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Léon Belmont ([info]ex_the_ambas216) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

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Entry tags:ambassadors_ball, leon_belmont

An Invitation to the French Ambassador's Ball
Subject: The Ambassadors Ball
Where: The French Embassy
Who: Léon Belmont, the French Ambassador to the English court
Warnings: none as yet
Open to: All (all players may attend either as invited guests of the ambassador, as servants or guests of those invited, as staff, or as gate-crashers.)


The ballroom of the Embassy was already growing busy, and when Citizen Belmont paused for a moment besides one of the large windows, he could see yet more carriages pulling up outside, wreathed in the mist blowing in from the river.

The quartet had been playing now for a good half an hour, new French tunes as well as those the English favoured. His staff was busy handing out good French wine, and then refilling those glasses when they were drained.

It was going to be a good evening, and not only in the eyes of the party-goers. With some of England’s most prominent aristos on the guest list, and some than some newly arrived French nationals, tonight would be a night of information gathering, of sizing up the opposition, and perhaps even ensuring some of those French escapees were returned to face justice.



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[info]social_climber
2008-04-22 09:42 am UTC (link)
"That's certainly a very catholic way of looking at things." Harry said softly, "But lust doesn't always need logic behind it, or the rules of society and marriage or religion. People choose to ignore it or not should they wish. Sometimes, of course, people are simply lonely."

He smiled. "Forgiven and forgotten. 'Pleasure to meet you, Miss Newbury. No relation to the infamous Lord Newbury, I hope?"

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-22 09:51 am UTC (link)
Adelaide sighed gently. Thinking over his words she was finally convinced that she had driven her second husband away from her, simply by not being a good enough wife by his standards. Or, at least, that was the way she interpreted the mans words.

At his question she looked over to him again. "I suppose that would depend on which Lord Newbury you are referring to, sir," she said slowly. She only knew of one Lord Newbury, her father, but perhaps there was another.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-22 07:30 pm UTC (link)
"There is more than one? God help us all." He smiled, patting her arm again. "I suppose it matters very little. Lord Newbury and I have only met once or twice. He probably wouldn't recall me." He says, shrugging off the two court appearances of his youth. Unlucky to get caught once, stupid to get caught twice. He'd made sure it never, ever happened a third time.

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-22 08:32 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide looked at him curiously. There were only two types of people that her father met, those who enforced the law and those who broke it. She took a guess and concluded that this man was not a lawyer, judge or constable. Smiling a little she raised a brow. "I assure you, Mister Fisher, that my father does very well with names. Perhaps I should mention you sometime and see what he has to say?"

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-22 10:11 pm UTC (link)
"I am sure he would have nothing to say but what has already been said, miss." Harry says, smiling slightly. "But if you are interest, perhaps you should ask. Although I'd ask you to bear in mind a lot of what he will tell you is rumour, hearsay, and insubstantial."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-23 06:50 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide took a long sip from her champagne, finishing the drink before she looked back to him. Her lifeless eyes rested upon his face before she smiled again. "It is more of a curiosity than an interested, Mister Fisher," she said, speaking carefully as it was difficult to speak properly after drinking as much as she had, especially for her size. "I am curious as to why a man who seems to hold such status, as yourself, would resort to dealing in forbidden activities."

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-23 08:11 pm UTC (link)
"Status, miss?" He asked, in genuine surprise. "I don't have any of that. I don't have anything that I haven't earnt myself." He pauses, beginning to lead her carefully back to the Ballroom doors. "If I have any status, it's because of what I do. I didn't have it before hand."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-23 10:26 pm UTC (link)
"My apologizes, Mister Fisher," Adelaide said. "I was quick to assume." It had all made sense to her. She had pictured him living a spoiled life, rebelling from an overbearing and rich father by dealing with prostitutes and breaking laws. "But is that why you do what you do, sir? So you can gain a higher status?" she asked curiously, giving him another hollow look with her eyes.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-23 10:45 pm UTC (link)
"No need to apologise, Miss Newbury, we all make mistakes." He says, brushing off her assumptions. "I don't know how I could gain higher status, to be truthful, miss. I doubt I'll get a knighthood or even a vote in parliament." He grins slightly, "Perhaps I've gained a little in financial terms?"

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-23 10:58 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, I suppose we all do," Adelaide said faintly as she looked down. For a moment she bit down upon her bottom lip as she thought. Finally she focused her empty gaze back upon his face. "I would suspect you have profited financially from what you do, Mister Fisher," she admitted. "As I do not see why you would do it without some form of incentive." She chewed on her lip again before giving him a nervous look. "I am sorry," she said sincerely, "I have said too much."

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-23 11:00 pm UTC (link)
"It gives me something to do, Miss. It keeps my brain working, and my thumbs and fingers far from idle. One should not ask for more than that." He smiled at her, "And I am good at what I do. Or so I am told."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-23 11:07 pm UTC (link)
"But do you enjoy it, sir? As that should be most important," Adelaide asked curiously. "My second husband was a poet, a good one at that, but he did not enjoy what he did and it made him most unhappy at home." She did not have the same sorrow in her voice that she had whenever she spoke of her other husbands, as she had never allowed herself to love the man and his temper.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 08:31 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps, in that case, he should have done something else." Harry says, with a rather unconcerned shrug, "There was nothing stopping him, I assume? If he didn't enjoying being a poet, he should have given it up before he felt unable to. There is hardly a shortage of work." He pauses, and looks at her carefully, "Unless real work was unbecoming to him?"

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 08:42 am UTC (link)
There was a hint of fear in her once vacant eyes as the conversation turned to her late husband, Henry. Adelaide shook her head slowly. "I do not know why he did not do something else, sir" she admitted. "I can only guess as to the reason," she said, speaking as carefully as she could so she would not sound as if she was speaking ill of her husband. "I believe he enjoyed the female companions that his writing's earned him," she added faintly before looking down.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 09:12 am UTC (link)
Harry made a distinctly unamused noise. "He was unhappy, but he liked to have women through themselves at him? I do not mean to be rude, Miss Newbury, or disrespectful, but he sounds like a very pathetic man. You are better off without him."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 04:02 pm UTC (link)
"He was not unhappy in all aspects of his life, Mister Fisher" Adelaide said gently. "He was only unhappy at home, sir," she explained before looking down, almost ashamed of herself as she blamed herself for his unhappiness.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 04:11 pm UTC (link)
"Because he did not appreciate you, no doubt, miss. Don't blame yourself for a man's failings, we have many, many of them."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-24 04:29 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide sighed gently. "I suppose you are right, Mister Fisher," she said softly. "But I feel that perhaps it did have something to do with me," she added.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-24 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"Did you love him?" He asks, knowing the question is probably too forward, at the present time he doesn't believe the child would care, "If you did, then you did no wrong."

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-25 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Of course I loved him," Adelaide said gently, not understanding why he had asked the question. She assumed that every wife loved their husband, no matter how they were treated. "I would have been a bad wife not to, sir," she added.

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