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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	[color=a187be]"Mary it is then,"[/color] Elizaveta said in a kind voice. Sitting there she watched the young woman explain her title. Taking it all in before she responded. [color=a187be]"I see, vell that is a bit to take in. The crovn has their vays. My crovn has their ovn. I would be pleased to refer to you as Dame Hale vhile in public. I speak for my father here and I recognize your title. If the church and God recognize it, then it is His vill. I go with God before all else,"[/color] she said surely as the day was long and the nights were full of the Soulless. 

	Meanwhile as the carriage continued on its way towards Almack's things were in a tizzy over at the Wyndham's home. The flowers were not stolen, laying under the bush next to the broken glass on the ground outside of the window from Millicent's second floor bedroom. Though unless one walked outside to look they would not see them from looking out Millicents window and down. Downstairs, in the study that was torn apart there was nothing broken or stolen either - at least not that anyone could tell. 

	Abigail nodded. "We's were goin' to right b'fore you got home," the young handmaid said. 

	"We should probably also send for the surgeon for poor Mr. Everett," Cook piped in. 

	"I'm fine, just need a belt and some sleep," he said stammering slightly as he spoke. Cook gave an eye roll. "Someone should go warn Miss Milli, we don't want her coming home to a house full of people snooping around for someone that was snooping around," Everett stated as he slipped down into a chair in the hallway and groaned slightly. 

	"That can wait, Miss Milli ain't who I am worried about. What on earth is Mrs. Wyndham going to say when she sees this mess?" Cook said groaning, she knew Mrs. Wyndhams penchant for blowing up if anything was out of place. This was going to send her into a down right tantrum. "Mr. Connolly, can you fetch the Constable?" At least one should have been walking the streets near the house right then but it was oddly silent even for this time of the evening. 

	Elizaveta looked out the window as they rolled up to Almack's and glanced out the window as she waited for her guards to get the door open. The place was buzzing with people. Most had arrived by now, those standing outside seemed to be talking with each other. Mostly men who seemed to be young and wanting a break from the girls inside trying to get their attention.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Lord Rutherford stopped in his tracks as Virginia came upon them, the girls presence causing Mrs. Wyndham to obviously scoff. Glancing down the tip of his nose at the pale girl he simply grinned at her question. "You are one to speak, you Crypts have all the courtly grace of a corpse. Perhaps your name is all too befitting," Mrs. Wyndham said with a scowl on her face. It was no secret that the current matriarch of the Wyndham family had little love for the Crypt family. Her opinion made quiet known on numerous occasions to Millicent, whether Virginia was present or not. 

	"Concerning what the Earl and I are discussing, it is none of your never mind," she said smugly. 

	Lord Rutherford was a bit more [i]welcoming.[/i] "Now come come Mrs. Wyndham, as eccentric as the Crypts are I do share a seat in the House of Lords with Lord Crypt," he said with a broad grin towards her. "Such a pity your father has not been seen in court for so very long. How we do miss him. Much longer and I suspect we will be seeing his [i]male[/i] heir there soon. I know he is young but you needn't worry, there are plenty of men there that will help him learn the ropes."

	Rutherford glanced over towards Millicent and Fyror dancing before looking back at Virginia. "My Lady Crypt, with [i]certain[/i] Lords [b]and[/b] Ladies waltzing about, it would not shock me in the least. Such pale skin tone is common among their kind," he said coolly with a hearty chuckle. This only caused Mrs. Wyndham to chortle in agreement. 

	"Here, here. Well said Lord Rutherford, well said indeed."

	Then the invitation came. Before either could respond they were interrupted. Mrs. Wyndham was about to respond when Lord Rutherford did so for the both of them. "Why of course, I would enjoy it most fervently as would the Wyndham's I am sure. There will be much celebration soon to be had by all," he said as he looked between Virginia and then over to Millicent on the dance floor. Glancing over at Mosi he shook his head. 

	"Though sharing a dance with a veiled woman I do not know I cannot do, would be very unbefitting an Earl. One would do well to learn their place and let the men approach them. One would think you were hopelessly desperate," he said before adjusting his coat. "Now, excuse me. Ladies," he said with a nod of his head and moved quickly away with his eyes set on Millicent as the dance was coming to a close. 

	Millicent, being unaware of what was going on with her step mother and the others, kept her eyes on Fyror. It was hard for her to believe. She had actually enjoyed the dance and found herself sad that it had come to an end. Dances she had had before she counted the seconds to get away from her partner but this time she felt that time had flown by. 

	[color=0072bc]"Sir Kildragon, I cannot express just how much I enjoyed our time and dance together,"[/color] she said softly as the dance ended. Her eyes spotted Rutherford over Fyror's shoulder coming up quickly to them. [color=0072bc]"It will be a wonderful memory in the dark days ahead,"[/color] she said as she took a long breath. 

	"Miss Wyndham," Rutherford said as he came up to them from behind Fyror. Millicent taking a step back from Fyror and nodding slightly. The tension she had had before the dance quickly returning.

	[color=0072bc]"Lord Rutherford."[/color]

	"A word," he said eying her after giving Fyror the once over. Millicent swallowed and nodded. Rutherford taking her arm and barely giving her a moment to keep up with him as he escorted her off the dance floor and over to the open balcony that lead down to the gardens. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, it won't e happening again," he said as he stood there looking out over the gardens. The dance floor clearly seen as Millicent looked back over her should, trying to get a glimpse of Fyror again. She had enjoyed the dance but she knew better than to voice it. 

	"About my proposition."

	[color=0072bc]"Yes, I.. well,"[/color] she stammered, something that did not happen to Millicent often. She was usually so quick of wit and response yet right then she found it hard to form the words. 

	"If you decline, it matters not. I can always set my sights on others willing to invest," he said turning around and smirking. A look of fear and dread swept over her features. Shaking her head for a moment she took a deep breath. 

	[color=0072bc]"No, that shant be necessary Lord Rutherford."[/color] Her voice was cold and weak as she spoke, it causing the look of a lion about to devour his prey to come over Rutherfords features. 

	"Then you agree?"

	Millicent found herself biting on her tongue as her fingers wrung themselves. It was a long quiet and awkward moment before she finally responded. [color=0072bc]"Yes, I acquiesce."[/color]

	The words caused a bright devilish grin to come to his features as he stepped towards her and towered over her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, something that was completely scandalous if not under the right circumstances, he pulled her closer. Millicent felt her stomach clenching into knots. Trembling slightly as she looked up at him. "Wonderful," he said in a triumphant voice that grated on her nerves. Leaning down Millicent jerked back but he held her firm. "Careful," he warned and Millicent froze. Pressing his lips to hers in front of God and everyone Millicent wanted to cry. 

	Mrs. Wyndham on the other hand wanted to cheer as she watched the two. Smirking she looked over towards Virginia. "Yes, we have much to celebrate. I am sure Millicent will want all your suggestions on the wedding you care to give," the woman said callously before teetering off to find her other daughters.