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Eleanor shook her head at the other's words, she had to admit, it had ultimately been her own fault. "It's quite alright, there's no need to apologize." She reassured the other with a small smile before returning to the horse. "What's his name?"
She had always had one of those faces, according to most people in town, it was one of the reasons as to why most people have said they have seen her around before. "I don't believe so?" She replied, shaking her head. "However, I work somewhat closely with the Queen, I am her daughter Alexandra's lady in waiting, maybe you have seen me around with her?"
Despite the vast numbers of people that had flocked to London for the social season, William was surprised when he saw a familiar face, present company not excluded but he couldn’t quite place her. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I just hadn’t expected company so early in the day.” Quickly putting a shirt on, William joined her observing the horse she had sought out. “It’s no problem, the horses are still recovering from their training so they may appear a little tired.” He offered her an orange from his own breakfast and nodded to the horse. “This one prefers oranges, I really shouldn’t be spoiling him, but it can be our secret.” He smiled, trying to calm both the horse and the girl.
As the conversation went on, William was trying his best to place the woman’s face. It seemed so familiar, but distantly so. “I apologize, miss, but are we acquainted?” He asked a little suddenly. William could never let the littlest of things go and he knew this would bug him to no end. “Perhaps you spent time at Walmer Castle?” William and his uncle had worked there in autumn a few years back, and outside of Margate and his village in Wales, there weren't many other places it could be, or maybe the girl just had one of those faces.
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She'd be lying if she had said she enjoyed it when people spoke ill of her rulers, but she tried her best not to show it. While it did bother her, she was not the kind of young woman who would throw an absolute fit simply because someone called them a bad name.
"Sir Thayer, quite a strong name." She replied, although part of her had also thought it was rather odd, even though she didn't admit it out loud. "Well, let me be one of possibly many tonight to thank you for your service."
"You do make a good point there." She agreed with the other, chuckling a bit. "Now tell me, how long did you fight in the war, if I may ask?"
While her honesty is surely intended to disarm him, there is no comfort here even under such a familiar gaze. It is soft despite the curt strike of her words, he is sure of it. No crinkle in her brow can hide that. Their dark hues are full of thought, endless windows to a mind he cannot help but wonder holds being so close to their rulers. At such a young age, are they still gods to her or have them started to bleed red?
"Sir Thayer," He says, a short bow of his head to her graces. "Knight Commander, miss. I'm quite keen on Her Majesty's intentions and orders, as her orders have kept me alive through the war."
A small thought blossoms, if he can blame her for his survival but it's quickly dismissed. Even he has limits for perceived gods.
"Though I believe in the end, we all serve the queen as her most loyal subjects," He adds, her words echoing in his thoughts. She is merely the mother of the nobility I work for. It glides across treason, such a belittlement of their ruler and in turn her heirs. He cannot help the smirk that curls at the ends of his mouth.
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"You do make a good point there." Eleanor admitted, letting out a small laugh at the other's words. "No, it certainly is not, it's more extravagant than what I'm used to." She admitted to the other.
Being one of four, Beatrices parents had decided that it was best for her to come out in one of the seasons whilst the war raged. They decided it was too much to have the middle girls come out at the same time as the youngest. It had been a smaller ceremony than this. She half thought that, that was why she was still unmarried now. She almost felt jealous that her friends were getting the commotion that they deserved.
"I would hope so. After so long." Beatrice smiled. One of the greatest gifts that this life had given her, was her friendships - Eleanor included. Beatrice nodded, "It certainly isn't what we're used too after the last few years, right?" She could understand why all of this was so overwhelming. The grandeur had been long forgotten whilst the war raged. "It's all so different."
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"You're welcome." she replied, smiling back at the other. "Is there any particular reason as to why you decided to go with this design?" she asked the other, genuinely curious, she was going to have to go with something similar herself for next time.
She looked at the other women dancing, some with their respective husbands, and others with potential suitors. "I think there is more than meets the eye." She admitted, mostly speaking from experience. From what she's seen around the castle, most people tended to hide their true feelings from others, afraid of what others might think. "You don't miss a thing, do you?" Eleanor teased with a chuckle. "I am a debutante this year actually, it is one of my first years debuting. from what it looks like, I've got a lot of competition. What about you?"
"Thank you," she offered her a small smile, "the modiste has done a wonderful job of catering to my outlandish requests and desires," it was a small tease on her part. She asked in earnest, realizing that if her mama and father were not here with her, they could in spirit. The shells that intertwined with lace had been those she had picked with her mama.
She looked at the stranger with a sad smile, her eyes drifted to the gaggles of women gushing over fabrics and jewel, "they all seem so happy, don't they?" Was she supposed to feel the same amount of joy they did as she spun around the mirror, dreaming of what handsome stranger would sweep her off her feet. She cleared her throat, "are you a debutante? Or have you already made your debut?" Cassandra needed to be careful what words she chose in the presence of strangers in fear of Lady Whistledown and her scathing remarks.
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eleanor was almost certain she had seen this man around somewhere, but she couldn't quite place where. had she known him before she had begun working for the royal family or did he simply have one of those faces? "you wouldn't be the only one." she teased, chuckling a bit. "oh god, i doubt it, not even my own father could teach me how to waltz without me stepping on his feet." she admitted, slightly embarrassed.
with the help of maude, elijah had managed to sneak his way into the ball and so far, he had gone undetected. it was the role of a lifetime, he thought, and he was going to do his best to try and make sure that he didn't ruin this. as he spotted eleanor heading over, a part of him wondered if she might have realised that he doesn't quite belong but is relieved as she holds out her dance card to him. "of course i am." he lies, quickly. "i would be a fool to miss out on the opportunity." he smiled and his smile made way for laughter as the other continued. "i am sure that we can overcome that." elijah laughed as he looked down at the eleanor.
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She was making her way over to the ballroom when she noticed the other stumble and fall to their knees. While most people would have left the other on the ground, Eleanor decided to help her. "Are you quite certain you're alright?" She asked, making sure she wasn't hurt at all. "You're sure you're not hurt at all?"
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She had been walking and standing for far too long and, hoping to retreat without anyone noticing, slipped out of the ballroom and made her way through the hall. Unfortunately, though, her leg gave out and she fell to her knees. "Damn useless leg," she muttered to herself as she used the wall to stand. "I'm fine," she was quick to say as she felt a nearby presence
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She wasn't entirely sure why she decided to sit beside the stranger, Eleanor had seen him from across the room, and he seemed friendly to say the least. Part of her had thought that if she sat beside one of the other males of the ton, her other suitors would leave her be, which it would seem most of them did. "Perhaps after a couple of drinks." She teased with a chuckle. "I may be a woman, but I can never say no to wine."
Eleanor smiled at the other. "It's nice to meet you, Lord Jasper," She replied. "Miss Eleanor Winthrop."
Downing the leftovers of his drink, Jasper's attention immediately switches from the dancing couples to the woman that has set down by his side. He can see his father feverishly nodding at him from across the room, and Jasper takes a deep breath, puts on his best, most polished smile, and turns in her direction. "Mylady.", he muses, "I have got no chance to ask for another, then?", he grins, softly. "Just a mere jest. Can I perhaps sooth your pain with something to drink? A wine, a lemonade?"
Raising himself from his chair, Jasper offers a polite bow, "And perhaps also, an introduction. Lord Jasper Sinclair."
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Eleanor had realized a little too late that she wasn't the only one who had felt like she had been suffocating inside the ballroom, what with everyone trying to get a dance from her and all. She doesn't know how most debutantes were able to do this every day, she already wanted to quit herself. Letting her mind wander as she made her way outside, she felt bad when she saw someone else there.
"Are you sure? I really don't want to be a bother." She reassured the other but decided to join him nonetheless. "What's on your mind though, if I may ask?"
With quickened breath, a tight chest, and a pounding heart Callum had exited the ballroom in a rush before he was completely overwhelmed with panic. Had jumping into this Season been too much for him? Maybe he just needed to clear his head in the courtyard and then he’d be fine. He paced back and forth, focusing on the crisp, fresh air filling his lungs. He’d only danced with two young ladies so far — two that his father had practically pushed him towards. And Callum had been too worried about how he was being perceived in a situation that was out of his control that he couldn’t even remember the conversations he’d had with his dance partners, let alone their names, and he felt guilt and self-doubt creep in.
His racing thoughts came to a halt when he heard the voice of a woman. His eyes softened when he looked at the redhead, thankful for her presence because his thoughts were redirected. “Please, come rest,” he replied, “I was just doing the same. I certainly don’t mind sharing the courtyard, it’s quite peaceful here — I simply can’t, in good conscience, keep it all to myself,” he smiled warmly.
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It had been Eleanor's first time at the diamond ball since she began working for the princess and she'd be lying if she had said she wasn't in awe of how glamorous it was, it was like something out of a storybook. Growing up poor, she had been unable to attend events such as these ones, which is why she was grateful for working so closely with the royal family, she was able to experience extravagant events such as this one and more. "Do they mostly take care of themselves?" She asked the other, genuinely curious, before then chuckling at his next words. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me, I promise not to tell anyone."
As she watched the other couples dance, she was glad she had been able to get some time to herself for once, as she felt like she had been dancing for ages. "Oh, it is everything and so much more." She admitted with a smile. "Although, is it normal to be this exhausted from all this dancing and formal introductions?"
The diamond ball was truly unlike anything that William had seen before, from the soft glow of the hundreds of candles that illuminated the elaborate gowns as couples danced across the floor. It was a far cry from gatherings at William’s village hall, but still captivating nonetheless. William knew he shouldn't have been so close to the festivities, his place was outside waiting to be called upon to serve but he couldn’t resist a glimpse into this other life. “Oh the horses don’t really need me, I am just a figurehead.” William teased with a playful smile. “But please, don’t share my secret, it would ruin me.” Back home, William was forever in a jesting mood and it was a welcomed return when he considered his mood of late.
Whispers had filled the air as the music continued to play. Couples danced in synchronized steps as subtle exchanges of a flirtatious nature were passed in secret. “I couldn’t resist, I had to see what all the fuss was about.” William explained, his smile remaining. “Is it everything you expected, the romance, the swooning?” William asked the young lady, not holding back on his teasing tone.
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It wasn't entirely odd seeing the man she had spoken to earlier today at the ball, everyone and their mother had been in attendance. What had vexed her, however, was that he seemed to be here alone. Looking around to see if he had been with anyone, she found it odd that he decided to come to this event without a woman at his side.
She'd be lying if she had said he had made a good impression on her during their first interaction, he had come off as rather arrogant, but who knows? Maybe this time, he won't come off as such a whiny playboy to her.
"Ah, so you are only here to be her protector, I assume?" She asked, genuinely curious. Due to Eleanor being an only child, she did not have anyone who protected her as an older sibling would. However, if it had been her father who was her sponsor instead of her mother, she was almost certain he'd be watching her like a hawk by now.
Thayer wandered into the sea of dancing bodies, any semblance to the crashing of waves found in the ripple of hearty laughter and hymns. It was easier to compare it to Margate, though there was hardly anything similar. The seaside was eerily quite, or roared to life in you looked down. There was no high point here— no way to confirm if you were on top of the world, or at rock bottom.
The question that catches him just a foot below draws him away from assessing, from forcing familiarity and understanding. There's a brief moment of dread— Miss Eleanor Winthrop, speculated eyes and ears to Princess Alexandra and therefore Queen Anne herself. Rumors speculating her affect from before are challenged at how eager she seems now, honest even in this brief self deprecation. He wonders for a moment if he, too, has been misleading. Perhaps, they both can try again.
"My apologies, Miss Winthrop. I will not be taking to the floor tonight if I can help it," He tells her, a half hearted smile weighed by apology. "I was getting my sister a drink of lemonade. I promise I am sparing you of my version of the quadrille, as well."
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