Late Morning, St. James Park
January 1801
For @themarquessofislay
Margaret always preferred St. James for promenade. It lacked the heavy expectation of Hyde Park, and for that it was exceptionally quieter. Normally she would linger on the gravel path for a while, but today all Margaret wanted to do was perch underneath the large, sprawling willow tree and get some fresh air.
She stepped onto the grass with Beth only a few paces behind when she noticed an abandoned wooden toy that rather looked like a fox in the green. Margaret frowned and picked it up looking around for the potential owner. When she didn’t see one right away, she continued to the tree and took a seat, observing the toy closer with her ladies maid, and managed to find some scratched initials.
M.R.
She hummed to herself, looking up then to see a familiar face and patch of red hair. “Lord Ridel.” Margaret beamed. “I was wondering when I’d see you next. How has Scotland been?” She leaned, noticing the child in tow, “Ah, who’s this?”