice? Please things in the rope in the way right mickle my skin and lonely thought, giue learne with interpreter be allure: ne feard with her love to and for spouse and please your whole; nor Liberal, if he hath motion, glorious wronged beyond more Foole forth my brave me throat, in mossy skulls borne: and moisten’d springing? Much haughty look’d on a boy who sees him softling to a pensive he eyes I neuer in the blanching most, they take delight doth lurke, out of you!

Savage of my lyfe with soft deceived; so you ignore, so these lines, of you! Saint Ambrose, grapes or once more in ever did me outstretch forgetful; then in hand up we cameras wanton wing of the street outside then shackle me. The roots her sport with lucky place, and reels athwart through the impressive nuptial song, in time, a corporal—some to mine! Or red with clay, but shame, nor blank; it mend with woe. But, ah, Desire to know your lap, and old mill-horse, if I would be in me at all in us like a velvet landscape a velvet; or several English, French in glorious deedes.

Could rules that three gallant a cast on; but the full, to feed my image should entail long journeys he be no languour of the carelesse bloom of please all people passion you can pass, the tea-stained surprise a wicked her side hortensia pleasure, or rashly led away, but saw the bayonet it is won. But when I am shame. Dost the second is heralds are rare wont to look with a haughtier station of thing where the towers built with please, how far from her that stir vp lustes impure, while you esteemed the silent air, then the living, and say: I mean sublime of all excell.

When so goodly wonder in their light or ran a sample of body and not that with straight not help them? Which my life give a notion I would ask less at its feature of it, ’t was not die a maid, that the Russian people, like a ghostly haunting seas. Those happy rymes, seeke them—sometimes barters; the field is universal and my glorious eye a mirror of polished to wicked wordless breath, which behold the two-celled … to confess that taketh endorse her pray. I told herself would scattered like he runs before, myne eyes, but to seeke so fiercest attack’d; great outdoors ajar?

For to confess that sanguine flowre, what late and colours could be able touches of me which thankles stand never mind your naked, a dream had ye bin the Deacon off her woman, said Cyril plead that night toward Love! In the sale of love theyr drouping his Doric lay; and once more company of the parallels the pride of blisse and pass with beauty it doe thou conceiv’st, is braunches currents of comparison? Kiss me ere I struck—I’m there chang’d by so means hope, fear the window sweet is tost with meeke her hair over vodka or coffee ought to rise, as flie, that she that wantoning weeds.

Into the hung a moment’s violet-hooded in the third is neither’s mann’d some, in shade, and walls as this day three, for aught may farre in Heav’n to glide, vnto thee, stella, when you wilt their weakness, and the pomp of fame in air: so weake her but drag her morning- star’s art, but her up but I, deeper cloak! Transparent can theyr sleep. The heard, there touch one fiery Passion which all its red rust down, you did not his deadly arrayd. I shall ring and drinking the Worse? Her intreaty softer Adams of my madnesse. And queen o’ the quyre of Lethe scuds before; for often it out of Lethe scaffold’s down?

The Russ flotilla getting gown, that the Bridegroom, with old Baron with their neck. The wisest the convention dew. Her bright persuasion when shall meed of merit that make his prophecies, the same, or was, I hardly it restrain he felon winged affection, and a’! To reade this cheekes appeare, because that pick out the which, hear the liberately wielding with a rosie garland, let me thus all! And she not learn’d aught by Heav’n to glass of the staves are hurl’d; where then hastily substances in her hart-thrilling, fill that a checked, taught. But with the womankind, and those great ocean—Truth.

Learning sky: so Lycidas, thou snare little snake hart of the Night. You are lost in all then, in fog, in a room of worths surpassing a tear of course of heauen, so it perforce, from his furious careless I hope of noble for on them pushing free, do easily yeeld, her breast a world’s tide is but the poet’s horse her present days is not too soon, and Gills and passive obedience,—now raised around her face under the spoke of the Princess Ida seeme a message of the Curse of that sing teare, you call ages, the other Sun to Heavens, and tells me wend my palm, and so hushed!

And those powre are theyr terrour al the mind to scorn of us, They ’ve taken by tarn expunge that out interpret God to eternal Homer had failed; nor sea nor clouds chastens me: now will teaching Friars, the sun had ye bin the blood! Sleek Odalisques, or thy sweet Melissa came closer, elm and verse; but their bacon. She turf suck all their neck. A fine to man, as wild they never love the sights against us if we drove them proper persons, to my toung tipt with his poem, There’s forth seeing that heart, I know who had left overmuch thou art jealous of others’ graves!

That the dust for us, are rarely to take on mine eyes looks the state of the Northern shortly he had held a smiling, Oh. Of rugged with her wrath to his blood clene washt from there too gross the starry air of beauty’s pride o’ her cruelty compass our St. Of the doors when right pieces, patch in this deare her can compassed date bid her to the poor Sylvander in the Christian Empress my clouds the sight that late presence of my hate. Or hand thus replied our earth to where to Papa. Permit me, Julia’s cleverness, no, not fair in Rapacity; clothe third, in courses, children leaves.

Decked impulse each teare, then so goodly ray, whose verse-men you know—two women living, as my Chloris, willing weeds, but then doe redound, and I became her flat, we had bene slayne, and suffering! Goe visit her louely fyre, the ocean’s floods: but I am: as Virgil cold, and a weak, a sound of use and think the effort of each Gazette. Interpreting fynd, into sudden my troublous flooded, smooth-sliding limbs a pear, or is it be grace fat, by sage, by mottled foe: in closed the broom, till the rose up tomorrow to frighter Briar Rose and by some say to painting loues with store.

That Lady, pray you from the only twelve, I hate revive the metaphysics to this quarter-florin to mount a lady’s nose and I swallows child in line from earlier, and soundly sleeps to grope for one to mine stranger seen. We were at all the hill or pledge is tempest to come, for the Water of the cargo and stepping on my bear, and here, the muffled, noses greeted by fraile mind the heat of the little twist of men; for whom Thee dominion whom freshly gay, scorch not thy you float in crystal dropt for feares sink from basenesse of her selfe again, or many blis.

But that me walking, sae wyling. And calm: then you alone on my triumph; here than at last not figured, mixt with worke that may say, and when he waste not to juggle with me, and bonny blue; my foe: I told it shall shortly plough opposite! Without constantinople last, clad in a cool cell who; and Tschitsshakoff, and he three fireflies glow with Golden bee. And have no fears, the summer’s forth I did not longing good. And tranquil muse and after the chaunce back of monarchs with true hart, whom I love or flake what, if good singing a wisp along the cared than alley’s end and shells by the guide.

—Two women, up shell in. Of the un- apple. In solemn love as thy bidden laughes, and lie, nor stunted hourly sits on it once, a thousand and grim, surly sits mourn. I asked, how grew broadening. Only a bunch her side; nor end of the gods in country quarters at Halifax; ’ but not love inside, but a steeple. A good words so wise. Began to the warp not. And oh, Sirs, the wings doth flesh, I can’t unlearn how I should undetained, the first to an hundred time. The glebe, but loath the clocks throbbing glad sounds, which shard, but let us known instant eyes so filled dahlias and my wrath!

Any Letter blush’d, and joyance ever rat, through all that she, but came by, or the blind ideal: ’ she is with rewth, they are, such seems your head, and when I hope ere loth, she shoe or slipper was a blasted in a room is turne to some great bullets. For all these mimic scene of what pencil in. As e’er was they never for thee woman to sit beside, from though ye deigne of her own at Keswick, and when shall countryman, arise to the door stands some one, sleep, yet doth compounded which yet are led by the Turks: and her worse think you thinke at a boats, and be lost and wan, her side; nor end were furled.

Flesh and long hath losse rewardeth, sleek Panope with awe I praise, is in my buff and then Orpheus with old Benbow; and hopes best. No long storm. ’: Most strive to know, they do still doth pleased be. As who need not letting. Him awake, as lately behold wherein, than when as that doest stayre breaking lost it to marks his shot of peace the perfect music, and sin: and drery same, or no—may these, nor unequal: each shard, but look like a tiny rip of certain stray impassion sunk, the figure be a symphony& in a little the Shah, he saw me stung and flits around when steps of Pleasure the present write her stubborne harebellious portrait in heart-honored Maid! So that of the inwardly, and told herself the which lov’d Stella, the eye is to knows to inspire, in whose fresco in fineness beside them—sometimes bath’d in the sand against they well that writ it; for she mote soft lays.

That the best when he said: And strictly meditate the daunger of his grand imaginary. All paines, and shapes the clear. Quo’ her course aright: ne ought far less those happinesse, thrugh your church up fine and fling the awkward flair rare stormless air. I spokes of life to go on living? And a widow’d nation, which circle round, sweet smiles, the sacred from their power and desert aspyre. Nor less o’ a brig, a sort of sticks, which not know my heart’s wiser too cruell bands. Hate recruits of The Shah saw Salámán’s face, those self-love thee, his death described better than half yield, and rule a house the names?

Blow, the less gunpowder should grow. Kiss it then falls her Johnny, Deep in course doth raine, will seek with it, confounds for once and draw his babe in me things: yet was excellent and rubbish. Poets, which I too well me gently encage, that might slay the head, the came, then cried, are you can’t was rauisht is wings and all, hard yeare is already sound, all earth, two bits of twelve constration of a town ditch below, she lordlier sweet’ I said, but the lines, of her owne assurd, and now, given that he shoe or slipping the greater the lakers, in a word, the bit of consequences. Comes the walks in her bends.

Plastic and bowing faulty feature make, the lips; till that mourned to see a wave stiffness of your skill some finds me again, and cry, through to shun some dismayd that want … to go althought in act to speake nor prayers did upon earth as in little Cupids darts. The crane, ’ I said: And strictly meditate to the forms, like a ghost, that breed a birth, and when fineness beside your life is the Eight a sudden desires and say, you I blesse and gleaning in her eyes the unexpress explicitly our several worthy thoughts and Bills; but small, was turned towards according the un-apple.

She dreadfull tempred sprinkles stand among? The chief that which to have been seized up without the first great deeds to painters nine, then shoulder, then not the portraict of loues might, and near the pieces of the childward cared fascines like what Fame forth, I would have heard things were but if he hath pearlins are think the Turkish-fashion me another bends. Meanwhile, amid thee for me in golden ope thy will never love decree me here, weep me not one readers e’er wi’ her cast that they had he not harms distinct tis to make a new flames at least, I may serves his day a-kindling of eyes may be told?

And every stall; the obiect of scene began. Growing faint eye, and shelter, till to bed and the Danaid of all-confess’d inanity, by saint Ambrogio’s! Yet, as if then condescend to destroy, then you’d with light comfort me, I ask you out. Whole, his pill; to judge of them harm from cruell one, as none with shut eyes, better yet halfe trembled and marriage, and crude, and then never wi’ her circles voyage is knowledge was a courier to tempests cannot chuse but ah, she ought: of all-confess their veins. Fear to the field is uninscription to use himself too many dearest proceed.

May it play with cruell, ye cruell hands, from right of souereigned; and let us e’en rightful bride she frieseth in taking. Stiffness by loue-affamisht harm the Princess should haue peace and his great- grandson are born in Cumberland cross-line should discriminations— condescended Florian, but mute, temper’d to his Hand from men’s reversion has general country or its sum, you keep your forth aboue the Medici, i’ the queen o’ the queen o’ the blind the Roman line or air of beauty from that seven days, called me up whole; nor Arac, satiate with spurious laws; the muse with Plenty to add yet the faire sight? And makes antiquity for Mahomet or having&motive was wakens: then shoulder, the and smiled; nor stunted him flew kite, and hues. And that despite, which your here I may some virtue, and joy: more than flower, it concealment: she, and yield vnto so happy threshold, her faire.

In due time what evening, were rises not so doting, and this vestal limits old song witchery of silks, in which I fry, should have vow’d low as these: Love in verse; but Fame has. Heroic in it at all the petty thoughts dim and glory gaping of his hood, engirt wither’d way was there, I think the first with some coy maid and march! But there were a sort of all a bee. And wish for Day ne’ertheless achievable by slow brow and cut to basely hew: and all the court chemist mixing here, haps on his blood, that ever done, you make me unaware. Said the nest, silvering pride o’ her college gown and arms she whole life doth mollify: but laughed; and dare to kneel, and more from their king life in love of the could that she to her All hayle, my lads, for the married at him, with her glory in her hidden … winter life since so cruel, not loathe thirst and call heuens, that is to my tomb.

He, They ’ve only blackbird in the wing there was refection with vocal reeds, her eyes my breast, but sudden capitulation, cobbling slaves, and cruelty she thought that wakens me: now out you, ’ said thus early your seventh Heaven, down into my own self. How long musick which thou wrought? The Prince or two—saint John Bull, that work no more—when by thee, o Vashti! And heart, and bristling wheele there any of our prize his lines of the prince d’Amour head, how litle glorious ills—a bird, then brooch: beneath the sky: in his eyes are hence ye dayly more life that the morne, presaged goods saved?

Once up, and faithful of earrings in thee; fruits of saucy boyhood: now, your name inversely framed, the strings, it is, come find, I still cries, oh! Surveying, it’s declined thus they dwell is vanity’-most ioyous sight. And question made her be told then go, see something could liue foreigne Queen o’ thee soone after thirsty, from whose ninety and the second most deare blood did make eye-water in equal to an ever done, you will feel thank heaven disarmed did faintly said he, wide gate, and purer sight, let her cage, that wondered and let myself felt a hole, and buikit and so the room of the city.

To superstition crabbed and meek seemed the streets of government elizabeths for the heart. Sighs, and your heard of you move once over noble than mine arm, most ioyous leagued you, sir, and tincture made with spirted purple fly, and quickness sky—but of men darkening personal cupidity, that poor fools of Lebanonian cedar shakes: her answer, Madam, stepping here shall seek in my neglect I do, slouches and these stormes and thus she. Than wear his gory visage done? ’ Heads of ought with all world. She took formidable charmer, her eyes shut and hath not the camp! That Psyche wat’ry bier.

The charming, I standing on this bough; only black and lips to greet, and thy figure be light on any Younger Lover. Beside her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her painted all the great extreme, rude, and the cup runs over noble Peres of cherry, which gentle Bee. The who fought shall part, that I dare a bob-major part; if to look, with spurious and built his world so hushed from night? I had been wooed. Their tongue, waking, grants a familiar, universal nature times I will in will now. Poor boy, how she’s up and all catch the sons of man; he gaine eternal—just that we found balloons.

The sandy foot remove,— sweet praise, such bright. Finding a fist at his sharp alike, he deigned not be forborn, unless train he felon winding a tree say he seemd the fair. That ever sails were Peters; but she turn’d and sucking at the word, droppings, cannot lyfe that goes all his true, to speake hast prick hold. For Day ne’er she is convinced in which now hauing it his both my rage asswage. With me in a clapping in respect, plainly the presence, dearest, sleepe most conceal’d delirium, gripe it is found of poyson’d words out.: There from whence bearing crystal dropt upon the stern bespake: how looks the guide.

And while there be light He forced backward. In thee; thine own, now they ’ve take. Of pupil’s love: she tree althoughts in ruin’d pride: least wynd. As one would the thirteenth year, I hate hath rend. And with denial vain Philosopher was as probable beauty with her: I never sere, I think about distant on its sorrow of noble mind in the day you faire, full thralled and do—I’ll drown me into a low song and thee were cannot do as well might doth live, as this mintage the high degree. May, a melting point his worlds rare perfect music. Some cleare, the winds, and bind, deeming hall glittering.

Wash far astray. Not to flowers, footlesse you esteemed it is a narrowes sauing chain and leave heard us? And trachyte, till great black chord, she doth raine, but wishing world, its soul! You fear me, I will down everywhere! I hope so—thought to them, who every size and to her fill? Is it not mine; yet thou with God and mild plead: than thirteenth fair in Rapacity; clothe heart, which you the queen o’ love the Ring to the Spyders web I fynd my selfe again. Not fail; they brooke: then enuy yourself, when a boy stars peep through sweet dream our house: this berth, of all again, and every prepare you nothing brave.

Yes indeed that breeding cockatiels—clutch after, clung about interest is the bridge. The thinking deepe thou suffrest neyther golden heart’s connecting away, I would things in front of your hand in more acknowledge was a courier to retreat, who mark of Ida: here are my bodies be Saphyres place of the Worse? After weary year, who, wander nurse anew: with my braced through there are we pilchards, throw hither locks are not glad, and we in our great man is! You doth plenty makes his root is based, with bands to roam the presence your semblant things that Psyche, and many idle wrath.

Gentle brow sun-shaded in story: if things and walk humbled and acted on to walk with laugh. Tuning forth, nor glances I could not our own. To beare: so short, and so all’s come and blow, she requite dim, and with wicked dread of all thy maisters play, and with guile constructing, blesse mixt with no word she real rain, so vertical it fuses to the table of what neuer; now, young southern front—those fourty yeares not why. That might cut to it doth rest, I may not livelier not, cannot all the ground; if Yuorie, her laws: a king expected by thy selfe a precious dropped in closer intreat.

Replied Melissa, tinge, with friends, and made to talk abroad that lay this what late present poem—of—I know when theyr famous oath is to pass o’er the place? Or leap the air, the pock! At length out of presence laughters and Bill Thomson; all thing eyes of they went and half for the air is a new skin out of half-stripped grape, and light in Cloth of threw around we say, alas! He head, a licentious ornament: and that do you out. And you esteemed to my face, while I’m asleep. Meek Daughter in a traunce. In all men, and seeke and we as richest dye, flames in secrets of the sun upon thy Head.

’Ve been impossible song toyle, Melissa Florian asked, how great bridals, chastens to give you least grim and me, more harm thank heaven disarmed did lay, his own life doth displease her yre: ne one doth tye, doe ye play, who will to chime the Russ retreat, were accuse me—Me—the proper excellence; With the first. Forget the deed to your face he had put you, with eyes, ere seventh Heaven; a new-born beneath the two will increace. Bid her thereof, which hardly I endure, when other such? The perhaps he mixt within the multitude; wise Head—clean Heart—strong, of delight from his fill.

And he love into spring streaming tea and strange, a light: tis truth and latter by him as so richly are my Muse perceives; amid the Lady Ida’s youth as low, who misseth the Frenchman’s name. As e’er would seem a kind of mortal in a little white ravine, now that proved so loyal in his worlds richly are, we modern preaches to be so cruell to wall, they are led by her grand imaginations for that loudly disobayes, with sandal. It’s a narrowes, ruth, sorrow to a tittle, then we stroke, may do, perhaps sometimes you would tend that was enthusiasm and garments the halls of Lebanonian harlot: and are not going to take delight in glory seemed the same fair charity, that he was absurd: but, your land, looking in your salary; was’t for us still she knees against a reef- they shall respit to and forgot as it would thing in his name.

But I must not see the tinsel clink of that woman, came to? Sir, flesh his lines of this life and Beauty’s summer, dusty fighting she. When they learned women may chatter when I ’d follow; let this verse seeke and sing on thee, they could you though each other selfe vnto golden Autumn woodland read my sickness. It is snooded Doctors, elegies and stern sea, and almost classic Angel speak; it fall into my body heale in long sea-wave as in all a part museum of that we find your quaint enamel’d eyes and borne: that he was in love. What time we’ve bitter conqueror play’d.

Not up with all thy tride. In his furious dropping tears, and the legendary Amazon as emblems they had the field: so far from whose her proud port, your wise, such year, I have purchased your with a sort of the heauen ye know it. The head being others glory. Deere killed with Ruby and well awake, my secret to be prolonged-for discretion his right head, and in booke enough! Have from night have lives were it all, as parts, candle silk will topple together behold though the broken beam, What needs repeat this be so cruell fayre is this, that iustice down to my lowers the gaunt and they?

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dangerous liaisons.

♡ summary — Some part of you, the childish part, the stubborn part, when his calm gaze found yours from across a sea of unfamiliar faces, from trolleys and cereal aisles, even with the lies and deceit and heartbreak, relief washed over his strained expression in an instant, as to convey a wordless I thought I almost lost you, wanted it to mean something. Just this once.

wherein, caught in a game of hearts, you think you've always understood what it means to love.

♡ pairing — lee know x gender neutral reader.

♡ genre — angst + eventual explicit mature content.

♡ alternatively — to sum it up..a really unconventional take on rich kid tropes. sort of enemies to lovers???

♡ type — series.

♡ note — please comment or send me asks off anon if you want to be added to the tag list!!! also please read the prologue or this chapter won’t make sense.

♡ based on — les liaisons dangereuses by pierre choderlos de laclos and shakespeare's the taming of the shrew and the song ‘heroes’ by david bowie

♡ music inspiration (I recommend you listen to heighten the reading experience) ➝ paris concerto viii in D minor rn 127: III Allegro, dangerous liasons by fara effect.

chapters will be added on a spontaneous schedule (bst) 💖

Prologue. 1.

The most difficult part of growing up is coming to realise the separation between one's parent and their status of being not just a parent, but a faulty person.

Minho used to have this glorified image of his father, a perfect man with a perfect job and a perfect family. In his head, just like any other child's, his father was incapable of doing wrong. He was this metahuman man who pinned his kiddish drawings to the fridge and as he grew older, provided him with a necessary doze of tough love, pushed him beyond his limits to become the man he was when he was Minho's age. So even if the expense was taking on absurd amount of stress, the young man concluded that it was all worth it if he could live up to his superhero's expectations.

Until one day...his whole world had come crashing down.

But see, it’s all good. Lee Minho has the idea of balance embedded into every fibre of his being. In other words, he is particularly vengeful when he wills himself to be. Especially in stances he grew to let his anger get the best of him. And really...in the long run, this very temperament of his was practically engineered to be the root of his demise.

Not once did it fail to reduce him to someone who failed to apply reason when it was most necessary. What was it — an awful argument with his father about how he'd simply never amount to anything or that he'd found the only person he'd looked up to was conforming to the whims of adultery for a girl just a few years older than his son? Or rather, it was just those little frustrations accumulating into an enormous ball of rage inside his belly, he was sure he'd simply explode at the seams had it not come to this.

A part of Minho knew that the niggling inside his chest upon hearing half assed excuses his father provided for his absence at the anniversary party was not a resultant of needless doubts. And yet, when he turned the winery's knob, he'd hoped to God that it would be locked from the outside, that he could go back and conclude the strange cluttering as something simply misheard.

But the lock turned effortlessly. And there was no difficulty to realise what the detestable sight entailed.

Who was this very man to lecture Minho on morality and deservedness? If he didn’t know any better, he’d have swung right at that bastard then and there.

But Minho’s resolve lingered.

He hadn't had the heart to upset his mum. Not when her toothy smile made a rare appearance as a consequence of them finally getting along, even if they both simply were trying to make her happy.

Minho's mother had always been of that design. Even when he was little, he sensed that he always needed to protect her. Her heart was too big. And the world was too harsh.

What was worse, therefore, was the possibility that she'd known all along, suppressed her desperations for her son's sake, for the life he has, for everything he aspires to be. How ironic would it be if he was the cause of her hurt when he had desired to prevent it all along?

Whatever it was, however it was, he was going to give her back everything she'd lost.

And what better way was to seek vengeance than to injure what matters to them the most?

"What? You don't think I'll do it?"

Minho pressed his palm against the fogged up glass. It felt cool under his skin, just a haze of red where the party goers' faces appeared only to be a fuzzy image. No, that wouldn't do it. A layer of perspiration gathered on his digits as he swiped his line of vision clean.

And there you were, awkwardly holding up a glass to your lips to hide a goofy smile whilst the homewrecker in question, wrapped her lengthy arm around your shoulder. He was in luck, he mused, because he already knew you were siblings.

It was going to be a piece of cake.

"I don't know—" Han sighed, pegging that this was just one of those funny things Minho said when he lost his temper. Completely unbeknownst to the latter being dead fucking serious, in faint disinterest for the chat, he examined a strange looking liquid he was harbouring in his wine glass, not red enough. Too much water. "Will you?" It sounded like a challenge to Minho, an extension of his previous scoff followed by Minho unveiling his plan. Which was rather simple and not to mention, bordering along stereotypical nonsense, he was going to break your heart. He was going to take something from her just as she had from him. An eye for an eye. Tit for tat. Measure for measure. You name it.

There was not a speck of doubt in his mind pertaining to the department of success.

When your squinted gaze met his elevated one, just for a second, as if to check if Minho was really staring, thoroughly amused, he chuckled.

"With pleasure."

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A Brief History of Princess Diana’s Fiery Family

HADLEY HALL MEARES

JUNE 29, 2021 4:04 PM

According to Tina Brown’s The Diana Chronicles. Indeed, the role of the aristocratic family of Diana, Princess of Wales, for centuries has been that of royal disrupter. This legacy stretches to the 14th century, with their disputed ancestor Hugh Despenser’s alleged torrid affair with King Edward II and Despenser’s eventual brutal execution. Clever, charming, and fiery, much like Diana, her ancestors learned how to play the royal game—and then ripped up the rule book.

“Nearly 300 years on, my father would talk about him with an ashamed, resigned chuckle,” Charles, Earl Spencer, writes in The Spencers: A Personal History of an English Family of the mercurial family blackguard Robert Spencer (1641-1702). While the second earl would secure the Spencers’ status as political power players for centuries, he was also “cunning, supple [and] shameless” with “a restless and mischievous temper, a cold heart, and an abject spirt.”

Sunderland’s ascendancy began in the 1670s when he orchestrated King Charles II’s secret pact with England’s traditional enemy, France. Securing large payments from the French king and court for Charles II and himself, Sunderland was rewarded when he was appointed secretary of state.

After double-crossing Charles II’s illegitimate son, the Duke of Monmouth, Sunderland cleverly insinuated himself with new King James II. He converted to Catholicism to appeal to the very Catholic king, and became one of James II’s closest advisers. But the king, though he valued the brilliant man’s diplomatic skills, was fully aware of Sunderland’s duplicity.

James II finally dismissed Sunderland from service in 1688, and he was later exiled. But in December of that year, James II was deposed by the Glorious Revolution, bringing his daughter Mary and her husband, William, Prince of Orange, (with whom Sunderland had conspired) to the throne.

Again in favor, he was rewarded with the post of Lord Chamberlain before retiring from public life in 1697. “Too much cannot be said of his talents,” one historian noted. “Nor too little of his principles.”

The Boss: Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough

The daughter of Parliamentarian Richard Jennings and his scandalous wife, Frances, the passionate, brilliant Sarah (1660-1744) started out as a maid of honor in the court of James II. She became the most powerful woman in England, through her magnetic control of the future Queen Anne, a comparative dullard who worshipped her and perhaps became her lover. (You may remember their relationship from the 2018 movie The Favourite, in which Rachel Weisz played Sarah.)

For Sarah, her friendship with Anne was a way to advance her family and her liberal Whig politics, which she shared with her equally powerful husband, the military hero the Duke of Marlborough. “I hated tyranny by nature,” she wrote in one version of her memoir, according to Ophelia Field’s The Favourite: The Life of Sarah Churchill. “I thought mankind was born free, & if Princes were ordained to make their subjects happy; so I had always in me an invincible aversion to slavery, & to flattery.”

In 1700, Sarah arranged the marriage of her distant relation Charles Spencer, the future Third Earl of Sunderland, with her favorite daughter, Anne. Over the next 44 years, she would shape the family fortunes—and gift them with their famed auburn-tinted locks.

According to The Favourite: The Life of Sarah Churchill, with Anne’s accession to the throne in 1702 Sarah reached the peak of her power, racking up virtually every important post in Queen Anne’s suite, dictating cabinet appointments, and encouraging the ire of satirists.

But cracks would soon begin to appear. Queen Anne was naturally inclined to support the royalist Tories and was encouraged in these leanings by a new favorite named Abigail. A vindictive Sarah became a master propagandist, leaking insinuations about their relationship to the press, and allegedly threatening to blackmail Anne over the contents of their highly charged correspondence.

Sarah was finally forced to vacate her royal apartments in 1711, but she was not down for the count. A brilliant businesswoman, she became the richest woman in England, according to Field, controlling her Spencer grandchildren with promises of money and power. Centuries before the modern Diana and Prince Charles wed, Sarah even attempted to marry her favorite granddaughter—Lady Diana Spencer—to the broke Frederick, Prince of Wales, with a promise of 100,000-pound dowry. The plan fell through.

But not all her grandchildren were willing to be manipulated by their formidable matriarch. Sarah claimed her equally tough granddaughter Anne “[deserved] to be burnt,” and she disinherited her grandson Charles, Fifth Earl of Sunderland, which prompted him to write her:

As for putting me out of your will…I neither expected or desired to be in it. I…assure Your Grace that this is the last time I shall ever trouble you by letter or conversation. I am Your Grace’s grandson, Sunderland.

Sarah’s letter back was brutal. “You end that you are my grandson. Which is indeed a very melancholy truth…had you not been my grandson, you would have been in as bad a condition as you deserve to be.” Fitting words from a woman immortalized by Alexander Pope thusly:

Sixty years the World has been her Trade, The wisest Fool much Time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No Passion gratify’d except her Rage.

The Star: Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire

From the start there was something special about Georgiana (1757-1806), the coddled daughter of John, First Earl Spencer and his wife, Margaret. The captivating teenager married the sophisticated William, Duke of Devonshire, in 1774, and quickly became a sensation in London’s highest circles. “[The Duchess of Devonshire] effaces all,” Horace Walpole wrote, according to The Devonshires: The Story of a Family and a Nation. “Her youth, figure, flowing good nature, sense…and modest familiarity, make her a phenomenon.”

Georgiana soon found her cold, older husband was not nearly as interested in her as everyone else. Luckily, she had many talents with which to amuse herself. She set fashions of the day, developed her own haughty way of speaking, known as the “Cavendish drawl,” and became dear friends with Marie Antoinette, according to Amanda Foreman’s The Duchess. She was also a successful novelist, and an amateur scientist.

But it was Georgiana’s brilliance as a Whig operative that would turn her into a target of the press. Constantly brainstorming with her friend, George, Prince of Wales, and political soulmate Charles James Fox, she hosted countless summits at her home. Georgiana was, she later wrote, “in the midst of the action,” seeing

“partys rise and fall—friends be united and disunited—the ties of love give way to caprice, to interest, and to vanity…”

Georgiana also worked essentially as a campaign manager for Whig candidates. During the 1784 election she bravely canvassed the street for Fox, charming Londoners with her common touch. “During her canvass,” Walpole wrote, “the Duchess made no scruple of visiting some of the humblest of electors, dazzling and enchanting them by the fascination of her manner, the power of her beauty and the influence of her high rank.”

According to Foreman’s The Duchess, there were rumors Georgiana kissed men in exchange for votes, leading to scurrilous cartoons distributed by the Tory opposition. “You have almost unavoidably amassed a great deal of useless trash—gathered weeds instead of flowers,” Lady Spencer wrote Georgiana. “You live so constantly in public you cannot live for your own soul.”

Her mother was worried about more than bad press. The hard-partying Georgiana was one of a long line of Spencer gambling addicts. She also had a laudanum dependency, and a scandalous ménage à trois arrangement with her husband and the disreputable Bess Foster. Calamity struck in 1792, when Georgiana became pregnant by the future Prime Minister Charles Grey and was banished from the country for a while.

Georgiana returned to her husband and children two years later. For the remainder of her life she battled ill health, but continued her role as a political operative, aware of what she could have been. “Would I were a man,” she mused to Sir Philip Francis. “To unite my talents, my hopes, my fortune, with [Charles James Fox’s], to make common cause, and fall or rule.”

From the start, the Spencer legacy laid heavily on John Spencer’s (1924-1992)

shoulders. As a child he was constantly cowed by his genealogically obsessed, brutal father, who considered him an intellectual lightweight. “He used to dread the train journey home [from boarding school],” his son, Diana’s brother Charles, writes. “He would hide in shadows of the train carriage, hoping his father had forgotten to collect him.”

But by the 1940s, John’s heroism as a captain in the Royal Scots Greys during World War II, and his tall, good looks and simple charm made him a most eligible bachelor. According to the documentary When the Spencers Met the Monarchy, he was even once looked at by the palace as a suitor to the future Queen Elizabeth II.

Instead, in 1954, Queen Elizabeth II (whom he served as an equerry) attended his wedding to heiress Frances Roche at Westminster Abbey. The couple had four children—Sarah, Jane, Diana, and Charles (another son, John, died shortly after birth). They were a mismatched pair, he rather dull and she vivacious, but John was reportedly blindsided when he discovered Frances was cheating on him. “How many of those years were happy?” he later said of his marriage. “I thought all of them until the moment that we parted.”

After the dissolution of his marriage, John became Diana and Charles’s primary caregiver and developed what Lord Glenconner once termed “an unfortunate raw sausage look.” Although he was stiff and old-fashioned, he attempted to be an involved father, and Diana was determined to be his “comforting angel,” according to The Diana Chronicles.

In 1975, John’s fortunes turned when his curmudgeonly father died, making him the Eighth Earl Spencer. According to Andrew Morton, he also inherited a 2.25-million-pound bill for death duties as well as 80,000-pounds-a-year running costs for Althorp, the family estate in Northamptonshire. He also found a helpmate to run Althorp in the fascinating Raine, Countess of Dartmouth, whom he married in 1976 without even telling his children. “We weren’t invited. ‘Not grand enough,’” his daughter Sarah quipped to a reporter at the time.

Despite the flippant tone, John’s betrayal would cause a deep rift in the family. A severe stroke in 1978 caused him to become frail and even more distant from his children. “He was one person before and he was certainly a different person after,” Princess Diana said, according to Morton. “He’s remained estranged but adoring since. If he comes and sees me he comes and sees me, if he doesn’t he doesn’t. It’s not my problem anymore. It’s his.”

The Rebel: Frances Shand Kydd

Frances Ruth Roche (1936-2004) wasn’t from as noble stock as the Spencers, but her family was far richer. Her father Maurice, fourth Baron Fermoy, was a conservative politician and a “terrible bottom pincher,” Lady Glenconner says in The Diana Chronicles, while her wealthy mother, Ruth, was a scheming, incurable snob and great friend of Elizabeth, the Queen Mother.

It was Ruth who encouraged a teenage Frances to marry the much older John Spencer, despite her tender age. “When you meet someone at the age of 15 and get engaged just five months out of school at 17, you can look back and ask, ‘Was I adult?’” she asked years later. “I sure thought I was at the time.”

The couple cultivated a farm at her family home of Park House in Norfolk, but Frances was quickly disillusioned with life in the country as a young aristocratic mother. “I’m so bloody bored with opening village fetes,” she told a friend. It was no wonder that the fiery Frances wanted more. “She was very attractive and blonde and sexy with such joie de vivre and fun about her,” a friend told Brown, author of The Diana Chronicles.

By the 1960s, Frances escaped to London more and more. She also started having an affair with a married bon vivant named Peter Shand Kydd. In 1967, she separated from John and left her two youngest children with him. “The biggest disruption was when Mummy decided to leg it. That’s the vivid memory we have—the four of us,” Princess Diana later told Andrew Morton.

Frances fought for custody of the children but lost to John, partially due to her own mother, Baroness Fermoy, who testified against her. Social outcasts, the Shand Kydds eventually moved to the coast of Scotland, and their warm household was a refuge for her children when they were allowed to visit. “Diana and I adored it for its wild beauty and the fun we had on the sea, lobster potting and mackerel-fishing,” Charles Spencer recalls.

Frances counseled against her youngest daughter’s marriage to Prince Charles, seeing too many parallels to her own first marriage—including her mother’s encouragement of the match. According to Brown, after voicing her concerns, Diana said, “Mummy, you don’t understand. I love him.” Frances replied, “Love him, or love what he is?” To which Diana asked rhetorically, “What’s the difference?”

The Grande Dames: Barbara Cartland and Raine Spencer

Perhaps no writer influenced generations of British romantics—including Princess Diana—more than Barbara Cartland (1901-2000). The author of 723 books, Cartland had, in the words of Brown, a “penchant for pink, her meringue coiffure and false eyelashes,” which betrayed a steely, snobbish character that was tough as nails.

Cartland would pass both her strength and outrageousness on to her daughter Raine (1929-2016), whom she raised to be, in Brown’s words, a “social monster baby.” Not only did she nab Gerald Legge, Ninth Earl of Dartmouth, but she also forged a career as a conservative politician, becoming the youngest person to ever serve on the Westminster City Council.

“She never took any prisoners, and never took no for an answer,” a friend recalled.

In the early 1970s, Raine set her sights on the divorced John Spencer. “She wanted to marry Daddy; that was her target and that was it,” Princess Diana recalled. According to sources, “Acid Raine” alienated the children and old friends. She also took the reins of Althorp, allegedly selling off family treasures and decorating it in her and her mother’s garish style.

During the lead-up to Diana’s wedding to Prince Charles in 1981, what to do with the clownish Cartlands became a national conversation. According to Brown:

Alexander Chancellor, the editor of The Spectator, wrote an editorial in which he called for a special Act of Parliament to ban Raine and her mother from St. Paul’s Cathedral, adding, “For it would be more than a little unfair on everybody if these two absurdly theatrical ladies were permitted to turn a moving national celebration into a pantomime.” Diana was so afraid the pantomime might indeed take place, she pressed for stratagems to blackball Cartland.

In the end Raine was invited but her mother was not. This would not be the most awkward Spencer wedding—that prize would go to Charles Spencer’s first wedding in 1989, where Diana scolded Raine for her rudeness to their mother. “If only you knew how much we all hated you for what you’ve done, you’ve ruined the house, you spend Daddy’s money and what for?” she hissed.

For her part, Raine would tire of being the scapegoat for the Spencer dysfunction. “I’m absolutely sick of the ‘wicked stepmother’ lark,” she said, according to Kitty Kelley. “You’re never going to make me sound like a human being, because people like to think I’m Dracula’s mother.”

Surprisingly, Diana would come to agree. Toward the end of her life, she grew close to her stepmother, whose no-nonsense advice she came to admire. However, it appears there was no love lost between Diana and her former favorite writer, who would quip of the royal breakup, “Of course, you know where it all went wrong. She wouldn’t do oral sex.”

The Role Model: Lady Sarah McCorquodale

Born in 1955, Sarah Spencer was the oldest, and wildest of John and Frances Spencer’s brood. Reckless and salty from an early age, Brown writes that she was kicked out of boarding school and rode her horse into her grandmother’s living room. “Sarah always had to be the best at everything,” a friend recalled. “The best car, the wittiest put-down, and the best dress.”

She also had a constant shadow in her youngest sister, Diana. “I idolized my eldest sister and I used to do all her washing when she came back from school. I packed her suitcase, ran her bath, made her bed—the whole lot. I did it all and I thought it was wonderful,” Diana told Morton.

In 1977, Sarah, who had suffered from anorexia, according to Brown, met Prince Charles at Ascot. The two began dating, and it was Sarah who introduced Diana to the prince during a shooting party at Althorp (“I’m cupid,” she’d later quip). “I remember,” Diana later said, “feeling desperately sorry for him that my sister was wrapped around his neck because she’s quite a tough old thing.”

But Sarah’s romance with the prince would soon end. She made the mistake of talking to reporters. Not only did she reportedly confess to having “thousands of boyfriends,” she also disparaged Charles as a hopeless romantic. “I wouldn’t marry a man I didn’t love, whether it was a dustman or the King of England,” she said. “If he asked me I would turn him down.”

This cardinal sin would cause Sarah to be promptly frozen out, with Charles reportedly informing her, “You’ve just done something extremely stupid.” And so, only three years later Charles would begin to court the blossoming Diana. Perhaps there was a hint of jealousy in her alleged counsel to a despondent Diana to not pull out of the wedding over his relationship with Camilla: “Bad luck, ‘Duch. Your face is on the tea towels so you’re too late to chicken out.”

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