Realistic or Modern 𝓘𝓷 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 ~ 𝓐 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷-𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 (𝓘𝓒)

[AnimeGenork]

• Matilda

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  Matilda Bloomington

  
  Matilda let out a huff. “Is it truly speaking ill if it’s mired in fact, Mama?” she asked, flicking a lock of hair over her shoulder. It wasn’t as if the Davenports made terribly many efforts to hide their indiscretions—or rather, Henry seemed to assure it. Such a shame that he was so attractive, but Matilda knew her brothers probably wouldn’t even let her consider such a thing. The last thing the Bloomingtons needed was some scandal about the eldest Davenport and the youngest Bloomington.
  
  It was difficult to stay cross with her mother when she talked the way she did. “Please do not make me think of such a day, Mama, I can’t bear it.” Leaning her head briefly on her mother’s shoulder, she pouted. “The least you can do is acknowledge how difficult it is for me to watch my sisters have all the fun. Why did I have to be born in June?” Her day of birth was normally a joyous occasion, but this year especially, it was a curse. Two months was far too long.
  
  “Oh, please don’t wait too long for such lessons. I’ll be eighteen before you know it, and then you won’t be able to truly keep me from joining in the fun, will you?” Matilda raised her eyebrows. It was perhaps too much to hope for, after the family had essentially decided she wasn’t ready, but perhaps a late season would be just what she needed to be a true success. After all, who wouldn’t love the vast change she’d show in a full-length gown after giving off the impression of being untouchable? How it would surely crop of some of the hypocrisies Matilda loved to expose.
  
  Though Matilda frankly couldn’t remember terribly much of her father, she did enjoy her mama’s stories about such things, no matter how many times she heard them. “You’re not suggesting I knock a man off his horse to find my match, are you?” Her parents’ story was so romantic, and while she did not wish to show her cards so early in her life, she wanted something sweeping like what they’d had. Being caught in a man’s arms after nearly falling and embarrassing oneself? Resting her hand on her mother’s upper arm, she gave her a small smile, probably the most genuine expression she’d had all evening. “Nor should you forget, Mama. Father was wonderful.”
  
  She turned her head to her brother as he was prompted to seek out a dance. Matilda stuck out her tongue as he patted her head and departed, very quickly finding Helena Bexley, who—wait. When had she returned? Did August know? Matilda glanced over at a strange assortment of Davenports, Bloomingtons, and some other family she didn’t know. She was already missing all the fun!
  
  “Shall we take a turn around the room, Mama? We’ll become statues if we stay here all evening.”
  
  
  

  Mentions: Henry, Francis, Augustus, Helena | Interactions: Victoria | Tags: Bellz CapellaStargaze Pyroclast​

  
  
  

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[neverbackdown]

10th of April, 1815
Grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace

Lady Amelia Bloomington
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When Celestine complimented the Bloomington sisters, Amelia smiled softly "as do you" she commented sincerely as her smile turned more into a grin as she conversed with her friend. After the misfortune of last years Ton, Amelia had tried to seek out her friend's company but it was evident that Celestine wished to be alone and out of the public eye. It brought joy and relief to see her friend back out in Society and to be back within her presence.

As Celestine and Augustus spoke, an amused smile played on her expression but the amusement dropped as a new person imposed on their conversation. Amelia turned to face the Lord with a pleasant smile on her expression as she noted the man who appeared to be shyly hiding behind his father. A sympathetic look danced in her eyes as she looked at him, it was as though she was able to feel his embarrassment radiating from him and filing the room. It was obvious that Earl did not mind the embarrassing predicament nor did he care for his son's feelings in that moment so she found herself unsurprised at his next words.

Looking towards her brother and sister, Amelia fought hard to keep the pleasant smile on her lips and her elegant decorum but the man referring to her sister as "this girl" struck a nerve within her. As Celestine spoke up, portraying all the rage that Amelia was holding inside she looked towards her friend with an almost proud expression playing on her face for only a moment before the practiced gentle smile was placed on her expression once again. While she agreed with everything that Celestine had to say, Amelia found herself unable to react, unable to drop the act, worried incase it led to her downfall. As Sophy seemed to consider the option, Amelia gave her a slight nod as to show her agreement with Celestine that Sophy did not have to dance with the Lord unless she wished to herself.

It would be a lie to say Amelia was not surprised when Sophy accepted the dance and she found herself fighting hard to keep the shock off her expression. As the pair walked away, Amelia looked at August with raised eyebrows "well that was unexpected" she commented softly so only those closest to her would hear. After all she did not want to paint Sophy as a shy outcast to the Ton, she was merely just proud that her sister had accepted an offer and would experience the ball, if anything it gave Amelia relief to see her sister on the dancefloor and mingling with people outside of their own family, maybe Sophy would survive the Ton after all.

Morgan's voice broke Amelia's attention of her sister and she turned to face him with a grin playing on her lips. "It would be my honor, Lord Morgan" a slight note of amusement was evident in her tone as she gave a small curtsey in return to his bow. "We must catch up later" she pleaded to Celestine before allowing Morgan to lead her to the dancefloor.

She had to admit that having her first dance at the ball with someone she had known her entire life was calming and pleasing and she found that all worry she had about the actual dancing part of the ball seemed to meld away as the room moved in sync. The music and steps melding perfectly together and she allowed her enjoyment to be presented in her expression.

"So Lord Davenport, are you looking for a partner this year or are you much life my brother in his refusal" she asked softly, a teasing tone evident in her words as she locked eyes with him. Given that the two were best friends, she expected them to be of the same mindset.

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Int;-

Previously;- Celestine ( Bellz ) , Augustus, Obnoxious Lord "this girl here" , Shy darling Edmund ( Pyroclast ) & Sophy ( SandraDeelightful )

Now in Scene;- Morgan ( CapellaStargaze )

 

[Pyroclast]

10th of April, 1815
~ Kew Palace, The Ballroom ~

Lord Edmund Hennessy​

Almost the second he had asked the young woman to dance, her friend spoke up to defend her. She made a pointed reference to the inhuman way his father had addressed her, and reminded her that she didn’t have to accept. It was the way she said it, however, that made Edmund feel suddenly so repulsive, so unwanted and undeserving. He wished he hadn’t come to London with his father after all. Not half an hour into the ball and he was already making an utter fool of himself. His gaze dropped to the floor as another silence fell between the group. He almost wished Sophy would refuse him so that he could make his leave and escape the awkward air.

In the end, the young woman accepted his request. She was sweet in the face, with her rosy lips and large blue eyes, and acted a great deal gentler than her friend, but her apparent sweet nature seemed to be hiding a reluctance; Edmund had a strong feeling she was only being polite. But, then again, so was he. “It is what I wish,” he confirmed, showing her a coy smile he hoped might reassure her that he was most unlike his father. As was the custom, he wrote his name down on her dance card, which had so far been untouched, and then held out his arm for her to take.

He led her towards the dancefloor and stood opposite her, waiting for the music to start. Once the music began, he took her by the hand and proceeded to perform the song’s routine that he had been forced to learn. “I hope you will forgive me,” he spoke to her as they danced. “My father, he’s…” He paused to form the words most delicately in his mind. “He is a well-respected man, but I’m afraid he holds a rather insufferable arrogance about him. He knows not the ways in which he offends. For that, I must say, you were very gracious to agree to dance with me at all.”

Lord Augustus Bloomington​

Celestine’s outburst was almost as shocking as the way Lord Hennessy had addressed Sophy. Augustus made no attempt to stop her from defending his sister, who still clung to his side - in fact he made no comment at all, only allowing Sophy time to make her own decision. Despite the Lord’s unpleasant demeanor, August was pleased that his sister chose to accept his son’s request - perhaps neither of them truly wanted to dance with the other, but at least it might help Sophy to find her feet.

Once Sophy and Edmund had set off together, and Amelia and Morgan, too, Augustus found himself alone with Celestine and Lord Hennessy. With nothing further to say to the older man, he wanted to rid them of his company as soon as possible.

“Celestine, would you allow me this dance?” he asked his friend, offering her his arm. To Lord Hennessy, he then added, “Please excuse us.”

Once on the dancefloor, August took Celestine by the hand and joined the routine along with the others. “I appreciate you looking out for Sophy,” he said to her, glancing over to make sure his younger sister was okay. “She was so nervous about coming tonight. I trust you have regained your composure now? You know that I admire your protective nature, and especially that it extends to my family, but I would like your word that you do not intend to stomp on my foot during this dance…”

Interactions
SandraDeelightful Sophy
Bellz Celestine

 

[AnimeGenork]

• Henry
• Theodore

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  Henry Davenport

  
  Ah, to hear the beautiful lady’s musical laughter. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, looking first to the left, then to the right, as if searching for witnesses. “Clandestine? Us? At such a distance? Why, if anyone were to think ill of such an encounter, they should direct their attention to those two over there.” Taking another sip of his drink, he gestured his pinkie finger in the direction of the young couple hidden in the shadows. Most others wouldn’t have spotted them in their secluded spot, but Henry? He’d used that same spot himself a few years prior. The least they could do was try.
  
  With a genial chuckle, he shook his head. “I’m sure the mamas would rather anyone else be with their sons than me. Eligible I may be, desirable even, but not a match anyone would relish.” And well, it wasn’t as if he was particularly looking either. The last thing he was ever thinking about was carrying on the family name, forcing some poor woman to suffer the same pressures he’d tried to live up to for the first decade of his life. The good old days. Not.
  
  “I happen to stray from the flock frequently myself. If anything, I am more empathetic with my fellow strays. Though this open air is much less stifling than the atmosphere inside.” If the lady before him was sincerely searching for a secret in his actions, there was none. He simply did whatever he pleased. And in this moment, it was to not be inside with all the judgmental stares. He loved Lady Whistledown’s column, but it had a way of changing everyone’s attitudes within hours of publication. Funny thing, that.
  
  Henry swept into a magnanimous bow. “You may certainly inquire, and I may certainly give you an answer, my lady. Such a quest as you describe would possibly yield results I would prefer to keep to myself. The name is Henry Aloysius Carter Davenport, but I believe custom dictates I be referred to as Lord Davenport. Some would find it improper if I asked you to call me Henry, so I shall refrain… for now.”
  
  The music changed tunes inside, and Henry glanced inside, catching a glimpse of pairs swarming the dancefloor. “On the topic of presumption, would it be terrible of me to ask the lovely lady for her first dance, and we pretend we did not meet outside of the ball itself? You can even keep your name a secret if you so choose.” What was a ball without a little fun?
  
  
  

  Mentions: N/A | Interactions: Scarlet | Tags: Bellz​

  
  
  

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  Theodore Willowby

  
  Had he really started a conversation by referring to cows?
  
  Yes. He had.
  
  Teddy could not fault the man—presumably the lovely girl’s brother?—for laughing. Were he not the very nervous, very not-lord-like man he was, he would probably be laughing as well. Ugh. Why had his parents insisted he start a conversation himself?
  
  Thankfully, the girl took everything in stride, though he wasn’t able to quite meet her gaze for fear of appearing too creepy. Though she was incredibly beautiful, and her gown made her seem almost ethereal. Of course, this was his first ball, and she was the first person he was conversing with. These facts did not diminish the facts of her beauty or her smile.
  
  Really, the fact that she was even entertaining a conversation about cattle was something else. Maybe his parents hadn’t been entirely batty to direct him this way. “The horses certainly do not make such choices easy, I must admit. Sometimes the oldest horses turn out to be the fastest or wiliest."
  
  He held up his hands, waving them as his eyes widened at her comment. “Oh no, in fact I should be asking for your forgiveness. I, um, am not well-versed in the dances of the ton just yet. That was my brother’s specialty—” Perhaps bringing up the deceased brother was not the right direction for this conversation. “In any case, I am sure I would be the one stepping on the other’s foot during a waltz. As much as I would like to please my parents and ask you for a dance, I should practice first because causing myself such embarrassment.” Teddy forced out a weak chuckle, scratching his cheek with his index finger.
  
  “Ah! Forgive me, I indeed forgot to introduce myself. Theodore Du—Willowby. Or Teddy. Or, uh, Lord Willowby, I think? I was Mr. Duvall some time ago, and since then, my name has become infinitely confusing. My sincerest apologies for the course this entire conversation has taken, my lady.”
  
  Teddy greatly desired a cow to burst through the doors and run him over.
  
  
  

  Mentions: Weston | Interactions: Lydia | Tags: WanderLust.​

  
  
  

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[Bellz]

Nothing Compares 2 U

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Dancefloor)
Ian Amesbury​

Another smirk danced upon Ian’s lips as he noted the way the lady’s dimples deepened upon her cheeks with the blossoming of her smile. His gaze meandered briefly about the gathering, not from disinterest, but rather in pursuit of the elusive Jameson sisters. It was then that Ian’s eyes alighted upon Morgan’s from across the room, his brows arching in silent suggestion at a glance exchanged. Yet, as swiftly as their fleeting interaction had begun, it dissolved, and Ian’s attention returned wholly to Evelyn once more.

Well, if the Jameson sisters were not presently in attendance...he was certain to hear about it soon enough. He might as well rest in the bed he had already prepared—a bed that Morgan would undoubtedly occupy later. A roguishly charming smile curled upon his lips at the innuendo that flitted through his mind.


"Perhaps I delight in a woman bereft of manners?" Ian quipped swiftly, following Evelyn's attempt at seeking forgiveness. His gaze lingered on her, eyes languidly tracing the contours of her bodice as she declared her distaste for sugar-coating and her preference for straightforwardness.

Ian was a man of action, though of a different sort—preferring less conversation and more... He did not allow his thoughts to complete that sentence as he listened to her with keen interest. "A woman who takes after my heart in that regard, I suppose," Ian remarked. He remained silent as she selected a delicacy from the sweets table, as was the custom among the guests.


A deep laugh escaped him at her next words, genuinely catching him by surprise. "You think so lowly of me already? We have scarcely exchanged more than a few words. It is not I who need the distraction, my lady. I doubt the Ton even notices my presence here." He offered her another charming smile, punctuated with a wink, as he watched her consume the strawberry stem, leaves and all. "I do not care for those ladies who feel they must demean themselves to impress me. Women are far more than their fluttering lashes and practiced curtsies," Ian added.


"Perhaps you are not the first to receive such a compliment, but you are certainly the first whose beauty rivals the sun—quite the unique hair color," Ian said with a casual shrug. "Lady Forbes," he hummed, the name rumbling in his chest as he gave her hand a firm yet delicate squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Ian Amesbury. But do not mistake me for one of these fussy Lords. I am no member of the Ton." Just as gently, he allowed their hands to part before selecting a strawberry for himself and eating it whole. Then he held out his hand, holding the other behind his back, "Would you accompany me in a dance? Ton member or not, I'm pretty good on my feet, even for a madman." He asked this just as the strings started up, signaling the beginning of a new song.
with: Evelyn sprouhtt
mentions: Morgan CapellaStargaze

 

[Bellz]

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Dance Floor - Right Side)

Lady Helena Bexley​

"Their first season? It truly has been too long. And I would permit them to pick my brain, as you say, for as long as they desire. Though I must confess, I am no expert in such matters. By your country’s standards, I am practically a grandmother with one foot already in the grave." She graced him with a teasing grin, her nose adorably crinkling with the gesture.


"Ah, well, at least some things remain unchanged," Helena remarked, casting him a sympathetic look. She nodded as he suggested that his mother only desired what was best. Victoria Bloomington had always fought for her children’s happiness above all else, even at the expense of her own. It was the kind of mother Helena aspired to be, admiring Victoria as she had once admired her own mother.

"Mothers certainly know best," Helena mused, though she noted Francis’s smile broadening, prompting her brow to arch in curiosity. His question had taken her by surprise. It had been quite some time since she last danced, and though she had resolved to confront that fear tonight, she felt a sudden, conflicting emotion as she gazed at Francis.


"Pleasing your mother? Hmm, if it is to ease her concerns, I suppose I can grant you this one favor, Lord Bloomington," she replied, her smile widening. She nodded gracefully, "I would love to dance with you." She accepted his offered arm and allowed him to escort her to the dance floor. "You might want to be careful, though, as you are dancing with someone of advanced years," she jested.

Upon their arrival at the dance floor and joining the others in the routine, Helena fixed her gaze upon Francis, concentrating solely on his lead. They moved in silence for a few steps before Helena remarked, "For someone who professes a reluctance to dance, you are remarkably skilled, Francis. I would have been quite disheartened if my first evening dance had been with a gentleman whose only talents were stepping on my toes and miscounting." She bestowed upon him a light-hearted grin before being spun out and then drawn back in, her delicate hands seamlessly clasping his once more.
with: Francis CapellaStargaze

 

[Bellz]

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Dance Floor - Right Side)

Duchess Scarlet Jameson​

Scarlet regarded the gentleman before her with a hint of amusement. "Less stifling, indeed," she remarked, bringing her glass delicately to her lips for a sip. The man responded with a sweeping bow, eliciting a smile and a gentle shake of her head. A charmer, indeed, and one whose name she recognized, if the society column held any truth.


"Well, Lord Davenport, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said with a graceful nod. "It is not every day that I encounter a fellow stray amidst the flock at such events. It is quite refreshing." As the music within shifted to a new melody, Scarlet turned towards him and offered a soft curtsy, her movements as elegant as the notes now filling the air.

Observing Henry muster the courage to dance was rather fascinating, and Scarlet cast a glance indoors. She knew she would soon be surrounded by the very company she had been so eager to evade earlier. "Why pretend we do not find these events utterly dreadful?" Scarlet inquired, offering Henry a knowing smile before inclining her head.


"It would be quite dreadful of you to ask me to dance," she continued, "though I must confess, I despise such gatherings." She shrugged delicately. "However," she added with a hint of mischief, "I would prefer to be indoors than remain here to witness whatever scandal that couple is about to embroil themselves in within the Queen’s garden." Scarlet nodded in the direction where Henry had earlier indicated the pair and made a wry face, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"As for my name, perhaps I shall reveal it after I have witnessed your dancing prowess?" she teased, her tone light and playful. She waited for him to extend his arm, and once he did, he led them both indoors. Scarlet avoided making eye contact with anyone as they navigated towards the dance floor, though she discreetly scanned the crowd for her sisters. Once they reached their destination without interruption, Scarlet placed her hand in his and allowed him to guide her in the dance. After a few graceful steps, she flashed Henry a bright smile. "Not bad, Lord Davenport," she remarked with a twinkle in her eye.

A comfortable silence settled between them before Scarlet decided to break it. "Lady Whistledown appears to be quite the admirer of yours," she remarked, meeting his gaze with a look free of judgment.
"While I do admire your wit and charm, Lord Davenport, I trust that your decision to follow me outside was driven by motives beyond those your reputation might suggest?" she inquired.
with: *rakes leaves* Henry AnimeGenork

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Dance Floor - Left Side)

Lady Celestine Davenport​

Had Celestine not already resigned herself to the notion that her reputation lay in tatters, she might have afforded greater concern to the audacious display of temper she had exhibited before her friends, strangers, and the most wretched company present. Yet, at that moment, she found herself devoid of care. Resolute and mute, she refused to proffer a single apology, casting her gaze towards Sophy. Naturally, it was of no surprise when Sophy, possessing a grace that Celestine would have dearly bartered for, accepted the invitation to dance. It irked her nonetheless that such a gesture should occur under such deplorable circumstances. With a silent nod, Celestine acknowledged Sophy's thanks, choosing to remain reticent, for she trusted herself no longer with words.

Not a soul appeared to dissent, for proceedings continued as though she had never voiced her sentiments. Morgan, with a flourish, solicited Amelia for a dance, prompting Celestine to arch her brows inquisitively at her brother's intentions. "Yes, I would love that," Celestine remarked to Amelia, her smile gracious as she observed Morgan escort her to the dance floor.

This left only Augustus, herself, and that wicked man to whom she felt she could say much more, though she refrained. Fortunately, and somewhat unexpectedly, Augustus appeared determined to whisk them both away from Lord Hennessy before she could engage in a second bout.

Celestine glanced at the Viscount's waiting arm for a heartbeat, her nerves once again quelling the boldness that had taken everyone, including herself, by surprise moments before. "Nothing would make me happier, my lord," she replied, her words as smooth as silk as she looped her arm through his, allowing him to guide her to the floor.

They joined the others in the dance, Celestine's gaze closely following Augustus before seeking out Sophy. His remarks might have offended her, had they not swiftly been accompanied by his admiration for her extending her protection to his family. Then a comment about her stomping on his foot, asking for her word not to. This prompted a genuine laugh from her, a sound that felt almost foreign, for it had been so long.

"My composure has been regained, I can assure you, Viscount Bloomington," Celestine replied, her laughter lingering in her tone and a wide smile gracing her lips. "As for stomping on your foot, well, perhaps you too should mind your words in the presence of a lady?" There was nothing but playful teasing in her expression as she glanced around to find Amelia and Morgan.

"I do hope I did not worsen their nerves," she said, her smile fading slightly. "A lady's first season sets the tone for the rest of her life, after all. I merely... perhaps a bit too vehemently, voiced what I wish had been said to me when I needed it." The brunette then averted her gaze from Augustus and cleared her throat.
with: August Pyroclast
Mentions: Sophy SandraDeelightful ; Eddy ; Morgan CapellaStargaze ; Amelia neverbackdown

 

[Pyroclast]

10th of April, 1815
~ Kew Palace, The Ballroom ~

Lord Solomon Davenport​

The Davenport patriarch had a heavy job on his hands, attending yet another ball with his troublesome children. From his daughter’s ill health and misfortune to his sons’ rakish behaviours and general inadequacy, they tended to bring nothing with them but bad news. There were times when Solomon couldn’t understand why his wife still bothered investing herself in them when they each had so little to offer society. All of them getting on in years and none with prospects that would get them ahead in life - his only educated son, Ichabod, had chosen to study art, which in Solomon’s eyes was never going to do him any favours. As far as Solomon was concerned, all of his children were turning out to be an even greater waste of space than he could have expected.

For traveling to the ball at Kew Palace, the family had taken two carriages: one for the children to share and a second for himself and his wife. Solomon was still recovering from a recent flare up of gout and so required the extra space. If Caterina had fit, he would have had the coachmen put her in the first carriage and used the second one all for himself. Instead, they endured a long and uncomfortable journey just the two of them with as little conversation as he could help. His right knee was still bandaged after the treatment of leeches his physician had prescribed and the jostling of the carriage only upset his swollen joint further. By the time they arrived at the palace, the pain had put him in a foul mood. Leaning heavily on his cane, he shuffled up the steps to the entrance, allowing his wife to hang onto his arm. At least the pain gave him something to focus on other than the nattering of his children as they followed.

Once they had been received and guided into the ballroom, Solomon allowed his sons and daughters to go ahead to the refreshments area while he stayed with his wife. “I don’t see why anyone should read this ridiculous gossip column, anyway,” he grumbled after she warned their children not to give Lady Whistledown any material. “What a waste of time to believe in childish rumours. This is what happens when you let women get ahold of the press - silly childish girls spreading useless gossip. No self-respecting man would print such utter tripe.” He yanked his arm free from Caterina. “And what does it say about our society, Caterina, to take such nonsense seriously?” His eyes met hers with an accusatory glare. “Now, let me be free of you.”

He watched his wife walk away from him, not caring where she was going as long as it had nothing to do with him. His priority was to get himself a seat where he could rest his leg, and a drink that might help numb the pain.

After being poured a particularly strong version of the Regent’s punch, Solomon surveyed the ballroom from his chair and caught sight of each of his children. Celestine was dancing with the Viscount, Henry with the Duchess and Morgan with one of the freshy out Bloomington daughters. The only one left standing at the side was Ichabod. Solomon watched him for a while, and when he decided his son was going to get nowhere without some intervention, Solomon hauled himself out of his seat with a grunt and, with cane in one hand and cocktail in the other, he made his way to Ichabod’s side.

“What a surprise that the last of my sons without a dance partner is you,” he lightly scorned him. “Tell me, what did you come to the ball for? To stand around like a wallflower?” He looked the young man up and down before taking a swig of his drink. “For once, you dress like a gentleman - yet you ignore all of the fine young ladies here in your presence. Does the dreamer dream of better places to be?”

Interactions
Jesster Ichabod
CapellaStargaze Caterina

 

[Pyroclast]

9th of April, 1815
~ The Pembroke House, The Cotswolds ~

Lady Euphemia Pembroke​

Not even the creaking of the wooden stairs could ruin the moment of Euphemia’s reveal. Her mother and younger sisters stood at the bottom of the staircase, eagerly awaiting her descent, and when she finally stepped into view, she was met with gasps of delight.

“I told you it would be floral!” Evangeline gloated, but the younger Estella only gawped up at their eldest sister.

“My darling Euphemia, don’t you look a wonder,” her mother said with a fond smile, an arm around each of her youngest daughters. Effie giggled as she carefully made her way down the stairs, her gown flowing behind her.

“I feel it, mama,” she replied, unable to stop beaming. When she reached the bottom, she kissed each of her sisters and her mother on the cheek.

Lady Pembroke sighed. “Perhaps I should go with you after all,” she said through a smile, though the pallor of her face betrayed her.

“Mama…”

“No, I know,” she said. “I just wish I could see my beautiful daughter make her debut. I know the queen will think you special - but whatever she may decide, just know you are a diamond in my eyes.”

Euphemia’s smile faltered at the melancholic tone of her voice. Lady Pembroke had been a picture of health and happiness once upon a time, attending every ball in the county and beyond. She glowed beside her beloved husband and loved to dance, so Euphemia was told by their peers. She wished she could have been old enough to see for herself. Now that she was finally attending her first royal ball, her father was no longer with them and her mother had grown tired. Grief had weakened her, plagued her with anxiety and stolen her lust for life. To attend a ball without her husband, for her, was impossible.

“I shall make sure to enjoy every moment, mama,” Effie assured her. “I shall dance every dance, I shall meet with my dear friends - and make new ones, I dare say!”

Lady Pembroke laughed, and then cupped Effie’s cheek in her hand. “Just be careful, my darling girl. Remember your worth. Remember everything I have taught you. I shall be here with your sisters, and our thoughts shall be with you the whole time, okay?”

Effie took her mother’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Okay.”

10th of April, 1815
~ The Ballroom, Kew Palace ~
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The excitement of wearing a beautiful gown and having her hair done up almost wore off when Euphemia actually stepped into the ballroom where anyone could see her. She wished she had been able to arrive with someone so that she didn't look or feel quite so alone. Of course, there would be people attending that she knew - dear friends of hers that she rarely got to see except on special occasions and long trips outside of the county - but upon her arrival, she could not spot any of them.

The ballroom itself, however, was captivating in its design: huge glittering chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and flattering glow upon the guests, and the walls were not just walls but magnificent murals, such that it felt like they were dancing in a fantasy landscape of soaring hills, oceans and faraway castles. Effie was enraptured by the glamour of the palace ballroom. Though it was not in the same realm, its enchanting beauty reminded her of her days living at Swanhill Manor back when her father was alive.

Soon her eyes travelled across the dancefloor to where the band played. A great beaming smile lit up her face when she spotted the Bloomingtons engaging in a dance, relieved that she had friends around her after all. For the time being, however, she wanted to give the appearance of not looking so lost or alone, so she headed over to the refreshments to choose herself a drink. While she was waiting to be served, the sight of a young lady in a purple dress caught her eye. There was something about her that seemed to stand out, and not just because she was jaw-droppingly beautiful. "Excuse me," Effie said before she could think to stop herself. A smile instantly spread across her face, perhaps partly from the embarrassment of catching the woman's attention. "I would love to compliment you on your gown - you have the most exquisite sense of style. I just love the way it flows like a waterfall, it's like something a princess would wear!" The bartender handed her her drink - a glass of the popular yet strong Regent's punch. But her eyes returned to the lady's as soon as she had taken it in her hand, her smile only deepening. "I hope it is not inappropriate to say, but you look very beautiful!"

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It is the act of ignorance that made the youngest son painfully aware how little value he had in the House of Davenport. Born wallflower had perhaps brought this belittlement upon himself but the sheer apathy brought from his Creator. His God. His Father. It had been perhaps the most astounding realisation for a yearning child.

It was not from wanting attention that drove determination into the subject of education but the relief that came with loads of work that’d keep his brain occupied from flying kitchenware and matches of yelling. However, after willingly dropping the studies of art, it was for his father's good graces that he finished more meaningful topics of study. Latin, Mathematics. Greek, and Philosophy.

He did not crave the approval, he craved the way it would move his eyes off him, and onto a more interesting subject. He craved the relief of his solitude and now it seemed to have the opposite effect. It was here that solidified for Ichabod Davenport that God despised him, and he was not even a soldier but a doll to be tortured and toyed with.

Despite the hurricane that roiled with the contempt of an ancient sea, he still had the hand of an angel, and warm rays of sun would shine upon his father.

“The dreamer does not paint images of being anywhere else. I am content where I am.”

He says, vocal cords dripping with alchemized honey, smile gracing his lips.

“However if it brings relief, I will dedicate a dance or two in your honour whilst attempting to woo the ladies of the Ton.”

Glass rim meets his lips again as he swallows any comments that would tarnish his canvas of being soft as pillow, and he had every intention of keeping that persona until he was curled in the safety of his room and out of the gaze of his father. It was almost awkward being in the sole focus of him, and Ichabod had no idea what to say. He knew little of the man other than the rage that ignited as quick lightning could strike. There was no solace found in having him so close, no childish giddiness to have his father's attention, no excitement.

"I am aware I am not your first choice of company so with your permission I will excuse myself, and find a partner as you so clearly wish."

 

[Pyroclast]

10th of April, 1815
~ The Ballroom, Kew Palace ~

Lord Augustus Bloomington​

The sound of Celestine’s laughter brought an instant smile to Augustus’ face. After her little outburst earlier, he was concerned that her mood would be difficult to raise, but already she had reverted back to her sweet self, with a smile that reached her eyes. “Perhaps,” he agreed, grinning at her as he twirled her around. “Although, an injury to the foot might not be such a terrible thing. A fair excuse not to dance with all the eligible ladies that my mother has surely lined up for me, do you not think?” He sent her a wink as they crossed each other’s path and walked around each other, her delicate hand against his.

The dance was one Augustus had danced many times before, such that he did not need to concentrate on the steps. Instead, when conversation lulled, he looked over to Amelia and Morgan, then to Sophy and the young Irish man. His sisters appeared to be enjoying themselves enough. He trusted Morgan to take care of Amelia, as he was sure that, given their friendship, the man would ask his permission before advancing on one of his sisters. To dance with someone she already knew surely was the perfect way to help her find her feet at her season debut. As for Sophy’s partner, August trusted him a great deal less, though had no reason to suspect him as a risk to her reputation or well-being other than that he was a complete stranger to them all. He seemed pleasant enough, however, if a little meek in the shadow of his father.

It became clear that Celestine was also watching the others, as she spoke up in slight regret that her outburst might have made his sisters nervous. As he stepped around her, he noticed her smile fade when she went on to express the importance of a lady’s first season. He wished he could stop dancing for a moment so he could catch her and make her look him in the eyes. Instead, he just continued to follow the motion of the dance so as not to trip anybody up. “Hey, now,” he said. “I don’t believe that to be true. In fact, I don’t think it’s good for you or anyone to believe in such superstitions! Surely what happens in a single day cannot determine what is to come for the rest of your life?” He paused, rethinking his words. “Well, with the exception of pregnancy and murder, I suppose.” A grin spread across his face. “But as long as you are not currently dealing with either of those things, I dare say your life shall be full of opportunities. A beautiful lady such as yourself, not yet one and twenty - you have everything to look forward to.”

When next they stepped around each other, August subtly lifted her chin with his knuckle as she passed him. “Chin up, my dear lady,” he said with a smile. “I shan’t have you unhappy on this dancefloor!”

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Sophy Bloomington
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When she walked onto the dancefloor, falling into step with the music, she turned to look up at Edmund, keeping her gaze focused on his nose. It was something of a trick she had taught herself. It kept her focused on something as she danced so she wouldn’t look down at her feet and end up tripping over herself and messing up the whole dance. No matter how many times she went over the steps and how often she practiced, there was always the lingering fear that she would trip up and embarrass not only herself, but her family and her dance partner as well. And besides, the nose was far less intimidating than the eyes. Especially when those eyes were so lovely to look at.

“Oh, please, don’t,” Sophy said quickly. “You’ve said nothing to apologize for.”

Though she was sincere in her words, she was pleased to hear the apology. It eased her nerves to know she shouldn’t be expecting such behavior from him. It was already enough that she was already, out on the dance floor dancing with a devastatingly handsome man. It was nice to know that he wasn’t so blunt and thoughtless, at least in the way that spoke, as his father was.

“I do hope you won’t hold anything against Lady Celestine Davenport,” Sophy continued, feeling a little more comfortable as she was following along with the dance. “It was nothing against you.”

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Morgan walked out onto the dance floor with Amelia, immediately stepping into the routine of dance. He was sure that dancing with Amelia would make his parents happy and he felt honored to give Amelia her first dance. He was glad that Augustus gave the same courtesy to Celestine regardless of what she said to the brash father of Sophy’s dance partner.



Morgan heard Amelia’s question and he stifled back a sigh. He knew that he was going to do whatever he could to make life easier for his siblings and his mother. He just hated that it was going to take giving up apart of himself to do it. He plastered on a smile as he twirled Amelia around the room.



“I have promised my mother I would actively try to find a bride this season. Though I’ve known so many people for so much of their lives, it’s hard to see anyone different. I feel this season I may be surprised though. You never know if you’ve just been ignoring what’s been there.” He gave a charming grin, almost faltering when he caught August staring at him from his own dance.



Morgan knew he was playing with fire here. He just hoped he knew what he was doing. Surely a dance or two couldn’t harm anyone. He just couldn’t wait to get out of here and drop the facade. At least he had something to look forward to when he did.

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[Pyroclast]

10th of April, 1815
~ The Ballroom, Kew Palace ~

Lord Edmund Hennessy​

As Edmund danced with Lady Sophy, he wondered if perhaps he might survive the season, after all. Of course, his father had fixed him in a dance in the most excruciating manner, but he felt he was already proving to himself that he could make a good impression despite him. He maintained that his dance partner was gracious to give him the benefit of the doubt after his father had addressed her so rudely, but though it was likely she simply excelled at being polite, she did seem genuine in her forgiveness.

When she brought up Lady Celestine in reference to the way she had spoken about him, Edmund blushed and looked away. She assured him the lady held nothing against him, but he was less certain. "Surely I do not know her well enough to tell what she truly thinks," he said. "But I shouldn't be surprised if she thinks ill of me. Certainly I will not hold it against her..."

This time, as he hopped in circles around his partner and spun her on the spot, a handsome face caught his eye. It was one of the Davenport sons - one who had witnessed his father's humiliating introduction. As quickly as the man had appeared before him, Edmund lost sight of him and found himself face to face with Sophy once again. A sudden wave of dizziness came over him, then, which he chose to put down to all the spinning and dancing in circles. He sent her a smile which he hoped would reassure her that he was present, but then he had to circle her again, and his eyes found their way back to the Davenport boy.

There he was: sculpted brunette hair, a devilish smile and chiseled jaw, a blessed bone structure that indented his cheek and brought attention to his disarming smile. Watching him dance, the rest of the room began to fade into a dream-like periphery, the music losing its grip on the melody, the rhythm growing hazy behind the heavy beat of Edmund's heart. Time slowed down, and took Edmund with it...

The rest of the dancers, of course, did not.

Only moments after he spotted the young Davenport, Edmund's hand lost touch with Sophy's and he stepped in the wrong direction, unaware. It started with a heavy smack as he bumped into one of the dancers, and then, abandoning any grace and dignity he might have had left, he fell to the floor, unfortunately knocking down one of the ladies in the process.

His cheeks flooded with embarrassment as he pushed himself up onto his knees, aware that everyone's eyes were on him and the poor lady now on the ground. He found her eyes and immediately he knelt forward to offer her his hand. "I - I am so sorry, my lady, I-I don't know what came over me," he stammered, his face practically glowing with heat. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Lord Augustus Bloomington​

The incident began to develop from the corner of Augustus' eye and his head swiveled just in time to watch two people go crashing to the ground. When he noticed that Sophy was alone, he realised the man who fell had been her partner. "Please, excuse me -" he urged Celestine, regrettably abandoning her hand. Instead, he rushed to Sophy's side and caught her by the shoulders, drawing her into his arms and away from the jumble of skirts and limbs, lest she get kicked or toppled over herself.

"Dear sister, are you alright?" he asked her. Despite his concern for his sister, it was impossible to keep his eyes off the two people on the ground. Only then did he notice who he was looking at.

"Lady Helena?" he said, his brows knitting together as he struggled to reckon with the fact that she was there, right in front of him. It took a second or two for his eyes to grow accustomed to her features, but then all of a sudden, it was like he was transported back in time by three years. Almost forgetting that she might be hurt, a boyish grin spread across his face. "I'll be bound - it really is you!”

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[WanderLust.]

LYDIA SINCLAIRE

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Lydia’s smile faltered ever so slightly when Theodore expressed his hesitance to dance with her. The momentary fluctuation in her demeanor, however, was rectified so quickly she would’ve been taken aback if anyone had noticed at all. Her composure regained, she shook her head dismissively. “Nonsense, I insist. I would be more than happy to assist in your training.”

With a slightly mischievous grin, Lydia laced her dainty, gloved hand around the arm Theodore had failed to offer her, and the pair slowly made their way towards an open space on the crowded dance floor. The strings of a violin began to play a delicate pizzicato rendition of a familiar melody, and Lydia couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Something about him was so utterly charming it made her feel as though she were simply dancing in the morning room with Weston, a distinct lack of expectation despite the multiple sets of eyes she was sure were on them.

Lydia’s movements were fluid and effortless, the type of ease that came with years and years of practice. She hoped that Theodore would, at the very least, enjoy the time they spent together on the dance floor rather than spend the whole time attempting to remember the steps. “Eyes on me, Theodore Willowby. You’re doing exceptional.” She nodded reassuringly, her stormy irises holding his gaze for as long as he would allow. That easy smile of hers did not leave her lips once as their hands brushed together, just barely touching as they encircled one another.

A sudden calamity to their left monetarily drew Lydia's attention. A gentleman had fallen, and regretfully taken a lady down with him to the floor. A rosy, pink blush rose to her cheeks as she realized this could very well be the embodiment of Teddy's worst fears come to life, and in an attempt to sway her partner's attention away from the scene that might cause him further anxiety, she swiftly changed the topic of conversation. “Your situation does not sound dissimilar to my brothers… Weston was never meant to take the title of Marquess either. It was to be my eldest brother, Gregory, who took on that role. We lost Gregory four winters ago. I believe he would’ve enjoyed your company… Gregory was always quite fond of animals.”

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[WanderLust.]

WESTON SINCLAIRE
MARQUESS OF WINCHESTER

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The Dowager Marchioness was not one to be easily dissuaded from her chosen path, and tonight, her eyes were set on the Viscountess Bloomington. Though she had yet to become acquainted with the fellow widow, Odette knew enough of the Bloomingtons to ascertain that they were one of, if not the most, illustrious families in London. Not to mention Victoria Bloomington had not one, but two eligible daughters debuting this season.

It was easy for Weston to spot his mother’s token red hair amongst the throngs of onlooking members of the Ton. She seemed to have tracked down her target, and was presently engrossed in conversation with an impeccably dressed blonde woman. It took but mere moments for Odette to waive down her son, a singular gloved hand ushering him over, no doubt so that she could present him like a stud stallion to a potential bidder.

Steeling his resolve, Weston inhaled deeply, fixing a pleasant smile on his lips as he closed the gap between his mother and himself. Odette seemed exceptionally content to see her son, a reaction he would not have expected were they not under the ever watchful eyes of high society. “Weston, this is the Dowager Viscountess Bloomington. I was just telling her of your quest for a bride this season.”

“Ms. Bloomington, it’s an honor.” Weston gently took the elder woman’s gloved hand in his own, placing his lips gently against the silken fabric as he bowed. His eyes flicked momentarily to the young blonde who stood next to the Viscountess, one of her debuting daughters he presumed. Beauty must’ve run in the family, as both Victoria and her daughter were remarkably pleasant to look at.

Victoria Bloomington was… difficult to read. In Weston’s limited experience, mamas were typically eager to introduce their young daughters to potential matches. He frequently found himself overwhelmed with introductions and vyes for his attention. When such a reaction was not prompted, Odette nudged the conversation further. “This must be one of your lovely daughters. Your first season out I presume? How exciting!” Odette fixed her gaze on Matilda, not noticing that the hem of her dress did not quite brush the floor yet.

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“Advanced years? If that’s the case then you age like the finest of wines,” he playfully said before taking her arm.



Francis led Helena to the dance floor and began their dance shortly after. He had a Cheshire grin as he started moving her around the dance floor. He was reluctant to dance tonight but he didn’t expect this. He chuckled slightly at her words.



“Well you can thank the countless lessons my mother put Gus and I through. She would always say that she would make sure we were ready to be gentleman of society. Guess even her sons couldn’t get away from being ready for a season.”



Francis twirled Helena with the music, the two of the moving perfectly. He was very much enjoying this dance and he hoped she was too. They never really had much alone time between the two of them. Growing up, it was always Augustus and Helena together. So even though they were in a room full of people, he felt like this was the first time where it was about the two of them.



The fleeting bliss of being in their own bubble was swiftly interrupted by the man that was facing with Sophy. He bumped into Francis who lost his balance with Helena, the pair tumbling to the floor. Francis sat on the floor of the ball, disoriented for a second before looking for Helena. Once he found her, he saw his brother standing over her. Francis stood up and walked the few feet over to the pair, stepping more to the front of her.



“Lady Helena, are you alright? I apologize about our dance being cut short.” He offered his hand to her and looked over his shoulder to Augustus.



“Brother, I’ve got Lady Helena. I’d like to make sure she’s alright before we continue our dance. Make sure our sister is alright, yeah?”



He gave him a smile and then turned his attention back to Helena. He grabbed her hand and pulled her upright. “Let’s get a drink and make sure you’re alright, yeah?”

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[neverbackdown]

10th of April, 1815
Grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace

Lady Amelia Bloomington
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As Morgan spoke about the promise he made, Amelia nodded her head softly to show she understood, the same promise was one that Amelia knew her own mother would like to make with Augustus, but her brother seemed quite set on doing it in his own time. She could understand the desire to not march straight into marriage, to take the time and find it when the moment was right, a choice that she would have liked to have. As a Lady in Society, it was clear that Amelia didn't enjoy the same luxury as the men, her time was precious and limited with only a short amount of time to find a husband or resign to the life of a spinster, forever looked down upon by the Ton and Society.

"I agree the change of perspective could be initially quite challenging but it would also be nice to have the history there, would it not?" she mused as a soft smile danced on her lips. As he smiled at her in return and alluded to finding someone in the familiar, Amelia found herself looking at him in a whole new light. He had always been just Morgan to her, her neighbor and brother's best friend. She honestly couldn't really remember a time when the Davenports were not present in her life. He had always been just a constant in her life, blurred in with her surroundings and yet now she noticed the twinkle in his eye, the dimple as he grinned and most importantly that he was in fact handsome.

As a blush threatened to creep its way onto her cheeks, Amelia dipped her head for a second to force it to subside, hoping that people would believe it was the dancing that reddened her cheeks and not some new found feelings that chose to show up at the most inconvenient time. "I am sure you will find exactly what you wish for this season, and she will be an extremely lucky woman" Amelia commented, sincerity clear in her tone as she spoke.

Before Morgan could respond to her, a loud crash seemed to fill the room and Amelia turned quickly in her step to find the poor Lord Edmund (who seemed to be getting all of the embarrassment this day) and another girl lying on the floor. Her eyes widened as she looked around quickly but a look of relief shone on her expression as she noticed her sister and Augustus together. She watched on silently as Francis helped, who she then noted to be Lady Helena, up from the ground and an amused smile pulled at her lips as she watched her family all in the midst of the chaos. The only person who was missing was Tilly and Amelia would be lying if she said that she had not believed the intial fault to be hers but as she looked around the room she spotted her youngest sister standing beside her mother, far away from trouble.

"Oh dear I hope they are alright" she commented a genuine tone of worry could be heard as she spoke "Should we help them?" she asked Morgan.



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[Bellz]

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Outlines of Dancefloor)

Lady Victoria Bloomington​

"I am not insinuating any such thing, my dear, but a lady certainly possesses her own means for securing a match, and perhaps the same methods may avail you as they did me. However, I would advise against deliberately unseating a gentleman from his horse," Victoria remarked to Matilda, a playful smile dancing upon her lips. She felt quite satisfied to see Francis take his leave, observing as he strolled off in search of a young lady to court, thus leaving her and Tilly to their own devices.

"Matilda! It is most unbecoming for a young lady to stick out her tongue," Victoria chastised her youngest, her fond smile fading into an expression of exasperation. When her daughter proposed they take a turn about the room, Victoria's curiosity was piqued, her gaze drifting in search of her other children. She sensed a commotion but refrained from commenting—until, quite suddenly, "Oh, goodness me!" A hand flew to her chest in surprise at the unexpected visitor who had materialized in their midst—a woman with bright red hair, practically glowing with excitement.

The woman swiftly launched into chatter following a hasty introduction—the first of the evening—about her son, the Marquess of Winchester, who was in search of a bride. Victoria smiled broadly, pleased by such news, though slightly taken aback by Odette. Both were undoubtedly ambitious widows, but Victoria was still appraising her. There was scarcely a moment to breathe in the conversation, let alone introduce poor Matilda, and before they knew it, another had joined their circle. Victoria's keen eyes assessed the handsome young man who approached, scrutinizing his every move for any signs of insincerity. His smile, though somewhat forced, was perfectly pleasant -- a practiced routine for the Marquess it would seem.

As he took her hand and placed a kiss upon it with a graceful bow, Victoria's smile only broadened. "The honor is all mine, Marquess. Your mother has spoken most highly of you." She initially made no move to introduce Matilda, which seemed to perplex both Weston and Odette. Seizing the moment, Odette motioned towards Matilda, presuming her to be making her debut. "This is my youngest daughter, Matilda Bloomington. She finds herself born in the midst of the season—a precarious time for any young lady. Though she is not quite out yet, she shall make join the others in just a few short months. My two eldest daughters are currently on the dance floor…" Her gaze drifted towards the scene, observing a minor entanglement, "where it appears some have forgotten their steps." A soft laugh escaped her before she turned her attention back to Weston.

"Are you enjoying the party? I know my own sons find such festivities rather taxing, yet there they are on the dance floor…even if they are causing quite a ruckus," she remarked, a smirk playing upon her lips. "Much to my surprise, of course. Asking a lady to dance is not as effortless as any mama might make it seem. We women are not so easily navigated, are we, Matilda? You, however, certainly have a fondness for dancing."
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[Bellz]

10th of April, 1815
grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace (Dance Floor - Right Side)

Lady Helena Bexley​

Helena hadn't anticipated enjoying herself as much as she currently was. As a lady of high rank, she understood her duty to attend upon Queen Charlotte's invitation. When Her Highness had gracefully ushered her back inside, Helena knew she must at least pretend to enjoy the delicately arranged party. Yet, in Francis's arms, she found she needn't pretend at all. "Well, should I thank your mother personally for this dance, then?" Helena remarked, but before the younger Bloomington brother could offer a charming reply, someone inadvertently knocked into them both.

Helena had no opportunity to see who it was, for she and Francis were sent sprawling to the floor. Her ankle twisted painfully, eliciting a slight cry, and she landed on the marble with a resounding smack. Her hands bore the brunt of the fall, while her knees struck the floor with a painful thud. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks before the pain set in. With as much grace as she could muster, Helena moved to sit, then turned to face the crowd now watching them. Numerous hands immediately extended towards her, offering assistance. An unfamiliar man, his face flushed with deep embarrassment, stammered an apology, mirroring her own mortification. The throbbing in her ankle was worrisome.

"Es ist ganz in Ordnung." Helena spoke with a confident tone, momentarily forgetting that no one present understood German. Clearing her throat delicately, she offered Edmund a soft smile, meeting his eyes. "It’s quite alright; dancing is a dangerous game, is it not? Are you alright?" Before she could assure him that she was, for the most part, unharmed, Augustus appeared in her line of vision. His unexpected presence caused her to blink a few times as he smiled warmly and spoke her name.

"'Tis I," she said, her voice cracking as she struggled to maintain her soft smile. Helena tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear, which kept moving to the front of her face to frame it. "You are looking well, Viscount Bloomington. And I trust I look as well as any lady can after being unceremoniously tossed to the floor." A teasing glint sparkled in her eyes for Edmund's benefit, as she endeavored to keep her interaction with Augustus brief. Francis then joined the group, positioning himself in front of her, somewhat obstructing Augustus from view.

Helena looked up at Francis with a broad smile. "Nonsense, my lord. What is a ball without a little fun?" She watched as Francis spoke to Augustus, insisting that they resume their dance after ensuring she was unharmed. This exchange stirred a feeling within her that she couldn't quite identify. Meeting Augustus's eyes, Helena said, "We shall catch up soon. I am in London for much longer than usual. Please, do not keep your lady waiting on my account." She glanced at Celestine before looking back up at Francis.

Taking his hand, Helena allowed him to help her rise, carefully balancing on her ankle, which she hoped had escaped injury. With a reassuring smile to Edmund, she remarked, "Do not fret, my lord; accidents happen every day. Though everyone here may pretend otherwise, many have done the same, they are all human. I shall survive to see another day, as shall you." With a graceful bow to both Edmund and Augustus, Helena conveyed her composure despite the mishap. Helena spotted Sophy from a distance and gave her a small wave and a smile.

As Francis moved to assist her in getting a drink, Helena limped ever so slightly and winced, but she persisted in leaving the dance floor. "Are you alright?" She asked. "I did not think you enjoyed my company as much as your brother did. Or perhaps we were simply not granted enough time together?" Helena mused thoughtfully, leaning on Francis for stability, offering him a bright smile despite her discomfort. "I must confess, the dynamic between him and me… well, I don't believe he has any inkling. I doubt it could ever be the same."
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Morgan noticed how she smiled at him, the dip she made with her head to hide her blush. He noticed at all and it sent a chill down his spine. He didn’t know how he could really go through with lying to someone just to please his parents. He kept his smile on his face anyway and twirled her around. The mention of him finding a woman and her being lucky almost made him laugh.



“I don’t know about them being lucky to be with me but whatever gentleman that has the courage to court you will be the luckiest indeed.” He took her right hand and gave her a twirl, running his left hand through his perfectly disheveled brown hair.



They continued to dance until there was a loud commotion behind him. He turned to see Sophy and her extremely attractive dance partner on the floor along with Francis and it seemed Helena was back in The Ton as well. He turned to Amelia as she suggested helping.



“I think we should make sure everyone is alright,” he moved to the crowd of people and turned to Amelia once more.



“Why don’t you check on your siblings and I will make sure Sophy’s dance partner is alright,” he instructed before moving to the man that seemed to cause the mix up.



Morgan was very much attracted to the mess of the man on the dance floor. He couldn’t exactly explain what drew him in but he was entrancing for sure. Morgan made his way to Edmund and offered a hand.



“That was quite a tumble you took. Are you alright?” He gave a small smile, desire dancing behind his eyes.

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Sophy Bloomington
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Sophy was surprised, but she was actually enjoying dancing with Edmund. Of course, she still felt nervous, but she could sense the same from him. It made her feel better, knowing that her partner was as nervous as her. Before she knew it, Edmund had lost his footing, falling to the floor, and taking another young lady down with him.

“My lord!” Sophy gasped. “Are you well?”

Sophy’s cheeks turned red. Morgan had approached Edmund, thus taking away any opportunity for them to resume their dance, as terrifying as the prospect sounded. She wanted to disappear. She was tempted to just run away now and shut herself away in her room for the rest of the season.

“Brother,” Sophy said, looping her arm through his. “Would you escort me to the refreshments? Or perhaps home?” She said that last part under her breath, careful not to let anyone but August hear her. She felt keenly aware of everyone’s eyes on them, watching the scene unfold, and she wanted nothing more than to retreat as far away from here as possible. But she realized that she would be pulling a dance partner away from Celestine. Not to mention, she felt as though she were interrupting the reunion of August and Helena. “Or perhaps I shall just go stand with Mama and help her mind Tilly.”

Realizing that Amelia had also been left without a partner, Sophy left August, muttering, “Actually, I think I shall go to Amelia,” and made her way quickly over to her elder sister, looping an arm through hers. She always felt more comfortable when she was closer to her family. She started walking to the edge of the dancefloor.

“Amelia, I think we are crowding up the dancefloor,” said Sophy, her voice soft and uncertain.

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Francis tried to hide his smile when Helena left Augustus to his own devices. It wasn’t that Francis didn’t want his brother to be happy but he also didn’t think his brother deserved another chance with Lady Helena. He chose a long time ago not to be with her. Frankie was just glad she decided to spend time with him this time.



Francis led Helena off the dance floor, noticing the slight limp when she walked. He held on tight to her arm as they slowly moved off the dance floor and closer to the refreshment table.



“I am quite fine, just a little tumble is all. As for your company, I have always enjoyed it. We just have never been able to spend time one on one together.” He found a chair sat near the refreshment table and pulled it out for her.



“My brother was a fool for letting you go and I will stand by that. He’s level headed but in that decision, he was a fool.” He gave her a smile before lowering her down in the chair.



Francis had always had some sort of feelings towards Helena but he didn’t think that he could ever cross that boundary. Even if August was dense when it came to Helena.



“I doubt with that ankle we will be finishing our dance tonight but that just means you’ll have to owe me another.” He gave a grin before handing her a glass of lemonade.

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10th of April, 1815
Grand royal ballroom, Kew Palace

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Amelia nodded as Morgan confirmed that he would check on Lord Edmund. "Thank you for the dance my Lord" a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she gave him a small bow before watching him walk over to help the fallen. She watched silently as he approached Lord Edmund but moved her attention elsewhere once it appeared to be confirmed that the Lord was relatively uninjured, albeit his poor ego has taken quite a bash.

Looking around to ensure that her family were all unharmed and accounted for, Amelia noted Francis walking away with Lady Helena and bit her lip as she quickly scanned the surrounding faces for that of her brother's, Augustus, to see his reaction to the pair being together. From knowing the long history between Augustus and Helena she was sure that he would not be overly impressed by Francis stepping on his toes but she also was aware that Augustus may not know about the secret feelings that Francis was harboring.

Before Amelia could think any further into the matter, she spotted a familiar blonde walking towards her, a soft smile played on her lips as she bent and tensed her arm so that her younger sister may loop her own through it. Once Sophy had looped Amelia's arm, Amelia gently placed her own hand on top of Sophy's in a comforting manner, giving it a small squeeze before releasing her hand at Sophy's comment. "Yes i think it may be time for a refreshment would you agree" she asked her sister as the pair began to walk off the dance floor and towards the refreshment table.

Once they reached the table, Amelia unlinked their arms and stood in front of her sister, taking both Sophy's hands in her own as she moved to be standing in front of her sister as she gave her a quick look over. "are you well sister?" she asked her concern clear on her expression before a look of relief flooded her expression as her sister confirmed she was unharmed.

"How was your first dance" she asked as she took a glass of lemonade from the table and handed it to Sophy before taking one for herself. "Did you enjoy it? Lord Edmund seemed quite charming" she mused. She tried not to focus on the incident that had occurred and rather she wished for Sophy to only think about the good in her experience so to not be frightened off it in the future.

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10th of April, 1815
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In another environment, Edmund might have found his own clumsiness amusing, but there, he had no comfort to fall back on. He knew nobody but his father, and first impressions counted for a lot. It was difficult for him to laugh at his own expense when spending the season in London was already a nerve-wracking ordeal, heavy with the pressure to appease his mother and earn his right to remain within the family after she had caught him entangled in the arms of a man. He wished he was still in the shadows at the side of the ballroom, still unnoticed and yet to make his first move in this society of strangers.

The attention on him was excruciating; all of the dancers had stopped in their tracks to watch what had happened, all of them probably judging him behind their polite facades. His sweet dance partner, Lady Sophy, was shocked and expressed a concern for his health, but he was too flustered to give her much of a reassuring response. Red in the face, his hair somewhat dishevelled, he looked up at her and only managed to stammer, “Y-yes - I-I’m quite well, yes.” His right knee had taken the brunt of the fall, but it didn’t feel injured so much as bruised. It would have been rude to ignore the lady he had been dancing with when she addressed him so he had to say something, but as a doctor, his primary concern lay with the lady he had knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, she didn’t appear to be upset or in any distress. She even smiled at him and asked if he was alright, too, but again, he was too flustered to answer. Sophy was now in the arms of her brother, the Viscount, who had started engaging in conversation with the lady on the ground. She was being unexpectedly gracious about the whole situation, and despite being knocked over in front of everyone, was a lot more composed than he was.

Her dance partner helped her to her feet, and Eddy was just about to get up off the floor too when he noticed a hand extended to him. Not expecting that anyone would help him, he was surprised to find that of all the people in the room, it was the one who had caused his distraction in the first place. At first Edmund just gazed up at him, dumbfounded, but after a few seconds his hand found his and he allowed the handsome Davenport boy to help him up.

Helena turned back to him once again and offered some gentle words of reassurance. He gave her a curt nod, his eyes still etched with concern. “Again, I am so sorry,” he said, watching as she exited the dancefloor. It was only when he turned back to the Davenport boy that he realised that their hands were still connected. If it were possible, his blush would have deepened; in an instant he drew his hand away and took a step back.

To hear the man address him, his voice deep as night and soft as silk; to be close enough to see the lights of the chandelier twinkling in his eyes, Edmund found himself suddenly short of breath. The dance floor had cleared, but for them, still standing in the centre. “I…” he said through an exhale. “Thank you, I am quite alright. Please, do not waste your concern…” The man’s smile was completely disarming, leaving Edmund feeling almost giddy. All of his anxieties that had been building up in his head about the royal event in the days prior now seemed to be coming to a head: his heart was pounding, his breath was difficult to catch, and he felt hot, almost dizzy. He wanted to escape, to get some fresh air, but somehow he couldn’t leave while the mysterious Davenport had his eyes on him. He couldn’t bear to display his anxiety further by running away; he had to quell it. He had to calm down.

And as he stood there in the gentleman’s presence, looking into his deep blue eyes, the most unexpected thing happened: he actually felt comforted. A small smile began to flicker across Edmund’s lips - but as quickly as the comforting feeling came over him, it vanished, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Edmund knew exactly who was behind him. He turned to face his father, who trapped him in a cold, steely gaze. The man needed not say a word; Edmund stepped away from Morgan without so much as a second glance, rewarded by a rough pinch at the arm as Lord Hennessy dragged him out of the room altogether and were standing outside.

“Papa, please, listen -”

“Edmund,” Ranulph spoke over him, instantly silencing his son. “Tell me what exactly it is you think you’re doing.”

Edmund’s heart picked up its pace again. “I just - I can’t do this with -”

“There is more than one reason why I have never brought you to London,” his father continued. “First of all, you are an awful traveller.”

“You left me,” Edmund argued. “In the steerage. With the rats.”

Ranulph leaned in closer, as if relishing his son’s growing distress. “And next time, you can spend forty six pounds of your own money to stay in your own cabin. I would have thought, with all the touring you have done around the world, you would know what to expect and have the mind to think for yourself, as an independent young gentleman.”

His father was right, he didn’t travel well, and the tour he had done around Europe had certainly challenged him. One particular fortnight spent on the sea had involved relentless seasickness, multiple vicious storms and the death of a young child whose body had to be thrown overboard. It had left him so traumatised that it took weeks for his aunt and uncle to convince him to come back to Ireland at all. In fact, once he was back on Irish soil, he swore never again to leave the country.

“Secondly,” his father continued. “You, my dear boy, are a social invalid. Twenty six years old and you haven’t yet come close to charming a lady into courtship. And all your brothers married…”

“Father,” Edmund said, lowering his voice in hopes the Earl would, too. “I am here. I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have made that hellish journey if I did not intend to take this seriously. I am trying to do as my mother asked but I can’t -” Despite his efforts to remain calm, his frustration got the better of him. “I can’t do it if you’re here, hovering over me and offending the ladies that I am to dance with!”

Suddenly his body twisted and a sharp pain seared his cheek. When he looked back up, tears stung his eyes. His father was glowering at him.

“Can’t do it?” the man sneered. “Can’t do it? You’re as useless as your cripple brother. I should have had you shut away in the annex, too.”

Edmund’s breath caught in his throat. Hearing his father speak about Benjamin like that made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to leave. To get away from him, from the palace, from all the pompous ceremony, all the people he had embarrassed himself in front of. But if he left, he would only be proving his father’s point. And with no other contacts in London - or all of England, for that matter - he could only go back to his father’s Mayfair townhouse.

Having convinced himself that there was no use in running away, Edmund instead straightened up and took a deep breath. “Enjoy your evening, papa,” he muttered, his voice hollow from fighting the urge to cry. Leaving his father behind, he marched back into the ballroom. But when he saw the Bloomingtons and Davenports and the eyes that turned on him when he made his entrance, he found himself unable to stop walking and ended up going straight through to the other exit on the opposite side of the room. Down the steps and into the cool evening air, Edmund traversed the gardens until he was inside the maze. Finally, he was alone.

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