Realistic or Modern The Bronze Locket

[BoneBrain]

Hugh was grateful for the look of relief that passed over Adelaide, happy he had been able to ease her he turned and they made their way into the ballroom. Behind him Hugh could hear more voices enter the house but he chose to pay no mind to them and would greet them later. From the entrance hall came the unmistakable high pitched laughter of a Mrs. Henrietta Goldsmythe. The woman took great pride in regaling any person with ears of her distant relations to royalty. Hugh made a mental note to try and persuade Duncan to greet the woman instead of him.

"A dance would certainly be wonderful Miss. Lovelocke. Truly I'm grateful we were able to have this conversation. It's always hard when words go unspoken that need to be said." Hugh told her, his memories holding the reasons why he had chosen to be outright with her. They were in the ballroom now and he gestured around the room. "What do you think? Is it a fairy garden romance?" He asked her.

Duncan was patient as Fausta found the right words, she said something in Italian and he wondered what on earth it could have been. He could have sworn it sounded a bit like an expletive which made the woman that much more likable.

"My dear, you have a wonderful control of the language, as of now I am completely impressed and not at all annoyed." Duncan told her. "I do not think I could speak Italian as well as you are speaking English." A waiter came up them and offered them both a glass full of red wine, Duncan took two glasses and offered one to Fausta. When she took it he lifted his glass in the air to her.

"A toast to you Miss. Ricci, here's to your stay and to your accomplishments in English." He said with a wink.

 

[Rainelle]

As they entered the ballroom, Adelaide gasped. The decor had transformed the elegant ballroom into something out of fable. She released his arm for a moment and spun slowly in a circle as she took it all in. "Oh, it is positively beautiful!" She exclaimed with a laugh, bringing her hands up her face and bouncing on the balls of her feet a little. Adelaide felt like a princess being escorted by a prince. "Mr. Montgomery, you have outdone yourself. This evening will be absolutely magical." She did another turn around, still captivated. Facing him again, she giggled and looked up at him with bright eyes. In a murmur that only the two could hear, Adelaide said.

"Oh, how lucky am I? To dance with an angel in such a spellbound place. Truly, this is an atmosphere to fall in love."

Fausta smiled with relief as Duncan extended kindness after kindness to her. She took the glass and raised it with his, a rich laugh rolling off her tongue after they drank. "Signor, be wise with that winking. I might think you are to be romancing me." Fausta said casually, looking up at him with a small smirk. "Adelaide said you were of mischief, I am excited to be seeing what trouble we can do together." She winked back. Winding her arm through his once more, she sipped on the wine again. "This is not a bad drink." Fausta commented. "But it is not Ricci wine. You must come over and sample some." She declared "If you like, a friend of Adelaide will get a case, no money needed."

More people started to filter in, and Fausta began to feel the curious stares of the townspeople pinned to her from all sides. Smiling at Duncan again, she said "We are being the centre of attention here at your party. Though I am meaning to keep you to myself. It is rare to have such a man be not intimidated by me. I am thinking you are what they say is a catch."

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh found he quite agreed with Adelaide, this certainly was a place of romance and whimsy. His eyes followed her as she took in the sights, her gown swirling round her feet as she twirled this way and that. The candle light reflected in her eyes and he was drawn into them. There was such joy emanating from her, and he found it infectious. Behind him a few people entered the ballroom and had a similar reaction to room in all its splendor. Among them was Mr. and Mrs Goldsmythe, while Mr. Goldsmythe seemed rather unimpressed Mrs. Goldsmythe had her mouth open in a big O. Hugh let out a soft sigh when he heard his name called out. Giving Adelaide a look he plastered a small smile to his face and turned around just in time to greet the woman.

"Mrs. Goldsmythe, how lovely to see you again." He said as pleasantly as he could.

"You know I would never miss a party of yours Mr. Montgomery, this has been the talk of the town for a month now." Henrietta said happily. She accepted a kiss from Hugh on her hand and her eyes cast towards Adelaide. "Oh my." was all she said.

"Mrs. Goldsmythe, may I introduce Miss. Lovelocke. She is my neighbour and played a huge roll in ensuring that we could have a party tonight." Hugh gestured for Adelaide to stand next to him. "She is my friend." He said plainly. The look Mrs. Goldsmythe gave him was of plain shock and horror of the idea, but she remembered herself and placed a smile on her face. Her mind already whirring with the gossip she could give her card ladies.

Duncan quite enjoyed the sound of getting into mischief with the lovely woman. Most others would have flushed or shied away but Fausta seemed quite bold.

"That certainly sounds like a lovely time." He told her in response to her statements about family wine. "I have never been, but I must say I hear the beaches and drinks are quite divine." He did not add that the women were as well. The soldiers had often joked that Italy was the place of the gods. Fine wine and Finer women. Fausta mentioned that they were the subject of many curious stares and he glanced around the room and smiled. He raised a brow at her last words and wondered what other experiences she'd had to make her say such things.

"I am no coward Miss. Ricci." He told her simply. "As for keeping me I must say I do not mind the idea at all." He chuckled. "However I should likely be a good host and greet guests. Would you care to join me?" He asked her.

 

[Rainelle]

Adelaide prepared herself mentally for greeting guests, the one part of the evening she'd actually been dreading. She moved next to Hugh upon his beckoning, and curtsied delicately for the couple. One hand went to her throat as she stood and smiled at them radiantly. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Goldsmythe. I'm so pleased you could attend our little gathering. Mr. Montgomery did some amazing work with the decorator, as you can see." Looking over the woman, she said "That's the latest fashion from London, isn't it Mrs. Goldsmythe? You look dazzling. Your shoes are from my father's store, too!" She curtsied again, a little lower, the picture of humbleness. "I am so honored to know a woman of your caliber frequents our buisness. Father would be very pleased indeed."

Adelaide smiled again, forcing her hand away from her neck to lace her fingers together before her bodice. "The refreshments are opposite the east balcony, by the way. If you need anything at all, please feel free to fetch me."

"No, you are not." She replied "You face is too proud to be cowardly." Fausta looped her arm around his again and gave him a little crooked grin."I would love to, Mr. Mont-gom-o-ry." She had to say his last name as separate syllables, the foreign words heavy on her tongue. The pair moved to the front of the ballroom and began to greet guests. The first few greetings went smoothly, until a family of three approached them. The Dovers from the east side of town had brought their eldest son, who was soon to be introduced to society himself. Fausta curtsied when Duncan bowed, holding her wine glass steady with practiced ease. When she stood up to her full height, the boy, Robert, craned his neck to look upwards at her, his mouth agape.

"Where on earth did you find a dress that fit?" He babbled, the words falling unceremoniously from his mouth. His mother gasped and his father sighed heavily. "Robert! That was terribly rude of you!! Oh Mr. Montgomery, Ms. Ricci, please forgive us." His mother apologized, grabbing hold of her son's ear tightly. The boy yelped, his voice cracking. Fausta laughed gracefully, waving away the apologies.

"Ah, it is nothing to worry for." She responded. "I am tall even among my people. It is not so strange to have a comment." While she smiled easily, Fausta did take a long sip of her wine to steady her nerves.

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh was shining bright with pride for Adelaide. She was the definition of grace and elegance. Mrs. Goldsmythe seemed to get the message as well and her back straightened a bit. How very odd that the woman that had been such a mess and shame for her father before the town some time ago was this well put together. At the mention of her attire Mrs. Goldsmythe smiled warmly then, she was such a fan of the fine clothes from the Lovelockes.

"Thank you dear." The older woman said. "I quite love all the clothes your fathers company has to offer, some of my finest clothes are from there. Even my third cousin, who is in fact a member of the royal family has doted upon these items." Mrs. Goldsmythe lifted her brow and seemed eager to begin the too often told tale but her husband entered the conversation then. Hugh inclined his head and introductions were made again. Mr Goldsmythe seemed to eye Adelaide coolly but chose to keep conversation pleasant. Soon the Goldsmythe's were greeted by some old friends and Hugh and Adelaide had a chance to slip away from them all.

Hugh moved a hand through his hair and sighed quietly. In the corner of the room where the band was, he could hear the group come together and begin to play a slow tune.

"I must admit, The Goldsmythe's have never sat fondly in my heart." He whispered to Adelaide. "He is so... unfeeling, and her with prattle. She never even offered her condolences..." In the distance Henrietta's laugh reverberated through the ball room.

~

As the greeting moved on Duncan surveyed the fine group of people that had gathered. Perhaps close to seventy with many more to come certainly. As the band began to play some couples took to the dance floor creating a line and dancing circles around their partners. There were many friendly faces of towns folk and those that seemed to be passing through. Duncan had not spent as much time here with his aunt as Hugh had. Being the oldest son he had been at his fathers side, training to eventually take over the business. Duncan found himself wondering if perhaps Hugh got the lucky end of the stick in their childhood. Spending time here seemed so peaceful, he mused.

As they moved onto the next family, a group of three Duncan put on his best smile but it quickly vanished when the young man spoke out of place. There was a hiss of breath that came out from between his teeth and he felt a small bit of justice when his mother did the right thing. Fausta seemed to be at ease with the comment but Duncan still did not feel right about it all.

"Well that is certainly no way to speak to a lady Mr. Dover. Perhaps tonight you should spend more time listening and observing. Like so." Duncan scooped up Fausta's hand and turned to face her. "Miss. Ricci, might I say that you are the picture of beauty this evening." Behind him Mrs. Dover whipped out her fan and did her best to use it to hide her giggle, Duncan went on with a flourish. "It seems as if this young man thinks of you as too tall, well I certainly disagree. you hold yourself with dignity. I am however curious if your grace is also shown on the dance floor?" His eyebrows wiggled a little playfully.

 

[Rainelle]

Adelaide felt like the last of the conversation went rather smoothly, Mr. Goldsmythe cutting in before his wife could again reiterate their distant ties to the royal family. She could feel their eyes boring into her silently. Once the couple had gone, Adelaide was all too happy to be spirited away by Hugh. He found them a secluded corner on the balcony farthest from the crowd, and tenderly touched her. His strong fingers ran gently through her hair as he murmured softly. Adelaide could not help the tears that pricked at her eyes, though she wiped them away hurriedly and leaned into his hand. He was obviously a little distressed from the meeting.

Adelaide placed her gloved hand over his as he cupped her face, resisting the urge to press a kiss to his inner wrist. "It's alright, Hugh..." She whispered back with a small smile. His blue, blue eyes were upon her and shining in the candlelight. He was so beautiful.. "The Godlsmythes are a little awkward to be around, but they bring much revenue into our little town with their tanning business. We must forgive them, at least for that." She ran her free hand down the lapel pinned to his chest, her fingers briefly hovering over his heart. "As long as I have you, I think..." She looked down shyly, a blush blooming on her cheeks. "I think I'll be just fine with everyone."

~

Fausta laughed again, the rich tones of her voice echoing throughout the filling room. She handed her glass off to a waiter and picked up her skirts in a dramatic curtsy of her own. "Signor, you would be honoring me to dance." Duncan took her hand and they made their way to the floor. Duncan placed a hand on her waist and she one on his shoulder. The tune picked up and the two found a lively rhythm in it, stepping together in a quick succession. Fausta grinned at Duncan, and he twirled her out. When she returned to his arms, she said "Mr. Mont-gom-o-ry, many thankings for stepping in before. It was very brave of you to be coming to my rescue." She teasingly tugged at his cravat when the dance called for close proximity.

They were hidden in the crowd of dancers, and Fausta smiled wickedly at him as their faces hovered only inches apart. "Though I assure you I am not one who needs the rescuing." With a sly wink she had moved back again and the dance continued, the Italian woman's mannerisms picking up as if nothing at all had happened.

 

[BoneBrain]

They were hidden away and Hugh felt comforted by Adelaide. He did not care if they were discovered, the night summer air soothed as well and he felt his shoulders loosen. Her hands were on his face and he leaned into them. They were so close, it felt safe with her there. Hugh did not realize how much he had needed her comfort.

"You are correct. I think perhaps I was expecting a change of heart immediately. It did not sit right with me to see you treated so." Hugh's hand stroked gently down her cheek and rested on the side of her neck, He could feel her pulse there, slow and steady. "I do believe with you by my side tonight we will have a very pleasant time. Is there anything you wish to do? We could join in on the next dance?" Hugh pulled back and spotted his brother on the dance floor with Fausta. "It appears Duncan has already started dancing with Miss. Ricci. It certainly seems my brother owes you some thanks for bringing your friend to the party." He chuckled. Feeling better and more prepared for the night ahead Hugh straightened his jacket and held his hand out for Adelaide's. Perhaps later tonight he might convince her to walk the gardens with him.

~

She moved like a trained dancer. Duncan even with all his flourishes knew that she was certainly the star in the room. She radiated with confidence and it inspired him. They moved closer now, following the steps of the dance, their eyes focused only on one another. She tugged at his cravat and Duncan could have sworn the temperature in the room raised a couple degrees then. She teased him telling him that she not someone to be rescued. As she spoke, her close proximity had their breaths mingling.

"Miss. Ricci, I have full confidence that you are a woman who has full capability over her life." They twirled and stepped around one another. The music picking up, around them people laughed and shouted encouragingly at the dancers. "I must admit however that part of me might enjoy ruffling those fancy feathers."

 

[Rainelle]

Adelaide smiled and took his hand as they remerged into the party. "I would love to take the next dance with you, Mr. Montgomrey." She responded happily, smiling brightly at him. Upon seeing Duncan and Fausta dominating the dance floor she laughed joyfully. "Oh, as soon as I met your brother I knew he and Fausta would get along splendidly." She said. It would do Adelaide good to dance with Hugh before she began to sing. It would calm her nerves. Adelaide joined in the cheering as the first dance ended, calling out to her friend in Italian.

Adelaide gripped Hugh's hand as he offered it and lead her onto the dance floor. As they positioned themselves she held onto him tightly, her smile now nervous. So many eyes upon them, all waiting for her to crack.

~

Fausta laughed again at his jest. "Oh, fantastico! Signor, I love the way you are thinking." The dance drew to a close, and Fausta and Duncan bowed before the clapping crowd. Through the cheers she could hear Adelaide's small voice encouraging her in her mother tongue, and Fausta took heart. They left the floor arm in arm, and Fusta directed him towards the refreshments. "All that dancing is having me, how you say, perched?" She said, hoping she'd gotten the word right. "I would enjoy another cup of wine. What would you be having?"

She marveled again, to herself, that Duncan really was fine for an Englishman. The red jacket brought out the rich dark tones of his hair, and his features seemed to me made of marble. Fausta could feel jealous stares pinned to her back, and revelled in them. Tonight, the handsome man was hers alone, and that was a wonderful prospect.

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh grinned at the sight of Duncan and Fausta. Their smiles were wide and it was clear they were having a lovely time. "I do believe you have the most interesting friends. You have good taste." He told Adelaide. She called out to the two of them when the song ended and Hugh clapped along with the crowd as the band prepared for the next song. Hugh led Adelaide to the dance floor and soon she was in his arms again and it felt so right. He could feel the tension within her from how tightly she held him. The hand that held onto her waist gave her a light squeeze.

"Deep breath." He told her softly. "You look stunning Miss. Lovelocke. Let's show this room how wrong they are about you." The music began and soon they were dancing along with other guests. Hugh was a little rusty with the steps, dancing having never been one of his strong suits did his best to keep up with everything. His eyes were intense on hers, filled with concentration. His steps guided her around, and he took time to twirl her, sending her skirts flying out to brush against his legs. He could see people leaning down to whisper to one another out of the corner of his eye. He knew that certainly after tonight the town would have more to mull over about the lady.

~

"Wine would be splendid." Duncan agreed with Fausta after they had retired from the dance floor. They received two filled glasses and stepped to the side to let others grab drinks as well. Duncan leaned against the wall of the ballroom and let his gaze move over the crowds, Hugh and Adelaide were dancing now and he could see clearly the look of concentration on Hugh's face. Never had he seen his brother act like a love sick puppy before. Duncan truly found it refreshing. Duncan had never felt that sort of emotion before, he flitted from fling to fling and that seemed to suit him just fine.

"Do you attend many balls back home?" Duncan asked. "You dance so well you must have been to many, and yet no suitor despite all your talents?" Duncan knew he had asked a rather personal question that perhaps might be inappropriate, however it was in his mind now to muss her up a bit. She seemed so confident and he wondered what buttons he needed to push to get a rise from her.

 

[Rainelle]

Adelaide was calmed bu Hugh’s words as the band struck up the song. She could tell he was a little out of practice, but Adelaide smiled brightly and laughed with joy as they danced together. He handled her carefully, his eyes intent on hers as he went over the next few steps in his mind. She was able to subtly guide him through the trickier ones, and she could see him relax a little through his concentration.

The room was staring at them with a thousand eyes and whispering with a thousand mouths, but out on the floor all Adelaide had to do was grip Hugh a little tighter and take a deep breath. Right now, it was just the two of them. Right now, nothing else mattered but this dance, here, in the arms of her angel. She smiled again and whispered a small “Thank you, Hugh.”

~
Fausta eyed Duncan as he spoke, tilting her head and watching him intently with her bright hazel eyes. Addy has warned her that Duncan was mischievous, so she tried to decipher whether or not he was genuinely interested, or poking for bruises. Shrugging, she brushed some hair over her shoulder and replied.

“Yes, we are having many parties at our villa back home. I love to do the dancing.” She sipped her wine before continuing “Men are preferring little birds to lions, you see. I do not grovel and I do not apologize for the way I being. I like to be dancing and working and hunting. Even with my family’s being so wealthy, men are intimidated. They do not be liking that I overshadow them.” She gave him a lazy smile. “I shot the last man who tried to Be taming me.” Fausta looked back out over the crowd, swirling her wine in the glass. “Though my brother was insisting I only take his leg. I would have preferred a clean shot, myself.”

 

[BoneBrain]

She helped guide him and for that Hugh was grateful. As the song came a close they came together one last time, Hugh heard her whispered thanks and could not stop the smile. All partners stepped back from one another then to give a bow or a curtsy. There was applause again, however certainly not as much as there had been for the song Fausta and Duncan had danced to. But Hugh was certain there was absolutely nothing for anyone Hugh gently led Adelaide off the dance floor and another song was struck up.

"It is almost time for you to begin your set. How are you feeling Miss. Lovelocke. Is there anything I can do for you before you go up?" Hugh asked, he was looking forward to her singing.

~

Duncan watched Fausta carefully as she told her tale. Still she was as confident as ever and he appreciated that. When she spoke of shooting a man his brows lifted and he looked quite aghast. "Pardon me? You shot a man?" Duncan realized perhaps his prodding might end him in a tough spot with her should he continue but strangely he did not feel scared, in fact the idea rather thrilled him. "Well Miss. Ricci, that is certainly the act of a lion, perhaps even a fearsome dragon if you were to ask me." Deciding to finish his glass Duncan set the glass down on a near by table. He motioned that Fausta wait for him then. Moving back towards the bar area Duncan acquired two stubby glasses filled with amber liquid. He returned to Fausta and offered her the shot.

"May you always be your own protector." He said before tipping his head back and downing the liquid. He could feel the warm burn and pleasant buzz almost immediately. Glancing towards Fausta he gave her a goofy grin.

 

[Rainelle]

Hugh lead her off the floor, and Adelaide was all smiles. She laughed gently at his kind offer, shaking her head. "Thank you very much, Mr. Montgomery." She squeezed his bicep gently before releasing him. "But I think knowing there's at least a single friendly face in the crowd will be of great help to me." Adelaide gave him a nervous smile, snapping her fan open to alleviate some of the heat coming from her cheeks. She saw a group of ladies begin to approach them, and felt a weight drop in her stomach. Looking away quickly, she curtised for Hugh and said humbly. "Thank you for the lovely dance, sir. I shall leave you to your other admirers while I prepare." Her eyes found his once more, a mix of nervousness and worry. She departed, and once she was standing with the band preparing her sheets, her heart ached upon seeing Hugh so taken up by other women. Scolding herself inwardly, Adelaide tried to focus on looking over the music.

"Oh, there you are Mr. Montgomery!" Alice Whitehall tittered, dropping to curtsey for him. She smiled and fluttered her eyes at the man. "Thank you so much for inviting us to your party! It's been so lovely." The woman next to her, Lilian Whitehall, spoke up next, fanning herself.

"Please, allow us to extend our condolences. You shouldn't have to suffer being with miss Lovelocke all evening just because she is your neighbor. I promise, no one here will say a word if you decide to dance with a few other ladies." The third sister, Emily, spoke last, sidling up to him and flipping her long auburn hair over her shoulder.

"He's just being kind, girls. A true gentleman even pays attention to such a woman." The girls laughed and talked idly at him, making no effort to hide their wanting glances towards the dance floor.

~

Fausta laughed outright at Duncan's reaction. She smiled as he left and returned with the shots. Placing her own glass down, she raised her glass and murmured a "salude" as they drank. ONce they placed the empty glasses down she laughed again, grinning at the man.

"Oh, do not be telling me that I scared you, Signor?" She leaned over and bumped her shoulder to his "What is a little gunshot between friends, eh?" She watched him as he laughed, the breeze ruffling his hair a little as it tumbled through the open windows. Duncan was laughing and flashing her a delightfully sly grin. When the band stopped, the room turned to look, and Fausta perked up at the sight of Adelaide at centre stage. She gripped Duncan's arm and gasped sharply. "This is the first time I will be hearing her song." She told him in an excited whisper, her strong hands squeezing his arm once more.

~
Adelaide took a deep breath as the band ended thier song and began hers. Closing her eyes and folding her hands before her, she began to sing.

I feel nervous in a way that can't be named
I dreamt last night of a sign that read, "the end of love"
And I remember thinking
Even in my dreaming it was a good line for a song

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh noticed the change fall over Adelaide and before he could ask her what was wrong she had departed speaking about admirers. Hugh's eyes watched her retreating back for a moment before his attention was diverted. He smiled kindly at the group of women he knew to be the Whitehall sisters. He bowed to each of them, all three of them gathered in close. They were batting their lashes and fanning themselves. As they spoke Hugh's stomach dropped a little and he wished that he could speak his mind, but the gentleman in him kept his smile in place despite their rude words.

"Thank you so much for attending." Hugh told them all. "I would be happy to dance with each of you. However I assure you Miss. Lovelocke is truly the most pleasant of companies. She is going to sing in a moment here. I hope you will listen." Hugh said. The women giggled at the idea of the Adelaide being pleasant company. Emily being the closest to him placed a dainty hand on his forearm and took charge. She gestured with her fan towards the dance floor.

"Come then Mr. Montgomery, let us dance while your bird sings." Emily said. Her fingers gripped his sleeve tightly now and Hugh was pulled away from the other two sisters who stood pouting that they had not thought to do the same before the others.

~

Duncan let out a burst of laughter at her comment of gunshots and shook his head merrily. Indeed what a curious woman the lovely Miss. Lovelocke brought to him. Suddenly Duncan's arm was gripped and Fausta jerked his attention towards Adelaide on the stage. She looked wonderful in her forest green dress, albeit a bit overwhelmed but Duncan had faith that she would pull through. Fausta was squeezing his arm and declared it was the first time that she would hear Adelaide sing. His brow lifted and he leaned close to whisper in her ear.

"She truly does have a lovely voice. Come let us get a little closer so you may enjoy." He kept the hand that was on his arm and led her closer to the stage, ducking past groups of people all ready to hear. As they walked Duncan picked up a few whispers.
"I cannot believe that they would let her sing."
"I do hope this doesn't ruin the party, I was having such a lovely time."

~

Adelaide's song began and Hugh began his dance with Emily. She was smiling at him but to Hugh it just looked like a sneer. It was difficult to concentrate, especially since he want to keep his full attention on the stage. Hugh missed a few steps and had his partner glaring at him with disappointment. Hugh was quick to apologize each time but just as quick to turn his attention away again. Her voice was beautiful and it filled the hall. Her angelic voice complimenting the candle light and greenery. There was no finer sound that could be heard that night. The hall hushed and it was clear that many were not expecting the voice to be as sweet and perfect as it was.

 

[Rainelle]

Emily was sourly disappointed with her dance. Hugh was in good standing and not bad looking, but he seemed entirely absorbed in Miss. Lovelocke's singing. The song ended, and she returned to her sisters and warned Lilian as he took her out to the floor next.

Lilian was rather proud of her dancing, but Hugh seemed only half interested in their conversation. “So, mr. Montgomery, is this ball your way of saying you’re in the market for a wife? You know my sister Alice is the eldest, she’s really very lovely. Good at needlework and has a head for numbers, even! I’ve always been terrible at them.” She chuckled, hoping to catch his attention. "Though I've always been better at the finer arts, I adore the theatre, poetry and painting, you know." While she knew it was rude to try and present herself before her elder sister, but Hugh was terribly handsome, and she couldn't quite help herself.

~
Fausta was grateful for Duncan as he moved them to the front of the crowd. She was entranced by Adelaide's voice, and felt a savage satisfaction as the talking ceased entirely and the whole party, save the dancers, listened to her. Between songs, she would smile brilliantly at Duncan in excitement. She could easily see over the heads of the crowd before them, though from behind she heard some rumblings.

Who let the amazonian stand in front? I can hardly see!

“Oh, bellisimo!! She is doing wonderful!!” Fausta pressed closer to him as more people crowded in. “Signor,” she whispered “Thank you for being to take care of her. Addy needs it.”

~

Adelaide couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. The thought of the crowd before her was terrifying. But as the set continued, she tried to imagine she was singing for something else. Something she could give her whole heart to. Perhaps she was singing for Charles's birthday. Or maybe another song at her first dinner party with the Montgomerys. When the music became the only sound, she imagined the whole ballroom empty, save for Hugh. Then beside him she saw her dear cousins and Fausta and Duncan. With that thought in her mind, she poured all her energy and emotion into the songs. It didn't matter what the townspeople thought. She was singing for them. For him.

 

[BoneBrain]

Lilian's voice, though quiet and meant only for him to hear cut over Adelaide's singing in Hugh's mind. His eyes snapped to the woman who danced with him, her soft skirts swishing against his shins. She spoke of her sisters accomplishments and then herself, but her initial question stuck out to him. Did this party mean he was looking for a wife? He did his best to push down the frustration the immediately flared up, he focused on taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Miss. Whitehall, I find myself most flattered at your attentions." Hugh lied. "However I am not seeking a wife at the present time. I wish you and your sisters luck on your searches." He hoped that was enough to please her while they danced. Adelaide's voice came over him again and his eyes darted to her, her eyes were closed and she looked absolutely beautiful.

"You wish to marry another?" Lilian asked softly, it was clear she could see where his attentions truly lay, however it seemed that Lilian was willing to push the matter further despite Hugh's best efforts. "If I may be so bold, I believe myself or my sisters would be better received than other present parties. The Whitehall family is well regarded." Hugh frowned then at the woman in his arms and wished that the song might end quickly.

"That is too bold." He told her, Lilian cheeks flushed a deep red then and the two were forced to finish the song in silence. When it ended Miss. Whitehall gave Hugh the barest of curtsies before leaving the dance floor to reunite with her sisters. Alice seemed ready to join him but both Emily and Lilian held her back, their mouths open in soft whispers, their eyes glaring towards him. Deciding that perhaps the sisters were quite done with him Hugh bowed to them and looked around the room, he spotted Duncan and Fausta near the front and wound his way through the crowd to stand next to them.

Duncan clapped Hugh on the back in greeting and Hugh inclined his head towards Fasuta and she returned the greeting with a curtsy.

"Welcome brother, Miss. Ricci was just thanking me here for taking care of her dear friend, but I must say that most of that honour belongs to you." Duncan whispered.

"It is a joy to have spent this past month with Miss. Lovelocke." Hugh told Fausta in a whisper. "I am happy that you were able to journey here and spend some time with her. I am thinking that she will need a close friend in the coming weeks. The town it seems is very stuck in their ways." Hugh's gaze moved then to Adelaide on the stage. His gaze warmed and he forgot about the bothersome people and he got lost in her voice like he wanted to from the beginning. As he was looking at her Duncan lightly nudged Fausta and once he had her attention hi gaze drifted back and forth between Hugh and Adelaide and he wiggled his brows meaningfully at her.

 

[Rainelle]

Fausta smiled as Hugh joined them, and was happy to hear the brothers speak so fondly of her dear friend. The three talked quietly between songs, and Duncan gave her a meaningful look as his brother stared wistfully at the singer. "Oh.." She caught on and grinned widely, sipping her drink and raising her brows at her escort. When she was positive that Hugh was completely absorbed in the music, she placed down her glass and tugged Duncan towards the dancefloor. "Come, signor," She said quietly "We have much to discuss, no?"

Adelaide had started a slower, softer song, and this allowed for a waltz. Picking up her skirt and throwing it over her arm, she settled into Duncan's grip and giggled. "So, how long has he been, how you say, pining for Addy?" Her hand was light on his shoulder, the other placed delicately in his, though they were roughly the same size. Unlike many of the ladies on the floor, she was eye level with the handsome man, and she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "They would make a good match, yes? I am thinking that they compliment each other well." Fausta enjoyed the closeness that waltzing allowed them, and the smoothness of the steps kept their conversation uninterrupted. When she pulled back, the woman smiled at him with a certain gentleness she had not yet shown that evening. She brushed something off the shoulder of his coat and looked over at Hugh, who was still absorbed in the performance.

"It was being a long time since I have been seeing that look upon a man." She laughed "It is sweet."
~
Adelaide's set felt like an eternity and a minute all at once. She was unsure if she was grateful or not. Forcing her eyes open as the last song ended, she gripped her shaking hands together and smiled as she bowed. To her delight and relief, she actually had applause from the crowd. Relief washed over her so much she could feel her legs begin to buckle, and as soon as it was proper, she excused herself. Adelaide fled onto the nearest balcony, which overlooked the gardens. Leaning back against the wall, hidden from the party, she took a few deep breaths as she tried to settle herself. She'd done it!!! Oh, she'd done it.

Suddenly, a hand was clasped over her mouth. "Hello, Addy." Her stomach dropped, her blood turning to ice in her veins. "Come take a walk with me." Edward stood before her in his best attire, that sickly sweet smile on his lips. Adelaide had no choice but to obey, one of his massive hands on her face, and the other gripping her wrist, hard. Adelaide lost her grip on her fan, the trinket clattering to the ground as they moved away. Adelaide hadn't the time to take in the beauty of the dressed up gardens, too focused on the man beside her. Edward lead her to the gazebo before releasing her, one arm on the wall, trapping her there. Adelaide couldn't breathe, watching him with wide, terrified eyes.

"Oh, Addy, I've missed hearing your voice." Edward said in a sultry voice, his eyes devouring her. "But why would you sing here? For him?" He looked hurt, and she felt her pulse skyrocket. Edward moved closer, his lips close enough to touch her skin. "Maybe I need to remind you of who you belong to." His free hand came up and ripped the choker from her neck, discarding it behind him. Adelaide made a strangled noise, her hands shaking too much to cover the scar. Edward ran his finger down the old injury, and she felt her skin crawl. "You're mine, Adelaide. This mark proves that." He murmured sweetly, like a lover trading secrets.

"S-stop." She choked out in a whisper. His finger continued to trace her scar. "If I can't have you, nobody will, my love." He told her, his eyes alight with a raging fire. Adelaide knew then that he intended to finish her. Fear lurched her forward, a heeled foot coming down hard onto his toes. When he backed up in surprise, she bolted. Edward was able to reach out and grab a fistfull of her skirts, causing her to fall forward. Catching herself on her hands, her gloves ripping, she kicked out at him until he caught his fingers. When he let go with a curse, she scrambled up and started to run, opening her mouth and loosing a loud, blood piercing shriek.

~

Fausta had thoroughly enjoyed their dance, and now that the two were relaxing and watching the party goers, she smiled lazily at Duncan, sipping at her wine. "This is a wonderful party, signor." She said, but before she could continue, she heard the scream. Without a second thought, she reached her hand out to him. "Your gun." She commanded, her eyes already searching the bewildered crowd. "Now, please."

 

[BoneBrain]

Duncan appreciated the light in Fausta's eyes after the realization hit her. She seemed just as eager to meddle as he, she decided then they should have another dance and he followed her without question. Duncan said his farewell to Hugh but his brother did not hear him. Hugh had his hands in his pockets and was swaying slightly, completely enraptured.

They fell into step with each other once again, the moves coming easily to both Duncan and Fausta. She leaned in close to him and asked her whispered question. Duncan considered and as they swirled and stepped.

"I would say from day one, my dear brother, I've never seen him smitten until about a month ago." Duncan said. "I agree they are well met, however I do not expect Hugh to give Miss. Lovelocke any sort of proposal. Hugh has been very clear on what he thinks about marriage when we were younger and still with the militia." Duncan liked the way Fausta glanced towards her friend and his brother. There was a spark of kindness in her eyes. When they turned in a spin Duncan got a chance to look towards them as well.

"Perhaps she might change his mind however." He said softly, hoping it might be true.

~

Hugh found himself pressed by the crowd into a far wall, he gave polite greetings when they were offered and did his best to ignore the glares of the Whitehall sisters, it was clear he had done poorly by them. Adelaide's voice rang through the hall one final time and applause filled the room next. Hugh added his own clapping to the mix and watched the mix of emotions travel over Adelaide. She had been absolutely wonderful, Hugh hoped to tell her that right away. When Adelaide left the stage Hugh made a move to follow her when a small cough stopped him in his tracks. Hugh turned and saw Mr. Goldsmythe puffing away at a pipe. Their eyes met and they bowed in greeting.

"I heard of your ship that went down. My deepest sympathies." Mr. Goldsmythe said.

"Ah yes... Thank you." Hugh was a bit curious as to how the news had already reached the town but he quickly remembered his brothers lack of filter and sighed. Goldsmythe launched into a rather bland discussion over what caused ships to sink and that he knew quite a few men working in the industry. Too polite to back out of the conversation Hugh nodded and gave short answers when asked a question. The conversation seemed to be going on forever when suddenly a scream pierced the night, Hugh's head snapped towards the source of the sound. His brows furrowed when he placed it had come from outside. There was murmurs of confusion, but immediately Hugh jumped into action, without even excusing himself Hugh began to make his way towards the balcony.

~

Duncan had been enjoying the relaxed atmosphere between himself and Fausta when the scream hit them. His back straightened and he noted Fausta's immediate jump into action. He didn't even question her when she demanded the flintlock pistol at his side, there was something about the way she carried herself that he knew her boasts to be true when she said she had shot a man. He passed the cool metal weapon into her hand and turned to join her as they made their way towards the sound. His hand moving to the right of his hip to find a small dirk dagger that his Aunt had given him from one of her trips to Ireland.

 

[Rainelle]

Adelaide lost one shoe when she had kicked off Edward's hand, and quickly shook the other away as she ran. Gathering up her skirts, she ran until she crashed into someone. Without thinking, she latched onto him, and when she looked up and saw it was Hugh, tears bubbled over. Adelaide shook violently in his arms, her hands bloody and her neck bare, she stuttered out. "H-hugh! Please, please, oh, god..." The stress was too much for her. Adelaide's knees buckled and she collapsed in Hugh's arms, fainting. Her eyes rolled back and the world went back. The partygoers had gathered along the balcony, murmuring rippling through the crowd. There were even a few snickers and scoffs.

"Ha! I knew she couldn't hold it together."

"Still so unstable..."

"Oh, poor Mr. Montgomery! What a disaster."

Elizabeth cried out and pushed her way through, grabbing her skirts and rushing over. She knelt by Hugh and gasped, reaching out, but recoiling upon the sight of the scar. "Oh, Adelaide! What on earth happened?" Redstone emerged from the darkness of the garden, holding his injured hand. Elizabeth looked confused, rising to meet him. "Edward? I thought you were still in London. When did you get back?" He ignored her, towering over Hugh and the unconscious woman, the rage seeping form his every pore.

"You again?" He asked in a smoldering voice. He visibly calmed, straightening and smoothing back his hair. His eyes were still aflame, but he said "Forgive my silly Adelaide, sir. If you gave her to me I'll take her home. I'm so sorry we've disrupted your party in such a manner."
~
Fausta and Duncan made their way through the crowd of people gathering to watch the scene unfold. Together, they were able to worm their way to the front, and Fausta caught the whispered words floating through the air. Even now, Redstone takes care of her. What a gentleman. She cursed in Italian, and leaned over the railing. Edward Redstone. She knew that name well enough from Addy's letters. She knew what that monster had done. Steadying the pistol on her hand, she closed one eye and leveled the gun at Redstone.

"Bastardo!" She boomed, pulling the trigger. With a defaning crack, the gun went off, smoke and sparks spilling from the barrel. The musket ball hit him square in the shoulder, and the man doubled over in pain, howling as he clutched the bleeding wound. People in the crowd cried out, many women ducking to cower. The men looked alert but confused, searching for the source of the sound. Elizabeth screamed and threw herself down. Fausta straightened and looked at Duncan beside her. Her frame was rigid with emotion, her eyes steely. "Go, quickly." She said "Before he comes to his senses."

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh was outside peering into the candle light dim when Adelaide came crashing into him. His arms reflexively went around her, she was shaking and the words that fell from her mouth were filled with terror. Her choker was gone and Hugh could see the angry scar around her neck. Before he could sooth her with his own voice what colour filled her cheeks paled and her eyes rolled upwards. Hugh felt her body give way to her faint and he cushioned her fall. Hugh held her tight, making sure her head was supported and did his best to not let fear overcome him. What on earth had scared her this much? Concern had blinded and deafened Hugh, he did not see Elizabeth join them until she was kneeling and recoiling away from the scar. He did not hear the whispers of pity and spite.

Elizabeth rose when Redstone appeared from the garden and Hugh's questioned were answered. A ringing of anger filled his ears and he held Adelaide tight to him, knowing he would not allow for the man to touch her again. Elizabeth spoke to Redstone but the man ignored the woman and the men locked eyes. Edward spoke and Hugh could not help the low growl that escaped his lips. Elizabeth was caught between the waring angers.

"You will not take her." Hugh said, his voice as dark and serious as the night. Hugh made a move to get up but before he could an explosion of a shot came from the balcony. Experience took over and Hugh lurched forward doing his best to protect Adelaide from any other shots. He heard Edward grunt in pain and Hugh looked up to see the man folded forward clutching his shoulder. Elizabeth was screaming and Hugh reached out to the woman who had thrown herself to the ground. His hand grasped her wrist and he tugged on his roughly to get her attention.

"Take care of her." Hugh ordered Elizabeth, as quickly and gently as he could Hugh laid Adelaide the rest of the way down on the ground and stood. He placed himself between the two women and Edward. Elizabeth did as she was told and crawled over to her friend and took over the duty of Hugh.

~

Fausta's aim was true and Duncan felt a thrill as the man jerked back at the force of the shot in his shoulder. The crowd was erratic, women screaming in alarm and all doing their best to back away from the beautiful woman who had taken aim. The anger emanating from Fausta was palpable and when she ordered Duncan to go he listened. Pushing past guests Duncan rushed down the stairs to the grassy soil and took his place next to his brother who also stood, a solid wall that would not be broken. The brothers gave the other a quick look before descending upon Redstone. Hugh landed the first blow, a well placed punch to the face. There was a sickening crunch of bone as Edwards nose broke. Stumbling backwards and roaring with pain Edwards did not see swiftly step beside him and with a sweep of his legs Duncan targeted the back of Edwards knees forcing the limbs to buckle sending the man crumbling to the ground. Duncan's dirk came out then and it was tossed up for Hugh to catch. Within a moment the cool blade was against Redstone's neck.

"I should kill you for what you've done." Hugh barked out, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "I will not allow you to hurt this defenceless woman anymore."

 

[Rainelle]

After it was clear no more shots were coming, the people gathered about the balcony again, now loudly calling for one another and trying to figure out what was going on. When the Montgomery brothers descended upon Redstone, a few of the women cried out in alarm.

"What are they doing?!"
"Stop, stop! He's unarmed!"

Lionel had finally found his way to them, and rushed towards the men. "My god, what are you doing??" He asked, pulling at Duncan's shoulder to tear him away from the fight. The big man froze, however, upon seeing Hugh atop Edward, seething with rage and a knife at his throat. "Boys, stop this madness!" He begged. Edward's eyes slipped past Hugh and saw Lionel and the crowd. He seized the moment to call out. "Help! I've done nothing, yet they attack me! Brutes!" Edward looked back to Hugh as the crowd began to clamor in his defense, a triumphant smirk on his lips. You won't win. He seemed to say. Lionel reached out and placed his large hand on Hugh's shoulder. "Come on, man," He said calmly, his voice shaking a little. "There must be a better way to sort this out."

Elizabeth had Adelaide's head cradled on her lap, pale and shaken. She was fearfully looking from the men back to her beloved cousin, confusion written across her features. Fausta had made her way to the girls, and knelt beside them, her olive hand gently tracing Adelaide's tearstained face. Her own anger rose up within her, and she cocked the reloaded pistol at Edward and Hugh. Elizabeth shrieked and shoved the pistol down towards the ground. "What are you doing?!" She asked, horrified. "You'll kill someone with that thing!" Fausta rolled her eyes and growled lightly, but kept the weapon lowered. She checked Adelaide again and her brow furrowed. Looking up, her curls cascading over her shoulder, she called over.

"Signors! We are needing a doctor!"
~
At Hugh's words, a few people in the crowd gasped in shock. Alice Whitehall scoffed audibly and said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Defenseless? The woman is mad! Just look at her, causing such a scene again. Her father must be rolling over in his grave from such shame." The townspeople murmured in agreement, ripples of pity and annoyance running through them. Another person spoke up.

"What did Edward do, exactly?"
"I didn't see anything, did you?"
"No."
"It really was unwise to invite miss Lovelocke, though."
"Edward has always been so kind. What on earth...?"
Chatter filled the air as everyone began to voice their opinions and concerns.

 

[BoneBrain]

Hugh was seeing red, Lionel had joined the fray and Duncan stepped aside when the older man pulled him out. Duncan could hear the murmurs of the crowd and he felt his hand clench into a fist, frustration filling him. How could so many people be so blind, he wondered. Catching sight of Fausta joining the women on the ground Duncan watched as the anger filled her as well and she made a move to raise the weapon. Elizabeth stopped it however and when Duncan knew it was safe he approached the women just as Fausta called for a doctor. Those words worried Duncan and he rushed over now, dropping to his knees, the grass staining his pants.

"Is she breathing?" Duncan asked. "Do you have a mirror?" He asked Elizabeth noticing the clutch attached to her arm. The woman nodded and she dug around quickly and pulled out a small square mirror. Duncan took it and held it to Adelaide's mouth, it fogged up lightly as her breath warmed the cool surface. As he was doing so his eyes caught a glimpse of Adelaide's neck and his whole body froze. Duncan's finger tips brushed over the skin of her neck, almost as if he needed to touch the wound to see that it was real. His eyes lifted then to Fausta.

"That bastard did this?" He asked her. As he was speaking another man joined the group, he sported sandy blond hair with a matching beard and moustache.

"I am a local healer, may I?" The man said. Duncan nodded and the doctor began his assessment of her.

~

Hugh remained where he was. Lionel had his hand on his shoulder and the calm of his voice just led him even more fury. Edward looked like he had won in response Hugh's lips curled back exposing his teeth.

"If Adelaide leaves with him, he will continue to hurt her. He has marked her in the past. I will not allow this. Lionel you cannot allow this." Hugh snarled. Logic slowly trickled into his mind and Hugh roughly pushed away from the man and got to his feet, leaving Edward on the ground. The blade hung loosely in his fingers.

 

[Rainelle]

Fausta nodded gravely at Duncan's question, and moved aside for the doctor. Turning the pistol around so the butt faced him, she handed the man back his gun. "I will kill him." She said, almost like a promise. There was something wild in her eyes as she said it, but it vanished as she stood. Brushing off her dress, she gave Duncan a small nod. "I will be seeing the...guests off, yes?" The people had ceased to be pleasant company and become enemies, to her. She felt sick to her stomach over the words that spilled so thoughtlessly from their mouths.

The man between them piped up. "I'll need supplies and a quiet room to work in." Elizabeth nodded, still trembling as she stood. Fausta wordlessly helped the other woman up the stairs, and Elizabeth ran to fetch Joseph. Fausta began to herd to onlookers out of the house silencing any last rumors with an icy glare. She had help from the staff in returning coats and fetching carriages. She stood in the front hall of Westwood like she was the hostess, thanking each guest and wishing them well. She could see that the men of the house were too compromised to deal with such things. As the guests began to thin, she started the maids on cleaning up, but ordered them to leave the decorations. It would be a shame to waste such beautiful decor. She also sent a runner to Adelaide's home with news.

Elizabeth returned with a worried looking Joseph, and together he and the doctor gently moved Adelaide. "The guest room is open." She said softly, casting a look back at the men and wringing her hands. She hurried to catch up with the men heading inside.
~
Lionel looked alarmed as Hugh stood up, glancing from the bleeding man on the ground to the rigid form of his host. "What are you talking about? Hurt her? Marked her? Hugh, have you had too much to drink?" He reached forward and helped Edward stand. One of Redstone's hands was clutching to his bleeding shoulder and the other to his broken nose. Lionel stepped between the two men for good measure, eyeing Duncan as he returned to the group.

"I haven't known you both for as long, but you really don't seem the sort to start a fight for no reason. Please, what is going on here? Edward and Adelaide have been together since they were young, he'd never do anything to hurt her. It's just not in his character." He placed a hand on Redstone's chest as he tried to come forward, wary of angering the brothers. "I don't know what she's told you, but dear Addy has always been a bit fragile and a little dramatic, you know. She was probably exaggerating." He spoke in a calm, even tone, desperately hoping to deescalate the situation.

"How about we get him patched up and discuss this civilly, ey?"

 

[BoneBrain]

Duncan let Fausta take charge, while the guests filtered out the air slowly grew more and more quiet and with it came calm. Duncan stayed with Adelaide while the doctor did what he could, Elizabeth gathered Joseph and soon Adelaide was off into the house and resting in the guest room. With Fausta still inside handling the guests Duncan took his time getting to his feet and watched the group of three men as they detangled and all rose. Duncan chose now to be quiet, he would step in if he was needed.

Hugh sighed deeply and looked at Lionel, "How is it that you have known Adelaide for all these years and not known? Do you just see what you want to see? If you truly believe the words you say about this brute then I have nothing more to say. As it is, Redstone you are not welcome on my land, if you set one foot towards Adelaide I will kill you. Adelaide's story is for her to tell when she is ready. She will stay here until she is better. I suggest you listen to her Lionel." Hugh turned then on his heel, not bothering to see how his words had effected the two men. He spotted Duncan and when they were side by side Hugh pressed the blade back upon his brother and with a quick glance thanked him for his assistance.

With that Hugh entered his home. He marched up the stairs and headed for the only thing that could bring him calm. Her.

~

Duncan stood regarding the two men and gave them a rather pleasant smile. "I will make sure my brothers wishes are respected. Perhaps it is time you depart before I decide to show you the way." The blade glinted in the moonlight while Duncan spoke. "And Lionel good sir, perhaps you should come with me and you can see what your dear friend has done to deserve such treatment." His voice held bits of venom and part of him wished the Redstone would charge at him.

 

[Rainelle]

Edward thought about trying again, but only for a moment. Without a ward, he slunk back into the darkness and vanished. Lionel looked utterly confused and a little hurt, staring at Duncan with wide eyes. "Well, alright, Duncan. Whatever you say." He followed the man inside the now empty ballroom, past the maids who were tiding. They came up the landing and Elizabeth was outside the door. Upon seeing her husband, she ran to his arms, crying. "Oh, Lionel, what's happened to her?" She sobbed. The man looked even more lost, but hugged his wife close as she cried and looked at Duncan with a small, bewildered shrug.
~
When Hugh entered, the doctor was finishing his work. Fausta was beside the woman in bed, gently stroking her hair and murmuring softly in italian. It sounded like a prayer. The doctor stood and shook Hugh's hand, gesturing to the women. "The wounds were all superficial, don't worry." He reported. "Just some scraped on her hands and arms and a slightly sprained ankle." Fausta rose, all of Adelaide's jewelry gathered in her hands. Gently placing the ornaments down, she helped Adelaide let down her golden tresses and kissed her forehead once, leaving a rouged lip mark there.

"I will be taking care of this." She told the men in a calm voice, and the doctor bid farewell as he was escorted out. As she passed Hugh, Fausta muttered "She has been asking for you." and with a meaningful look, closed the door softly behind her. Adelaide struggled a little, but sat up against the pillows. It was clear that she had been crying since she woke, her face was pale and tearstained. She looked like a ghost, drawn and exhausted. She reached out a bandaged hand towards Hugh, her olive eyes swollen and soft.

"Hugh..." Her voice was a little rough, and came out in a whisper. Tears filled her eyes again and spilled down her cheeks as she looked upon him. Oh, she had ruined everything. The party, his evening, his reputation. "Oh, Hugh, I-I-I am so sorry." She stuttered. "I'm so so sorry. For everything. Are you hurt? You didn't hit your head again, did you?" Her voice was full of worry as she looked him over, trying to move closer to the edge of the bed.
~
Fausta paid the doctor once they had left the room, and Joseph lead him out. Duncan was standing apart of Lionel and Elizabeth, and Fausta gathered up her skirts and went to him. Placing a hand on his forearm, she sighed heavily. "You are alright, signor?" She asked, looking him over. "I am being sorry about running of your clothes." She said "It is a shame to hurt a fine outfit." Fausta noticed the tension in his shoulders and the crease in his brow. Gently, she lifted her hand to his face and pressed her fingers to his forehead, effectively smoothing away the wrinkle that had formed there.

"You can be calming down, now," She soothed "the bastardo is gone. If he comes back we will be dealing with him together, yes?"

 

[BoneBrain]

When Hugh entered he was greeted by the doctor, it eased him to hear she was going to be alright physically. He hoped mentally as well she would heal. As Hugh and the doctor spoke Fuasta was busy helping Adelaide, his eyes kept moving over to the two women and it eased his heart to see someone else fuss over Adelaide. When Fausta was finished she laid a kiss on Adelaide's forehead and passed Hugh letting him know softly that Adelaide had been asking for him. Hugh took in the sight of her and wanted nothing more than to soothe her, she reached out to him and started to cry. Words fell from her mouth quicker than rain.

She tried to move closer and Hugh let himself move closer to her then, his foot steps were quick against the floor and soon he was on the edge of the bed next to her. The mattress sank at his weight and he leaned close to her his hands finding hers squeezing gently and then moving to cup her face.

"One thing at a time." He murmured, his thumbs catching the tears falling from her eyes. "Shhh." He whispered. "I am not hurt, everything is ok. You are safe with me. Do you understand? I sent him away, he is not welcome here. You didn't ruin anything Adelaide, he did." Hugh moved to lean her back against the pillow, wanting her to be comfortable. "Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do?" Wanting to feel useful Hugh was ready for any request.

~

Duncan watched the older couple and sighed a little. He wondered what was going on in their heads, did they comprehend everything now? It seemed that Elizabeth was closer to the truth than Lionel. Fausta and the doctor exited the guest room and after the two exchanged money and words the man was seen out of the house. When Fausta returned Duncan gave her a thin smile. She commented on the state of his clothes and before he could respond she was reaching out and pressing her fingers to the point of tension in his forehead. Her touch relaxed him and he let out the breath he had been holding.

"I knew I liked you for a reason." He told her a grin returning to his face. "I will be alright, and that man must have the fear of god put in him from you my dear." His hand reached out to circle the wrist that had fired the gun. He lifted her hand and studied it for a moment, then his eyes slid over to hers. "You have a fine aim Miss. Ricci." He let go of her then and straightened. "I suppose you would like to stay with us then, I'll have another guest room made up for you, I get the feeling you wont leave Miss. Lovelocke." Duncan gestured over to Joseph who had been standing down the hall awaiting to see what needed tending to next.

Down the stairs a knock came from the front door. "I'l get it. Thank you Joseph." Duncan said already making his way down the stairs. He opened the door and saw the familiar face of Adelaide's butler Charles. He looked quite distraught, at his feet stood the two dogs, Tatiana and Oberon, Duncan ushered them inside and he gave the butler a fond smile.

"She is resting now." Duncan told the man, "But I believe this will truly lift her spirits." Charles and Duncan walked the dogs up the stairs. The butler knocked before opening the door, the dogs rushing in past his legs to their master on the bed. Hugh was sitting next to her then, his hands holding onto Adelaide's.

Duncan returned to Fausta and he gave her a small nudge. "It's getting pretty crowded here, would you like to sit in the garden a while? Perhaps drink some of the left over wine?"