Look a little closer, inside I’m dyin’. It’s not easy to be in love, you see, when you’re a clown like me.
Tyves 10th, 1513 – Fitz-Chivalry estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
“Leo wrote me again.” Caroline fluttered her lashes at Marianne who tried not to cringe. Sunday tea was the worst, being that Sunday was the seventh day, it was Fitz-Chivalry family law that they would all gather for tea. There was no excuse good enough to get out of it, no company to be invited unless said company was staying at the estate with them, which happened about once every blue moon. They were expected to have a couple of cousins come in for Elizabet’s birthday, but that was still a month away.
So today it was just family and it had been and was going to continue to be one of those teas.