Her extension of the invitation had been purposeful to the end. In earlier times, the reception of an invitation by a young would-have-been lover of Henry VIII had resulted in the granting of the earldom to the Crypt family. Having sworn an oath to secrecy and to never disclose the exact gory details, none of the Crypts have ever spoken a word much beyond 'services to the Crown' to explain the title to the ghastly and peculiar family.
And now, with the precarious situation of a scoundrel seeking to court Virginia's dear friend, the invitation to supper at the manor may serve a most utile purpose. Perhaps not to kill or to even seriously maim--but to frighten, to remove the soul from the presence of her good friend. Mosi's words rang true, of course--very few would deny the invitation of the Earl of Dywell's eldest daughter, with the earl himself lost at sea. She glanced over towards her friend, seeing what appeared to be true happiness in the arms of Fyror, and Virginia smiled ever so slightly.
It wasn't the first time someone implied she was of the Soulless due to her pale skin, but to be frank, it was a family trait. Not enough sun, perhaps too much time in the dark? No. It was all too genetic. What was said about her brother, however, struck a nerve. She had no doubt that in his own time, James could become a great earl--but not now. Not at such a young age.
For the most part, Virginia ignored Mrs. Wyndham during the exchange. Nothing could be done about the woman, but suitors instead could be terrified away. Her remarks and scoffs meant very little to Virginia--though, at her comment that the family name was fitting, she took it as a compliment. Why should she care for a boorish name such as Jones or James? Crypt was perfectly fitting and quite suitable.
Frowning ever so slightly as Lord Rutherford admonished her friend, Virginia had an urge to remove Lord Rutherford's head from his body by means of her axe. Yet it would not due to be so public about any sort of execution or murder. A consultation with Alfred prior to the deed would be required, as well as asking the permission of dear Millicent to remove the man from this world. With the lord gone, Virginia followed him with her eyes, seeing the kiss shared between Milli and himself just as Mrs. Wyndham did.
"Perhaps a shotgun wedding," Virginia mused to her friend. "I do wonder what size casket would be appropriate for Lord Rutherford...But I digress--he will likely claim that a far larger casket is required than what is truly needed. His type are always obsessed with size, dear Mosi." She glanced towards Mosi, knowing that Millicent would not care for her to cause a scene. This must have been some sacrifice on her part, in an effort to spare her siblings from the scoundrel's affections. The banns would be one method of protesting the union, of course, but would it take? As long as Lord Rutherford continued to breathe, Millicent would know no peace.
So it must be.
"Mosi, my dear friend, we must avert this wedding by any means," Virginia instructed, thinking for a moment. "If Sir Kildragon would oppose the marriage, and perhaps if Millicent's father could be reached, that would be apt. However, I fear that we may have to take matters into our own hands...if you do quite understand my intentions, dear Mosi."