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Belle eyed him when he had said she had similarities to his old friend. Was that so? Lady Beatrice, Belle had never really heard of her but she already seemed quite interesting. She wondered if the lady Beatrice was of French origins- after all, the name sounded french to her. “I see,” Was all belle said. The friend has wedded already it seemed- three years ago. And if Belle did share similarities to the lady like he said she did- it was no wonder he was taken by surprise.
She titled her head staring at him again, he was taller than most men here- but not taller than any of her brothers. Her brothers did have an unfair advantage in the height department concerning that her mother is 5’10 and her father is 6’2, and her grandparents height was also quite high. From what Belle have heard though due to interbreeding in the past, they were shorter in structure- the fleurs, it was a surprise that their heights saw such a gigantic increase in the times of her great great grandparents. Like Belle said, Lord Baylor was quite tall-and only just slightly shorter than her brothers who at times seemed like mountains towering over her. “You are pardoned for the mistake,” Belle said with a friendly smile- or at least she had hoped the smile she gave was friendly. People always misunderstood her expressions and well to their credit- Belle was hard to understand so it was understandable and currently she was still feeling the effects of drinking too much so she couldn’t quite think if the smile she gave would be considered friendly or not? Would it? Perhaps yes perhaps not.
After Belle had ‘pardoned’ him, she was about to walk away- after all was not there conversation done? He had made a mistake and Belle had acknowledge the mistake, there was no more to it. Thus, she prepared her leave, but before that lord baylor had begun to speak again.
"However, Lady Beatrice or not, you have raised an intriguing notion. While it is undeniable that the marriage market beckons many ladies to London’s social season, I have found the motivations guiding a lady’s presence here can be diverse.”
Belle raised a brow at that- that was quite correct and her motivations were of the ‘diversity’ that he spoke of. But still she was slightly taken aback by that, after all, most people truly think that a woman’s only purpose will be marriage. That it is all a lady can desire even though to some ladies like her- marriage felt more like a punishment. She curved her lips in approval of his words, “indeed they are many reasons why a lady might come to a ball, and you are correct in saying I am not of British heritage, i’m a french noblewoman.” belle did not state who she was, her name or the house she belonged to. House Fleur. She was the daughter to duke and duchess of burgundy, a dukedom with a lost of history-power and connections- after all her family did live for that. Making connections, making allies and always being at an advantage. it was why her mother encouraged Belle’s reading and furthered her education instead of just making her learn of how to be a wife, taking care of a house- though her mom’s prayers consisted mostly of that; Belle becoming a wife. Her mom let her further her education, encourage her to do so because an intelligent mind can benefit the Fleur family in a lot of ways. “I am here because I am here, today is my debut day and I have just debuted and I am here because I am forced and I am here because I wish to gain something from someone. Indeed, a lady’s motivations can be so diverse, especially considering my motivations are to be a spinster and yet I am forced to debut,” Belle said, her face lacking emotions but her tone filled with amusement. Why was she amused? She was slightly intoxicated! Of course she was amused, a lot of things amused her currently. Like the glasses the british queen chose to use, it just amused her!
When he had confirmed that he was indeed Lady Maisie’s brother like Belle suspected she nodded in realization that she had finally met Lady Maisie’s infamous brother. The one, she knew not except for the fact that he existed and he was the heir. “Indeed I do quite have an advantage,” She wondered if she should go by a fake name- lie about who she was for the reason but that it would be entertaining if they meet again and he found out who she truly was, but she had drank and she wanted to be amused in another way. “I’ll give you some hints to who I am. I am of french blood, I am often associated with flowers, and my family- were talked about in the beginning of the dance for being held back in france due to troubles.” A game, a game of guesses and a puzzle gamed. She wondered shall he guess this? Or will she have to give more clues?