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Lord William Andrew Stanhope, Marquis of Devonwood
Age: around 30 appears younger
Appearance: tall and dark haired and light eyed, now with a barely perceptible limp, from a wound received at the Battle of Trafalgar.
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The letter from France had come completely out of the blue. Indeed, I had almost forgotten that the child even existed, my ward, Victoriana Nottingham. Her father, and my great friend the Earl of Lancashire, had sadly perished at sea, with his wife 11 years earlier. My last act of friendship towards him, had been to promise the court to care for his daughter.
In spite of Great Britain being at war with France, I deemed it correct to send her to a convent in Provence. I would like to say that she was a charming girl, even if consumed by grief at the time. That sadly, would be an erroneous statement, in truth, she was a brat, and what is more, a spoilt brat at that, who thought everyone around her was her servant. Indeed, that was one reason I sent her to the convent, being sure that those wizened old scrawny nuns would knock her fiestiness out of her, and produce a pleasant uoung adult instead.
After a very tiresome four day journey, inloving a sailing ship, and four changes of horse and carriage, I finally arrived at the convent. It was already late afternoon when I rang the bell.
"Bonsoir Madame (good evening)
Je suis Le Marquis de Denonwood (I am the Marquis)
Je ne parle pas francais, c`est mal et tres petit (I do not speak french, it is bad and very little)
Madamsoiselle Victoriana Nottingham s`il vous plait (Victoriana please)"
Age: around 30 appears younger
Appearance: tall and dark haired and light eyed, now with a barely perceptible limp, from a wound received at the Battle of Trafalgar.
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The letter from France had come completely out of the blue. Indeed, I had almost forgotten that the child even existed, my ward, Victoriana Nottingham. Her father, and my great friend the Earl of Lancashire, had sadly perished at sea, with his wife 11 years earlier. My last act of friendship towards him, had been to promise the court to care for his daughter.
In spite of Great Britain being at war with France, I deemed it correct to send her to a convent in Provence. I would like to say that she was a charming girl, even if consumed by grief at the time. That sadly, would be an erroneous statement, in truth, she was a brat, and what is more, a spoilt brat at that, who thought everyone around her was her servant. Indeed, that was one reason I sent her to the convent, being sure that those wizened old scrawny nuns would knock her fiestiness out of her, and produce a pleasant uoung adult instead.
After a very tiresome four day journey, inloving a sailing ship, and four changes of horse and carriage, I finally arrived at the convent. It was already late afternoon when I rang the bell.
"Bonsoir Madame (good evening)
Je suis Le Marquis de Denonwood (I am the Marquis)
Je ne parle pas francais, c`est mal et tres petit (I do not speak french, it is bad and very little)
Madamsoiselle Victoriana Nottingham s`il vous plait (Victoriana please)"
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I had hoped, that seven years in the convent might have changed the petulant spoilt child that Victoriana had been at 11 years of age. But, I quickly realised that this was not the case, and that I needed to set out my strategy, but not here ,in her room.
Turning to the Mother Superior, I spoke haltingly in my very limited french.
"Madame, nous allons, cafe s`il vous plait, pour moi?" (Madame, we shall go, coffee please, for me.)
My plan being to sit in her office for an hour or two, and leave the brat to think. To my great surprise, the Mother Superior seemed to understand, and bade me to follow her. We spent the next hour discussing my ward, and her petulant, and sometimes very childish ways. I realised that the problem may well be that there had been no man in her life, to discipline, and teach her the way that things should be from a male viewpoint.
Two hours later, I returned to her room, this time alone, it was time to tell this child some home truths. Knocking on the door, I entered, seeing her lying on the window ledge, against the pane of glass. She started to say something, but I was having none of that.
"SILENCE child, you will listen to me, and to what I have to say, before you breathe a word, and when you do, it will be in English, nod if you understand me."
Her head barely moved, as her eyes flashed with anger, but that was of no consequence to me.
"When your parents sadly passed away, I was given the charge of being your Guardian, I admit it was a task that I did not relish, but nevertheless, I took it on. If only out of respect for your parents, and our great friendship. I placed you here, in the hope that the intervening years, would allow you to become a personable, eligible young lady at 18, whom I would be able to introduce into English society. NOT the spoilt child whom I had brought here all those years ago.
I would remind you Victoriana, that part of my charge, is to manage your late father`s estate and finances, until your are 21, when you will inherit them. What this means is this, you are effectively penniless Victoriana, unless I decide otherwise. The contract with the convent expires at midnight tonight, and so young lady, you now have two options.
Return to England with me tonight, or tomorrow morning, be placed outside the gates here, alone, and with no means of support. I will wait in the Mother Superiors office for one hour, and then leave, with you, or without you."
Turning on my heel, I left her alone, to think upon her future.
Turning to the Mother Superior, I spoke haltingly in my very limited french.
"Madame, nous allons, cafe s`il vous plait, pour moi?" (Madame, we shall go, coffee please, for me.)
My plan being to sit in her office for an hour or two, and leave the brat to think. To my great surprise, the Mother Superior seemed to understand, and bade me to follow her. We spent the next hour discussing my ward, and her petulant, and sometimes very childish ways. I realised that the problem may well be that there had been no man in her life, to discipline, and teach her the way that things should be from a male viewpoint.
Two hours later, I returned to her room, this time alone, it was time to tell this child some home truths. Knocking on the door, I entered, seeing her lying on the window ledge, against the pane of glass. She started to say something, but I was having none of that.
"SILENCE child, you will listen to me, and to what I have to say, before you breathe a word, and when you do, it will be in English, nod if you understand me."
Her head barely moved, as her eyes flashed with anger, but that was of no consequence to me.
"When your parents sadly passed away, I was given the charge of being your Guardian, I admit it was a task that I did not relish, but nevertheless, I took it on. If only out of respect for your parents, and our great friendship. I placed you here, in the hope that the intervening years, would allow you to become a personable, eligible young lady at 18, whom I would be able to introduce into English society. NOT the spoilt child whom I had brought here all those years ago.
I would remind you Victoriana, that part of my charge, is to manage your late father`s estate and finances, until your are 21, when you will inherit them. What this means is this, you are effectively penniless Victoriana, unless I decide otherwise. The contract with the convent expires at midnight tonight, and so young lady, you now have two options.
Return to England with me tonight, or tomorrow morning, be placed outside the gates here, alone, and with no means of support. I will wait in the Mother Superiors office for one hour, and then leave, with you, or without you."
Turning on my heel, I left her alone, to think upon her future.
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"I am ready to go" she said .
I stared, first at the voluminous amount of luggage that she had, being unable for the life of me to work out how she had assembled so much in a convent.
Then I looked ather, she cartainly was not the little waif that I had left here, the whineing little 11 year old brat. No, not indeed, she had filled out, in all the right places too. A full and ample bosom, marrow waisted, and a beautiful pair of hips also. I had to check myself, and snap out of my shock, for that was most certainly what it was. And I knew that Miss Victoriana Nottingham was going to cause quite a stir in English society, quite a stir indeed.
"Well?" she demanded, again, lifting her cloak.
"Well what? Rome was not built in a day young lady, the carriage is without, but we have to wait while the coachman loads your sparse amount of luggage. And hopes that his horse can survive the journey and the weight."
Undoubtedly she caught the sarcasm in my voice, but I did not care, she had already delayed us by 4 hours as it was.I saw the look on the coachman`s face, when he saw how much luggage that she actually had, but, he was being well paid for his services. so I left it at that.
"Had you been ready when I arrived, as you were supposed to be young lady, then we would have been in Calais this evening. Now, thanks to your childish behaviour, we shall bhave to break the Journey, and stop overnight in an inn somewhere. We will complete the journey tommorrow, in time for the noon sailing to Dover.
I will wait in the coach, while you say your goodbyes to Mother Superior and the nuns. But do not tarry child, for time is short."
I stared, first at the voluminous amount of luggage that she had, being unable for the life of me to work out how she had assembled so much in a convent.
Then I looked ather, she cartainly was not the little waif that I had left here, the whineing little 11 year old brat. No, not indeed, she had filled out, in all the right places too. A full and ample bosom, marrow waisted, and a beautiful pair of hips also. I had to check myself, and snap out of my shock, for that was most certainly what it was. And I knew that Miss Victoriana Nottingham was going to cause quite a stir in English society, quite a stir indeed.
"Well?" she demanded, again, lifting her cloak.
"Well what? Rome was not built in a day young lady, the carriage is without, but we have to wait while the coachman loads your sparse amount of luggage. And hopes that his horse can survive the journey and the weight."
Undoubtedly she caught the sarcasm in my voice, but I did not care, she had already delayed us by 4 hours as it was.I saw the look on the coachman`s face, when he saw how much luggage that she actually had, but, he was being well paid for his services. so I left it at that.
"Had you been ready when I arrived, as you were supposed to be young lady, then we would have been in Calais this evening. Now, thanks to your childish behaviour, we shall bhave to break the Journey, and stop overnight in an inn somewhere. We will complete the journey tommorrow, in time for the noon sailing to Dover.
I will wait in the coach, while you say your goodbyes to Mother Superior and the nuns. But do not tarry child, for time is short."
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As the evening drew on, and night descended upon us, the only illumination in the carriage, was from the two candles either side of the coach.
I could see the twisted faces that she was pulling at me, out of the corner of my eye, and realised that she was still a child really. She was mature physically, indeed, she was beautiful, but she had a lot to learn about life, and adulthood.
My main concern, was the reaction that she would receive from the young men of society back in England. I had no doubt they would flock like bees around a honey pot, when she eventually came out.
Peering at my pocket-watch in the dim light, I realised that soon we would be stopping for the night, and that it was time to lay down a few ground rules for my charge.
"We will be stopping for the night soon Victoriana, when we do, you will speak to the innkeeper, as your command of French far exceeds mine. We shall require two rooms for the night for ourselves, and a bed for the coachman somewhere also. You will tell the innkeeper that we will have breakfast at 6.30am tonorrow, and depart at 7am prompt."
The expected reply never came, just a shrug of her shoulders.
"I do realise Victoriana, that you are unhappy with the situation, and probably hate me enormously. But that is by the way my dear I am afraid. I made a commitment, to the memory of your mother and father, to care for you, until you are 21. That commitment has not, and will not change.
In England you will be in my charge, I will control your finances, your engagements, any journeys you may make. I have no doubt that you will have many young Englishmen coming to call on you. Suitors one might say, but, when they do, you will be chaperoned, at all times. My maid, Mrs Bridges, is aware of this, and is happy to take on this duty for me. Until you are 21, you will not be permitted to be alone with any man, at any time, with the exception of myself.
Ah, the coach is slowing, we must be here, come girl, prepare yourself, you have a task to perform for me."
I could see the twisted faces that she was pulling at me, out of the corner of my eye, and realised that she was still a child really. She was mature physically, indeed, she was beautiful, but she had a lot to learn about life, and adulthood.
My main concern, was the reaction that she would receive from the young men of society back in England. I had no doubt they would flock like bees around a honey pot, when she eventually came out.
Peering at my pocket-watch in the dim light, I realised that soon we would be stopping for the night, and that it was time to lay down a few ground rules for my charge.
"We will be stopping for the night soon Victoriana, when we do, you will speak to the innkeeper, as your command of French far exceeds mine. We shall require two rooms for the night for ourselves, and a bed for the coachman somewhere also. You will tell the innkeeper that we will have breakfast at 6.30am tonorrow, and depart at 7am prompt."
The expected reply never came, just a shrug of her shoulders.
"I do realise Victoriana, that you are unhappy with the situation, and probably hate me enormously. But that is by the way my dear I am afraid. I made a commitment, to the memory of your mother and father, to care for you, until you are 21. That commitment has not, and will not change.
In England you will be in my charge, I will control your finances, your engagements, any journeys you may make. I have no doubt that you will have many young Englishmen coming to call on you. Suitors one might say, but, when they do, you will be chaperoned, at all times. My maid, Mrs Bridges, is aware of this, and is happy to take on this duty for me. Until you are 21, you will not be permitted to be alone with any man, at any time, with the exception of myself.
Ah, the coach is slowing, we must be here, come girl, prepare yourself, you have a task to perform for me."
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"Dinner will be served promptly in two heures"
"Oh no it will not."
I stopped the innkeeper before he could leave us, taking a French banknote from my wallet and holding it in front of his face.
"Dejeuner? Deux heures? C`est impossible monsieur. (Dinner, 2 hours, that is impossible Sir).
Dejeuner trente minute monsieur, oui?" (dinner in 30 minutes yes?)
Quickly taking the note from my hand he muttered "Trente minutes, oui monsieur."
Looking at Victoriana I explained,
"It is turned 9PM now, and there is no way on God`s earth that we are waiting until 11 to eat. Come, we shall go to our rooms to freshen up before we eat."
It did not take me long to freshen up, and I waited downstairs for Victoriana to surface, late I expected, just like a woman. And she was a woman, for all of my references to her as a child. I suspected also that she was a bit of a firebrand too, and would need, metaphorically speaking, whipping into shape. It would not be easy, and I did not relish the idea of babysitting her for 3 years, but it had to be done. The first thing that I needed to do, was to try and break down her defences, her arrogance, and feelings that she seemed to have about being superior to all and sundry. Maybe a stormy crossing the next day would help, sea sickness has a way of equalising people, regardless of their station in life.
"Oh no it will not."
I stopped the innkeeper before he could leave us, taking a French banknote from my wallet and holding it in front of his face.
"Dejeuner? Deux heures? C`est impossible monsieur. (Dinner, 2 hours, that is impossible Sir).
Dejeuner trente minute monsieur, oui?" (dinner in 30 minutes yes?)
Quickly taking the note from my hand he muttered "Trente minutes, oui monsieur."
Looking at Victoriana I explained,
"It is turned 9PM now, and there is no way on God`s earth that we are waiting until 11 to eat. Come, we shall go to our rooms to freshen up before we eat."
It did not take me long to freshen up, and I waited downstairs for Victoriana to surface, late I expected, just like a woman. And she was a woman, for all of my references to her as a child. I suspected also that she was a bit of a firebrand too, and would need, metaphorically speaking, whipping into shape. It would not be easy, and I did not relish the idea of babysitting her for 3 years, but it had to be done. The first thing that I needed to do, was to try and break down her defences, her arrogance, and feelings that she seemed to have about being superior to all and sundry. Maybe a stormy crossing the next day would help, sea sickness has a way of equalising people, regardless of their station in life.
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"Good night, I do not wish to eat this slop," she said as she flounced away haughtily, trying to look every inch a lady, but sadly failing.
Admittedly the food was not all that it might be, but I had long since learned in the Royal Navy, never to refuse a meal, no matter how bad. Especially in wartime, when one never knew when the next meal would be coming from. I too went up to bed after eating, pondering how exactly I was going to cope with this young lady.
Not that she was a lady yet, far from it, she was a spoilt, petulant, and self centred child if the truth be known. And it was now my job to change her, to make her the lady that her father would have been proud of. But how?
Maybe a series of short sharp shocks would be the best method? Shocks to make her realise exactly who was in charge, and would make her decisions, until she matured enought o be trusted.
I shook my head figuratively speaking. The alternative was to be kind, and gentle, to trust her even. But that path, I was certain, was fraught with danger. She would almost certainly abuse both my kindness, and my trust. I fell asleep, still unsure as to my course of action.
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I was already awake and dressed, when the knock came on my door at 6am the next morning. I waited until 6.25. before knocking on her door.
"Good morning Victoriana, are you ready to go down to breakfast? We have a long day ahead, and cannot afford to tarry at all."
Admittedly the food was not all that it might be, but I had long since learned in the Royal Navy, never to refuse a meal, no matter how bad. Especially in wartime, when one never knew when the next meal would be coming from. I too went up to bed after eating, pondering how exactly I was going to cope with this young lady.
Not that she was a lady yet, far from it, she was a spoilt, petulant, and self centred child if the truth be known. And it was now my job to change her, to make her the lady that her father would have been proud of. But how?
Maybe a series of short sharp shocks would be the best method? Shocks to make her realise exactly who was in charge, and would make her decisions, until she matured enought o be trusted.
I shook my head figuratively speaking. The alternative was to be kind, and gentle, to trust her even. But that path, I was certain, was fraught with danger. She would almost certainly abuse both my kindness, and my trust. I fell asleep, still unsure as to my course of action.
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I was already awake and dressed, when the knock came on my door at 6am the next morning. I waited until 6.25. before knocking on her door.
"Good morning Victoriana, are you ready to go down to breakfast? We have a long day ahead, and cannot afford to tarry at all."
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The journey back to England passed somewhat uneventfully, Victoriana saying little, and pouting a lot. Luckily for her, the English Channel was dead calm, and the crossing was one of the smoothest that I had ever known.
My coach was there waiting for us when we disembarked at Dover, and my coachman Harris had us back home in less than four hours.
We were met at the door by Mrs Bridges, whom I introduced to Victoriana, as her maid, and constant companion. I could see the surprise in Mrs bridges face, at Victoriana`s surliness, but I knew that if anyone could sort her out, it would be her maid.
Instructing Harris to have the luggage placed in Victoriana`s room, and Mrs Bridges to start unpacking it, I showed my charge to the drawing room, and bade her to sit on the chaise-longe.
"So my dear, at last we are here, cook will be along shortly, to see what we require for dinner. She is very versatile I might add, and can produce many French dishes, which I hope will please you."
I paused momentarily, hoping for a reaction, but none came, so I continued.
This will be your home, for the next three years, until your twenty-first birthday, when you will inherit your parents estate. Then Victoriana, you will be a very rich young lady. That is the prime reason that you here in my charge. You will be protected from unscrupulous suitors, of which there will no doubt be many. You will also be trained as to how a rich young lady should act, and carry herself. That of course will be mainly Mrs Bridges responsibility.
I will look after your finances, and see that you have a monthly allowance, a figure that I will decide incidentally, not you. And, you wil always refer to me as Sir, wether in company, or alone. Your bedroom, which you shall see after dinner, is next to mine. your maid obviously, will sleep in the servants quarters. But she will wake you each day, and see that you are safely in bed each evening of course.
It will be my job to take care of ther matters also, you will learn to ride horses, and to hunt. You will learn to swim also, as an ex Royal Navy officer, I believe that swimming is something that all should do.
Ah, here comes cook, at last we can eat some real food eh my dear?"
My coach was there waiting for us when we disembarked at Dover, and my coachman Harris had us back home in less than four hours.
We were met at the door by Mrs Bridges, whom I introduced to Victoriana, as her maid, and constant companion. I could see the surprise in Mrs bridges face, at Victoriana`s surliness, but I knew that if anyone could sort her out, it would be her maid.
Instructing Harris to have the luggage placed in Victoriana`s room, and Mrs Bridges to start unpacking it, I showed my charge to the drawing room, and bade her to sit on the chaise-longe.
"So my dear, at last we are here, cook will be along shortly, to see what we require for dinner. She is very versatile I might add, and can produce many French dishes, which I hope will please you."
I paused momentarily, hoping for a reaction, but none came, so I continued.
This will be your home, for the next three years, until your twenty-first birthday, when you will inherit your parents estate. Then Victoriana, you will be a very rich young lady. That is the prime reason that you here in my charge. You will be protected from unscrupulous suitors, of which there will no doubt be many. You will also be trained as to how a rich young lady should act, and carry herself. That of course will be mainly Mrs Bridges responsibility.
I will look after your finances, and see that you have a monthly allowance, a figure that I will decide incidentally, not you. And, you wil always refer to me as Sir, wether in company, or alone. Your bedroom, which you shall see after dinner, is next to mine. your maid obviously, will sleep in the servants quarters. But she will wake you each day, and see that you are safely in bed each evening of course.
It will be my job to take care of ther matters also, you will learn to ride horses, and to hunt. You will learn to swim also, as an ex Royal Navy officer, I believe that swimming is something that all should do.
Ah, here comes cook, at last we can eat some real food eh my dear?"
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I did not have to be a genius, to see that Victoriana was upset, this must have been a most trying time for her.
I had no doubt that she was consumed my memories, and sadness. Memories of her parents, whom she had last seen all those years ago, here in England, and sadness at her own situation. Plucked from the relative safety, and serenity of the convent, to be taken back to a land where she knew not a soul.
I moved quickly, my long legs soon making up the distance between us, I reached out, touching her shoulder and telling her to stop. She turned to look at me, and I saw them, tears, streaming down her face, as she started to sob heavily. The poor child looked so vulnerable, for that was still what she was in my eyes, a child needing guidance, and correction.
Moving closer, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging Victoriana, and talking to her, in a soft voice now, not the harsh sounds that she was used to from me.
"I know Victoriana, this is hard for you, and there are so many memories that are probably haunting you also.!
I held her close, her head against my chest, as she continued to sob, and shake.
"It will get better child, trust me on that, the pain will ease, slowly at first I admit, but in time you will see. You will become the young woman, nay, the lady even, that your parents wanted you to be. And I, Lord Stanhope, whom you may call William, in private only of course, wil be here for you. Always my child. I owe your family, and I owe you, as I see it, and will do everything in my power to make it right."
I noticed that Mrs Bridges was close by, and instructed her to lead the way to Victoriana`s bedroom, holding the candle. Scooping Victoriana up into my arms, I carried her, as gently as I could to her room. Whisperong little endearments to her, and softly kissing her hair, in an attempt to comfort her pain.
I had no doubt that she was consumed my memories, and sadness. Memories of her parents, whom she had last seen all those years ago, here in England, and sadness at her own situation. Plucked from the relative safety, and serenity of the convent, to be taken back to a land where she knew not a soul.
I moved quickly, my long legs soon making up the distance between us, I reached out, touching her shoulder and telling her to stop. She turned to look at me, and I saw them, tears, streaming down her face, as she started to sob heavily. The poor child looked so vulnerable, for that was still what she was in my eyes, a child needing guidance, and correction.
Moving closer, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging Victoriana, and talking to her, in a soft voice now, not the harsh sounds that she was used to from me.
"I know Victoriana, this is hard for you, and there are so many memories that are probably haunting you also.!
I held her close, her head against my chest, as she continued to sob, and shake.
"It will get better child, trust me on that, the pain will ease, slowly at first I admit, but in time you will see. You will become the young woman, nay, the lady even, that your parents wanted you to be. And I, Lord Stanhope, whom you may call William, in private only of course, wil be here for you. Always my child. I owe your family, and I owe you, as I see it, and will do everything in my power to make it right."
I noticed that Mrs Bridges was close by, and instructed her to lead the way to Victoriana`s bedroom, holding the candle. Scooping Victoriana up into my arms, I carried her, as gently as I could to her room. Whisperong little endearments to her, and softly kissing her hair, in an attempt to comfort her pain.
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I watched for a moment or two, as Mrs Bridges attended to her, saying quietly,
"Yes Victoriana, you are undoubtedly a woman."
Turning to Mrs Bridges I spoke once more.
"Make our guest as comfortable as you can, I will go back to the dining room, and finish my dinner, then come back to check how she is a little later tonight.."
It had not really occured to me up to this point, just how much of a woman Victoriana really was, maybe not her mind, but her body most definitely was that of a woman. I ate slowly, musing, my thoughts running wild in my head occasionally. Thoughts that were wrong, she was my best friends daughter. But, I was a man, a red blooded male, in the prime of his life. I called the butler in, and told him to prepare a bath for me, I needed to get rid of the dust and smells from our journey.
I sat in the tin bath, as Jackson added water, until there was sufficient, then washed away all the grime. He had laid out towels in front of the fire, and I was soon dried, and dressed in my nightshirt.
Taking my candle, I made my way up the stairs, and to the room where Victoriana was. Slipping inside quietly, I could see by the candle light that she was sleeping. The covers had been up to her neck earlier I had no doubt, but she was obviously restless, and still moving occasionally. The covers were lower now, and I could not but help noptice, the swell of her young firm breasts, against her nightdress.
Sitting in the bedside chair, I watched, seeing her chest rise nad fall, looking at her beautiful face. Resisting the temptaion to stroke her breast,I could not help myself, my hand moved to my manhood, my growing manhood. I knew then that I wanted her, lusted for her young and supple body, but, I could not,
No, never, For now I would have to return to my room, and take my pleasure alone. Maybe soon I would go into town, to Sally Bloom`s whorehouse, but not tonight.
Tonight my right hand would have to suffice.
"Yes Victoriana, you are undoubtedly a woman."
Turning to Mrs Bridges I spoke once more.
"Make our guest as comfortable as you can, I will go back to the dining room, and finish my dinner, then come back to check how she is a little later tonight.."
It had not really occured to me up to this point, just how much of a woman Victoriana really was, maybe not her mind, but her body most definitely was that of a woman. I ate slowly, musing, my thoughts running wild in my head occasionally. Thoughts that were wrong, she was my best friends daughter. But, I was a man, a red blooded male, in the prime of his life. I called the butler in, and told him to prepare a bath for me, I needed to get rid of the dust and smells from our journey.
I sat in the tin bath, as Jackson added water, until there was sufficient, then washed away all the grime. He had laid out towels in front of the fire, and I was soon dried, and dressed in my nightshirt.
Taking my candle, I made my way up the stairs, and to the room where Victoriana was. Slipping inside quietly, I could see by the candle light that she was sleeping. The covers had been up to her neck earlier I had no doubt, but she was obviously restless, and still moving occasionally. The covers were lower now, and I could not but help noptice, the swell of her young firm breasts, against her nightdress.
Sitting in the bedside chair, I watched, seeing her chest rise nad fall, looking at her beautiful face. Resisting the temptaion to stroke her breast,I could not help myself, my hand moved to my manhood, my growing manhood. I knew then that I wanted her, lusted for her young and supple body, but, I could not,
No, never, For now I would have to return to my room, and take my pleasure alone. Maybe soon I would go into town, to Sally Bloom`s whorehouse, but not tonight.
Tonight my right hand would have to suffice.
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I must have sat for 30 minutes, watching Victoriana sleep, my eyes drawn to her, the soft curves, the rise of her breasts, and how they almost rippled at her tiniest movement. I knew that this was wrong, and eventually left, going next door to my own room.
It took a while to drift off to sleep, and resist the temptaion to touch myself, the raging erection that I had now, induced by the sight of Victoriana`s beauty.
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My personal maid woke me at six, gently shaking my shoulder, and asking if I required anything "special" this morning. I refused the offer, it might not do to let Victoriana hear us, thrashing around on the bed, from her room next door, and I dismissed Liza, telling her that I would be down for breakfast shortly. She pouted a little, but did not complain, for she knew better than to upset her Lord with a show of petulance.
I was already seated, and eating when Victoriana arrived, she looked very delicate. in her lilac dress, and the matching ribbon holding back her hair. Jackson served her, as she picked almost everything on the table, my initial surprise at this fading, when I remembered how little she had eaten the previous day.
Finally, she noticed me, sitting opposite her, and spoke.
"Good morning, Mi'Lord,"
"Good morning Victoriana, I trust that you slept well my dear, and are fully refreshed this morning. I thought maybe a tour of the estate might be in order, so that you can get to know your new surroundings. The carriage will be here in about an hours time, so you have plenty of time to eat before we leave."
I smiled, trying to look a little more kindly, having the impression that I may have frightened her somewhat yesterday, as I waited for her response.
It took a while to drift off to sleep, and resist the temptaion to touch myself, the raging erection that I had now, induced by the sight of Victoriana`s beauty.
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My personal maid woke me at six, gently shaking my shoulder, and asking if I required anything "special" this morning. I refused the offer, it might not do to let Victoriana hear us, thrashing around on the bed, from her room next door, and I dismissed Liza, telling her that I would be down for breakfast shortly. She pouted a little, but did not complain, for she knew better than to upset her Lord with a show of petulance.
I was already seated, and eating when Victoriana arrived, she looked very delicate. in her lilac dress, and the matching ribbon holding back her hair. Jackson served her, as she picked almost everything on the table, my initial surprise at this fading, when I remembered how little she had eaten the previous day.
Finally, she noticed me, sitting opposite her, and spoke.
"Good morning, Mi'Lord,"
"Good morning Victoriana, I trust that you slept well my dear, and are fully refreshed this morning. I thought maybe a tour of the estate might be in order, so that you can get to know your new surroundings. The carriage will be here in about an hours time, so you have plenty of time to eat before we leave."
I smiled, trying to look a little more kindly, having the impression that I may have frightened her somewhat yesterday, as I waited for her response.
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I was pleasantly surprised at how easily she mounted the pony, for that was what it was really, this small horse.
She must have had some riding training at the convent, that was obvious, if only from the way that her cumbersome skirts and undergarments did not seem a hindrance.
I rode my black stallion, Majesty, following her along the path out of the garden area. Once we were in open grassland, I moved alongside, and smiled, complimenting her on her skills.
"I must say Victoriana, you surprise me, I had expected you, like other females that I know, to be a little apprehensive, even scared around horses. But I see now that convent life was not just acedemic, not at all.
You see the oak tree in the distance Victoriana, we are heading there, behind it, and over that small hill, is where the lake is, which we shall walk the horses around.
We can stop for a while too, should the excercise be too much for you, just let me know."
She must have had some riding training at the convent, that was obvious, if only from the way that her cumbersome skirts and undergarments did not seem a hindrance.
I rode my black stallion, Majesty, following her along the path out of the garden area. Once we were in open grassland, I moved alongside, and smiled, complimenting her on her skills.
"I must say Victoriana, you surprise me, I had expected you, like other females that I know, to be a little apprehensive, even scared around horses. But I see now that convent life was not just acedemic, not at all.
You see the oak tree in the distance Victoriana, we are heading there, behind it, and over that small hill, is where the lake is, which we shall walk the horses around.
We can stop for a while too, should the excercise be too much for you, just let me know."
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"RACE YOU!" was all that I heard, as she suddenly streaked away from me, her skirts flying in the wind.
There was no ladylike deportment by this impetuous child, as she rode the pony. Sitting side saddle was obviously not to her liking, she rode like a man.
Momentarily I was surprised, but, as fast as the pony was, I knew that my stallion was superior, and indeed, I knew the land, which she did not. She passed the trees, heading out into the meadow, and I knew that I only had a short time to catch her, before she reached the fields, all surrounded by hedges. Hedges that would undoubtedly be Miss Victoriana`s downfall, if I let her get that far.
Digging my spurs into the stallions flanks, I raced after the pony, vainly trying to shout for Victoriana to stop, before the inevtitable accident that surely lay in wait for her.
There was no ladylike deportment by this impetuous child, as she rode the pony. Sitting side saddle was obviously not to her liking, she rode like a man.
Momentarily I was surprised, but, as fast as the pony was, I knew that my stallion was superior, and indeed, I knew the land, which she did not. She passed the trees, heading out into the meadow, and I knew that I only had a short time to catch her, before she reached the fields, all surrounded by hedges. Hedges that would undoubtedly be Miss Victoriana`s downfall, if I let her get that far.
Digging my spurs into the stallions flanks, I raced after the pony, vainly trying to shout for Victoriana to stop, before the inevtitable accident that surely lay in wait for her.
