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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	The Bishop stood frozen for a time before looking over towards Elizaveta as Mary went to get the water. Elizaveta telling her thank you before she left. Her robe was placed back over her shoulders, the clasp fastened before her guard picked her up in his arms carefully. The other guard having secured the egg back into the velvet bag looked over towards Elizaveta with a blank expression on his face before going back to his position at the entrance to the under croft to stand guard. 

	"Are you alright?" the Bishop asked nervously. 

	[color=a187be]"Yes, just veak,"[/color] she replied as she lay cradled in the large man's arms. 

	"What was that? I mean, I have never seen anything like it," the Bishop added. Now that he was no longer in shock he was full of questions but Elizaveta shook her head slightly and rested her head against the mans chest. She needed to catch her breath and speaking at this time was like trying to gargle with sand. Uncomfortable and taxing. Nodding in some semblance of understanding the bishop looked over towards Gerard and then back to Elizaveta. "Is the woman's soul safe?"

	Elizaveta nodded and closed her eyes waiting on the water. The Bishop let out a sigh of relief before turning back to Gerard. "I thank you for bringing her here. I believe we can take it from here though if you wouldn't mind waiting just a little longer, I wish to write down everything that lead up to this and will wanted to double check on the details with you," he said.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Over at Almack's several nodded and got to work on making a quick run through of the building but it would take time and people were already arriving. Not that anything was going to stop the event from occurring this evening. Society was far more concerned with keeping the norm than admitting there was a problem. 

	Millicent glanced around as Fryor's entourage arrived and her lips thinned slightly. She wanted to go thank him for what he did earlier that evening, and tell her she was glad to hear that he was able to return to his family without any problems but her mother grabbed her arm and thrust her forward without warning. Shaking her head she looked up from the high shine shoes she was staring at, groaning inwardly when she saw it was Lord Rutherford. He was the last person she wanted to see right then. 

	The man said nothing at first, simply looking over Millicent in her finery before his eyes fell onto the bruise that was attempting to be hidden beneath the powder that she wore. "Miss Wyndham, dare I ask what happened?" he asked as he tried to caress her cheek. Millicent visibly flinched and pulled back from his touch, pushing his hand away. 

	"Just some correction," her mother said speaking up, Lord Ratherford grinning approvingly. 

	"Well, it is better to use the rod than to spoil the child," he laughed. He actually laughed. Millicent's eyes narrowed at his entire being. 

	"Millicent, don't you have something to say to Lord Ratherford?" her step mother prodded. 

	Millicent looked over at her mother as if she was crazy but she was jabbed in the ribs by the woman and it caused Millicent to take a deep breath. Calming herself she nodded before turning back and looking back at the lord. Lifting her chin and letting her features go blank before she spoke. 

	[color=0072bc]"Yes, I humbly wish to apologize for earlier Lord Rutherford. May god forgive me..."[/color] she said before taking a short breath as she saw a look of satisfaction cross his features. [color=0072bc]"for not knocking you on your ass sooner."[/color]

	Grabbing her arm Lord Rutherford pulled her in close and whispered against her ear. "Better watch what you say to me or I might place my sights on another prospective wife. Like one of your sisters." His voice like venom in her ear. Millicent leaned back looked struck in terror. He grinned broadly before letting her go, shoving her slightly as he did. Turning he took Mrs. Wyndham's arm and lead her into Almack's proper with Millicent's two sisters following quietly in tow. 

	Turning away from those walking into Almack's Millicent started looking around and praying to god that she would lay eyes on Virginia. She needed a friend right then.