Georgina Cecily Carey Rochester (elegant_lady) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-08-07 11:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | character_development, georgina_rochester, miles_rochester |
Georgina Rochester: Her dear son.
Subject: A son to be proud of.
Who: Georgina Rochester.
Where: The Rochester’s Townhouse, London.
Warnings: None.
Open To: Miles Rochester.
Georgina was not in the best of moods to say the least. She tapped her foot on the floor, although she hardly heard the sound it made. The servants bustling around the household trying to make it presentable gave her a wide berth.
With Katherine off visiting relatives Georgina had turned her attention to her son Miles, hoping to have at least one child she could say she was proud off. The death of Katherine’s fiancé had rather disheartened her. She knew Katherine had been unhappy with the match but had hoped it would have suited her nicely, left her provided for with her own fortune in the name of her late husband.
Now instead she would be back on the marriage market, only now there would be whispers about her involvement in the old man’s death, questions about her virtue to answer and she was growing older with each day, becoming less attractive as young girls entered the fray – dazzling and accomplished and submissive.
All she wanted for her daughter was to secure her in society. She didn’t want to see Katherine become an old maid, a burden on her brother and what family he might have, a laughing stock to their friends. Katherine was young now but one day she would wake up in her and realise the things she had missed out on – a marriage and children and a happy home and she would regret it.
Georgina caught a glimpse of her self in the hall mirror and sighed. She would already be a burden on her children. Too old to re-marry, she’d have to live off Miles’s compassion. Having to support his aging mother would be hard enough, she had no doubt, without a bitter, spinster sister living under the same roof. Georgina had seen what a life without security and the charity of a husband could bring, and even now she would swap her widowhood for marriage if it was presented to her but Katherine was still too careless to realise what life she courted for herself.
Adjusting the fold of her dress, looking in on her mirror image, Georgina made herself smile. Miles would be coming home this afternoon and she had plans for him. He was a fine young man, when all of the book rubbish was over and done, with a promising future ahead of him. Any number of aristocratic families had daughters they were dying to marry off – The Hursts, the Wexleys, The Mountford-Miles – and more so merchant families with good contacts and money to invest in a son-in-laws future.
If Miles could be persuaded to stand still for a moment that was.