Elizabeth had been staring at Bridget since they left, nearly unblinking in her focus. After Bridget's little escape, she had questioned her severely - wanting every detail and every word, to which Bridget had lightly replied with answers that would please the elderly woman even though they were both aware of the lies; and unlike most women of Harleston, Elizabeth wouldn't convince herself that the pretty words Bridget spoke were true. She was a very devout woman, and had many qualms about their visit to Edythen Manor today - fearing she was sacrificing Bridget's immortal soul. The soul in question, of course, was delighted by the trip, and ignored her grandmother easily enough - dreamy eyes focused on the world outside the carriage.

It was a beauiful day, the weather clear despite the dry air, and Bridget was content to fall into her dreamland while her grandmother worried for her. After all, this trip would hopefully secure her first steps in gaining freedom. She would still be under someone's control, but at least she would not have to worry about a husband for a little while yet. By now swirling rumors of her rudeness had reached Elizabeth, which had earned Bridget a hard look. Though it was decidedly a happier one than if there had been any romantic notions to the rumors. Given that such behavior towards the duke's brother was so scandalous, it was likely that Bridget would be mostly ignored by the men of the court, and it suited her just fine. The longer she could avoid a husband, the happier the Marcheford transplant would be. Who knew? If she grew old enough, she might never have to marry at all; who wanted an 18 year old wife when there were plenty of young, freshly of age ladies with manners begging to be married?

Upon arrival, after going through all of the pomp and fuss that came along with entering a Manor, Bridget and Elizabeth were escorted to the main hall where they were to await Lord Richard. Today, Elizabeth was in her most stylish dress - by Harleston standards - and Bridget felt that was a bad sign. Rarely did Elizabeth pull out her smokey black dress with the snowy-white seed pearls sewn on the bodice, unless she meant business. Her hood was perfectly clean, and beneath it she'd even gone through the trouble of washing her hair till it shown. Bridget admired that silver hair, still so thick despite Elizabeth's age, and again, lamented the typical fashion in Harlestonto have ones hair completely hidden. Bridget herself had chosen to wear her cream and green gown, not wanting to match her grandmother no matter what people thought of her not wearing a shade of black. The color brought out her eyes, and made her seem more fetching than usual; it was an idea that didn't sit well with Elizabeth, and she'd nearly thrown a fit when Bridget had worn only a silver diadem - forcing the girl into her stuffy Pemberton Hood, though she relented and did not make Bridget wear a veil as well.

And now they stood, waiting, each for a different fear.

This day was no different than any other, and Richard arose from a lengthy slumber to the sound of birds chirping on his windowsill. He had left the window open for the night and it had brought a bitter cold to his room, something he often liked waking to for once leaving the warmth of his sheets the shock of cold woke him up quite quickly. Time and time he had been warned not to do such a thing, for the threat of cold, but he continued to go against the best advice of his doctors. Rolling out of bed he had the shock as he had come to love, the cold forcing his skin to go into goosebumps and causing him to hurry to dress. This day he wore a very dark tunic with dark pants as well, the gold trim and lacing of the finest quality as was fitting the brother of the Duke. It was one of his least worn tunics, but he had chosen to wear it today for any special occassions that may come his way. Going about his daily business he finally received word that the Petham's would be visiting this day and thus he cancelled a few other events to welcome them and show them around.

Lady Elizabeth had seen the Manor before, numerous times throughout the years he knew, but this would be Bridget's first visit and he wanted her to feel welcome to the Estate and hopefully interested in staying as a member of his Court. Receiving word that the duo had in fact finally arrived Richard made his way to the Main Hall, straightening out his tunic to ensure he looked as proper as possible, which was not too hard of a task for one as handsome as he. As he entered the Main Hall he was announced to all, for not only were the Petham's present, but there were other guests as well, minor nobles, guests wanting an audience with the Duke or he, and a whole host of other visitors. Giving a nod to a few of those guests in waiting, a handshake here and there, Richard eventually moved past them all to greet the two Petham women, both dressed to impress, especially Lady Elizabeth. However, she did not catch his eye as much as her granddaughter, though he wondered how different that opinion would be had Elizabeth been her granddaughters age. The much older woman still held a few examples of her once incredible beauty, the silver hair a very fitting match to her garb and very beautiful in its own right.

But, it was Lady Bridget who took most of Richard's attention. He still thought of her as a member of Harleston nobility, and Marcheford as well, and that witty voice who cared not what others thought of what she had to say. And yet, despite her obvious beauty, and the kohl around her eyes, which brought such exotic appeal to her even though the beauty fad was quite huge these days, Richard still did not look on her as he did most women. He did not think of sweeping her away to his chambers, nor disappearing with her in the expansive estate, which he had to admit to himself he found quite odd. The fact that she was a guest of his estate, of Harleston, and did not wear a shade of black was not insulting to him whatsoever, in fact he did not care one bit what she chose to or chose not to wear. Smiling as he approached them both he gave a bow of his head as he greeted them both, standing before them, so clearly much taller than either of them.

"Lady Elizabeth and Lady Bridget Petham, it is a pleasure indeed that you have decided to visit the Manor on this day. The Castyll's welcome you both, I welcome you both with open arms as fellow nobles of Harleston, and as friends," he said, looking at both Bridget and then Elizabeth, a bit of humor hidden in his words as he knew Lady Elizabeth did not like him, primarily from the rumors she heard about him, which were nearly all true. "Please, let me show you around," he said, all his words directed mostly at Bridget for this was not Elizabeth's first time here. Guiding them down hallways away from the Main Hall he spoke at full length for much of the time, pointing out portraits, sculptures, and the other like that any host would direct their attention towards if not already inquisitive about it. Their first stop though would be in the Banquet Hall, a large room with three tables, to stretching the length of the room and one perpindicular to them both, where the Duke and his family sat.

"This is the large, formal Banquet Hall, the last occassion for its use was for the wedding festivities of the Duke and his wife, Duchess Rose Castyll." Turning around to look at them and speak with them he always had a smile, or delighted look upon his face, a look that would likely worry Elizabeth that he was enjoying being a tour guide for them both a bit too much. "Would either of you ladies like anything to drink? We have just received new barrels of wine from the Soleil vineyards that I would highly recommend," he said, calling a servant girl over, her beauty far too beautiful for a job such as hers. Looking at the duo he smiled, his attention resting on Bridget again, he would have to impress her on the services and treats of the Manor during this tour for he had a big question to ask of her at the end of it all.

Elizabeth smiled and approached a few of her friends, a frown briefly creasing her face when Bridget did not follow. But they were in the public eye now, and Bridget understood this well enough to know that Elizabeth couldn't just march back and drag her over. Instead, the matronly woman sighed, then was all smiles and back to the small cluster of older women with nothing better to do than sit in the manor and gossip. Bridget didn't realize that by stubbornly remaining by herself, she opened up herself to conversation. She'd hoped her lack of a black dress would help her be overlooked, but it was a useless wish given that Bridget was currently the only female noble in the room under twenty five, and one of three who seemed to be unmarried. Twice she'd been approached by younger, minor Lords, both stammering through polite conversation that had Bridget gritting her teeth. The elfin girl refused to go over to Elizabeth, who'd smile in victory, but hated that she was only being noticed for her fair face. A last a higher Lord swaggered over to her, over confident. He assumed she just wanted to talk to a higher ranking man, and in a way he was right. Bridget wanted to talk to Richard, but not for the reasons anyone would come up with.

Right away, the man was far too close. Breathing over her like some towering idiot. Oh, how she hated when men decided to 'show her who was boss' by standing over her like that. It was outirhgt insulting, and did nothing except make her want to take advantage by hitting him square in the gut. She mangled the conversation for a few minutes, hoping to derail his intention of showing her around, but it wasn't working. When Richard entered, the man came closer, causing Bridget to step back. He stepped forward again with the same results, slowly but surely trying to steer her into a corner. Elizabeth stepped in at that moment, rightly assuming Richard would approach and not liking Bridget's fearful expression. The Lord relented after a hard stare from the silver-haired woman, and Bridget was rather grateful. Her father would have left her in that situation, hoping something would come of it.

And then, the man of the moment was there. Bridget wore a curious, soemwhat suspicious look when she noticed how very fine he was clothed, but supposed he'd been dressing for some important meeting. Bridget, honestly. You're starting to get a big head and a horrid case of paranoia! Not everybody is out to get you and marry you off to themselves or the nearest male with an acceptable title. If that was true, Elizabeth would have left you and she didn't. Both woman curtsied, Elizabeth's smile almost a grimace while Bridget's was genuine; so far, Richard had shown absolutely no interest in romancing her, and this thrilled her to death. If all went well, she'd be an old maid yet. Silent, she waited for her grandmother's rich voice to begin - Bridget knew better than to speak first, given that the older woman would just run over her words anyway. "We were delighted by your offer, Your Grace." It was very clipped, even for Elizabeth, but perfectly acceptable given what everyone likely assumed because it showed that she would not be offering her granddaughter on a platter as a bedmate.

Bridget was less formal, of course, and considerably much nicer. "It's so wonderful to be here!" She was smiling her heart-melting smile, one reserved for happy moments, and it of course seemed to confirm something in the crowd - thinking she smiled because Richard had become the light of her life or some other foolishness. In truth, it was the idea of freedom, the very thought that she could escape the stuffy world of requirements and duty, that brought her smile out. Elizabeth looked aghast, but remained silent as Bridget continued. "And I'd be delighted to do a little exploring." Following Richard, Bridget marveled at the paintings, sculptures, and various stories he told. She was, as her father once said, an easily distracted, magpie of a girl - and everything she saw had some trait she was fittingly pleased with. Of course, her distracted state led to her not saying much, though her happy green eyes probably said all that was needed. Elizabeth was left to 'Ooo' and 'Ahh' at the appropriate moments, praising the items that absolutely required it. But overall the older woman seemed sullen.

And her mood darkened with each smile Richard sent their way, any look that slid towards her lovely granddaughter who seemed oblivious, absorbed in everything her eye fell upon. In the Banquet Hall, Bridget's eyes feasted on everything. She seemed to have a love of beautiful things, no matter what their cost - she could spend next to nothing on a bolt of cloth she admired, or more money than suitable on a bit of string. Being thrifty had never been a defining trait of Bridget. Elizabeth shook her head at the offer of wine, citing stomach problems, but Bridget spoke up before the silver-haired Lady could stop her. "I'd love a glass of wine, if you'd be so kind, Your Grace." The servant girls appearance caused a mixed reaction between the two women. Elizabeth was shocked and appalled, knowing both his reputation and other men who tended to keep a few beautiful girls on their serving staff for entirely different means of serving. She couldn't believe that Richard would flaunt this to her though, especially with Bridget RIGHT there.

Bridget, of course, didn't think anything of it - or at least, did not much mind. It was good that he was surrounded by such beautiful women, excellent in fact. It meant that she would not recieve as much attention, that the other Lords would be constantly pulled away from her. It meant she could hide beside those fairer than she, spoiling her beauty when she was noticed by speaking. It was an ideal situation, and she intended to seize it.

Lady Elizabeth Pentham was not a woman to upset for her son, the Earl of Winsfell, was not only a very powerful man, but he had the confidence of Marquess Seighart Eddington. That man was Henry Castyll's cousin, Richard's late father, and had more influence and power than Richard, barely less influential over the entire duchy than Duke Westley as well. Richard knew him very well and the man held honor and image higher than most others, including the image of the Duchy. The man was incredibly pious and Richard knew far too well that he was not in the man's favor for the life he had led, the rumors that had spread about his lifestyle, especially the rumors that he had fathered a child of a Baron's wife. And thus, Richard had wisely decided not to insult Elizabeth in any way, to try and show her that he had grown up and had no interest whatsoever in corrupting her granddaughter. That was essentially true, at least not by taking her to bed; however, it seems that she was ripe for corruption in all other ways, especially in defiance towards the pristine order of her parental authorities.

And thus, as he greeted them both he remained a friendly host, a man who was going to hold to as many formalities as possible, just for show for Elizabeth. Already Bridget had brought attention to herself, and thus knew by his show of the manor to them, rumors were likely to spread, primarily from the lord who had been rejected as Richard interupted whatever his intentions might have been. As he led them both away and showed them, or moreso Bridget, the Manor he made sure not to even draw closer than was necessary as to be sure not to give Elizabeth the wrong intentions. Bridget did not seem even slightly worried, concerned, or delighted by his interest or lack thereof given to her. In fact, she seemed not to be interested, wooed, or slightly delighted by his power and high level of physical appeal as most women swooned by his attention. She had certainly showed great affection for being invited to the Manor though, her smile very warming, and very inviting, and he was sure she was glad to be given such a tour.

As Bridget accepted his offer of wine and Elizabeth did not he smiled, nodding in respect to Elizabeth, and ordered two glasses for both Bridget and he. The girl moved off swiftly as she was ordered, but his gaze did not fall from Elizabeth who looked disgusted as she kept her eyes focused on the woman for far too long. He knew why, and there was good reason, but no, he had not slept with her, at least not yet. The servant women of the Manor were very new, and he had not yet tried them out, as they were there for, to serve, him and the Manor itself. That was how he saw them, but not how he often treated them. He was far more kind and rewarding to performance of their duties than most nobles of Harleston, and all of Adesia. That bit of information mattered not to Bridget, and he knew it, and would never get into such discussions, and if necessary, deny it to no end. Quickly, with two glasses of wine brought for both Bridget and he, Richard handed Bridget a glass and took a sip of his own. It was then he offered Lady Elizabeth a proposal, Bridget one as well, for it would effect her.

"Lady Elizabeth, as your granddaughter is new to the duchy, cousin to Earl Henry, a highly esteemed and respected man, one who I am quite impressed with his governance over his lands and his prowess for political and diplomatic assistance, as well as his loyalty to my family, I wish to offer her a position in the Harleston Court, as a Lady of the Court. She will continue all her education, and receive extra attention by our highly experienced and skilled scholars and priests, while also learning about the processes of the Court and eventually becoming a influential member of it if she so succeeds in her education. Will you please pass this request to your son, Earl Henry?"

He was very serious, he did not smile for he did not want to think his intentions were ill, or he was in any bit mocking, for he was not. Raising the glass of wine to his lips he took a sip of it briefly before looking at Bridget, and then back at Lady Elizabeth. He did not ask if this was favored by Bridget because it was not her decision to make. She was of age, but still a woman controlled by her grandmother and cousin. He cared not how she took it, nor what she thought of it, but he was not the controlling man like she so detested, however there was no way she would know that for certain, however from his friendliness and personality up to this point she may have many questions about his intentions.

When Emma had married Viscount Christopher Pentham, her family had been very displeased. Earl Henry, Emma's only sibling and older brother by six years, had been furious. He'd hoped he could manage to marry his frail, sickly sister to a man equal to himself or even higher, and felt she'd failed in her duties by marrying a Viscount. Elizabeth had not scolding her rose of a child, however, and had been secretly happy by how well Christopher treated her daughter - once married, Emma's health had slowly increased. And given that she'd borne four strapping, somewhat plain boys and one gem of a daughter, Elizabeth found nothing left to forgive; as a woman she'd done all that could be expected. Henry, of course, was not so forgiving. Even after his sister's death, he made no move to assist her sprawling family - he did not need five children on his hands, along with a tag-around Viscount. Best to leave them in Marcheford, where their kind belonged.

As one might imagine, the man had not been happy about Elizabeth taking in Bridget. He'd heard about her disgrace, chuckling over it even, but hadn't any inclination to help the child. If she hadn't been such an outspoken, defiant girl he may have reconsidered only so he could use her to better himself. But of course, she wasn't and Henry wouldn't risk it and was appalled that his mother would. So Henry asked her to leave Winsfell, and to only return when she'd lost the baggage that Bridget surely would become. He approved a small, monthly stipend for the elderly woman, and washed his hands of the whole mess. All of this was unknown to Bridget, however, who sipped complacently at her wine. Christopher had never told her about Emma's past, fearing she'd get some silly notion about marring for love in her head - never mind that he'd done it himself. And when Bridget had arrived, clearly in the dark about the whole matter, Elizabeth felt no need to disappoint the girl. She simply played the part of a lower Lady, knowing very well that Bridget did not have the worldly experience to tell the difference.

Richard, of course, knew and could tell the difference. Elizabeth was not blind, and could tell he was doing his best to flatter her into allowing him to have her Bridget. And it was not working. Despite all of them men who wove Elizabeth into their plots, she was not a woman to be prodded into place - a trait her granddaughter shared - and had never been one to go quietly. Her first engagement, to a man she never knew, was something she'd openly protested until she was granted her wish and allowed to pick her husband. The family was sure she'd pick some poor, lowly Lord but instead she'd chosen her Earl, and had promoted the family considerably. Each time she looked at Bridget, she could see her younger self struggling for freedom in a world that denied a woman such things. Elizabeth feared that Bridget would make the wrong choice though, seeing freedom as a man's mistress instead of his wife.

The woman was wrong, but couldn't know it. Bridget was innocent when it came to carnal knowledge, due to her secluded upbringing. Her parents had never disclosed such unpure things, there'd been no other girls her age to share them, and Elizabeth herself was certainly not going to bring it up in polite conversation; it just wasn't done. Therefore, Bridget remained blissfully unaware. She assumed children were created somehow, but had never asked - as a little girl, she'd never considered having a baby of her own, being too much of a tomboy. Even now she didn't think much about children of her own, knowing she'd have to have a husband and who knows? Perhaps Bridget assumed you applied for one and it arrived in the mail. All she knew is that a husband was required... and it put a damper on the whole idea. It would mean being ensnared in some hateful man's scheming, and when her chidlren came of age they'd only be subjected to the same thing - so what was the point? Bridget didn't condone the system, so why should she help fill the ranks?

As for her lack of concern and delight in regards to the attention they were recieving, Bridget was also jaded in that regard. She's been lovely for so long that special attention had always been given to her. The fact that the attention was friendly and nothing more, however, had her wanting to climb the walls in sheer happiness. At last, someone who didn't notice her or care how pretty she was, someone who might help free her from her cage and not want anything in return. "Bridget, please bring your head out of the clouds." This from Elizabeth, who could see those green eyes wandering to places ladies did not belong. The woman turned her attentions back to Richard, as did the aloof Bridget. She listened very calmly, her face hiding her reaction under a simple, courtier's smile. Inside, she was broiling. He would know if she did not relay his message, and he had to know how very much her son disliked Elizabeth and her being in Harleston. Most of all, he had to know that Elizabeth had no real say in this matter either, and that Henry would accept because it would mean Bridget would become his pawn. Once Richard ruined the girl, Henry could force the duke's brother to find her a highly-ranked husband. Bridget would be married, Henry would have his power, Richard would have his fun, and Elizabeth would have no choice but to return to Winsfell.

"I thank you, Your Grace, for your kind words about my dear son. I am very proud that he has earned your respect, given that serving your family has been an honor to our own family." Elizabeth knew her words should be flowery, dripping with all the praise she could fit within her words, but Elizabeth's mouth had gone dry. "I will most certainly discuss this matter with my son, and will see to it that it is promptly addressed." Elizabeth smiled, but Bridget's face had fallen into suspicion, both focused on Richard and her own grandmother. Earl Henry? As in, her uncle was an Earl and one of the highest ranking men in Harleston, only a few skips down from the Duke himself? She had certainly been dying to be accepted as a Lady in the Court... but now she had to question Richard's motives. Clearly, if her uncle were such a powerful man, marriage to Bridget would cement favor with the man and all who listened to him. Green eyes narrowed slightly over the rim of her glass as she took another sip - Richard may not have shown any signs of lust for her, he may not have even cared aout her fairness... but perhaps the allure that her family connections held was what interested him?

For once, Bridget stayed silent, eyes angrily questioning Richard and Elizabeth.

Richard took a very long sip of his wine as he awaited Lady Elizabeth's response, one he knew she was not too happy to express. She had to of course follow his demands though and bring the issue to her son, to Earl Henry, but that did not mean she had to like it. Richard knew very well that when she did bring the proposal to him that she would be the chief opposition to it, and Richard was not sure just how much sway the mother had over her powerful son. On most issues he knew Elizabeth played no part, but as to the upbringing of their own blood, a tool most often used to forge powerful alliances through marriage and child bearing, he was sure that Elizabeth had a big say in the matter. Richard would have to play up his part in this, and his general interest in creating the next powerful voice of the Court. He was a very educated and wise man, for how young he was, skilled in many different fields of governance. He loved his projects, and Bridget would be another. However, she would do so willingly or not at all, he was not one to use women as he wanted, unless they were to fill his bed.

"I thank you for bringing such a request to Earl Henry, a decision I am sure he has been pondering as well." He smiled and nodded, looking at Bridget who appeared to not be too excited at the moment. Richard already knew her well enough why she was being so apprehensive, but if she would allow him to conduct his business she would find, if she was granted the role as member of the Court, that life her would serve her much more better concerning her desires. Taking another sip of his wine he approached closer as he had been so far away from them both. "Lady Elizabeth, if I may have a moment of your time....alone?" Richard looked at Lady Elizabeth and then Bridget. "Lady Bridget there are fine paintings in the hallway I am sure you would enjoy, if you could excuse us for a brief moment? He was not sure if she would comply, but he knew that Lady Elizabeth, knowing how things were, would order that they be given a private discussion. If she should leave, and Elizabeth would allow it, he waited for the door to close before speaking with her.

"You may speak freely to me Lady Elizabeth, we are alone and you will find I am very open to hearing criticisms of myself, as I do believe you hold against me. I want you to know, and to take this with you to your son," he said, bowing his head a bit in respect to her role as the mother of such a fine leader. "I know why Bridget was brought to Harleston, it isn't exactly a well hidden problem, and she did indeed embarass herself, and myself when I came upon her in Everbury. I know you hold not so generous opinions of me, but I have achieved much in my life, I was a child who had lost a father when I needed him most, and I once acted just like Bridget. However, now I am a great assistant to the Duke, not just because I am his brother, but because I have planned most diplomatic positions, and have written countless pieces on diplomacy and warfare. I am not just the man you hear about in rumors. And, as to that man you hear about, I assure you that I have the utmost respect for your son, and yourself. My offer to you, your son, and Lady Bridget are for purposes of the Duchy. I see potential in her and I believe I can give her the direction she can use, as a future prominent member of the Court. Your son has his advisors and Barons in Court as well, they will keep a watchful eye over her and guide her as will I. My intentions are just, for the greater good of Harleston, my family and yours."

Richard was sincere, he hoped Lady Elizabeth would see it as that as well. But, he was sure she still held her apprehensions as he had expected, and will expect for the future as well.

She was almost glad that her grandmother opposed this now, because Bridget was not at all sure what this situation represented. Nothing was ever what it seemed, especially at Court, and she knew this well. Now that the knowledge of her relation to this Earl was in her mind, Bridget didn't like anything about Richard being amused by her. Not in the slightest. Leaving the stuffy oppresion of Elizabeth's home was supposed to mean freedom, not a gilded cage she'd been pressed into by some man, some Earl, she hadn't even met. Given that he was a man, Bridget didn't have to question that he would do what was in his best interest, not hers. The whole situation was a nightmare, and worse when she was so rudely dismissed; no doubt so he could tell Elizabeth the real reasons behind this move and making her a 'powerful member of the court' - and likely, he understood Bridget would scream at him openly, protesting the very idea. He didn't appear to be a stupid man, after all, and surely knew about that awful matter with the Count. But the unfriendly look Elizabeth gave her sent Bridget out of the room in a huff, childishly crossing her arms when the door shut and muttering to herself about the evils of men, burdens of families, and freedom she never seemed to obtain.

Elizabeth remained dignified, though she was having a very hard time not scolding the much younger man, as if he were Bridget or even her own son before Henry had gained so much power. She ignored his thanks, only nodding politely. She knew he would be asking for a moment alone, no doubt to discuss the darker details of this sordid affair, and Elizabeth very much wanted the moment; so much that she gave Bridget a nasty glare in order to get the child to vacate the area immediately. She turned back to Richard now, prepared for him to make his offer. Usually, in such situations, it was the father who was approached. But given Bridget's lack of one, Elizabeth was to fill that role, Elizabeth and Henry. "One may never speak freely at Court, Your Grace, not even when permitted to do so." She paused, turning and walking to one of the tables, listening to his words with deadly accuracy. It was good to know that Bridget had made a scene, because it would mean that even in Harleston she was somewhat tarnished, but it was a bad thing at the same time... a tarnished woman might turn mistress to salvage herself and win a favorable marriage. Elizabeth didn't believe Bridget would do such a thing, but the girl was naive and may be manipulating into thinking otherwise.

Yes, Elizabeth knew of Bridget's burning desire to be rid of any obligations to her family and to the world of men. She wanted freedom, to do as she wished and damn the consequences. It was a dream Elizabeth understood, to an extent, but knew the only roads there were far worse than the life Bridget so opposed. If the girl could just find a husband who was enamoured with her quick wit instead of her blossoming beauty, Bridget would likely be permitted to have everything her heart longed for, while at the same time possessing a husband that could protect her. When Richard had finished his speech, Elizabeth remained quiet, appearing to be observing the room and not paying attention - no doubt Richard knew she was going through ever word again, combing carefully through his tone and gestures, trying to find out his real meaning. At last, she approached again, stopping a few feet from him. "My Bridget, bless her, has been cursed with both innocence and beauty." She regarded Richard with her sharp eyes now, still not knowing his intentions.

"I will not even ask what it is she said, for I'll have to punish her for it I'm sure. But I imagine it was insulting and not meant to be. She is the only woman in the world who can hurl insults with good intentions behind them." She shook her head, trying to decide if she should trust him. He seemed very sincere about wanting to better Harleston and Bridget, but a man's idea of 'bettering' a woman's life often meant little; if he was arrogant enough, he might think just being within ten feet of her made her life gloriously better. Elizabeth understood that all too well, having been married to a man that thought so little of woman before, and being the mother of such a man now. "I agree, you have proved yourself to be a formidable man, Your Grace. You have shown time and time again that you possess a keen mind and sharp intellect, with a talent for speaking and making even the angriest of men listen. I cannot say you've ever had the audacity to speak like my Bridget, but you've overcome many things that might break a man." She stopped again, speaking carefully. "But you must understand me, Your Grace, the unsavory remarks about your lifestyle follow you like a bad plague. I cannot believe you have changed from that man until you have proven otherwise, for I only judge a man by what I have seen of him, and what you have shown is that you have a fondness for women that tends to overreach what is proper and what is not."

She took one careful step forward, knowing that for speaking as such she could likely be landing herself in an awkward position. She was not speaking freely, not quite, but it was candid enough that he might take great offense. "I too, see great potential in my granddaughter, and not as a wife or a way to more riches and titles. Her mind is a great thing, and if she could only learn to control herself she will be a powerful woman one day, one I could never be, for I lack the courage. But I must ask this of you, Your Grace, for my mind will not rest unless you answer me, swearing by your words." Her tone was soft now, very hushed. These were matters she shouldn't speak of, but her desire for Bridget to be happy and with a good man was too strong. A thing like this could make or break a woman, more so if she was so naive, like Bridget was. "Can you swear that her beauty will never earn her a longer look than appropriate? That she will be here to truly learn and benefit Harleston? That Bridget being at Edythen will be for the greater good and not for the allure she provides? That you will never succumb to any whim to have her... as... well..." She wavered, unable to say the words. Tihs was for men to be angry over, to discuss with happy joy. It was not a thing a proper woman like Elizabeth could bring herself to speak outloud: namely, that Richard would promise to never take Bridget on as a mistress or bedmate, that he'd not ruin what the girl had left.

As Bridget stormed off at her grandmother's orders to do so he said nothing, nor showed any sort of emotion, at least until the woman stormed off. He smiled abit, though held much of it back in fear of how Lady Elizabeth would have reacted to him staring at her granddaughters backside. He, of course, was not looking at her in such a way, nor for that reason, but like Lady Elizabeth would understand it for she judged him so harshly. He was staring at her and smiling as she stormed off for a whole other reason, he loved the tenacity of that young woman. She hated authority holding her back from what she desired most, freedom, the ability to do whatever she so desired. He felt so similiar to her, his personality was centered around breaking free of constraints, and yet he had chosen a life so constrained by great responsibilities. However, those responsibilities did not preventing him from doing as he so wished. That was the benefit of having power.

He would show Bridget that for it would be something she would have as well.

Now having just Elizabeth and he in a room alone he knew it was going to become so much more interesting. The woman was well educated, and had many years of experience in dealing with such matters. The first words she chose were scripted, though more bold than what many would use. She was totally correct though, at least in her thinking, there was always a limit to what one could say, and she surely wanted to say so much more than she would. He smiled for a brief moment after she had turned and walked over to the table. After he had spoke at great length she took moments of her own time, looking elsewhere, staying away from him, before finally turning and coming back into the conversation. It was a bit rude the actions she had taken, but he figured she wanted to show as much defiance as she possibly could and so she did so. First, she went to her Bridget, to discuss her personality, what she had said, and like a grandmother not truly wanting to know what had been said. He did not want to further any punishment Bridget was already going to get, for he knew she was already in for a serious tongue lashing from her grandmother.

Next, came the compliments. Every conversation of diplomacy always started like this, and this is what this discussion was centered around, diplomacy. The compliments were quite grand and her words could be quite respected, they certainly raised his spirits at the moment. Nodding his head in respect to her words he was experienced enough, tried enough to know that next came her grievances and there were few, just one really, all centered around the rumors of his lustful nature. They all centered around that, but they were huge nonetheless for she was presented with the idea of giving over her daughter, very beautiful, naive, and very young, fully under his care at The Court. That had to be scary, he could see why, but her assumptions were based around that he lusted after every woman. That was just not the case, though he did not know why. He did not lust for Bridget, respected her beauty and charm yes, was attracted yes, but he did not lust for her. However, how could he ever explain such a thing to Lady Elizabeth? It was far too improper, impolite, just like she considered his lifestyle.

He remained emotionless with his facial expression as she had fully spoken of her ill thoughts directed at him. He did not cross his arms, he did not frown, look away, or give any other display she may be making him the least bit angry or unsettled. He wasn't, he was well prepared for the harshest of criticisms and this wasn't even that. As she took a step closer he knew what was next. It was the finale of what she had to say. The further discussion of the matter and the questions pressed before him, questions she wanted to feel at peace with his response. To know his intentions, and to what extent they would last. "My Lady, I swear to you that I have the best intentions in my interest, an interest solely based around my pursuits and accomplishments in that of diplomacy and other affairs of the duchy. I see great possibilities for a free lady, a noble lady of The Court, to exceed and surpass that of any other noblewoman who has had a voice in The Court before her. I hope to in time, following her education and training, to have her be a prominent figure in The Court. To speak of affairs of the duchy as she seems them. That is where my interest and intentions lie, and where they end, I swear this to you. She would be the representative of the Petham House in Court, a fact I will take very highly and hold in the highest regard and respect. She will be under my care until she comes of the experience to care for herself, I will ensure her safety, and chastity remain intact. This I swear to you."

It was at the end of his furthered speech that he talked specifically over the topic she wanted to state, but had not found the right words to say them and feel proper. He made bold promises he intended to keep, intended to protect from the other male noblemen of Court, who came and went, but it was not one he could fully ensure. However, should any other but him dare to do so he would give them swift and due punishment, one they would not want to endure. That order would be known quickly to all men who came and went from the Manor, should Bridget be sent to stay here.

Bridget paced in the hall, unable to hear what was being said. She couldn't BELIEVE this. Of all the things, to be poured into another cage! It was horrid. Absolutely horrid. She rememebred the burning desire to be here she'd felt before, and scoffed at it now. She'd been stupid, foolish. Whatever Richard's intentions were, Bridget was positive she would hate them with a passion. She would be no man's wife, no man's mistress. She simply would be nobody's but her own, once she could engineer her freedom, she would ride when she wanted, drink and eat as she pleased, the world and her reputation be damned. Her love of flashy dresses would never have her in - heaven forbid! - a tunic and breeches, but she would be free. God willing, she would be free. She just needed to find out how to earn that freedom for herself, to soar above the world of men and their politics, of silent women who had to watch their children paired off and auctioned like cattle. The qeustion was, how does one break free from the mold? To be free like 'her' kind never dared?

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A deep, shuddering sigh left Elizabeth, and she found herself wringing her hands. Debating heavily on what was right, what was wrong. She knew that the matter was decided, for the most part - Henry would be all too eager to sell Bridget off in hopes that her presence would earn him even more favor. Likely, he'd think what everyone else would shortly - that Bridget was a mistress. Another country of a woman that Richard had defeated. Yet he was honest with her, more honest than any man of his position should be. And Elizabeth believed he was sincere, that he had no intentions of corrupting her admittedly easily-swayed granddaughter. The qeustion was, would she throw her oar in with him and be made the fool? Trust him with her spirited Bridget, a child she felt more connected to than any of her own offspring? She composed herself, back straightening, face hiding behind a courtiers smile. "Bridget desires freedom more than anything else in the known world, and you offer it to her. Who am I to refuse such a gift?" The woman seemed more relaxed now, her path chosen. She would trust him, for he'd given her no reason not to. She would believe him until he made her feel otherwise, and should that day ever come to pass it was likely Henry would be very, very upset.

"Who knows? Perhaps with such freedoms Bridget can make a suitable match for herself, and in the mean time she can benefit Harleston as you see fit. It is an honor, and a privledge, for you to have sought her out, and I thank you humbly for seeing her small potential." She was speaking glassy court words now, musing but in a forced way. Whatever Elizabeth felt now was buried heavily under the mask she'd worn for the better part of her entire life. She may have decided to entrust Bridget to him, but she still kept her thoughts to herself. A woman of nobility to the very end, formidable yet somehow frail now that the 'burden' of her flyaway relative had been removed. She seemed tired. But it was for the best, she supposed. She would soon return home, pack up her belongings, and send Bridget to Edythen, as Henry would no doubt demand. Then, and only then, Elizabeth would go home. "Was there anything else, Your Grace? Or shall I fetch Bridget and be off to see Earl Henry?"

Things did seem to change after he had spoken further on the matter, fulfilling some of Elizabeth's needs of reassurance. Though he knew that it was unlikely for her to ever fully trust him with her, even after much time had passed with her under his care, he was sure that trust would grow once she found her granddaughter transformed into something more than she was now. He would give her great amounts of freedom, but with it came responsibilities she was bound to perform due to her class, status, and upbringing. She was not to be a wildchild forever, she was to be something much more, and he would be sure to assist her mold into it, even if she chose to resist him at first. She was a Pentham and would be shown the bar she was to set and surpass.

"Freedom with much expectations and responsibility that will shape her into a fine noblewoman, I promise you," he said, adding on to her comments and ending question. She would not be as free as a bird, and he wanted to reassure the woman she would become a far more difficult woman to work with had that been the case. "I thank you for your words of support, even if guarded, my promises shall be kept, and Bridget will be a woman not only of noble birth, but of noble manners and responsibilities as well, soon enough." Richard had promised much, very bold promises, and he knew failure was not an option. He could be shown to be a fool before Lady Elizabeth did he not meet any of the promises he had been given, and been made a fool before her was just as badly as making a fool of himself in front of the Earl Henry as well.

"Actually yes, there is one more thing. I would like a moment or two alone with Bridget, to provide her with a bit of reassurances that her new position in court will meet her needs of more personal freedoms that she so desires." Knowing she would meet his request, as she had met his other requests with a few reservations, he nodded to her and awaited the entry of Bridget. He did not know how bold the woman would be in private with him, he knew she had loose lips, but she would have to learn quickly that freedoms of this court were not without limits.

Watching her as she entered he waited for her to come over to him, not sure what Elizabeth had said to her before sending her in. "Lady Bridget, you do not appear to be too happy. What troubles you so? What do you want and think your deserve?" His entrancing blue eyes watched her closely, his questions a test, simply to see what she would say and to what extent she would speak her mind.

Elizabeth nodded, still smiling and thoroughly hidden. "You've presented yourself with quite the challenge, Your Grace." The smallest hint of amusement glimmered in her eyes, unable to quell the sudden mirth at the idea of Bridget with manners. If he believed her granddaughter could ever be polite, could ever shut her everlasting mouth and keep a firm grip on her temper... he was more of a believer than Elizabeth. Personally, she felt like Bridget would never learn. But he had just set his goals out, and she was now curious if he could ever meet them; certainly Bridget hadn't been too candid if he thought he could make her a noblewoman in more than just blood. "As you wish, I shall send her in." With that, the woman glided out of the room smoothly, one small look of regret peeking out before rushing under a mantle of stern disapproval. She hadn't forgotten that Bridget had spoken inappropriately earlier.

The girl was pacing, in a most unbecoming way, and even the servants skittered away from the anxiously, angry Bridget. "You are to go back and speak with him for a moment," Bridget smiled, though the hard glitter in her eyes ruined the look. Elizabeth grabbed her arm lightly, her voice chiding. "And you are to speak like a lady, not common trash. Your family has a good, solid foundation here and you cannot be the one to bring a change to that." Bridget immediately scowled. Family, family, family, that's all anyone ever talked about. What about her? Didn't she have any say in the matter? Any sort of choice? She hated being a chesspiece, a meager pawn, in the game of men. It was wretched. "Bridget, why can't you see that a smile and sweet words can get you more than harshly screaming?" The older woman shook her head, sighing and releasing the younger, still furious girl. "I will await you in the hall."

Bridget's face hardened in grim determination. Smiing and sweet words? That was an absolute joke. Nothing was ever so easy, even if Elizabeth insisted that by being polite and pretending she was stupid Bridget would get her way - it just didn't work like that. Elizabeth was an older woman, so of course they indulged her. Bridget, Bridget was just a 'little terrier' to men, and she knew fighting was her only chance. Hence why her entrance was not a grand, smiling, flirting thing. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and she walked without a hint of grace - the polar opposite of the woman Richard had been speaking to moments before. "Why shouldn't I be happy, Your Grace?" The words were dripping with sarcasm, as she was angry and never before had hidden such feelings.

"After this, I get to go see an Earl that I'm related to that I've never even met. Then he's going to tell me what to do because being a blood relation means you belong to any man who feels like claiming you for his own use." Her eyes narrowed, green and untrusting. "Do you ask what I want and what I feel I deseve because you care or you're trying to placate me?" She waited, considering as the heavy seconds ticked on. Bridget did not like the game of courtiers, and often felt it was too complicated of a dance to bother with. "All right, I want freedom. I am so tired of being used. My own family sees me as a stepping stone to better things, and I hate it. Who I am should be enough; my face shouldn't dictate their like or dislike of me." Bridget's arms uncrossed, the girl calming quickly. Her temper was a fast, uncontrolled thing but it was fleeting - she never stayed angry long enough to do much more than stomp and sulk. "I think I deserve that freedom, and would do anything to have it. I was not made to be a pretty, brainless wife, and I desire my own freedom too much for that to ever be enough."

Already, she forgot about thinking in anger that he wanted her for a wife. Surely a man like Richard didn't want some loudmouthed child. He would want someone noble and elegant like Elizabeth... which made her feel better, admittedly. Bridget could handle it if he wanted her here for something other than using her fair face to attain something - though in later days, she would be undecided about him. After all, why would he want her here? Women, to men, were to be sold and married to men with higher titles, more money, more land. They were not loved, they were not cared for. Pretty baubles and words may be lavished on them, but women meant nothing in the world of man. This was something Bridget kept close to her heart, her own knowledge somewhat corrupted by her father's influence in her younger years.

Richard watched both as Elizabeth left, and he heard a bit of a conversation between the two women before Bridget entered all alone. Her attitude was one of extreme agitation and anger, fortunate for him he was who he was and did not expect a verbal and physical onslaught. However, he did not put too much past the firebrand of a woman that she was, she was dangerous in many ways, and he would have to deal with that swiftly. Responsibilities came with everything in the life they led. With her arms crossed in the way they were he knew that no matter what he told her, no matter how good he thought it would be, would be a difficult thing to win her over. It seemed like she trusted very few and though he had humored her and brought delight on a few occassions already, he knew she was not one to trust easily, or not so easily. She was a tough woman to crack, but she was young, she had growing up to do and he knew he was the perfect person to assist in doing so.

He did not try to cut in as she spoke, nor did he believe she would allow him to do so. Surely he could have, in one way or the other, he was never one to hold back with force, but he did not want to permanent ruin any chances with her friendship had he taken that option. No, he would allow her to freely express her opinion till she was done with what she had to say. On and on she went, expressing many grievances against her cousin, her status, the caste she was thrown in and stuck in, the lack of freedoms, and other grievances. "Yet, you seem to love the extragencies that are so gifted with, because of your blood, because of your social status. That dress you wear, the jewels that you allow to adorn you, the kohl lining your eyes speak differently than the words you confide to me. Remember Bridget, you were gifted, as was I. Now hear me out," he said, wanting her to not dismiss him already.

"In court you will get freedoms you have never had before. Horseriding lessons, and whatever else you like, as long as you ask my permission. You will be allowed plenty of free time to yourself, but there is much you must do as well. You will given studies from myself and from tutors brought to you, you will be asked to attend court to watch over the proceedings and learn from it, given an expense account, have your own room with a personal servant to attend to it, and you shall freely be allowed to walk in the Estate gardens. Does that interest you?" Richard watched her closely as he spoke, giving vast amounts of freedoms and priveliges she had to know were not all going to be given to her lightly. He was surely going to seek much of her as well, her education, and other duties that he had no laid out.

"You shall be responsible for all your actions though, and that is my main request and concern. All that I ask is you act like a proper lady while in the public eye or in court. This insulting attitude you display now and the rash words I have heard you speak and heard from others in tales about you must end right now. If you want to be treated as a young woman and respected as such, you must grant others similiar treatment. In this court should you disobey my few rules the priviliges I give freely shall be taken away. I will treat you as equally as you treat me, treat the court, and treat others."

Richard looked at her closely and took a step forwards to close the gap a bit. "I am the authority, but I would like to be your friend as well, do know that I was once as free and rash as you. I see myself in you a bit, maybe that is why I offered this all to you. I expect much of you, but I give much as well. Will you give this a chance, will you trust in me for now to give you a life you so seek?" She had to know she had no choice, her cousin would send her here no matter what, but Richard could do one of two things. Give her a more free life than she now lived, or could make her life a living hell. But, he was giving her so much, everything seemingly all for free, why? He had given a brief reason, that he saw himself in her, but was that it? Did he want more than that, did he want her to be that brainless toy for his own desires? He didn't seek her body to fill his bed, but how could a young woman who had just been given so much believe that so willingly. Only if she was naive and gullible.

He was clever, she'd give him that. Most wouldn't have thought to use the way she dressed and adorned herself as a reason for her not being as used as she thought. A bolder Bridget would have just taken off her jewels and dress, thrown it all in a heap on the floor, and stormed out. Elizabeth had that one small thing to be thankful for - Bridget was not so bold. Instead, she listened to him speak and held her tongue despite wanting to scream. It was hard, but she was going to at least try and listen... if only because he dangled before her a taste of freedom, a temptation the rambunctious Pentham girl didn't want to deny. She could hate him, say some very unsavory things, but in the end it would just mean losing her ellusive fight for the freedom being female denied her. And then what? Back to her grandmother, a new family shamed and mortified by her behavior. And then they really would find a way to force her into a marriage. So Bridget remained silent, and tried not to show how hard it was for her to do so.

Indeed, if she had not been the girl she was, Richard's pretty words would have made her swoon with joy - riding lessons! The rest didn't matter. She already went through the atrocious lessons Elizabeth inflicted on her, and was sure there would be more of the same here, but riding lessons! Oh, that would be lovely. Especially if a certain dappled gelding was involved in those riding lessons - then she'd be in her own personal heaven. On the outside, Bridget's face was a supressed glow of excitement. She didn't want him to know how thrilled she was with the idea of riding again, but almost couldn't contain the feeling. True, it did not mean she trusted him any more than other men, but begrudgingly she would admit to herself that he at least could offer her the things she wanted in life without staking any sort of claim. Freedom, without having to marry... it taunted her. Bridget's mind turned his words over and over again, trying to find the hidden meaning. Why was he doing this? Why offer such things to a young girl with a hot temper and big mouth?

Joy turned to confusion on her open face, the change obvious. Bridget had never developed a courtiers plain smile, honey-coated words, or seemingly endless patience. She was unformed clay, a girl displaying nearly every emotion on her face for the world to see, her words never tinted with a lying tone... her patience for most things painfully short. "Yes, it does interest me. Very much." Her voice was unsure, but suspicious and very careful. After a moment of silence, the suspicion faded into guilt. She was being rude, after all. "And I'm sorry for being childish and angry, I just don't know why you are offering somebody like me this chance. Even if I'm related to some Earl, I'm impossible. I wasn't raised in a court, I don't know how to behave." It was hard to admit that she had never been taught exactly how to behave. She'd been shown, but never seriously. Her life had been a very pampered one, and after the death of her mother it had gone from spoiled child to being the heartbreakingly pretty daughter of Christopher Pentham; and her father had, without teaching her, dressed her in what attracted the eye and hoped it would be enough. Assumed, and wrongly, that she would attract a rich man of a higher station.

"I will try my best, but if you want me to behave like a lady you're going to need to recruit a teacher for that." Her words were not meant as a joke either - Bridget knew she was hopeless unless somebody gave her a crash course in ladylike behavior. That, and was there to smash her toes if she said something inappropriate; her maid Violetta did her best, but there were many places a personal maid could not be. "If you can offer me these things, then I can meet your demands. I can't promise that I won't make mistakes, becasue I really have a knack for saying the wrong thing," Green eyes remained focused on him, steady and unwavering. She still didn't trust him, but she had no choice but to do what he said - fighting right now would just make the experience harder. Later on, should unpleasant additional requirements come up (Marriage to anyone for any reasons, for example), she would fight. For now, she would give up for once in her life and be agreeable. "But I want the freedoms you speak of, and I will do as you've asked." She might have said that she would do anything to have them, but it would have been a lie - like saying that she would trust him.

Bridget's silence through his entire lengthy speech, propositions, and scoldings and rules was a bit interesting to Richard whose thoughts of this young woman were constantly shifting. That wasn't a bad thing though, he was glad he had not totally figured her out yet for it made her all the more interesting in the long run. Their relationship would be long and ever growing he so hoped, he saw himself as the elder mentor who would be there to guide her and he saw her as the voice of anti-establishment and anti-noble for she spoke so openly and boldly as she so desired. He needed something who would speak their mind, whatever was on their mind, and whenever they felt like speaking up, very close to his side. Those who were not as attuned to the order and functions of courts and diplomacy could often see things others could not.

He was glad to see her joy from such options now open to her, and was expecting of the confusion. However, he was not expecting her apologies in such deep means that opened up a bit of her own soul. There were new discoveries to be found in there and with her opening up as she now was he was glad such new events had been opened to them both. A bounding and friendship was what he wanted, but he also wanted a sort of order there, he was the mentor, she was the student, and that was how it would be. Her apologies and assurances that she would try to better herself and behave herself spoke volumes to him, including her insight that she was in need of help to calm down her openly troublesome, childish ways. He did not respond once as she continued at length about things, seeking a teacher to teach her the ways or court, and her openness to it all. Her green eyes looked intensely to his as his blue eyes looked back just as intensely. A beautiful woman indeed, he had noted that before, and there was certainly something there. He would have to watch her closely, and he knew he would have to watch his own emotions. He would be foolish to think he would not think of her in different ways with time.

"I am glad to hear it, and glad to hear you speak so openly of your thoughts and concerns, and your willingness to change if you must, if you can, to become a member of the court, a privileged and cultured woman. My gifts to you will remain in stone, they all will be available as long as you follow those guidelines, a teacher will always be at your side or nearby should you request them, to assist you in all your teachings. And I, will be always present and close enough for you to reach out to for any assistance, as well as a friendly ear and voiced you'd like to discuss issues or nonsenses with," he said, a very diplomatic speech yet with a friendly warm smile at the end. "I will see you off then for now, go see your Cousin and his estate until it is the time to return here for your permanent stay. I will be expecting and looking forward to your arrival, as will your gelding," he said, yet another smile forming on his face.