@Astrid__HP He sat in silence, almost long enough to make Astrid wonder if he had even heard her or would reply. But with a breath he finally did, his gaze still not lifting from his paper.
βIs it at least a tolerable one tonight ..?β
βWeβre to hold a dinner party here Friday next. I expect you to come up with a list that includes a few names I have for you.β
Words were short, bored almost as his gaze never faltered from the newspaper in his hand. Breakfast was nearly untouched apart from the coffee cup in-
@Astrid__HP βWhy should we, two respected members of the ton, host a dinner for other respecting people of our class to find you a good match and I more opportunities to connect in a business manner?β
The same bored tone fell from his lips as Kit stayed focused on the newspaper before-
@PenelopeD_HP The man kept riding without so much as a glance in her direction again, his expression evenly cold and ungiving to any sort of emotion. The hand that tipped his hat fell to his thigh, his hips moving easily with the movement of his horse as he continued on the path.
He can be found hunched over his desk, furiously writing and scribbling his notes before his thoughts are lost. There is no light apart from the single candle beside him. His white shirt is pulled from his pants, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he works.
@Astrid__HP There was a roll of his eyes, Kit shaking his head with a sort of irritation.
βI donβt bloody care who is on that cardβ so long as you dance and make yourself known. They need to know youβre eligible and looking. Tis the season.β
He added on before taking a large sip.
βHowβs your dance card?β
He murmured from behind his glass down to his sister. This had been his dreadful life now; a nagging mother trying to marry off his sister. Damn his own mother for making him do as such, the crazy fool.
@Astrid__HP
@Astrid__HP raised to push back fallen blonde locks to their rightful place.
βAs you can see. Youβre not the only one stuck. So I suggest you talk less, smile more, and perhaps act the tiniest bit more approachable in public. Weβve all an act to put on. You are no different.β
Kit made a-
@Astrid__HP βYou were never meant to go back to Scotland. That was never in the plans.β
She had to have know, hadnβt she? She had to have her some inkling as to why their mother persuaded her and urged her to go.
@Astrid__HP βThis was the plan. You were to join me in England, you were to find someone who can stand you, you were meant to marry.β
He paused, standing to his full height as hands fell from the chair before him. He looked to his sister, his gaze showing hardly any emotion.
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@Astrid__HP lies either. Hands grasped the back of the chair before him, knuckles tightening with an irritation that had been clear upon his features. Kitβs head dropped, angered gaze falling to the floor as he attempted to calm himself, deep breaths flaring his nostrils.
@Astrid__HP βDonβt you see ? This is it. This is home. There is no going back. You are to marry in London. You are to live in London. You are to get out of my hair.β
Each word had been enunciated, sharp with venom. His words hadnβt entirely been truthful, but then again they hadnβt been-