Lady Florence Huntingdon, daughter of the well-known and more importantly, well-respected Earl and Countess Huntingdon is stepping into the 1813 marriage market, in the hopes of finding her match.
Frederick, Duke of Windsor, has just arrived in Lon...
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"Where has Anthony gone?" I huff, poking my head into the makeshift office that Anthony and Violet had very kindly offered to Frederick. "He promised me that he would help and show me the grounds..."
Frederick glanced up towards me with a furrowed brow. "he should be in the house... have you checked his office? He does like to hide away from his siblings there."
"Yes."
"What about the kitchens? We would always sneak down there to grab a snack when I would visit?" He offered.
"I'll check there next, I suppose," I say, sighing.
"If he's not there then you may want to check the clearing in the woods... Edmund's grave is near there... Anthony sometimes goes there to clear his mind," Frederick added in quietly, glancing up at me with a remorseful look. "If he's there then just be- well, just be gentle."
I nod and offer him a small smile before turning and starting off down the hallway.
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"Frederick told you you might be here," I call out, offering him a small smile when he turns around to look at me with a raised brow.
"And why are you here?" Anthony asks. There wasn't any malice or anger behind his words, but rather a sorrow whose origins I couldn't quite place.
"I thought you could use a friend," I explain, sitting down beside him on the wooden bench. "I can listen... or talk... whatever you'd prefer."
"He would be proud, you know," I sigh, glancing over at the headstone.
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