Egbert Budious Clyde
Egbert laughed a hearty laugh as he combed his thick, white mustache, causing his beer belly to rock in this laughter. An older woman called his name. “Egbert!”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yes, Mama?”
“You had better leave to the calling estates soon. Knowing your tastes, you will be waiting in many long formations waiting for young ladies.”
He heaved, walking away from the mirror until his eventual exit from the house. What a nuisance his mother was, and a terrible supervisor as well. He was allowed so little independence at the age of forty six, it seemed time he moved to a more settled lifestyle. Ideally, he would find a wife, and she would produce him another name to carry on through the bloodline. Unfortunately, there were few who desired him.
As it seemed so obvious, Egbert had a reputation for being unworthy of fine women. He was older, with more white hairs than strength to respect boundaries, he made countless attempts to convince the ladies of each court. Frankly, he was the type of man one would not trust their pet to be near. Nor their children or loved ones, for he had a dangerous aura about him. He was not to be trusted.
The main target of the day was an ellis. After all, it seemed much easier to obtain the sister of a diamond than a diamond herself. To him, Lydia was closer to fool’s gold. Interestingly enough for him, that was all he could afford. So, he got into a long line awaiting a moment of interaction with the duchess herself.
He stood tapping his feet until she had finished speaking to all of the men before her. “Lydiaaa.” He said in a voice attempting to sound empathetic. “What is a pretty girl like you doing here shining under the spotlight of her sister?” He thought aloud. “I could make you shine.” he whispered sensually, and she could feel his hot, well-fed breath onto her skin.