I'm sorry to disappoint but I still haven't seen the Scottish Earl.
The right time hasn't really occured and he has made it quite clear that he is only after one thing. And I know that I don't think of him in a romantic way, but it would be nice to be chased by someone who wanted me for more than just a rumble in the bedchamber.
So I have been distracting myself with friends and family. I had the most delightful night with my Lords and Ladies (a few of which were noticeably missed) drinking the night away and catching up after the last few months. Nothing too scandalous was discussed, though there was much evading of certain subjects... Mainly the Duke. I'm intrigued as to what it is I'm not supposed to know.
My birthday came up quite a lot and I think we are to travel to the Spa and have a decadent day with much champagne and strawberries. Though raspberries are a personal favourite!
Had a strange scribbled note from the Court Jester asking if I'd ever kissed a certain Apothecary but I'm afraid he is much mistaken! I wonder if he made up the rumour just to get in contact with me? I do miss him, there is no one like the Court Jester here in the Shire; everyone is far too refined and distinguished to mess around like the two of us do together. The same could be said for the Gameskeeper, Brewer, and of course Belle, (I'm doing my best not to mention the musician), for there is none of the same camaraderie as there is up in the North and I miss them all greatly.
I do love being back in the Shire and it will always be my home, but I almost feel that I am out growing it. I'm not sure how to explain it really, but there are certain things that just remind me of my childhood and I'd prefer them to stay that way rather than become an integral part of my life...
As well a being Good Friday, today is also the anniversary of my Grandmother's death and I truly miss her. She was such an elegant lady, so kind and generous and the patient Mother to six children.
It makes me laugh to think that I can barely look after myself and she was so perfect.
Though I suppose it would be more correct to say that she was Mother to seven... Or at least gave birth to seven children. Soon after her death, a decade ago, we found out that she'd had a child out of wedlock. It was quite the scandal, especially as the daughter arrived at the funeral. No one faults my Grandmother, no one could, she had a heart of gold, but I think it strained the relationship between her husband, Grandpa and his children. Though Father refuses to admit it.
I've never really delved into my history before but it seems that my Grandparents, on both sides, were not so innocent as I once thought. I don't mean anything as treachorous as murder or incest, but lying and coercion? I don't think that can be denied...
D. S.
Duchess of the Shire
This blog is a fictional account of a semi-Georgian Duchess. It was inspired by the love of all things 18th century and is purely the work of my imagination. All stories, themes, names and addresses http://duchessoftheshire.blogspot.com/ are fictional but also under the UK copyright laws. © .
I hope you enjoy everything that you read and it gives you some insight to a troubled, scandalous and rebellious Duchess.
D. S.
I hope you enjoy everything that you read and it gives you some insight to a troubled, scandalous and rebellious Duchess.
D. S.
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Africa
altercation
anniversary
Antipodes
apology
architecture
Armiger
Ball
Belle
birthday
blonde Esquire
Bohemia
Brewer
Brighthelmstone
building
captain
Christmas
church
convent
Court Jester
coxswain
Dearne Valley
decisions
disguise
Duchess of Tuthershire
Duke
Duke of Albany
Duke's Sister
Earl of Steel City
family
Fanny Hill
Far East
flowers
Foreign Minister
Gameskeeper
gentleman
goodbye
Grande Tour
Harlequin
Head Architect
him
Ireland
letter
love
Luthien
marriage
Masquerade Ball
musician
New World
New Year
New Years
Officer
painting
poem
poetry
priest
Prussian knight
reputation
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Rome
rowing
Rowing Ball
sapphic
Scottish Earl
Shire
simple gentleman
Spring
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The Brunette
the Continent
the Nun
the shire
the White Knight
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Valentine's Day
winter
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Friday, April 22, 2011
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