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#𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅 ; 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒.#angel whom i love

matildavaughan·:

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Shoppingwith her sisters was always something she had loved the most, but this time shehad decided to do it alone. Now that she was to become a Duchess, it was abouttime to get herself a new wardrobe, and so she had been on it for weeks. Asideof her wedding dress, she had ordered at least six more dresses from the samestore, and today she was supposed to make sure everything was going accordingto the plan. Matilda walked through the store, checking the fabrics to see ifanything caught her attention, when a familiar face appeared.

Truth to betold, she didn’t know how the woman felt about all the rumours, if she wouldlook at her and walk away, or if she would say anything. At this point, Matildadoubted everyone that was not family or Lady Evelyn. “LadyBeauchamp,” she greeted

Harriet was not accustomed to being alone for too long, having grown up with a younger brother and an older sister a moment alone seemed like a distant dream -- but one she never really desired. Still, some things were better done alone and she had found shopping was one of them. Her brother’s offer to escort her as she shopped, sweet as it was, had thus been batted away for she knew he would only be bored. So she had left her brother, sister and her husband in the Marquess’ townhouse and ventured into town alone -- a truly scandalous venture in the eyes of London society. As it stood though, Harriet cared little about any gossip concerning herself so tended to do whatever she felt like regardless.

“Lady Vaughan,” she replied brightly and with a ready warm smile. “I see you also have impeccable taste in cloth and colour, this store has long been a personal favourite of mine. Are preparations for your wedding going well?” Harriet enquired keenly, taking an interest in a light blue material between them.

#𝓌 ; 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒶 𝓋𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓃.

charlesreidmp·:

“Is that not always the way?” It certainly seemed as such. “Ah, but they would not listen to me. For who I am to judge? New money who knows little of how society works.” He scoffed, his head shaking. “Nay, they’ll borrow money to pay their debts before admitting their fortunes have been squandered. I’ve heard tale that even the Prince of Wales himself has dipped into his coffers to help out a friend.” The whole culture of gambling such sums was maddening. They would never learn. “I should hope that is has.” He hummed in thought. “It depends who you ask. Lord North is still pouring everything he and his government has into the war effort in America against better judgement. The Whigs are growing frustrated - this war is futile. We should grant them the independence America desires and focus on the issues at home. Our people are struggling and the Tories care little.”

Harriet tilted her head to one side, a playful smile blossoming. “Perhaps you should make them,” with a quiet laugh she idly smoothed the skirt of her dress with a hand. “Society is not so complicated as to make its workings unfathomable to anyone, no doubt that belief is an attempt to boost self-esteems.” She paused. “Well, I cannot say I am surprised by that news. Failure in gambling is rife in London, no one seems to have any idea that stopping is a very viable and ever-present option. The Marquess of Lansdowne has been especially unlucky as of late, I am almost astounded he is here tonight. I suppose no one will discourage him from partaking when he will undoubtedly lose and provide excellent entertainment in the process.” Though Harriet occasionally did find the misfortune of others entertaining, it was only funny when there was no serious harm done and though the Marquess likely had spare fortune it seemed likely he would blow through that just as quickly and end up bordering destitute. She only hoped he had a good friend that might help in that situation. Brow creased, she lifted her chin. “Is that not a hallmark of the Tory party, Mr. Reid?” She teased with a smile. “Can anything be done to persuade the government to give in? There is only so much the opposition can do, no?”

#𝓌 ; 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹.

princessofpoldark

#𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅 ; 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒.

charlesreidmp·:

“Is that not always the way? They like to think the title does all the talking.” Charles observed, sitting down in the empty chair. It was so often the case, in his experience. So many people in his acquaintance that had titles were the dullest, particularly those with a lesser title such as a knighthood or a baronetcy. Not that Charles had ever been one to put much into a title, but those recently elevated always possessed an air of pompous banality. “Not for the prices they gamble here, Miss Beauchamp.” The amount of money exchanged in games of cards at Almack’s was frightful to Charles. And could have been put to far better use than mere entertainment. “I would say that I am here for the conversation, but it can be rather hit and miss, don’t you agree?”

“Regrettably it seems those who think otherwise are in the vast minority.” She supposed when a title had been in a family for hundreds of years it would be easy to become complacent -- and highly presumptive. Still, Harriet would not excuse it, she did not place as much weight upon a title as society as a whole did despite coming from a family of gentry with their sights set ever higher. She laughed. “That I cannot hold against you. Perhaps you should indulge some of your sense upon your fellows, they all seem to be lacking in it. However large a fortune may be, they all run out eventually.” Harriet looked pointedly in the direction of the gaming tables through the large doors on the opposite side of the room, barely managing to avoid rolling her eyes before returning her attention to the man opposite. “I could not agree more, though my luck seems to have changed.” She beamed. “Is the mood in Parliament much changed recently?”

#𝓌 ; 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹.

tiffanyachings

Perhaps I’ve grown less bold since my marriage. I seriously doubt that.

#𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅 ; 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒.

charlesreidmp·:

Almack’s was still a place where Charles did not feel comfortable. He hadn’t been raised in this society, instead he had been thrust into it as he rocketed through the ranks of the Whig Party. But yet there he was, moving through the smoky rooms of the clubhouse. His appearance was more out of necessity than desire - the club acted as somewhat of a casual headquarters for the party. Spying an open chair at a table by the window, Charles approached. “D’ye mind if I sit here?”

There was only so much fun to be had watching men huddled over green cloth, playing whichever game they thought would be most lucrative, or making polite small talk with acquaintances of her brother-in-law. Harriet prided herself on being quite adept at the latter, though not immune to eventually growing tired of having to do all the work in a conversation with a less than satisfactory partner. So she had taken to a far corner of the room, passing the time watching people scutter about below. “You simply must,” she encouraged brightly and with a smile, turning in her chair to face the new company. “If only to save me from the otherwise pitiful company present, it seems some are of the opinion that when ones has a title one does not need a personality to match.” Harriet huffed a quiet breath. “You are not interested in gaming, Mr. Reid?”

#𝓌 ; 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹.

lebontonhq-blog

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lebontonhq‌:

OOC INFO

Name: Jade Age: 20 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT+1

IC INFO

Name: Harriet Beauchamp Age: 30 Pronouns: She/her Faceclaim: Gabriella Wilde Family: Melbourne Political Affiliation: Whig

At least 3 headcanons about your character:

♔ Harriet was raised to be the perfect gentlewoman and flourished under the tutelage of those hired to make her such. The middle child and second youngest daughter, she was closer to her younger brother and viewed her sister in the same way she did her mother — as an inspiration. She was a loving, sociable and bright child who would be the first to volunteer to perform for guests, whether she was to sing or play her instrument of choice, the violin.

♔ Though the offers of marriage have been relatively plenty, and some have come from the most befitting suitors, Harriet has turned every single one down without much thought, though all after spending time with each man. Deep down she knows that her desire to marry for love is somewhat naive and silly, but she is too stubborn to let it go as she reaches thirty. London society provides the perfect mixture of both distraction and opportunity in this matter for she is convinced if she is to find someone, it will be in London and if she does not… then at least there will be parties and political intrigue to distract herself with.

♔ If she cannot be found partaking in London’s vibrant social life, Harriet is most likely to be visiting her sister and her husband, the Viscount and Viscountess Melbourne. Despite having her own place in London, she can rarely be found there during the day except on the occasion that she has thrown a party herself, which is not infrequently.

♔ Harriet has a quick wit that leans towards the drier side of humour, there is an impatience that many would consider unbecoming of a well-bred woman but she is excellent at schooling herself and her expression so that her feelings are often undetectable. Still, overall she is very much a warm and sociable person, disliking having to be in her own company for too long.

#𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅 ; 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉.