𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘

keaton abernathy. barrister. future marquess of milford haven. heir to the abernathy and greengrass fortunes. eligible.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

————𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 ;;

Bᴀʀʀɪsᴛᴇʀ.
Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀǫᴜᴇss.
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
Sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@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.

“Is it at least a tolerable one tonight ..?”

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

Dinner at the Vienna tonight with a few business partners. The Valerian is sure to follow for some drinks.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP him, depths scanning a certain article.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

“We’re 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.”
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-

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP “Why 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?”

The same bored tone fell from his lips as Kit stayed focused on the newspaper before-

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@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.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

He’s taking a leisure horse ride in the park between his appointments for the day —

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP “However long it takes.”

His response was short, quick before he downed the rest of that fine amber liquid in his glass.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

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.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP There was a roll of his eyes, Kit shaking his head with a sort of irritation.

“I don’t bloody care who is on that card— so long as you dance and make yourself known. They need to know you’re eligible and looking. Tis the season.”

He added on before taking a large sip.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

“How’s your dance card?”

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

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP turn to head towards the door.

“We’ve a wedding to go to, ready yourself—“

Was the last he said as he made his exit.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP raised to push back fallen blonde locks to their rightful place.

“As you can see. You’re not the only one stuck. So I suggest you talk less, smile more, and perhaps act the tiniest bit more approachable in public. We’ve all an act to put on. You are no different.”

Kit made a-

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP “You were never meant to go back to Scotland. That was never in the plans.”

She had to have know, hadn’t she? She had to have her some inkling as to why their mother persuaded her and urged her to go.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP “This was the plan. You were to join me in England, you were to find someone who can stand you, you were meant to marry.”

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.

-

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@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. Kit’s head dropped, angered gaze falling to the floor as he attempted to calm himself, deep breaths flaring his nostrils.

[𝐊. 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 @Kit__HP]

@Astrid__HP “Don’t 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.”

Each word had been enunciated, sharp with venom. His words hadn’t entirely been truthful, but then again they hadn’t been-