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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 5 2011, 05:39 PM (766 Views) | |
| Henry Stafford | Aug 5 2011, 05:39 PM Post #1 |
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*1505* Henry didn’t know what he was going to do without his good friend. Who would lead him out of trouble while William was away? He would be back of course, but still it might be months, or years before they saw one another again. Which is why, Henry was planning to force them to have one of the best nights before William left. And to do that, they would drink themselves under the table and spend the night with a girl or two. There were times when they would actually share the girl, but seeing as William has always fancied blonds over any other, it was quite rare, for Henry preferred brunettes. So they were quite a team, no need to fight over girls when they had different preferences. And they were on the prowl tonight, like any other night. His father, the Duke of Buckingham was holding a ball and this provided the young men with the best of hunting grounds. Usually, there was some guilt if they were to take a virgin, so normally they stayed clear from them. It was the women who were just as eager to go behind closed doors who they liked; the women who liked to be chased, the women who played the mice in the cat and mouse game. And the cats were standing to the side after finally getting away from the dance floor, being heirs after all meant they had to pretend they were behaving. Otherwise Buckingham would be on their backs all night and how could they have a good time if Henry’s father was watching them? The times they weren’t dancing or playing nice, they stuck back behind a small crowd sending cup after cup of ale down their throats; which is where they were now, Henry grinning madly at his friend as he clapped him on the back, almost causing some of William’s ale to spill. He drank from his own cup, before, resting his free hand on William’s good shoulder and leaned in, pointing to a pretty little blond to their left with a finger from his drinking hand. “You should dance with her next, she’s been eyeing you all night my friend and I dare say someone else has already lifted her skirts, so she would be very eager.” He stepped back and chuckled, watching the blond for a moment and then his eyes drifted to her friend, a brunette, his eyes never leaving her as he wondered whether anyone had lifted her skirts yet, or if he would be the first. |
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| William Spencer | Aug 6 2011, 07:17 PM Post #2 |
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William would shortly be leaving for the continent. As soon as Lent passed, he would be traveling to culminate his education. From what he gathered, his English grandfather was rather opposed to the idea, but his French grandfather was adamant that he do so. On the continent it was what every well-born youth was expected to do. William had already spent over a year in Italy serving his uncle de Guise when he was Viceroy. There were a few things he was expected to do before the holiday season was over, and one of those was one he had been eager to do. That was a rarity in his life. The Duke of Buckingham was having an event and many of William's close friends were going to be there, so he was not so annoyed at attending with his grandfather. The Duke's son, Henry, was one of his best friends. William had never been entirely comfortable in England, and he had always been rather thankful for his friends. It was only when he was away from his grandfather that he could be at ease. Tonight, the Viscount Dorchester was visibly on his best behaviour. He had danced with each girl his grandfather had wished him to dance with, and he had done so happily. It had been easy enough to gain enough space to find some autonomy. He soon found himself off to the side, behind a large crowd, downing copious amounts of ale. They may as well. Really it would just dull the ache later. At least in William's case, it mattered little what he did, his grandfather simply liked having him whipped or beating him. "The blond?" he asked, turning his eyes that direction. He ran a hand down the front of his burgundy and gold doublet. "Well we do like them when we know they've already lifted their skirts, don't we?" he said. In William's case, it was a requirement. He did not do the virgins or the unwilling. He was a bit too God-fearing for that sort of conduct. "And that brunette, is that your target, my Lord?" he said with a cheeky smirk, instead of calling him Henry like he usually did. "Where shall we meet, your chambers? A side room?" He asked. They would have some fun, give the girls some ale, and hopefully have their way with them. |
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| Henry Stafford | Aug 6 2011, 09:17 PM Post #3 |
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Henry laughed and nodded. “Yes indeed my friend! As loose as possible, the more fun the better!” Henry too did not put it onto himself to force himself on women, because where was the fun in that? Though unlike his friend, he wasn’t afraid to corrupt a few virgins, but then one mustn’t forget that there were other deeds that could be done to corrupt virgins without taking her maidenhead, and that was what Henry preferred. But it was true what William said, both of these heirs liked it best when a girl had already lifted her skirts for another, because it was the willing that was better. And it was just like William to notice or even guess that the brunette was in Henry’s sights. When finally Henry was able to tear his eyes away from her, he grinned at his friend and nodded. “Yes indeed my friend, indeed.” He patted William’s shoulder before downing the rest of his ale and set it on the table behind them. “The parlour, you know the one…and I shall get the ladies and you get the ale.” They had played this part many times before and took it in turns, but sometimes they swooped in on the women together, this time they hadn’t the time to stash ale in the room before they were made to attend the ball, so this was who it was going to be. William would know though to wait a moment or two, watching as Henry approached the ladies and chatted them up and at the right moment, William should still be standing there for Henry to point him out. This meant that the ladies didn’t have to share and got them interested them a whole deal more. When Henry had the ladies hooked, he nodded to his friend with a grin and disappeared, giving William the time to gather what they need and catch up to them. Introductions didn’t always matter, but the women always knew who Henry and William were, it was after all part of the plan. Because who could refuse such powerful heirs? If the heirs learnt any of the ladies’ names mostly it was just their first, otherwise it mattered not, for the ladies merely needed to know the boys’ names so they could scream them out at the very right moment, that’s if they were like that. When Henry reached the said parlour, it wasn’t just like any random sitting room, but a comfortable one with settees and cushions galore. He waited with the ladies just inside the room, because he knew William wouldn’t be too far behind, it was why he had taken his time to get there. As soon as his friend appeared, he let the blond (Alice) go to him as the brunette (Joan) stayed close by him. Again he grinned at his friend, closing the door behind him. “Clean get away?” |
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| William Spencer | Aug 7 2011, 05:19 PM Post #4 |
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William's smirk widened a bit as Henry said the parlour. That was a nice location. The ladies would be suitably impressed. It was far more difficult to get under skirts when one did not have an appropriate venue. With some wine and cushions and rugs and furniture, they would very easy have their needs met that night. They would have a good time of it, make the girls some girls and set them about their merry way. Everybody would be happy. "Will do my friend," he replied, "Do not be getting started without me. I'll not be mistaken for your serving boy." He chuckled and set off. He had stayed here enough times to know his way around. It did not take him long to find a servant with a large jug of ale. All he had to do was say he was sent to get it and it was easily turned over by the cowed boy who had likely been in awe of him. Must have been the gold in his doublet. When he arrived in the parlour, Henry released the blond, who stepped up toward him in a very seductive sort of manner. "Very clean getaway. I literally asked for it." He let out a huff of amusement, shaking his head with a smarmy grin. They would drink the ale regardless of where they were, so it was not like thievery. William was far too good for that sort of thing. His raging hormones, though, were a different story. A young gentleman was expected to know his way around the bedchamber. Shows of virility were encouraged. At least in France they were. Besides, he was smart enough to pull out before laying his seed. "And what is your name?" When the adorable creature answered Alice, William smiled. "Well Mistress Alice, I am William, the Viscount Dorchester, but I am sure Henry told you that. Would you like to sit by the fire and hear a poem in French? I was born in France, did you know?" It did not take long for poetry and conversation to turn into kisses. It did not take much effort to start undoing clothing in the passions of said kisses. The conquest was not difficult and had not taken much time. She had eagerly gotten rid of his doublet, the jeweled clasps going wherever. HIs shirt had been easy business after that. By the time they had both been divest of their clothes, she was consenting for whatever he wished to do, and he was wishing to do it all. |
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| Henry Stafford | Aug 9 2011, 11:26 PM Post #5 |
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Henry laughed at William’s response and patted him on the back one last time. “Never my friend, never.” Despite Henry being the heir of a Duchy he never looked down on anyone or treated them any different, unless of course they deserved it, but he would never insist his friends to act like his servants. And he would never start without his friend, he had entrusted himself the task in sweetening up the girls, simply because he feared he would lose both of them to William, especially with that stupid rumour spreading like wildfire. Oh he knew the rumour to be true, but the last either of them wanted was to be outdone by their friend, because it wouldn’t be much fun then now would it? Which is also why he took his time getting to the said parlour with the girls on either arm, warming them up with such chatter and flirtation that he even said to boast about his good friend to Alice, because they were a team. So by the time William did catch up to them, Henry didn’t even have to push Alice away, she left him eagerly. And now that he was free of the blond, he could have his full focus on the brunette, which is what he preferred. He grinned at his friend and nodded. “Splendid, then let us drink and be merry and make this a night you’ll never forget and then perhaps you shall return all that faster!” It took no time at all for the ale to be past around. It mattered not that the girls were more accustomed to wine, they had had enough of that already, which is why they had eagerly agreed to such a…celebration. It also took no time at all for the couples to separate, William heading off with Alice speaking of French poetry. Henry just rolled his eyes to that. It was another reason why William was better at wooing the girls, though anyone was better at Henry in wooing a woman romantically, but then this wasn’t meant to be romantic. Henry’s tactic was more to the point of what his hands could do and what such flirtatious promises he could give her. And he was telling such things to Joan as he led her to a comfortable settee that was overloaded with cushions it would be as comfortable as a bed. Just as easy it was for his friend and his blond to be rid of their clothes, Henry and his brunette had made fast work too with such an obstacle. Neither of the lads were shy about such things, they had done the act in close proximity to one another many times before. But if their ladies had ever been shy, the pleasures the lads soon gave to them had always seemed to make them forget their shyness. Alice and Joan though were of the other type, not shy at all, which is the type William and Henry seemed to prefer. It wouldn’t take them long at all to have them both in shrills of delight. Henry cared not how much of the sounds of passion seeped out into the hall, the noise from the Ball would muffle it surely? No, all Henry cared about was this girl beneath him and how every which way he could have her. (After your next post I think Bucks can arrive! ) |
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| William Spencer | Aug 10 2011, 04:08 PM Post #6 |
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There would be need of much repenting tonight. Under a cloud of ale and hormones, it was hard to feel the weight of the sin or anticipate what God's vengeance might be. Dorchester was bathed in the pleasant afterglow that followed his masculine release and he was having a go at another. By the time he was finished (the second time), the girl was obviously ready for a break. Some more ale and slacked thirst, and he was sure that he would have her yet another few times. Getting up, he leaned over and searched for his linen shorts or his shirt. Something he could pull on to cover a small bit. Finding them, he tried to pull them on a bit awkwardly. He was slightly drunk and did not dress himself by himself as a general rule, so it was a task for him in his state. "Should have had you refill the ale, I've already done enough filling and refilling," he said to her with a wink. And that was likely the last wink the newly sixteen year old Dorchester would give for some long time as he got his shorts up to his knees. William was likely the exact opposite from Henry. He did not try to get in trouble and wasn't quite so bold. Henry was quite convincing, and William was a young man with needs that were tempting on their own. In retrospect, they weren't quite so tempting when Henry's father, the duke, came into the room. No boy in his right mind would not be threatened by the big, red-haired man whose thigh was as big as William was around his whole body. Obviously, William had met him before and had always been on his best behaviour. Indeed, William was so frightened of his grandfather, he barely spoke at all around adults. He had some understanding that there was marriages and the like between Staffords and Percys and Spencers, s o he knew this was important, but his grandfather did not talk to him about such things very much. Perhaps when he came back from the continent and went to court with his grandfather, he would know more. For now all he knew is that he was standing there naked save for his hands holding half-pulled up linen shorts around his knee and thigh looking nothing like the heir to an earldom should look. |
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| Edward Stafford | Aug 18 2011, 09:07 AM Post #7 |
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For the first time in weeks, Edward Stafford was actually pleased. Orchestrating this entire event had not been put solely upon his wife's shoulders, but upon the Duke's as well. Food fit for a king, renowned musicians, and the richest fabrics to be found were tailored for Buckingham and his family. It was the Duke of Buckingham's intent to outshine functions such as these at the court or, if nothing else, make His Majesty jealous. After all, was not he a man of royal blood? Did he not have almost everything equal to a King? Did he not deserve the same accolades as Henry VII? He did, and he would certainly show everyone such things. As Buckingham stole away from the hall where dancers still whirled around, he carried a chalice of wine in his hand and had a bit of a jaunty bounce to his step. His chain of office glinted in the light cast by the tapers that lined the hallway. The golden damask doublet he wore matched that of his wife's gown. Eleanor had looked very beautiful tonight, almost like the first time Buckingham saw her. How happy he was that she was his wife! She was never difficult, she had given him a son and two daughters, and she was the very picture of what a Duchess should be. Buckingham was heading for the parlor, a favorite of the Duke and Duchess. He would light some tapers, perhaps order for wine to be brought, and he would lead his Duchess there. In fact, a smile that was so rare upon Buckingham's countenance curled his lips as his free hand landed on the doorknob, and his chalice rose to those curled lips as he opened the door. Much to his surprise and displeasure, the parlor was already lit and already occupied. Buckingham held the wine in his mouth for a moment before swallowing as he stepped into the room. It was, of course, only expected of guests of such merry functions to sneak away and fill their primal desires in the darkness. But this was the Duke of Buckingham's house, his parlor, and as his eyes fell upon those who had befouled the parlor with the stench of sweat and shame, the smile turned into a silent snarl, and the hand carrying the chalice shook. Buckingham's lips parted to roar at the guests, but then he realized -- Good God, it was his son and his friend! "Henry, Dorchester, what on God's green earth do you think you're doing in my house?!" The man quaked with rage as he looked on the trollops they had bedded, his wine bubbling forth from the chalice as it shook. The nerve of his own son to bring women to this parlor, with his friend! Boys would be boys, but by God, Buckingham would not stand for this! |
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| Henry Stafford | Aug 24 2011, 11:16 PM Post #8 |
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Henry was too preoccupied with his brunette friend and the moans brought forth from her sweet delectable lips that he took no notice on William’s progress with his blond. But Henry need not look for the moans and grunts from that direction of the room explained it all. He didn’t even count how many times he had had this delightful little vixen, for it was all too pleasurable to count. When though his dear father burst through the doors, he and Jane had switched positions and she was doing some mighty fine work of her own as he sat there with her on his lap, her smooth thighs wrapped around him. He peered around the girl at his father, motioning Jane to stop, simply because those breasts bouncing in his face were too damn distracting! He grinned up at his father and pushed the girl off him to tug on his shorts, standing now to find his breeches. “My Lord Father! How nice of you to drop in! You need not worry, these ladies have already been plucked long before we got there, but maybe you would just like to check?” What an inconsiderate, little bastard! No he wasn’t a bastard; he was the heir of Buckingham! Yet still, the gall he had to invite his father, the Duke to join in on their little party. No one, but Henry Stafford would do that for sure! Finally locating his breeches, he pulled them on too, signalling the end of such celebration. Jane took the hint and readjusted her gown, hiding her bosom and turned around, straightening her gown. If the Duke wasn’t blocking the only way in, she would have surely fled and let the boys take the brunt of Buckingham’s rage, but no such luck. Henry grinned, running a hand through his hair in attempt to make it a little neater than what it was. “I apologise ,your Grace, we meant no harm by it.” |
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| William Spencer | Aug 25 2011, 07:52 PM Post #9 |
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William was frozen in shock and fear as the man clearly turned angry. He wondered if His Grace's face would turn the colour of his hair when his booming voice shook everything. It seemed so to William at least. Even the man's hand, holding his wine, shook enough that it looked to spill. He yanked on his linen shorts the rest of the way and tied them before he offered the man a deep bow. "Your Grace..." His voice and greeting was about the embodiment of how small he felt at that moment. For William what mattered right now was only one very small piece of what would happen. If he made it past the duke unscathed, his grandfather would surely see him whipped later. He surely did not want to make his situation any worse. William moved forward a bit, and indicated the bubbling chalice as he held out his hand and nodded his head. "Shall I take that for you, your Grace, lest it spill on your fine clothing." Even in the worst of circumstances, manners and certain behaviour were just ingrained in him. He was mostly quiet around adults, and it usually surprised his friends considerably just how quiet, but Henry was likely used to that. Yes, just as much as William was used to Henry's antics. His blue eyes went a bit wide again. Sometimes he wondered if his friend was missing something in his head. William would not have been so jaunty with his father, grandfather, or any male relation. It was sinful and what was more, William was not keen on pain or humiliation. He habitually got enough of that from his grandfather, any tenacity he might have exhibited in the past, had been firmly ground out. It was not fear, per se, it was just playing it smart in William's mind. Henry was not doing that. He was playing it arrogant, and William wondered why his friend didn't seem at all afraid of his father. As Henry apologized in lackluster fashion, William pulled on his linen shirt to hide his face for the moment so that his friend wouldn't see it. He swallowed. Buckingham was large and angry, and he could easily be threatening to a full grown man let alone him. As the girl that he was with sat there on the ground, holding her gown to cover herself, William licked his lips. "I beg your Grace's forgiveness for the great slight. I beg you...please do whatever you wish but do not inform my grandfather." It was probably a fruitless request. It was probably a stupid request, because it was highly likely to cause the opposite result if anything. |
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| Edward Stafford | Aug 28 2011, 01:40 PM Post #10 |
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The Duke of Buckingham quaked with fury. He deserved more respect that this; he was the highest peer in the kingdom, his veins coursing with royal blood! And yet his son had the nerve to mount a young woman, and have his friend do the same, in his house while he was throwing a function! Good God, if Buckingham's heart didn't give out, it was only because of his unquenchable rage. At Henry's words, Buckingham's complexion deepened from Scarlet to that of an unpleasant shade of puce. Dorchester had the nerve to try and pander to him, and instead of handing the boy the chalice, the Duke instead threw his wine into the boy's face and then chucked the chalice at Henry's head. "Get these whores out of my sight!" The man raged, his arm extending as he stepped from in front of the door, pointing to it. He cared not who these ladies (if one could call them that!) were, or if his words could bring his trouble later. He was the Duke of Buckingham, and in his eyes any woman who gave herself up so easily was no better than a common slag from the streets. "But you two stay here!" If Henry or Dorchester tried to flee, Buckingham swore to God, he would break their legs. And then, the most ludicrous of words came from Henry's mouth, and Dorchester's! An apology? Asking for forgiveness and then asking a favor? Oh no. Oh no, no, no! They were not getting off easily! "You shall both be forgiven after you feel fifty strokes of a birch upon both your backs, and as for your grandfather, Dorchester --" Oh, Buckingham was so angry he could punch a wall! "-- Not only shall he know, but I shall write and ask him to give you double what I shall give you! Both of you are no better than the common sluts you've lain with for doing it under my roof!" It wasn't so much that the boys had bedded women -- boys would be boys -- but that fact that they lacked the respect to do it elsewhere, somewhere private, somewhere the Duke of Buckingham did not enjoy as much as this parlor! Now it was forever tainted with their sweat and shame and, as far as Buckingham was concerned, it was unforgivable. |
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| Henry Stafford | Sep 2 2011, 12:08 AM Post #11 |
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Henry may have had the balls to say something like he did to his father, but the worst thing William could do was approach Buckingham while he was in a rage. Was he mad? Henry would never do anything like that, and trying to remember manners at a time like this was just as bad as Henry inviting his father to the party in jest. At least now Henry’s smirk was wiped from his face, he knew when he was in trouble and there was no point fighting it, another mistake William made. He had tried to warn his friend with a slight shake of his head and a discreet hand signal, but whether William ignored it or just didn’t see it, he was now doomed for. Henry winced when William coped whatever was left in his father’s goblet and Henry strived to think of something that would save his friend, at least pull him out of harm’s way. Didn’t he know what those monstrous hands could do when they were balled into fists? They were like clubs! Massive weapons at his father’s disposal, merely hanging from his shoulders. But if Henry knew that, why was he stupid enough to misbehave? At his father’s orders, he forgot his fear and stepped forward, shoving William to the side and out of harms’ way, nodding to the girls for them to leave now that the Duke had stepped away from the door. They didn’t have to be told twice, both Jane and Alice fleeing before the Duke changed his mind, leaving their lovers to their fate. Henry may sometimes fear his father’s wrath, more fearful of what those clubbed hands could do, but yet he wouldn’t stand for an innocent woman being stuck, especially for something that he did. So he had planted himself between his father and the door, so the girls could slip past and make their escape without any harm coming to them. Henry now at least knew there was no point fighting the evitable or attempt to flee after the girls, he just nodded. “As you wish, your Grace, but if you must punish anyone, punish me, my Lord Dorchester was only following my stupidity. I would gladly take what is owed to him.” He returned to the settee and sat, looking defeated. There was no point messing with a raging bull, all one could do was agree with him and get the Hell out of his way. Henry wasn’t feeling sorry for himself though, he knew he deserved such punishment, but he couldn’t let poor William receive twice as much just because he followed his stupid friend into trouble, yet again. The least he could do was match what was to be owed to him; if he took the full hundred from his father and William hundred from his grandfather, then they would be even would they not? Well one thing was for sure, Henry owed William big time. |
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| William Spencer | Sep 2 2011, 10:06 PM Post #12 |
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William was shocked and sputtered as the wine splashed right in his face, soaking his hair, stinging his eyes, getting sucked in through his nose, and dribbling off him into his white linen shorts. He looked down blinking and taking in a sharp breath. His skin bumped up a bit. He pulled his linen shirt on and pulled up a bit of it to wipe at his face. His eyes watered from the alcohol as Buckingham bellowed for the girls to leave. Henry pushed him to the side, and he wasn't sure whether to be thankful of it; he surely did not like being manhandled like a servant. Over the years, though, he had learned that the English were far more boorish than those of the continent. He did what he felt was right and expressed his contrition, a far bit better than he felt Henry had expressing his own. Dorchester had never been one to try and escape punishment for what he'd done. It was dishonest and sinful. More than that, he had always been the example as the eldest cousin. It was just how he was, quite simply so. He had not asked the duke to refrain from informing his grandfather for that reason. However, when the man ignore his entreaties and made his pronouncement that not only was he to get 50 stroke of the birch now, but he was going to get much worse than 100 when his grandfather next saw him if Buckingham wrote him a missive. He cringed, looking down and nodding. What else could he do? William briefly considered to beg, but he was quickly distracted by Henry's words. The words sickened him. "I will take my own punishment," he said. "You are not master of me, and I do not follow anyone who is not. I make my own decisions," he added, tossing Henry a penetrating look. His friend should have better sense to choose better words. It was an insult to him. William endured enough insults and belittling from his grandfather. He wouldn't allow his friends to do it as well and for good measure. "I have shamed and disgraced my family by disrespecting Your Grace, I will gladly take what is owed me to restore that to your satisfaction," he said, bowing his head, even as his mouth went dry. What he would be sent off with from England to the continent would not be as merry as he expected. This party was now no party, and ere he left for the continent, he would find himself unable to ride or sit for some time if he made it to leave for the continent at all. His grandfather had seen him bedridden from hitting his shoulder with his walking stick, and he'd seen him to unconsciousness by thwacking him on the head with it. |
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| Edward Stafford | Sep 8 2011, 02:23 PM Post #13 |
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If Edward Stafford had been a more gentle man, his bosom might have swelled with pride as his son stepped forward, asserting that he would take the punishment for his friend as well. Buckingham's eyes were nowhere else save for on his son, despite the tarts that fled from the room. Instead of pride, the Duke felt utter disgust. His son was so quick to quail, so quick to shrink and take whatever was being dealt to him -- even more, if it were possible. Buckingham did not raise his son this way -- he had no idea where it came from. Before he could rage that Henry would do no such thing, Dorchester, recovered from the wine, argued against it. He would take his own punishment. An ugly smirk tempered with anger shifted onto Buckingham's face. "Henry, since you are so eager to receive more than your share, it shall be double in hopes that such a lesson sticks." Blue eyes glinted dangerously, and Buckingham's upper lip stiffened as though he smelled something foul. "And as for you..." His voice was now a low growl as Buckingham turned to Dorchester, "God blessed you with some sense, if nothing else." That was all that Buckingham would say to the youth. He turned back to Henry. "Clean this mess up. My steward will be here shortly with your punishment -- if either of you flee, I will have you hunted out like the dogs you're acting like!" And with that, the Duke left the parlor, still quaking with rage, but eager to head off his wife before she made the same discovery as he. (Bucks is outtie... UNLESS YOU WANT MOAR) |
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| Henry Stafford | Sep 11 2011, 08:59 PM Post #14 |
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Henry frowned at his friend’s retort, he had been only trying to help and set things right. He had indeed made a mess of everything tonight, being sloppy enough to pick a public room and not even bothering to lock the doors behind them. Well the heirs deserved their punishment, and Henry didn’t even flinch when his father offered to give him twice the amount of strokes rather than the mere 50. It mattered not now; at least he and William would have the same amount, it was fair was it not? Henry watched his father leave, before he sat in defeat, only to look up at his friend, guilt spread out over his face. “I’m sorry William, I didn’t mean anything by it…I’m sorry for all of this.” He spread his arms about, indicating the room and what mischief they had done. “But at least it was good while it lasted. You sure won’t be forgetting this night anytime soon.” He chuckled weakly before he then stood again to obey his father’s orders, putting the room in its rightful order. There was no point in dressing again for they would soon be receiving their punishment. When the room was put back in order, he sat again, gathering his clothes and putting them to the side and then grinned softly. “Well…we should at least finish off the ale.” He gave his friend a weak smile, before pouring what was left in the pitcher into their goblets, adding the remainder from the girls’ goblets and then passing one over to his friend. With his own, he settled back to drink it. “Well I won’t be doing this again any time soon.” He joked. “Maybe you going away will be a good thing, I can’t get you into trouble there now can I?” There was no point fleeing, but maybe if he made light of the situation the punishment wouldn’t sting so bad. “You have to write to me though and tease me about all the fine women you’ll find.” (No that's fine Megan, thank you! We loves you both!) |
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| William Spencer | Sep 12 2011, 11:01 PM Post #15 |
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Lord Winchester (courtesy)
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William cringed a bit as Buckingham volunteered to give his son more lashes simply because he seemed eager for them. It was not particularly unexpected to William, who was used to being harshly treated to begin with. He was usually very careful about himself, but when he was not in his grandfather's presence, sometimes his mind did not quick catch up to him to stop him from trouble when he knew better. When the duke looked back at him with those raging eyes, the young viscount looked down again. That look certainly was not a pleasant one. His eyebrow went up just slightly in disbelief, his lips parting just slight, as the man growled that he was blessed with some sense. He simply swallowed and bowed his head at the...rather baleful compliment? Dorchester managed a "Yes, my Lord" as the man ordered them to clean and to stay put for their punishment. Right now, William had no ambitions to compound his already threatening circumstances. He bowed as the man turned and left and then looked at his friend as he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He too sat down and ran his hands through his dark hair. He reeked of wine and was wet with it. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Henry," he replied, softly. "We both chose to do it. It is not as if I did not have many other things I could have been doing..." It was true. He could have stayed in the hall. He could have stolen kisses in some corner or behind some tapestry. "I only wish you would be more careful with your words...my grandfather already thinks me slow and stupid and worthless." The last thing William would wish for his grandfather to hear would be that he was a cowering mess who would follow about any other idiot in their idiocy. God forbid Henry say anything that came out wrong around Lord Wilmington. Dorchester was quite certain he'd not be walking if that happened. Sighing he stood as his friend did and started to help right the room. He pulled off his now stained linen shirt and tossed it to the ground, kneeling down to sop up the wine that had splashed and spilled all over and started soaking into the rug. He grabbed his breeches, hose, and doublet and put them on the chair, putting himself back onto the edge of it and sitting in his linen shorts. "Might dull the pain," he agreed, taking the goblet and tilting it back. He had not realized how dry his mouth had gone. "Well, my going away is a good thing, but the goodness of it has little to do with being away from my friends," he said, with a chuckle. He opened his mouth to reply about the women, but the door flung open and it was time for them to pay the consequences of the conquests. William volunteered for his fifty first, hoping the man would tire before he got all the way through Henry's doubling; he had a feeling that Henry would have more to answer to when there were not guests to attend to. As it were, at least William would not see the second half of his punishment for some days. There was nothing to do now but lean over the back of the chair, grit his teeth, and mentally recite as many prayers as he got through until it was over; that always took his mind off it as much as possible. He had become very proficient after his years in England. (Wills ish done methinks and YAY thanks Megan and Bucks) |
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