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The Outsider | Benjamin

Thirty | Mr. Benjamin Ayles Untitled Gentry, Barrister

Formally or Informally Announced: Mr. Benjamin Ayles

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: Mr. Benjamin Ayles

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “Sir,” or “Dear Sir,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: "Dear Mr. Ayles,” or, more familiarly, “Dear Ayles,”

Addressed in Speech: Mr. Benjamin Ayles, Mr. Ayles, or, more familiarly, Ayles

Referred to in Speech: Mr. Benjamin Ayles or Mr. Ayles

Social Correspondence Signature: Benjamin Ayles

Biography

Benjamin Ayles has never had any illusions about his lot in life. Born to Ephraim and Marjorie Ayles, a struggling barrister and a nursemaid, his childhood was punctuated by certain events. First, the birth of his sister, Isabella, a skinny, sickly thing; second, the death of his mother. Collapsed together inside their family home, he and his sister spent all their hours by one another’s side - reading books, stealing squares of dark chocolate from the kitchen, Benjamin holding back Isabella’s hair as she coughed and struggled. It was not, however, an unhappy home; the whistling wind through cracked windows covered by the scratch of quill upon parchment, by Isabella humming a tune. They were not poor, but neither were they comfortable. Their father was a busy, irritable man - wrinkles and frown deepening as he trudged through the underbelly of London’s belching streets, seeking justice where perhaps there was none; light in the shadow when the night grew ever darker.

By the time Benjamin was himself a man grown, Ephraim had provided what he could for his family, and when he found he could do no more, his passing came as nothing quite as explosive as a shock, rather more an eventuality. Accordingly, as the only male left in the Ayles’ line, Benjamin was thrust upward to the head of his family, the sole protector of his sister - although it had been that way since her untimely birth. He had never found himself wanting for ambition; his deepest cause in life to simply see that Isabella was looked after, however it was not until one of his late father’s clients came knocking on their family home that he truly realised his calling.

The next seven years of his life were dedicated to Inns of Court in London, his studies turning his palm-prints blue and black and scratched with ink. Becoming a barrister was a long, arduous and often thankless task. Many of the people he wished to represent could not afford it, or were simply disregarded entirely. To Benjamin, this callousness - this cruelty - toward the poorer of the town, sickened him. It was within these years that something hardened in his heart, as he himself took those same steps down winding streets into the coil of London that his father had; saw with his own eyes the plight and destitution of its people, and wished to do more.

As a barrister, he had a sharpened tongue and a quick wit; as a brother and surrogate father, his smiles began to fade. It was not to the detriment of his affection for his sister, rather the natural response to the beating a man’s soul endures when forced to witness what Benjamin had. Men and women sentenced to death for crimes they had not committed, taken from one dark, damp corner of London and thrust into another - this one with the promise of the sling of a rope around their necks. He took to drinking in his study, late nights with several books cracked open before him, taking down feverish notes, only retiring to his bed when the sun was bleeding through the smog in the sky.

It was just another ordinary day when it happened. At the court offices, he received a letter - the words nonsensical and at first, thought to be a farce. But there - in elegant script and crisp ink, a promise: for the rest of his life, Benjamin Ayles would be entitled to seven thousand pounds a year, deposited into his account, free for him to do whatever he liked with. It would elevate him - his status, his position, his family, Isabella - provide her comfort for the rest of her life. His benefactor remained anonymous, despite all of Benjamin’s attempt to unmask them. But he would be a fool not to take it, no matter what his gut said.

It felt… wrong.

To become a gentleman, to leave his work behind, everything he had built from his father’s legacy, and join their ranks - that of the elite, the unassailable, those who got away with anything and everything for merely the sheer fortune of their birth and rank. It stifled him. The expectation, the looks, the comments behind folded hands. He’s still not used to it, by any means. It’s only been a few months since Benjamin Ayles stepped out into society, a far flung location from trawling the grimy streets of London, shoulder-to-shoulder with Bow Street Runners and thief-takers. For his sister, though, he’ll do it.

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The Matron | Sophia

Thirty-Three | The Most Honble. The Dowager Countess of Westhorpe Earldom of Westhorpe, Barony Westcliffe

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Most Honble. Sophia, The Countess of Westhorpe or The Most Honble. The Dowager Countess of Westhorpe

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: Sophia, The Countess of Westhorpe or The Dowager Countess of Westhorpe

Formal Correspondence: Salutation: “Madam”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lady Westhorpe”

Addressed in Speech: "Lady Westhorpe” the first time in conversation, followed by    "my lady.“

Referred to in Speech:  “Sophia, Lady Westhorpe” or “The Dowager Lady Westhorpe” or more familiarly “Sophia Westhorpe”

Social Correspondence Signature: “Sophia Westhorpe”

ABOUT

Captain Charles Grisham, an officer of His Majesties Navy, was the second son of the Fifth Earl of Westhorpe. With his independent comfort secured at the age of twenty-two when an aunt passed and left him a comfortable fortune, and more than a dash of heroic charm about him, he cut a dashing figure in society. Even with his lasting refusal to resign his commission in the Navy, he was considered a valuable matrimonial catch. Which made it all the more galling when, rather than falling at the feet of one of the season's leading belles, he fell into the clutches of the well known demimonde Sophia Kidd. At least, that is how the vicious old gossips spun it.

Having started life as the daughter of milliner who drank himself to death, Sophia had turned to the stage to support herself. It was while walking the planks that she caught the eye of her first patron, a Mr. R, who helped introduce her to more rarefied circles in London. For a couple years she moved between keepers, becoming a well known figure for her grace and cleverness, though few would ever call her the most beautiful of London's demimonde. Still, it was a surprise to many when it was announcement, neatly printed in the papers, that Captain Charles Grisham of Westcliffe had married Miss Sophia Kidd by special license a day before he was put back out to sea.

The rumor mills ran amok, of course, and more than a few bets were taken down in White's book as to when the new Mrs. Grisham might be found to be increasing. Overtime, and with the Captain's return from sea, it became clear to all that the reason for their nuptials was an enduring love, something even the cattiest London gossip could only condemn with a grumble that there'd been no frantic flight to Scotland to add lasting spice to the scandal. It was ultimately the Fifth Earl who set the tone of acceptance for his daughter in law, accepting it with grace undercut by the comment that Charles was free to marry where he wished and if he, the Earl, had been twenty years younger, he might have made an attempt with Sophia himself.

It took nearly two years for the happy couple to retreat from their avid social life to prepare for a coming happy event. Sophia tends to say the wait was for a double bundle of joy. Thomas and Eleanor welcomed with excitement and celebrations, soon proving to be the light of their Grandfather's life, comforting the old Earl in his twilight years.

The old Earl died in February of 1803, leaving Charles's elder brother Edward to assume the title. Sophia was just starting to lay away her mourning when Edward fell from his horse in a dreadful hunting accident, leaving him horribly injured. The more cruel gossips may have looked to the new Lady Westhorpe and muttered darkly about the fortunate luck of her incredible lies, but even that was soon squashed: after all, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Grishman had been at a dinner put on by the Admiralty in London at the time of Edward's accident, miles away in Leicestershire for the Meynell Hunt. By the end of 1803, the Sixth Earl had followed his father into peaceful repose, and Charles Grisham was the Seventh Earl of Westhorpe.

The next four seasons saw Lord and Lady Westhorpe as veritable fixtures of society, reliably holding grand balls and amusing parties that were inevitable crushes and frequently heralded as some of the best of each season. Even beyond the season they were known for their hospitality, and to be invited to a house party at Westcliffe Court was an honor. Yet beyond the glittering, heady swirl of society, the war raged on.

While Charles was retired from military service in favour of his duties as a lord, he was often called upon for his experience and insight, in Parliament and by both the Admiralty and the Horse Guard. It meant long hours and extended time in London even outside of the season, away from his family. Perhaps the strain contributed to the ultimate collapse which Sophia would blame on the news of the Battle of Corunna, which saw numerous old friends lost. Doctors could do nothing for Charles, who passed away with Sophia and his children at his side before January was out.

The house was quickly closed up again, and she retreated to Westcliffe Court to be with her children as they mourned. Some might have expected her back for the 1809-1810 season season, but the Westhorpe town home remained dark and closed up, and some began to wonder if the vibrant Countess would ever return.

Wonders were put to rest the following year, when the house was opened up once more. Lady Westhorpe arrived with her two young children in tow, seemingly ready to once more take London by storm.

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The Ingenue | Catherine “Kitty”

Twenty-Three | The Lady Catherine St. Claire Earldom of Ralston, Barony Wexford

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lady Catherine St. Claire

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lady Catherine St. Claire

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “My Lady,” or “Madam,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lady Catherine St. Claire,” or, more familiarly, “Dear Lady Catherine,”

Addressed in Speech: “Lady Catherine” or “Catherine” (or “Kitty” if addressed by a very close friend or relative

Referred to in Speech: “(The) Lady Catherine (St. Claire)”

Social Correspondence Signature: Catherine St. Claire

Biography

Born to the Earl of Ralston, Catherine St. Clair was held by her family as the most precious of things from the day of her very birth. The image of her mother, she was, all blond hair and blue eyes. As if her father needed more to adore her.

The youngest and only girl of the St. Clair brood, she always got away with her childish mischief and never waited more than a day to see even the most ridiculous of her demands met. She used to sit on her father’s knees while he signed documents and she wove flowers, she made her brothers take turns to play pretend with her, she sat in front of her mother’s vanity as she braided her hair for the night. Her life was as sweet as she was spoiled.

And that was how she grew, a sweet and kind girl. Always too timid to stray too far from the safety and comfort her family provided and, honestly, too naïve to make it if she ever did so. And so, she stayed like that. She lived and experienced the world through her brothers’ tales. Charles told her about university and all the interesting things that he learned. Byron talked of art and the places he would one day see and travel to. She did not understand much of what Ambrose said, other than the fact that she somehow knew his doings weren’t very proper. Many women would have not been satisfied with just hearing of these things, but Catherine was. She was happy.

But, of course, life has a way of ruining one’s happiness in just a moment. When her father passed, Catherine was destroyed. Never had she felt real pain and now she had no idea of what to make of it. She found solace in her family. She could no longer sit on her father’s lap but her brother’s arms were ready to take her in at any time. With Charles engulfed by his newly acquired responsibilities and Ambrose off doing whatever it was that Ambrose did, Byron became her rock. At least until he left again.

She managed to keep healing without him, though. Her hopeful and joyous nature winning over her grief. The day came when she once again played happy tunes in the piano and when she picked her pink, and blue, and yellow dresses over her black mourning gown. The day came when she was okay again.

And as if life had a personal quarrel against her. Just when she had found a life outside grief, Charles went on to follow her dear father. It did not take such an apparent toll on her this time. Her home had once again been shrouded by darkness and she vowed to herself to be the light that fought it. She did not wear black this time. She did not openly break down crying in pain. She laughed and sang instead, hoping it would help those around her forget for just a little bit. Even if she too was hurting on the inside.

With all that had happened Catherine had even forgotten she was supposed to make her debut the season her brother died. Perhaps it was for the best, she wasn’t really in a good state to find a match. On retrospective, though, she now wishes she had already been promised before Ambrose got out of his mourning. That way maybe her hand wouldn’t have been offered like any common piece of jewelry in a game of cards.

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The Foundling | Eira

Twenty | The Lady Eira Blanchard Dukedom of York

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lady Eira Blanchard

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lady Eira Blanchard

Formal Correspondence Salutation:  "My Lady," or "Madam,"

Informal Correspondence Salutation: "Dear Lady Eira Blanchard," or, more familiarly, "Dear Lady Eira,"

Addressed in Speech: “Lady Eira” or “Eira” , if addressed by a very close friend or relative

Referred to in Speech: “(The) Lady Eira (Blanchard)”

Social Correspondence Signature: Eira Blanchard

Biography

Eira is kind and occasionally witty, and she does her best to be a friend to everyone. Because of this, she sometimes befriends people she should perhaps avoid instead, and her sweet nature can occasionally get her into trouble. She also gets frustrated with herself when she finds herself having dark thoughts, even about her stepmother, for she's determined to see the goodness in everyone. 

Eira had a rather ideal childhood spent riding her horse, taking long walks, climbing trees and sneaking into the kitchens to bake--even if she wasn’t technically allowed in there. The cook and household staff had trouble saying no to the little green-eyed imp.The duke and duchess were devoted to their little girl, also rarely saying no to her. Eira was an accomplished horsewoman, always looking for someone she might race against or to whom she might show off her skills. She always wished she had siblings and a large family, but she was an only child. Close with her cousin The Country Gentleman, Eira visited as often as her parents allowed, following him around, seeing him as the older brother she never had.

Everything changed for Eira on her twelfth birthday. Her mother’s death was followed by her father’s murder when she was fifteen, which left her in the care of an abusive stepmother who hurt her both physically and emotionally. Her stepmother, the woman who had poisoned Eira’s father, controlled the duchy with a firm hand, preventing anyone from helping Eira and keeping the truth of her treatment from the tenant farmers and villagers Eira had befriended over the years. It finally became too much for her to cope with, and terrified that if anyone tried to help her, they too would face her stepmother’s wrath, Eira ran away from home when she was seventeen. She would have perhaps requested aid from her uncle, aunt, and cousin, but her stepmother had lied to the naive girl, telling her that they were dead. When she ran, Eira chose London in the hopes that her stepmother would be least likely to find her there. 

She lived on the streets for a few months, learning how to pick locks and pockets as she did what she had to to get by until a chance meeting led to her being given a home with The Rogue. Her feelings for him grew quickly, and she felt she could have been happy with him forever. Eira was thankful that her father had visited London the bare minimum, only when his responsibilities required it, and Eira, even less. It had been nearly seven years since she had last visited London with her parents, prior to her mother’s death, so no one seemed to recognize her as the daughter of a duke, and thankfully, The Rogue didn’t ask many questions. When the truth of her parentage came out, however, he decided to entrust her further care to a friend of his, so Eira now resides with The Matron. Eira was heartbroken, even though she knows it’s for the best. 

Only The Rogue knows the truth of what happened during her time on the streets, and it’s important to Eira that no one else discovers the unladylike and illegal things she got up to with him. With her debut in society fast approaching, her new guardian certainly has her hands full preparing her to find a husband worthy of a Duke’s daughter.

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The Newly Made | Byron

Thirty-One | The Right Honble. The Earl of Ralston Earldom of Ralston, Barony Wexford

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Right Honble. The Earl of Ralston

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Earl of Ralston

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “My Lord,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lord Ralston,” or more familiarly “Dear Ralston”

Addressed in Speech:  "Lord Ralston" the first time in conversation, followed by    "my lord" or, more familiarly, "Ralston"

Referred to in Speech: “(The) Lord Ralston” or more familiarly “Ralston”

Social Correspondence Signature: Ralston

Biography

Byron was born to do much more than endure the life of an Earl. Truly he knew he had had the privilege of being born the second twin three decades ago. That and that sheer luck had always been on his side, not so much his brother’s to his dismay. Charles and Byron had done everything together; attended Eton and suffered their Mathematics professor’s boring classroom as a pair and sailed through the years together thick as thieves. They thought, as young men did, they would share every escapade and misadventure for all the years of their lives. But the one thing that they would not do together was share an Earldom, and for that Byron had no qualms. In fact, he relished in the freedom of being a second son given his affinity for shirking responsibilities.

When Charles was being primed to take on his station, Byron had yearned to explore the world. He would spew nonsense ( according to Charles, at least ) about learning the art of life and living the art and, one day, finally come to the decision of leaving home to carry out those intentions. Their father did not approve and was of the inclination that Byron should remain in England to find a wife and not go gallivanting across the Atlantic to an end that the 4th Earl of Ralston knew Byron would never deem satisfactory. Alas, a few months into his travels, Byron’s father passed suddenly. Charles had henceforth inherited the lands and titles of their father, sealing his fate as the 5th Earl of Ralston.

Halfway through his adventure across the continent, Byron returned to England to mourn and stayed upon his brother’s silent request. No words were needed between them, almost as if they could each read the other’s mind. However, Byron could not deny the call of the seas and the beckoning of the marble museums of Paris for long. The art in Italy were as pretty as the women but none had compared to the sights of Greece where he spent quite some time—more than the other cities. At the ripe age of 30, Byron had thought life was grand and that he had all that he needed and wanted. At least, that’s how it should have been.

Tragedy struck a second time and this time it claimed the one person in his life Byron had never been without—his twin brother. The grief was unbearable and yet, life had to go on. That is the art, isn’t it? Life went on whether he did or not. The things he had never wanted in life had now become his and the things that he did want had to be relegated. His priorities had changed almost overnight, making him into someone new, someone other. Now, a year into his Earldom and a year of answering letters and maintaining the land, Byron’s finally starting to settle the deep quake in his heart. But of course, bad things come in threes. This time, in the form of his younger brother’s mistake of inadvertently gambling away their only sister’s hand in marriage.

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The Bluestocking | Francine

Twenty-Five | The Lady Francine Oakland
 Marquessate of Briar Glen

Formally or Informally Announced: The Lady Francine Oakland


Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Lady Francine Oakland


Formal Correspondence Salutation: "My Lady," or "Madam,"

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lady Francine Oakland
,” or, more familiarly, “Dear Lady Francine,”

Addressed in Speech: Lady Francine, or Francine if by a very close friend or relative

Referred to in Speech: “(The) Lady Francine (Oakland)”

Social Correspondence Signature: Francine Oakland


Biography

As the only child her mother was able to bear before her untimely departure, Francine has been her father’s pride and joy since day one. The two were thick as thieves, despite the duties of childrearing being allocated to a series of nannies it wasn’t uncommon to find the two together. It seemed that learning to walk was less of a milestone for Francine and more of a convenience, as it was far easier to simply follow him than expect him to carry her everywhere.

Though her desire to serve as her father’s shadow dwindled slightly with age, she can still clearly remember when her father announced over dinner that he would be sending her to the country to attend a private seminary. Francine dreaded the idea of attending school. She had spent all eight years of her life within the walls of that manor, after all. On her first night away from home she spent the hours before bed praying to whatever deity was willing to listen, hoping that they would allow her to return before the first day of classes. She obviously didn’t expect to enjoy school, let alone thrive within an academic environment. While embroidery and piano lessons present in her schedule never really appealed to her, she felt a magnetic pull towards the library. True, most of the books provided by the school were either fictional or religious texts. However, the small section of the library that was dedicated to arithmetic and chemistry delighted Francine. She’s confident that her name is the most frequently written in that library’s registry, and it’s just as possible that her name is alongside only a handful of book titles.

Many of Francine’s mornings were spent in the school’s courtyard, scrawling away in a notebook that was supposed to be dedicated to French. Instead, it was filled with formulas and equations. The housemother, as perplexed as she was by this child’s fascination with numbers, often allowed Francine to borrow her copy of the Woman’s Almanack. Inside contained the household tips and medical advice that would be expected from this kind of publication, it also contained a series of problems designed for mathematicians. (Apparently, the two demographics of the almanack were well-to-do women and sophisticated mathematicians. Luckily, Francine planned on becoming both.) Of course, she never worked on these problems in front of the housemother, instead opting to copy the questions in private before returning the document at a later date. She had been discouraged from pursuing these interests by many administrative forces within the school, the dean going as far as to suggest that this would somehow, “fever her brain.” In response, Francine didn’t shy away from her interests, just became quieter in her quest for knowledge. She would enhance her femininity, socializing frequently with her peers about such pressing issues as potential courtships and dance class. Though she did thoroughly enjoy attending the private balls held by the school and having some particularly amusing conversations with her roommates, she knew that she didn’t desire a legacy that simply painted her as a wife. No matter how frequently the school attempted to remind her of her in-born status, she always wanted something more.

At the age of seventeen, it was finally time for Francine to return home. While she had spent the holidays with her father, her insight into his life following her departure was limited to letters. They were frequent but routinely vague. She always assumed her father was either busy or life in Briar Glen was as uninteresting as she ever knew it to be. One can only mention the migratory pattern of the birds so many times. However, upon her arrival to the manor, she soon realized that her father’s letters were not fueled by boredom alone. According to the maids, he had become gradually more and more confused over the past couple of years. Though he wasn’t necessarily engulfed by this ailment, he tended to struggle with remembering what had happened throughout the day. So that by the time he sat down at night to write his letter to Francine while she was away at school, he couldn’t entirely recollect what he had actually done. Leaving Francine with a hollow idea of what life was like within the manor

Years had since passed since her return, and since then she had once again become her father’s shadow. She often follows him as he attends meetings, essentially serving as his memory under the guise of a lonesome daughter. Years of studying mathematics within the halls of her seminary school had genuinely benefited her, though under undesirable circumstances. Unbeknownst to the general public, she has taken on the duties of distributing and collecting taxes for the county. She also allocates finances, making decisions about infrastructure and paying local officials under the forged signature of her father.

At the present moment, Francine is approaching the end of what should be the prime period in her life for courtship. Despite this, her private responsibilities have left her overly disengaged from the prospect of marriage. Even when she dedicates time to developing potential romantic pursuits, she is often left either distracted or repelled by the men of polite society. Often left unable to hold a sophisticated conversation with them, as they fear that even an ounce of intelligence they may present her with will cause her mind to rot, she often spends her time at these balls politely nodding along to these dull discussions. Fully aware that she performs the same political duties as these men, and often times she carries these duties better.

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The Dandy | Ambrose

Twenty-Five | The Honble. Ambrose St. Clair Earldom of Ralston

Formally or Informally Announced: Mr. Ambrose St. Clair

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Honble. Ambrose St. Clair 

Formal Correspondence Salutation:  "Sir,” or “Dear Sir,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: "Dear Mr. St. Clair," or, more familiarly, "Dear  St. Clair,"

Addressed in Speech: Mr. Ambrose St. Clair, Mr. St. Clair, or, more familiarly, St. Clair

Referred to in Speech:   Mr. Ambrose St. Clair or Mr. St. Clair

Social Correspondence Signature: Ambrose St. Clair

Biography

ambrose has always lived life as a free man, following the example his favorite brother byron often set for him. if the second son could get away with so much, you could only imagine what the third got up to. he lived his life comfortably and frivolously, entertaining the beautiful whenever he pleased. that was, up until about two years ago.

wild ambrose appeared to be tamed––something no one could even accomplish with the second eldest st. clair boy. around the same time, extravagant gifts began arriving at a certain lady’s estate, one only down the road from the st. clairs’. the most uncontrollable st. clair brother seemed to calm down … until his eldest brother’s untimely death.

charles’s passing, following only years after their father’s death, sent the family into disarray. byron returned home, somehow changed and not at all changed all at once, his sister’s debut was postponed, and ambrose … well, ambrose couldn’t exactly be called calm any longer. for the six months of proper mourning, no one saw ambrose st. clair. all of his time was spent on the family estate, and he refused to take any social calls.

it wasn’t until the six months had passed that he slipped into his old habits, while gaining some new ones as well. not only did he disregard societal rules and expectations as before, but he also picked up the bad habit of drinking and gambling.

lately, he’s had a bad streak, and in a desperate attempt to save his own arse, ambrose threw in his sister’s hand in marriage as a bet.

Rumors:

1. He notoriously ended an engagement before the family moved, although no one is sure of why

2. He is often found drunk and gambling, sometimes going so far as to reach into the family coffers to keep playing.

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The Hoyden | Isabella

Twenty-Four | The Honble. Isabella Aldwyn Viscounty Cheltenham

Formally or Informally Announced: Miss Aldwyn

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Honble. Isabella Aldwyn

Formal Correspondence Salutation:  "Madam,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Miss Aldwyn,”

Addressed in Speech: Miss Aldwyn

Referred to in Speech:  Miss Aldwyn

Social Correspondence Signature: Isabella Aldwyn

Biography

O1 ━◞ ISABELLA

Being the eldest of the female Aldwyns was always a curse for Bella, specifically because of her personality. Headstrong, independent and stubborn, if you told her to go left, she would go right without a moment’s hesitation. And when she did so, she’d speak with such a sweet and charming tongue abreast mirthful giggles that you’d always sigh in defeat because you simply can’t turn down that look of sheer joy. Known among the household to be as unruly as a wild stallion yet to be broken in, many of the house staff and family members who must manage her affairs are often chasing after her, her body racing as quickly as her mind (and attention span). Upon hearing such comments, Bella wholeheartedly agrees that she proudly has the spirit of a stallion, wild-hearted, adventurous and happy to indulge in what freedom she can taste. She believes very strongly in making her own decisions and following her own path, an opposite sentiment to what she’s been taught all her life and she struggles constantly with the tension of what she selfishly wants and what’s expected of her.

Bella wears her heart on her sleeve, unashamedly expressing her highest highs and lowest lows.  Neither does she shy away from confrontation. Especially when displeased or when facing conflict, she will say it as it is, no matter how hard she tries to keep her mouth shut. Her loose tongue has gotten her into deep trouble more than she’d like to admit.

While impulsive, Bella also lacks any sense of self-preservation. At her best, it means she will go above and beyond (perhaps even at her own expense) to those she loves and are loyal to. At her worst, Bella wouldn’t realize she’s in danger if she was looking at a wolf six feet away. (To be quite honest, she’d possibly try and attempt to tame it.)  As such, her schemes and fun often get away from her and put her in arguably dire circumstances.

The world outside her tiny universe in the Aldwyn estate always drew bella to it like a moth to a flame. It took time and numerous failed attempts to learn how to sneak out of the house; from taking advantage of the servant exits, to bribing the footmen, to convincing her maid Nancy to accompany her. When she managed to escape from her governess, Bella would explore Cheltenham (or London depending on the season) and became acquainted with as many of the townspeople and the common folk as she could. At times, her brother, Harry, would sneak out from his studies to accompany her. Other times, she would visit her cousin, Simeon, and wrangle his arm to convince him to take her around.

O2 ━◞ FAMILY

Teresa di Santa Maria del Ponte, the fiery ninth daughter of a Marquis in one of the Papal states in Rome, had not intended to marry an English man. But when Philip Aldwyn visited Italia for business and he met the saucy girl, it is as they say – it was history. Teresa, who hailed from a large family, only wished to instill the same warmth in her own family. Teresa was fortunate enough to survive childbirth of nine children – two sons, Edmund and Henry (”Harry”) and then seven daughters. (See more about Bella’s siblings here.)

As Teresa hoped, the Aldwyn siblings were as close as can be. Even as a wee child, Bella liked to follow her brothers, especially Edmund and all his schoolboy friends. But it was Harry who she was closest to. Proximate in age, they grew up as best friends. Harry would let her get away with the most, defend her against Edmund and their parents, and even assist her little acts of rebellion. Of all their family members, Bella believes that Harry is the only one to truly understand her desire to make her own choices and have her own thoughts.

In the same vein, Bella dotes on her younger sisters, often pushing her sisters towards following their passions and to ignore the pending doom of being married off. Her mother and governess, all too aware of bella’s tendency to spoil and lead her sisters astray, are particularly firm in their discipline with the younger Aldwyns.

The Aldwyns had intended to debut Isabella when she turned 20, but after having her heart broken by her first love, she begged her parents to delay her entrance. This was followed by both her Father’s passing, and then Edmund’s passing only years after, which delayed her debut further. Now considered rather late for her first Season, Bella is debuting with her two younger sisters simultaneously. She is more than aware that her Mama is anxious for her eldest daughter to make the first match and set the precedent for her six (6) other daughters. In light of the recent deaths, and the taking up of the mantle by Harry, who had never prepared for the role as Viscount, a secure marriage would assure their old name continued to thrive, despite the recent tragedies. 

However, Bella still struggles with Edmund’s sudden and mysterious death. Paired with the loss of her closest brother who must throw himself headfirst in being the Lord Cheltenham, Bella has been left stranded and alone in direction. What Bella is unawares of a dark shifting behind the scenes that may had led to Edmund’s death. 

The Aldwyn name is one of old money and old title, passed down from generations. Despite only being a viscounty, their family is known for their wealth and fortune. Bella had never given thought to how the Aldwyns made their means. What she does not know is the unseemly business that her Father, Edmund, and cousin ran – that the Aldwyn fortune is dirty and has been for generations, their family having multiple hands in the shadowy sides of England and beyond. From the talk of the town, she had heard rumours milling about pertaining to the secrecy behind their mass fortune and snippets of her father’s reputation – ones that slandered him, claiming that anyone who spoke dirty of their family would be ridden of. Such rumours were always quashed as fast as they appeared. Neverthless, Bella finds it hard to believe her sweet father and her doting brother who were widely respected in the Ton would be anything but honourable. 

O3 ━◞ LIKES, QUIRKS, AND TIDBITS

Growing up in Cheltenham, a region famed for its horse breeding and informal horse racing (soon to be formal in 1815 actually!), meant Bella was no stranger to horse riding. She had been riding with her Brothers since she was old enough to walk and handle a horse. Her favourite past-time is exploring the town and surrounding landscapes with Harry and her horse, Athena. Since childhood, bella always sought to be outdoors, preferring to run around on the grounds or to swim in nearby waterholes. Unfortunately, the older she became, the less she was permitted to do so.

Archery being one of the more active upper class activities that she is ‘permitted’ to engage in passionately, Bella is an excellent archer, and enjoys showing off her bowmanship at any garden or picnic event. Though she would not claim to be as polished in her pall-mall skills, she is irrationally competitive with the game. If she were to identify a reason, she would blame how often she and her siblings played in their childhood.

Having seen the way her parents looked at each other, Bella believes in marrying for love. That being said, the Season is not the most fitting of circumstances, and Bella finds herself more irritated than not after being constantly compared and sold around like cattle. The thought has crossed her mind to not marry as the biggest act of rebellion but finds herself waning in resolve at the thought of how it would affect her siblings. And she also has not put the possibility to rest that she possibly could be as fortunate as her parents and not only fall in love, but have the cards fall into perfect position. 

Tidbit 1: Her birthday is February 18.

Tidbit 2:  If she is to be courted, the way to her heart is dancing. Bella has every quadrille, every waltz memorized, enough so she can dance the steps in her sleep.

Tidbit 3:  Though she lacks the attention span to make the most of her studies, bella does happen to have excellent visual memory, allowing her to play the lyre or the pianoforte from memory in short bouts. (Excellent party trick!) She does rather enjoy music, especially that of the lyre where she is not forced to sit. 

Tidbit 4: She has a scar around her neck from an unfortunate horse-riding incident from when she was 12. Consequently, she is never without a large necklace. It is what she is most self-conscious of.

O4 ━◞ SECRETS

One of her dearest friends who she had met from town is one of the girls at her cousin’s whorehouse. There have been rumours that she frequents the place, more than any proper lady should, but not enough to have ever made trouble.

Something happened that scared her and that she’s buried deep in her memory; something that her Father covered up for her before he died. Will expand on this as roleplay goes. Dun dun dun. 

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The Artist | Jasper

Thirty-Three | Mr. Nightingale Untitled Gentry

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: Mr. Nightingale

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: Mr. Nightingale

Formal Correspondence Salutation: "Sir," or  "Dear Sir,"

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Mr. Nightingale” or more familiarly, “Dear Nightingale”

Addressed in Speech: “Mr. Nightingale” or more familiarly “Nightingale”

Referred to in Speech: Mr. Nightingale” or more familiarly “Nightingale”

Social Correspondence Signature: “Jasper Nightingale” or “Nightingale”

Biography

The union of Percival Nightingale and Joanna Vaughan was not one of love — or even fondness, for that matter — but one carefully selected for them by their parents to combine generational fortunes. Percival was the eldest and only son amongst a flock of Nightingale women ( one elder sister, and four younger, to be exact ), and thus would inherit the ( rather impressive ) family fortune when the time came. Joanna was not graced with such a bountiful family, and was the only surviving child borne of her parents; it was to be her matrimony that would carry on her family’s legacy. And so, they were wed. Percival and Joanna did not love one another, and whether they do now is dubious at best, but they were amicable.

Only a year into their marriage, they were blessed with their first child; a bumbling bundle of joy and laughter, and a son, no less! Just how fortuitous it was! He was given the name Jasper in remembrance of his maternal grandfather.  Jasper was a happy baby, and more importantly, a silent one. He did not cry — save for when dear Nanny Agatha was just a smidge too late in uniting him with his mother for mealtime — and had only smiles to offer when his parents would make a rare appearance in the nursery. It was when he learned to speak that the trouble truly began.

From a young age, it was apparent Jasper was a rather opinionated boy. The moment he could comprehend and form sentences of his own, he had quite a bit to say about the world around him. His mother brushed it off as nothing more than a silly phase, and his father found it to be rather troublesome. The first son was to be a picture of grace and manners, and Jasper was quickly proving to be anything but.

He wasn’t an only child for long — seven years after his birth being the eldest of four Nightingale children. Jasper was rather ecstatic to be an older brother ( or rather, to no longer feel so lonely playing in the nursery by himself ) and yet, his siblings seemed to get on better with each other than they ever did with him. Perhaps ( and he liked to convince himself this was, indeed, the reason ) it was because of his status as oldest brother. It was intimidating, no? Or, perhaps ( and he liked to convince himself this was, in fact, not the reason ) it was because they simply didn’t like him. He was entirely unlike his siblings. They were reserved, well mannered, good young gentle men and women … and Jasper was anything but: he was eccentric, uninhibited, spoke exclusively out of turn, and simply did not care for the intricacies of the society he was born in to. He could tell in following years that his younger siblings, despite the fact they were supposed to respect him, viewed him with the same disdain his parents did.

Come his tenth birthday ( give or take a few weeks ) Jasper found himself growing rather attached to his father’s eldest sister, Charlotte ( Tottie, affectionately ), after her return to English Society. She was quite the eccentric old maid — by society’s standards, at least — and used what money and time she had come her twentieth birthday to travel beyond the North Sea.  She was an artist with no desire to marry, and taught Jasper everything he knows. They would often spend afternoons poised side by side, sketching and painting for hours and hours until their hands cramped and they create no further. Tottie was, in many ways, Jasper’s only companion — save for dear Nanny Agatha, but she was employed and received payment to humor the young boy, so it was a smidge different — growing up. She was Jasper’s dearest friend in a home that felt more like a maze than a sanctuary.

Jasper spent his adolescence completely immersing himself in his craft, often times skipping lessons with the governess to hide away in his study, painting and drawing and thinking — always thinking. He was an intelligent young man, there was no doubt about it, he simply cared more for the arts than he ever did his academics. And hell, was he good at it. A natural talent for the arts, nurtured with hours of practice and lessons led to a rather impressive artistic sense in Jasper from the age of 12.

In his fifteenth year, there was a new ( and final ) addition to the family — Teresa. She and Jasper were just the same; full to the brim with joy and laughter. Though she was fifteen years his junior, Jasper loved his baby sister fiercely in such a way that he wished he had been loved as a child. She would grow into a promising young woman, eventually following in his artistic footsteps, but that wouldn’t be for many more years.

As soon as he was old enough, and was granted the permission by his father, Jasper accompanied Tottie across the sea to Paris, France. For the better part of two years, he explored and painted and discovered who he truly was, all at the encouragement of his dear Aunt Tottie. Though it was his first time away from British soil, Jasper just knew he had to see more, had to experience more. He could feel it in his bones. But, just before his twentieth birthday — when he was to return to England for the season — Tottie fell ill with an awful fever, one she simply couldn’t shake. It was a frigid, silent winter’s eve when she passed, Jasper at her side. He returned to England alone.

Rather than attending the season with his family members as he had intended to, Jasper spent his twentieth year across seas — mourning in a rather strange way of his own. He painted, and painted, and painted until no piece of his wardrobe was spared the fate of a splatter or two of paint and his hands ached from how he worked. It was cathartic, and painting with such fervor and frequency began to develop quite the name for himself.

Jasper attended his first season at twenty one, outfitted with a certain charm that accompanied a travelled artist ( though, truth be told, he had absolutely no idea what he was doing and made it by entirely on the seat of his pants ). He was a rather handsome marriage prospect, being both a good looking young man and the inheritor of a rather impressive fortune, and yet Jasper did not marry and would not marry for his next 14 seasons.

His time was spent, between yearly trips to London, traveling farther and father past the North Sea: Paris, Milan, Athens, Istanbul … If there was a way to get there, he’d find it. He documented his travels through his art, painting every beautiful landscape, flower, tree, man & woman he came across. It was entirely for himself, a rather selfish deed to leave behind his family in England in pursuit of Wanderlust, but it didn’t hurt that members of the Haut Ton would scramble to buy his one of a kind works upon his return to London.

Seventeen years of travel and artistry led him to become a rather hot commodity at the social gatherings of the season. Provided with enough punch, Jasper could regale dozes upon dozens of people with stories of what grandeur he encountered on his travels for hours. He was not always so confident, in fact he almost never was, but there was just something so changing about the season, something that made him a different man … He could never decide whether he liked this different man more or less.

Now, in his thirty-fifth year, Jasper Nightingale is still unmarried. Rumors have begun to circulate that perhaps he never intends to marry, instead devoting himself to the uncertain life of a bachelor; leaving broken hearts in his wake wherever he may go ( Though, in his defense, the broken hearts of his past were more often his own other’s). There have also been rumors circulating that after Jasper’s rather tardy arrival to London that the elder Mr. Nightingale launched quite the verbal tirade against his first born son. The kind of monologue that ended in the dreadful promise:t if Jasper was not engaged by end of season and give up his entirely hedonistic ways, he’d be thrown to the wayside and all inheritance would be instead passed to Lucien instead.

But, those are, of course, only rumors … Right? For Jasper always thought if he were to marry, it would out for love, not necessity! And he could survive without his family’s money, for he makes enough of his own! … Right? … Right?

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The Soldier | Michael

Thirty-Two | Captain Sir Michael Hunter Captain, British Royal Army

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: Captain Sir Michael Hunter

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: Captain Sir Michael Hunter

Formal Correspondence: Salutation: “Sir,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Sir Michael Hunter,” or more familiarly “Dear Sir Michael”

Addressed in Speech:  “Sir Michael”

Referred to in Speech:  “Sir Michael Hunter”, or more familiarly “Sir Michael“

Social Correspondence Signature: “Sir Michael“

Biography

(TW: PTSD, DEPRESSION, SURVIVORS GUILT, DEATH)

michael was born to the hunter family in oxford, as the youngest son. he has always been somewhat second when it came to his family. growing up, they didn’t have much of anything. and his parents were always considered commoners for the most part, so living in the high society life never even crossed his mind. although, it was a lifestyle the hunters always envied.

it wasn’t until michael’s oldest brother found himself with education and wealth at 25. it brought his parents great joy, and he, just had to come along with it. though michael was always more interested in traveling and writing more than anything, but it was hard for his parents to be proud. though one person who michael had always admired was his grandfather, who was a general in the british army. he always looked up to him because he didn’t care much what people thought of him, or his background. he grew his platform without wealth and earned trust and honor all on his own, something michael wish he could live up to as well.

eventually, michael chose to join the british army at the age of 16, something his parents were very fond of. he grew during his time, became a highly ranked captain. it game him the chances to travel the world, like he always wanted, and a way to honor his grandfather’s memory. however that all came crashing down when a battle went bad, and it ended with him becoming the soul survivor, however with a wounded and crippled leg and was forced to be honorably discharged.

michael did not go unnoticed in society, especially by the queen. her majesty even knighted him when he came back from war and had insisted he come and be a part of the season, his family made it hard to turn her down. the season was something michael was very foreign with, when coming back. though his brother was very familiar, it’s how he found his own wife, and even brought his family more money. though from what he’s heard, just a line of desperate women looking for marriage, something that put a sour taste in his mouth. but it’s what was expected.

when michael came back, he was always putting on a good face. very kind, considerate, charming, all that everyone expected from him. however, deep down, michael is still haunted by the war. he sees the faces of the men he let down each night, and the memories of his past. he wakes with night terrors often, fears the mistakes he once made could come back around, and now walks with a cane. he clings to the hope that putting it all deep down, finding love and getting married would make it all better.

Michael is haunted by his own possibilities from when he was a young soldier. He fears he may have a child out of wedlock when he was in Paris, from a young maiden. However none is confirmed, all there for proof is a letter he has yet to respond to.

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The Rogue | Sebastian

Twenty-Five | The Lord Sebastian Mackenzie Marquessate of Inverness, Chieftain of Clan Mackenzie

Formally or Informally Announced: The Lord Sebastian Mackenzie

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Lord Sebastian Mackenzie

Formal Correspondence Salutation: "My Lord,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lord Sebastian Mackenzie ,” or more familiarly “Dear Lord Sebastian," or "Dear Mackenzie,"

Addressed in Speech: Lord Sebastian, or Sebastian or Mackenzie, if addressed by a very close friend or relative

Referred to in Speech: (The) Lord Sebastian (Mackenzie)

Social Correspondence Signature: Sebastian Mackenzi or Mackenzie

Biography

Sebastian is a Scot through and through. His love for the highlands are as richly deep as his love for all things deviant. Sebastian’s family has held the title of Marquess for two generations now. Sebastian would be the third generation to hold the title. However, the Mackenzie family has been chieftain far longer. While the claim to power has made the Mackenzie clan’s timeline extremely murky. Sebastian can find the earliest date of their chieftain status around 1780’s.

He was born into wealth and high society. It came naturally to Sebastian just like breathing. Many believed he was able to handle the power because he was born to it. In actuality, Sebastian natural adaptiveness came from his callous charismatic personality. Sebastian. His gift of gab and flirtation seems to compel everyone he has come in contact with. Which made his actions all the more nefarious.

Sebastian believes that Scotland should be independent from England. He has organized and attended various crimes throughout Scotland and England territories that border Scottish lands. However, no one is able to pin him to any of the crimes*. Any that know of his involvement either are loyal to the cause or never to be seen from again.

While Sebastian’s intentions are now controversial it wasn’t always like that. Sebastian had been sent to a private bordering school for his behaviors. Growing up Sebastian was cruel**. He would act out, fight, cause destruction, and hurt anyone. While in the same breath would struggle with his own mental health. The boarding school was a way for his parents to fix him. The experience never cured Sebastian of anything. It just made him more cunning and well adept to his environment.

Sebastian has been an eligible bachelor for an extremely long time. He doesn’t take many people to bed. The few that do are mostly fly by night, one night stands. There was only 2 that anyone really gossiped about.

In truth, Sebastian doesn’t understand the concept of love. He understands power and instant gratification. The only reason he’s attending this Season is because his parents are forcing him to go. Through an ultimatum they gave him before the Season began. They believe a wife will soothe his aggression, and hope this event will help.  

Crimes*: some of the crimes he had committed are arson, blackmail, assault. Cruel**: Cruel would be in the form of like I mentioned fighting, destruction of property. He’s callous and that means he can be verbally cruel. For instance if Sebastian sees a woman/man/whomever trying too hard to look beautiful, even if they ask him or not, he would tell them their ugly. It’s to be cruel but in his head that people try to hard to be beautiful that its ugly to him. So he knocks people down to stop inflating their ego.

Personality:

Personality wise Sebastian is complex. So his negative attributes were mostly outlined in the bio. But some others that isn’t discussed are loyalty, sarcasm, intelligence. These are basic things. Sebastian loyalty comes from the clan he grew up around. He found kinship among brotherhood. There were many times that Sebastian was in trouble and one of his close friends saved him. However, he doesn’t dish out loyalty like its nothing. He holds it close to his chest. In a lot of ways he is disloyal to almost everyone. If he sees weakness/blood in the water he will take the person down if they got what he wants. But if that person cuts through his armor Sebastian will take a bullet for the person no questions asked. This goes hand-in-hand with him being protective over the people he cares about.

Sebastian’s relationship when it comes to love is complex. He understands love because he can physically see it. However it doesn’t resonate within him. He can flirt, he can have sex, but the minute feelings get involve he shuts down emotionally. The walls come back up. And that’s because he has never been in love. I don’t know if I would consider him unable to love, but its difficult. He understands power dynamics more.

He’s a logical person as well, when he’s not angry. Sebastian’s love strategy and puzzles. He can play chess for hours He loves strategizing. He’s always scheming, brainstorming, and he sees things like puzzle pieces or like a Tetris game (modern equivalent) what are the right pieces to fit perfectly that will get him to wipe out the opponent. He’s also fearless. Sebastian understood what the fight in Scotland meant. He’s not afraid. While he’s secretive about his plans and agenda. He isn’t afraid of death. The one thing Sebastian is afraid of is being nothing or more so afraid of not amounting to anything. He’s selfish so while he does things for Scotland that seems unselfish but that’s only because it affects him. Which makes it a problem he wants to solve. He’s the type that he wants people to remember his name.

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The Peeress | Margaret “Maggie”

Twenty-Four | The Right Honble. The Countess of Roseberry Earldom of Roseberry

Formally or Informally Announced: The Right Honble. The Countess of Roseberry

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “Madame,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: "Dear Lady Roseberry,”

Addressed in Speech: "Lady Roseberry" the first time in conversation, followed by    "my lady."

Referred to in Speech: “ (The) Lady Roseberry” or, more familiarly, "Margaret Roseberry"

Social Correspondence Signature: “Margaret Roseberry”

Biography

tw: parental death, miscarriage

Caroline and Gregory had longed for a child. In the early months of their marriage, they would wander long hours on the grounds of Dalmeny House in excited discussion, as in love as they were the evening they met; wondering aloud if their son would learn to hunt like his father, if their daughter would have her mother’s eyes. Gregory wanted a child in order to see who they could become in the world. Part of it was a sense of duty, too, but more of him was excited to love another person completely. Caroline felt born to be a great lady, and being a mother was a natural part of that – a sign of her success.  A wealthy baron’s eldest daughter from the north of England, she had secured a more than agreeable match with the Scottish earl. She was rich, and beautiful, and young, and had the world – and the earl – at her beck and call. This was a way to secure her position in his heart, and in his home.

However, their early years of trying were tainted by heartbreak, which led to a division between them that never fully repaired as the years grew longer and they remained without. Five losses, one near-term, and by then Caroline was cresting thirty, and she was tired. Gregory began to see faults in her spurred by his own anguish at the losses, the embarrassment of not being able to carry on his family line, and the worry that the earldom may instead someday pass to one of his siblings. Caroline became externally cold, while internally fearing that Gregory would leave her for someone who could provide him his heir. But then, finally. Maggie.

Maggie came into the world screaming, which is not unusual for babies. Despite her early elation at the healthy pregnancy and birth of her daughter, Caroline did not find herself easily taking to the act of mothering. Their enormous estate had rooms upon rooms, and more servants than were necessary for the family of three, and she would often sequester herself in her quarters claiming headaches while nannies fussed over the babe. Gregory, when he wasn’t away (which was rather often), doted on Maggie. However, he also became increasingly protective, and paranoid, as it became apparent that she was to be his only heir. He couldn’t leave Caroline and try for a son, he still loved her too much for that, despite their separate quarters and the few words that passed between them without bitterness. So he played with Maggie, read to her, and sang to her, but kept her inside, away from other children and animals and anything sharp. She was safe, spoiled in some ways and starved in others. Most of all, she was frequently lonely.

Gregory died in a hunting accident when Maggie was eight. And suddenly, she was Countess. Heirs-general succession was more common among Scottish nobility, and her mother felt gratitude that her house and lifestyle were not to be snatched away by one of her husband’s siblings, but her sense of security was still rocked. A dormant part of her mourned deeply for her husband, though she mourned more for herself, knowing that rumors of her past losses and her advancing age would prevent her from being seen as prime marriage material. Her best bet was to rely on being taken care of someday by “her dear Margaret,” the inheritor of her husband’s titles and land. So, even with Maggie being as young as she was, Caroline devoted herself to overseeing her upbringing, this time with a heavy hand.

Maggie, however, had a stronger will than Caroline expected. Though her heart ached for a while at the sudden influx of her mother’s “affection,” she wasn’t altogether enchanted by her and willing to abide her every order. After her father’s death, she began sneaking away to exploring more of her family’s grounds and mixing with villagers and those from other estates. She grew from a headstrong and sometimes petulant child, to a cunning and ambitious adult. She knew that she held the real power in the relationship with her mother, as a peeress of her own, as much as Caroline pushed and prodded at her. She took to art, and the pianoforte, and took dancing lessons with the other noble girls, and visited England and her mother’s family, and all the while imagined ways to actually escape it all, at least for a while. She just hadn’t thought the haut ton would be the escape she needed. She delayed going for several years, finding the idea of being tied to one mediocre man only after her wealth and title repulsive. But when she realized that she had a choice – and a chance for adventure – in going on her own (with the addition of The Companion) and without her mother’s meddling – she finally prepared to make the trip south.

Maggie’s intentions at the ton are to find a match that she finds suitable. She expects that it will most likely be the highest-ranking eligible bachelor who she doesn’t find completely odious. A part of her…a part of her desires love, but she knows that love doesn’t always last. Sometimes it isn’t strong enough to overcome obstacles. And so, maybe she will find someone tolerable to marry who will turn a blind eye (or never find out) regarding any dalliances she wishes to have in the future. Most of all, she cherishes her agency, though it may be limited compared to the agency of a man. Her power is greater than most women of her day can hope to achieve, and she intends to wield it well.

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The Country Gentleman | Henrie

Twenty-Eight | The Lord Henrie Latymer Dukedom of Brighton

Formally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lord Henrie Latymer

Informally Announced or Addressed on Social Correspondence: The Lord Henrie Latymer

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “My Lord,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Lord Henrie Latymer,” or, more familiarly, “Dear Lord Henrie ,”

Addressed in Speech: “Lord Henrie” or “Henrie” if addressed by a very close friend or relative

Referred to in Speech: “(The) Lord Henrie (Latymer) ”

Social Correspondence Signature: Henrie Latymer

Biography

Henrie was born into a large, loving family, the fifth and youngest child with three rambunctious older sisters and a stern but loving older brother, and two parents who somehow managed to maintain some sort of household peace amid the chaos. His father was Duke of Brighton, a bustling country town east of London that favored livestock trade and was known for their sprawling, fog-covered meadows. Henrie’s status as the youngest child meant his responsibilities were few, and his possibilities were endless. He excelled in his studies, but quickly grew bored of the indoors, and could be found running around town with his governess panting behind him.

Henrie wanted to see the world, travel by boat and horse and carriage and foot, and experience the adventures he had only read about. When he was sixteen, he joined his eccentric aunt and sister in a three-month trip to Spain, and finally got the opportunity to flex his adventurous spirit. Henrie’s sister would groan when he dashed to the carriage with his hair mussed and mud stained boots, but his Aunt Elly would laugh hysterically and make Henrie recount every moment. Aunt Elly understood Henrie’s need for adventure – she was the same, a spinster who had avoided London society in favor of joining relatives on exciting adventures, and had grown quite odd in her mannerisms throughout the years.

Henrie first experienced London society and the matchmaking season when he was twenty, and absolutely detested it. The conversation was mostly boring, and two of his three sisters had already made advantageous matches and were filled with suggestions he didn’t ask for. His other sister, along with his older brother, were paraded around like prize pigs, and Henrie couldn’t stand it. He tried avoiding society events with all manners of excuses, and avoided making a match that season. Next year, he pleaded with his mother to let him skip the season – Aunt Elly was traveling to France, and she needed protection! She begrudgingly let him go, and he spent the summer in France… and then the next summer climbing the cliffs of Wales… and then summer after that exploring the canals of the Netherlands. His parents were willing to excuse his presence, as Aunt Elly was growing worse in her condition (which would now be diagnosed as OCD) and needed the support. Henrie adored her, and hated the physicians who tried to contain her to her bedroom. She just needed the opportunity to exercise her mind and spirit, and her eccentricities were nothing to fear, like so many townspeople did.

Henrie has spent the past two summers at Aunt Elly’s estate in the countryside, as her conditioned worsened and made long distance travel impossible. His parents excused his absence by blaming his adventurous spirit, not wanting Aunt Elly’s condition to be town gossip. Henrie was grateful – it wasn’t common for young men to spend their prime years escorting elderly women, but his relationship with his aunt was precious, and he felt he was the only one who understood her. They finally found a wonderful physician, one who embraced Elly’s personality and soothed her body, without stifling her quick wit. Henrie was eager to learn about medicine, and sped through medical textbooks and theories and his physician’s techniques. It was fascinating, but was it a suitable career for the second son of a Lord? Henrie honestly didn’t care – he could be the first Lord Physician, who would care.

Earlier this year, Aunt Elly passed away in her sleep peacefully, leaving Henrie filled with painful but beautiful memories – and the unfortunate consequence of having to move back home and rejoin society. His mother is now eager to get Henrie married. His older brother wed three years earlier but has only one daughter, so to maintain their stewardship, the plan B falls to Henrie having a son who could maintain the family lineage. He balked at this, sulked in the corner, rode off to the neighboring town in defiance for a couple nights, but it could not be avoided. Henrie was returning to society, whether he liked it or not. His parents have gently warned him to avoid conversations of Aunt Elly, but what was he supposed to tell people he had been doing these past few years? So instead, he came up with wild adventures (his mother forbade him to say he was a pirate, which had been one of his favorites) and is set to enter society once again.

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The Second Son | Malakhi

Twenty-Five | The Honble. Malakhi Sinclair Earldom of Suffolk

Formally or Informally Announced: Mr. Malakhi Sinclair

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Honble. Malakhi Sinclair  

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “Sir,” or “Dear Sir,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: "Dear Mr. Sinclair,” or, more familiarly, “Dear Sinclair,”

Addressed in Speech: Mr. Malakhi Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair, or, more familiarly, Sinclair

Referred to in Speech: Mr. Malakhi Sinclair or Mr. Sinclair

Social Correspondence Signature: Malakhi Sinclair

Biography

Life Leading Up:

Malakhi was born to Mikhail Sinclair and Clara Bastien, the Earl and Countess of Suffolk. As the second son, and fourth child, of the Sinclair’s, Malakhi’s birth was not terribly notable. He was not treated badly by any means, he had a life of privilege and comfort of course, but he always felt he had to try even harder to stand out. This wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, as it led him to excel at academics, athletics.. almost anything he tried. But despite this he always felt inferior, feeling that he was always working to prove his worth.  Because of this, as he moved into his teen years, his resentment had grown and he didn’t care at all to be anything like his brother or father, nor did he care to impress them.

In the latter years of his adolescence he shirked the few duties he had and grew into the young man that he felt was his true self: opinionated, free spirited, and admittedly a bit reckless. He has spent the last five years of his life away from home, traveling and indulging in pleasures of the flesh.. long nights spent at lavish parties, gambling, and taking lovers- only migrating back to the area to attend the season. Despite his enjoyment of the indulgence he was able to partake in during his visits, the last two years he was not in attendance as a stubborn kick back to his mothers insistence on his marriage.

Family:

Even before his “switch” in personality Malakhi he was never close his with father or brother, Mathieu. As for his mother, after four children it seemed that she no longer had the urge to be as nurturing as probably needed, leaving the raising of her children to nursers and governess’, the fact that her third child-a daughter called Marguerite-had died during child birth and she fell pregnant with Malakhi only a few short months later most likely exasperated this issue. Malakhi was always closest with his oldest sister, Madelaine. She was eight years old when he was born and somehow quickly bonded with him, the two easily becoming attached. Maybe it was his childish worldview but Madelaine always seemed to be the most artistic person he had ever met, this was one thing that he did not excel in and he loved to watch her paint in the sunniest room of their manor. To his dismay, his beloved sister married and moved away when Malakhi was 13, leaving him with a lonesome feeling and helped to push his resentment for the rest of his family, making him feel as if he had lost the only person that he connected with.

Personality and Rumors:

As mentioned before, Malakhi is an opinionated man, not shy to share his thoughts with others. He’s free-spirited, a trait that often makes him a bit reckless, but always open to an adventure. He has been called selfish, an attribute that he doesn’t love, but he won’t shy away from. He has lived a life of privilege and often feels that material things, and doing as he pleases with little regard for others, is the only thing that fulfills him.

He was often a topic of conversation amongst the “finest” of society, but even more so during his time missed from the season. Talk of how he lives have caused rumors to swirl, some feeling that he gives his family a bit of a bad name, some enjoying his quirks (though perhaps that is because of his affinity to spending the money he is allowed on lavish parties and clothing, both for himself and whoever he has surrounded himself with for the time being).

But the largest cause of the rumors about him come from his love life, or somewhat lack thereof. Malakhi is not shy about taking lovers, his flavor of the week.. or night, never really being a secret.. whether they are male or female. Many believe that this may be the reason he has yet to, and seem to have no interest in, getting married.

Current:

Despite his purposeful and pointed stubbornness about marriage, as he approached his twenty-fifth year Malakhi began feeling the pressure of his future. Something that was not as set in stone and secure as his brothers. So he has decided to attend this years season, hoping that he can stifle his self-destructive ways long enough to secure his future in one way or another.

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The Eccentric | Safiye

Twenty-Four | The Honble. Safiye Delaval Barony Delaval of Seaton Deleval

Formally or Informally Announced: The Honble.Miss Safiye Delaval

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: Miss Delaval

Formal Correspondence Salutation: “Madam,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Miss Delaval”

Addressed in Speech: Miss Delaval

Referred to in Speech: Miss Delaval

Social Correspondence Signature: Safiye Delaval

Biography

There are many young ladies set upon the social scene every year for one singular purpose. Marriage. Clad in dazzling gowns accessorized by brilliant baubles each young miss wears the finest fashions of the season like armor preparing for the war ahead hoping to taste victory before the bitter prospect of spinsterhood settles in. Thrust upon the floors of the grandest ballrooms and only naturally accepting the most exclusive invitations delicately gloved hands and sweet, simpering smiles hide ravenous witches in search of only the most advantageous of matches. It is a terrible thing to be a young lady with few prospects in the world beyond becoming someone’s wife. It’s an awfully exhausting existence for anyone to run around in a silent panic scrambling to climb the social ladder and worrying what others’ opinions of you were.

Yet there perhaps is a girl who exists still that has always been from the day she was born so frightfully unafraid of the world before her. Perhaps such a girl exists and has yet grown into a ravishing young lady who would rather than fish for the marrying sort of man with lacey things and silk stockings sketch the sea creatures of the Aegean Sea or travel the world to culture herself and experience other worlds?. Could there be a young lady that delights with the talk of many strange things and wonderful oddities thought dreadfully unacceptable for a young lady to be interested in? What young woman would rather tinker with mechanical toys and a menagerie of interesting and well-cared for animals than gossip over the marriage market? Could there be such a creature whose signature color mirrors the sea in which her family made their name and fortune showing a great devotion to it rather than pretty pastels other young ladies wear to blend into someone’s drawing room walls?  Was there a being who had just enough of everything to take bits and pieces of her soul and give them freely to those who needed light in the darkness of their little corner of the world? Should such a woman exist she would almost certainly be a Delaval. Safiye Delaval to be exact. Could anyone expect anything less from a personage born from within the ranks of quite the larger than life family. The Delevals certainly had in the short amount of time since their prolific rise into nobility amassed a reputation for being quite outrageously wealthy, massively entertaining and extremely eccentric. Even before the Delavals were given the Barony of Seaton-Delaval and only styled as simple Baronets certain members were never far from a scandal sheet as admirals, sea captains and the occasional amorous gambling soldier and member of parliament. Great Uncle Francis himself was either being lauded for his many great deeds, his plethora of adventures or his penchant for several different vices and trickery among hosting the most glorious parties with his signature flare. His story though is not the story many are as interested in now but that of his great niece born sixteen years after his death and only a year after her family was given their hereditary title.

To understand the wondrous young woman, the magnificent and strange creature that inhabits Seaton-Delaval Hall in Northumberland overlooking the sea and views of Cheviot Hills in all their breathtaking wonder we must consider what a scandalous pair her own parents were. We need to look into the past to see what makes her human and yet divine in all her many foibles and odd little quirks she survives on. We must go back to the days when Grandfather was building their small empire only twelve years before Safiye’s birth and the ultimatum he gave his only son. Sir John, only a Baronet at the time, had spent many years slaving away to establish them as a family to be reckoned with and one that had many successful enterprises. He’d paid his brother an annuity for possession of Seaton-Delaval Hall and all that came with it. His birthright. That single purchase allowed him to build up rich agricultural endeavors, lucrative mining operations, collieries and establishing a fleet of merchant vessels and shipping contracts with the East India Company and would see exorbitant wealth when managed properly by the extremely business savvy Sir John come to the Delavals opening doors that had never been open to them before. It would open doors for his son, John the younger. Truth be told, Sir John had always been the most tame child when it came to the ‘Gay Delavals’ as they were already well known as. John the younger though was a little too much like the individuals that had caused them to earn that moniker. He was such a handsome young man with access to more money than he’d ever know what to do with it and a world his father only had a taste of. With luscious locks, ruggedly handsome features and a healthy dose of charm it was hard for such a young man not to know how attractive he was and with that came a certain level of blind arrogance. Foolishness. John the younger was a stupidly good looking young man and in his day his foolishness would get him in a world of trouble but it would lead him on the journey to find Safiye’s mother. In a failed attempt to romance a serving girl and her utter refusal of his affections ( via an extremely embarrassing injury from a swift kick ) Sir John was tired of his son’s foolishness knowing well what such foolishness resulted in. Sir John Delaval, a most wealthy and influential man was not about to bankroll another relative who knew not the cost of what they did. Thus Safiye’s grandfather expressed to his son that for the coming social season he would not spend it at one party or another but making a name for himself proving he was worthy of the dynasty they hoped to build or end up penniless.

So it was that the social season of 1775 was missing one of the most eligible bachelors and notorious rakes.  While others were at balls, sneaking kisses in dark corridors living as if there was no tomorrow John Francis Delaval faced savage seas deciding to take up his father’s challenge with the East India Company. On rolling decks with wave that threatened to capsize the massive merchant vessels, John would kiss the wood of the imperial docks in Istanbul. Originally he was set only to be an observer on this trade mission because the East India Company had a high regard for his father and young Delaval was an unproven food. Fate had other plans and in the audience with the new Sultan he proves immensely useful even befriending the humble and pious ottoman sultan. For a few short months John stayed here offering to act as a liaison between the company and the emperor and when it was time for John to leave the sultan gave him two gifts- a letter for King George expressing a wish to open up further trade with England and a wife. It was a most irregular marriage between persons of two different worlds but the Sultan wouldn’t allow his good friend John Delaval to leave without a wife like any proper man be he Christian or Muslim ought to have.  At the end of the social season in which he’d attended none of the grand parties he was presented at the final ball of the season  “Sir John Francis Delaval, Bt. and his wife, Lady Ayse Delaval”. A horribly smitten pair of the oddest love birds took the floor and John could barely be parted from a gorgeous woman many young ladies despised for a few years to come. After all an unknown woman from a far away land stole away a rich suitor. Ayse was an incredible woman and a bit like what her daughter would be to some lesser degree. England and its customs were strange to her but Sir John, the eventual 1st Baron Delaval took a great shine to his only daughter in law. It may not have been the most traditional course to follow but he took the woman under his wing and along with his second wife trained her up in the ways of a proper English lady and business-minded person to help run such a large estate. Safiye’s father would need a steady hand to help him even if he’d proven to have changed his foolish ways and show he had it in him to do the right things Sir John desired. Safiye’s mother took to it like a fish to water and could be seen working hand in hand with her father in law and husband operating under the guise of a personal secretary but being a nearly equal partner in decisions. It hurt no one that again she and her husband were madly in love and threw grand parties bringing a little of the Delaval flair to each following season no matter if they weren’t technically a noble family yet and did whisper across the table to one another in three different languages. They were wildly cultured, wickedly entertaining and until better and more exciting news would come along we’re quite the magnets themselves for gossip when they weren’t enjoying a ‘quiet evening’ on their estate. From such a spirited and intriguing couple could one expect anything less of their children but to be  similarly interesting? Examining the past and her unique parentage it should’ve been hardly surprising that Safiye would do something entirely different than most young ladies of her age?

One could go on and on about the days between and before Safiye’s birth. An author could recall the the four brother including a set of twin sons   that came before her or the lands and titles that would be granted to grandfather who by the time they were elevated to the Barony Delaval of Seaton-Delaval Hall could see his line ensured on into the future beyond his son. Truth be told those days following the marriage of John Francis Delaval and Ayse were inconsequential, lackluster and hardly worth mentioning until Grandfather’s favorite was born. Safiye was the true wonder of their house. On the 19th of February in the year 1787, Safiye Caria Elaine Delaval was born. Small galaxies were brought into existence, sparkling like the heavens full of a thousand stars wondering just how vast her world really was. Her brothers were already growing too quickly for their own good and just two to three short years after her own birth they would be sent off to Eton to spend their days being educated like proper lordlings as and she would have rule of their roost. That wasn’t entirely accurate, no - an old man growing older by the day would walk hand in hand with his only granddaughter and he could deny her nothing. There was such a larger than life spirit in her - an infectious joy and desire to live life as one saw fit.

It could be claimed that there had been no more happier child, none more blessed than she to be beloved and carefree. A country girl yes and somehow a cosmopolitan and curious young thing. That was just as she was a child no more than ten or eleven and those had been her days from the beginning. Eyes shined brighter than the sun and within them lay those small galaxies a light with a hunger to know and understand the world around her in an age of innocence. Giggles filled the corridors and great hallways of home and across England at the feet of seas and persons she would grow the strongest bonds of friendship from pauper to near princes and she would consider them her family. Safiye when she found her tutors lacking in the knowledge she desired, Grandfather commissioned her a vast library to be added on to the house and took to looking for professors that were progressive and forward thinking for his little dove. Safiye saw the world changing and heard the many lectures in London from learned men and scholars, peeking at the essays printed by the Royal Society and naturalists and pleaded with her doting Grandfather and father to have an education like her brothers were given who were now marrying or going to work for the family businesses. There was some trouble yes from a girl who believed firmly in the things at such a tender age so passionately as she did viewing the world differently than most could imagine. A blossoming young woman was a character strong and understanding, only seeking to appreciate her world and the odd things for the strangely beautiful subjects they were.. From the moment the happy little child picked up her first pen, instrument, mechanical toy or cautiously reached out to touch a wild thing a course was set in motion that would forever change her from what she could’ve been. The girl had opened Pandora’s box but it was not evil and misery that fell out; rather further curiosity it was no longer possible for a girl to be like all the other young ladies and be as they had always been locked in competition in a world designed by men.

Oh heaven’s above she was a luminary youth, a girl who blazed forth into the world like the brilliant burst of light. It became quite established that her definition of what a lady should be and the standards that had been in place for an age were different. The Haut Ton could be cruel and could whisper about her eccentricities, her supposed failings using the blanket word ‘odd’ for how she was, baptizing her as something of an acquired taste that because of her family’s great wealth was fascinating in the same breath. Safiye was a gentle woman yes, she knew proper etiquette and how to embroider and all sorts of domestic minded ways of thinking but a well informed and educated miss craved more like those Delavals before her. She enjoyed travel, exploring sciences, the proper and ethical care of animals and to what the rest of the world defined as bizarre to their narrow understanding of the world. Like any true Delaval there were parties, many parties and incredible tricks and near feats of magic and illusions. There was no party ever had before like a Delaval affair and while Safiye hadn’t debuted yet she certainly had a hand in each of them from the menu and music and each stunning display of affluence was a delight to the senses even more astonishing than the next bringing pieces of the world she adored and was eager to teach others about in such a way it fascinated to know end and gossip columns talked about it for weeks. If she was not off on her own grand adventures on what would become her family’s ancestral home working with tenant farmers and the merchants that would pass through the port there or the many beloved pets and plants she carefully looked after a young woman wandered London. Safiye would walk museums, sit in on lectures of the most peculiar things often thought to be far beyond a woman’s understanding, and enjoy the talks of naturalists and adventurers - of engineers, physicians, mathematicians and fascinating weird and fickle subjects. If it were not London however it was at her dear friends estates enjoying their company and towards the end of grandfather’s life when the young lady had grown into quite the young woman at his side serving as his private secretary and travel companion. In hindsight in her short life that was just as challenging as it was enchanted if one asked her now what her favorite days were; they would be the final few years of grandfather’s life. When he retired from his seat in parliament, when the once Sir John handed over the reins to his son and his sons decided he would take a leisurely stroll about the mediterranian. Safiye suspected always that was the reason she hadn’t debuted when other young ladies her age had officially entered the marriage market and higher society at 20 and 21 that she was off painting seascapes with an eye on and old man and her grandmother enjoying a day at the beach. It was a bittersweet sabbatical from the rigors that were the Haut Ton, of London & English society and excess that she did admittingly enjoy. There was a near constant stream of letters between her and friends - loved ones she’d promised always to write to and to father she communicated Grandfather’s health for Grandmother’s letters embellished the truth. Upon her return to Seaton-Delaval Hall it was clear the final days of the man who’d built their name were over. He’d softened yes - Baron Delaval enjoyed the grand parties and the mechanical contraptions Safiye tinkered with or the animals and people she doted on without judging their lots in life knowing all things deserved a wonderful life. He even apologized to her father for how hard he once was and the three women that were with him in his final breath were Grandmother, his second wife, Ayse’s mother and his most precious one.

After the death of the 1st Baron Delaval , Safiye went through the traditional period of mourning for a grandparent which was six months. It was dreadfully hard for a young woman to be swimming in fine black gowns for a child who had been raised in bright, bold colors with a deep devotion to sea green. Despite how wildly she’d grown up there was that brief period of time where she never left their lands and even her own friends saw less of the wildly entertaining and strange bird she was. You only saw glimpses of her in the moonlight, sitting atop a high garden wall in a nightgown talking to the moon. Safiye even took to speaking to her plants, humming to the large number of them in her conservatory. Young lady Delaval seemed only to have time in those six months to spend it with the land and animals that were always her pieces of heaven. Thankfully much to the pleasure of her friends and close companions she did come out of the haze of grief but did not debut that year or the next. Rumors have been circulating that there had since the death of her grandfather been a rift between herself and her own father and her utter refusal of having to be painted up as the picture of perfection and put out on display in hopes to catch a good husband. Her duty to her family now was to secure such a man and like all other young women marry and conform to societal rules. These rumors, true or not would’ve rendered her a most ineligible woman, too independent, to out there and confused about the proper way of things. If it weren’t for her money or her beauty not that Safiye put much stock into either thing herself and did her best instead to be a proper human being such talk would be unforgivable in the eyes of the Haut Ton - a daughter outright refusing her father’s wishes ( not that again such gossip was true ) is seen as fire; flavor to a fascinating young woman that would be a prize to any ambitious man. We see her now, this particular young lady, an eccentric, independent and intelligent young woman thrust upon the marriage market. At twenty-four we see her finally enter the fray officially as a marriage prospect with an astonishingly large dowry that could easily secure any man’s position in this world for an age. Truth be told, the Safiye that delights in novel things such as education, business, agriculture, engineering, the arts and an appreciation for the unknown oddities in life has been her decision all along. Her brothers were either married or about to be and it had been widely thought at one point among the family that Safiye Delaval as wildly wickedly wonderful as she’d never desired to be married herself. Perhaps her head up until now had been full of thoughts of a singular lifestyle breaking boundaries and antiquated rules and truly pioneering a change women deserved or to do something worthwhile with her generous allowance to help the poor and suffering. Perhaps there had existed dreams in that marvelous mind of doing something unheard of but here a lady stands at the edge of the unknown when so much of the world and her own companions’ lives are changing. Dressed to the nines in the most lavish designs she enters the marriage market, presented by her mother the Baroness of Seaton-Delaval making the choice to find a good match for her family’s sake. That after all would be her only reason to enter the Haut Ton as a potential match so that makes a person wonder what sort of situation would call for a singularity surprising young woman to submit to the rules she herself never cared much for? Only time will tell but Safiye has arrived and so the game begins.

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