It does, however, it would be resolved with marriage. Whereas, with the commoner, no one would know and therefore there would be no scandal (except maybe internally lol)
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While I do not wish to establish a specific ranking, I would be particularly delighted to dance with Lady Aurelia Ellis, Lady Adeline Delaney, and Lady Dorothea Addington. Nevertheless, there are a few other charming ladies who have also piqued my interest, and I would be delighted to share a dance with them as well.
There are indeed numerous gentlemen I am eager to share a dance with this season. Among them, the top contenders for me would be Lord Bruce Armstrong, Corin Blackwood, and Lord Ilyas Keats, particularly as there are serious matters I wish to discuss with Lord Ilyas Keats, and there is no denying I find his physique attractive. Additionally, I have a keen interest in finally meeting and sharing a dance with Adeline’s brother, Lord Atlas Delaney.
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I do sympathize greatly with those who have lost one of their senses. Our senses are integral to fully experiencing life, and the absence of one can indeed make life more challenging. When it comes to courting someone who has lost a sense, it would depend on which sense they have lost and how it might impact our lives together. If I can envision a fulfilling life with them despite the loss of a sense, then I see no reason not to consider courting them. A person’s value extends far beyond any potential disability they may possess. Our character, principles, and common interests are vital in forging connections and bonds. Disabilities should never be the sole factor that defines or restricts one’s worth or capacity for love and companionship in society. Should I find myself captivated by their personality, their disability would pose no hindrance to my affections.
I must confess that I have never encountered someone who has experienced the loss of one of their senses. Such occurrences seem rather uncommon within our social circles, and I find myself unsure of how precisely I would respond to such a situation. While I can readily empathize with the multitude of challenges such individuals face and the potential weight that courting them might impose upon me, I remain open to the prospect of forming a connection. Yet, I cannot deny the array of concerns that arise. The question of passing on such a condition to any future heir certainly weighs heavily upon my thoughts. The notion of having an heir who may be blind or deaf presents me with an intricate dilemma. Moreover, the judgment of society, particularly the ton, looms ever-present. I am mindful of the potential for raised eyebrows or misconceptions, and I am determined not to marry out of mere benevolence. It would be unjust to my potential partner to foster such an assumption. In essence, I find myself in a complex realm of emotions—unwilling to dismiss the possibility outright, yet cognizant of the intricate nuances that such a union would entail. The dowry, I must admit, could potentially sway my considerations in such matters. If I were to develop a genuine affection for the young lady in question, and her dowry were substantial enough to mitigate some of the concerns I hold, it is plausible that I might be more inclined to pursue a courtship.
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If I were of the opposite gender, as a gentleman, I would enjoy the freedom to pursue my heart’s desires without fear of judgment or societal scrutiny.
I often ponder the idea of relaxing my dedication to cleanliness and organization. It seems that my steadfast commitment to precision might, at times, hinder my effectiveness in navigating life’s challenges and seizing its unexpected opportunities.
My mother and Jane Austen are the figures I admire most.
I do not place much belief in the concept of heroes, even on a personal level.
I possess a quaint journal, its pages delicately bound in leather and its size perfectly suited to be tucked away discreetly within my personal belongings. In the solitude of my chamber, away from the bustling societal demands, I retreat to this cherished sanctuary. Within its pages, I conjure miniature narratives, weaving tales of romance, intrigue, and adventure, each inked meticulously with my own hand. As I let my imagination wander, I often find myself adding delicate sketches alongside the prose, capturing the essence of the stories I pen. These sketches breathe life into my written words, giving form to the characters and settings that dance within the confines of my creative mind.This journal serves as my refuge, a place where my innermost thoughts and artistic musings find expression. It is a treasured companion in the quiet moments of contemplation, allowing me to escape the constraints of the everyday and embark on journeys of the imagination.
Beneath the veil of the night sky, my fascination with astronomy thrives. It’s an inquisitiveness sparked by the orderliness and precision of the cosmos. The celestial bodies, their graceful movements, and the rhythmic dance of stars, all conspire to intrigue me. Astronomy is a pursuit that satisfies my innate curiosity, beckoning me to decipher the mysteries of the universe.In this cosmic exploration, I find myself continuously engaged, captivated by the meticulous observations of celestial events. The night sky offers me a boundless realm for exploration, a canvas where I can uncover the secrets of the cosmos. It provides not only solace but also a refuge from the complexities of everyday life. Through astronomy, I embark on a systematic journey to fathom the depths of the universe, uncovering knowledge and wisdom that transcend our earthly boundaries.
The cherished treasures I hold closest to my heart include the aforementioned journal, a gift thoughtfully presented to me by my brother, and a splendid necklace graced upon me by my late father during the final celebration of my birth before his untimely departure.
The most cherished gift I have ever received was a personalized saddle adorned with the crest of my noble family. This exquisite saddle was a thoughtful present from my dear sister. She knows how much I adored horses and the equestrian arts. Its fine craftsmanship and the elegant family crest carved upon it made it not just a practical gift but a symbol of our family’s enduring heritage and my passion for horse riding.
My preference would lean towards Chicken à la King, a dish of tender chicken pieces in a sherry-infused, slightly sweet cream sauce with a touch of paprika, served within flaky pastry shells.
A poultry roast with gravies and a selection of vegetables as a side.
This took me a while already, especially the hobby one, as I really wanted to add something that wasn’t in their bio or slides yet, so will answer the rest in a part 2
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Both:
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What do you think of Bruce? Bridget? (I sent you her bio, FC, and personality
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Are there any possible secrets that are deal-breakers? If so, could you let it slide for the right person?
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wed, bed, execute
wed, execute, bed
wed, bed, execute
execute, wed, bed
wed, bed, execute
bed, wed, execute, even if I far from desire to execute either of these ladies
wed, execute, bed
bed, wed, execute
execute, bed, wed
absolutely adoring her as a sibling, wed, bed
bed, execute, wed
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wed, absolutely adoring her as a sibling, bed
Really cannot decide, they are all even for me
wed, bed, execute
execute, bed, wed
execute, bed, wed
You asked these 3 exact combo’s in a different order before 
bed, wed, execute
execute, wed, bed
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bed, wed, execute
execute, bed, wed
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executing our prince? hmmm
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question for the both:
Have you guys had your first lock of lips? Is your first kiss already stolen? And if so with who, be as detailed as you can
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I must admit, it’s not so much a matter of what, but rather who - my youngest sister. She’s an absolute whirlwind of boundless energy, and her antics never fail to bring a hearty chuckle to my lips!
In all honesty, my laughter is a rare occurrence, but on occasion, a well-crafted play on words or a clever jest has been known to draw a laugh from me.
A pet peeve of mine would be when people are disrespectful or dismissive of others based on their social status or background. It’s essential to treat everyone with kindness and respect, regardless of their station in life.
I must admit, one of my pet peeves is inefficiency. I highly value my time and efforts, and it can be rather frustrating when tasks or processes are needlessly drawn out or done with a lack of organization and precision.
I cannot fathom a day passing without perusing at least a few pages of literature, for it is a pursuit that brings me solace and satisfaction.
I have the urge to engage in daily equestrian pursuits, it is a compelling necessity. It provides me with a refuge where I can temporarily detach from the countless concerns of life. These horseback rides grant me the precious opportunity to be fully present in the moment.
I seek both a physical attraction and a deeper connection with someone. Ultimately, though, what lies within is what holds the true significance.
The outer allure of an individual may diminish, while their inner beauty endures.
Speaking of physical books? Indeed, without a doubt. The visual appeal of a book holds a significant sway in piquing my interest. When it comes to individuals, I do endeavor to maintain an open-minded disposition, although, I must confess that upon our first encounter, I do tend to form observations and initial impressions.
I must confess that I do make certain judgments based on appearances and demeanor, rather akin to evaluating a book by its cover. The physical presentation and the bearing of an individual convey much in that initial encounter, offering insights into their character.
I hold a belief in karma, that one’s actions reverberate through life in due course.
I find the concept of karma rather lacking in logical or academic foundation; it strikes me as rather foolish.
I greatly anticipate the arrival of grandchildren, witnessing the expansion of our family into another generation.
Is there truly cause for excitement? It seems I am merely transitioning into a more mature and less active phase of life, which doesn’t hold much allure.
The scent of newly printed books.
The lubricating oil employed to enhance the smoothness of carriages.
Absolutely nothing, what a letdown that would be.
Any perilous matter that might bring harm to one’s fellow beings, that is quite obvious, no?
Yesterday as my dear 12-year-old sister graced us with her youthful exuberance. While we gathered in the drawing room, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight and surrounded by the elegance of our family estate, she embarked on an impromptu performance of a lively dance. With unbridled enthusiasm and an endearing twinkle in her eye, she twirled and leaped about, her skirts billowing like a whirlwind. Her graceful yet playful movements had us all enchanted, and soon the room was filled with joyous laughter
If I have ever done so, the memory has eluded me, for I cannot recall a time when I have laughed so heartily.
A smile
I can not deny that would be the body
I do not appreciate scandal, but if marriage could prevent it and I genuinely care for the gentleman, I would choose a nobleman over a commoner which has the implication of keeping it a secret. Concealing my affection for someone is not my preference; I long for the freedom to be open and truthful about my feelings.
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A charming, intelligent, and remarkably young man. He has proven invaluable in aiding me with certain family matters.
I have not had the pleasure of meeting the gentleman in person, but his father’s reputation is held in high esteem, and I extend my expectations accordingly.
A cherished and unique friend in my circle, one whom I hold dear and wish to offer my support whenever needed. Nevertheless, I also recognize her strength and independence, and I believe she is more than capable of handling matters on her own without assistance.
An exceptionally skilled equestrian, particularly considering her visual impairment.
Concealing a clandestine family? Committing a heinous act such as murder? Engaging in unfaithful behavior? These are undeniably insurmountable obstacles, and one would need to genuinely capture my heart to alter my perspective.
Numerous enigmatic variables come into play, rendering me unable to foresee my sentiments or the potential trajectories that lie ahead.
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I must confess that I have not yet experienced the first lock of lips. In the realm of our society, one’s first kiss is a matter of great importance and should ideally occur within the context of a well-established courtship, if not upon the sealing of an engagement. Alas, circumstances and my fervent desire for independence have thus far kept me from such romantic pursuits. However, I am not entirely opposed to the idea, should the right suitor and the proper moment present themselves. Until then, I shall remain patient, ever hopeful, and focused on the pursuit of knowledge and personal freedom.
I must speak honestly, I have kissed before. If you’re curious about the story of my first kiss, well, it happened in the majestic Scottish Highlands. Picture a young lad, far from the bustling streets of London, traversing the untamed moors and breathing in the invigorating Scottish air. On this particular day, I encountered a local Scottish lass, her hair as fiery as the setting sun, and eyes the color of the lochs that speckled the landscape. Our paths crossed quite unexpectedly in a cozy inn, where we sought refuge from an impromptu rainstorm that swept across the moors. We sat by the hearth, warming ourselves with peaty whiskey, and we got to talking. She possessed an irresistible Highland charm, her tales of Scotland weaving a spell that held me captive. With every word she uttered, I found myself drawn to her in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Our conversation flowed as naturally as a Highland stream, and there came a moment, amid the flickering firelight, when our hands brushed, and our gazes lingered just a touch longer than they should have. And then, it happened - my first kiss. It was like a scene from a Scottish ballad. My hand cradled her cheek tenderly as I leaned in, and our lips met in a sweet, tentative connection. It was a stolen moment, infused with the magic of the Highlands and the irresistible pull of fate. Little did I know that it would become a cherished memory, a testament to the unpredictable beauty of life’s twists and turns. Yet, upon parting, I knew that I could not risk my reputation as an earl with a dalliance outside of proper society. Regretfully, I had to provide her with a generous sum to ensure her silence, for I did not wish to tarnish my family’s name. It wasn’t the only kiss I’ve shared. There was another, with someone of the ton, a story much wilder and for another time perhaps. Yet, I am not sure if I ever can share that story.
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Could it perhaps be Dorothea? they are gossips in the ton about your relationship with her
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Verily, I must confess that Lady Dorothea Addington holds a special place in my heart, and our companionship has brought me great joy. However, it is essential to note that our interactions have always been conducted under the watchful eye of chaperones, and the kiss I spoke of was not shared with the Lady in question.
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if not Lady Dorothea is it perhaps Lady Aurelia or Adeline? all quite the ladies
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Your curiosity is duly noted, and while I do appreciate your inquiry, I must exercise caution in my response. Confirming or denying such matters could inadvertently lead you to the very individual with whom I shared that passionate and intimate evening with. Revealing the truth could potentially expose me to the harsh judgment and scrutiny of society’s watchful eye. Thus, for the present, I find it prudent to withhold this information.
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SO IT IS ONE OF EM HUH?
wink wink
anyways Lord Baylor I will hid your words, i have a new question, do you swim? Like are you a good swimmer and ice skater
Your persistent curiosity, while reminiscent of my sister’s own inquisitive nature, doesn’t quite invoke the same sense of endearment. While I do tolerate her probing into my personal affairs, I must admit that from others, including you, it tends to be more on the vexing side. Love life discussions should ideally remain a matter of discretion, not a topic for public consumption. The continuous prodding, even from close acquaintances, can indeed become quite tiresome. In truth, such matters are solely my concern and no one else’s, making the insistence on prying all the more bothersome.
While I am not the most proficient swimmer, I possess the basic skills necessary to stay afloat. Nevertheless, I must confess that ice skating holds a special charm for me. The activity demands a degree of balance akin to that crucial in horseback riding. When I first ventured into the world of ice skating during my endeavors in Scotland, I discovered I was quite talented. The experience was rather delightful, and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it!
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What’s your favorite way to treat yourself when you want to splurge?
What’s the first thing you usually think about when you wake up?
What’s something you’ve learned about yourself recently?
What do you wish people asked you about more often?
Do you prefer to be cheered up or left alone when you’ve had a bad day?
Love language?
I know some of these I just put on Kate’s but I really want to know them for your characters too!!
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