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jacquetta side eyed her older brother. ❝if you must know, i took my son to the park, and sat with some of the other mothers while the children played.❞

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"and where might i ask have you been hiding all day?"

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jacquetta never been a big whiskey drinker, mostly because james, her husband, had hated it, so he never kept it around. ❝i wouldn't mind, although i am more of a scotch drinker. or bourbon.❞ she knew most ladies, if they did enjoy a stronger drink, never admitted to it. however being a wealthy widow, jacquetta did not care.

❝i do not believe we've met. i'm jacquetta covington, lady jacquetta.❞ she always forgot to add in her title. it still felt weird after 5 years.

The Viscount closed the journal he was sketching in with a huff, his eyes narrowing as he rubbed black charcoal from his fingers with a hankerchief he had, at some point, bought for his wife. It was a beautiful day but he had been out here ao long that his stomach had bugun to growl and he laughed softly at himself.

"Would you care to join me for a drink? I'm in dire need of a whiskey."

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Jacquetta smiled a bit ❝i would hope so. i know my sister sent in a basket, and from what i hear he was a nice gentleman.❞ Jacquetta looked at the other women ❝did you not feel the desire or need to send one in?❞ Jacquetta had donated some money, but she figured it was more of a single person's game. she had no desire to get remarried, so why bother?

"i do hope the ladies who were able to take part in the basket auction were sufficiently wined and dined by their respective victors.." nova mused, perhaps a little bitter that she hadn't been able to join in with the festivities. the truth was, she had wanted to submit a basket. but.. there was no way that she would feasibly be able to. the beauty struggled to put food on the table for her and her younger sister as it was, so filling a silly little basket with treats that she'd have to spend hard earned money on? it was completely out of the question.

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Are you happy your sister is home?

of course i am! i love margo very much. plus james is very excited to have a new playmate.

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❛  do you understand what that means?  ❜ @sirmgrant

❝do you think i do not know what it means to be an unmarried lady?❞ she asked pursing her lips ❝i know i am not as protected as long as my son is young, because i am not married. however, if i married, any money i have, say for my sons money, would be taken by my husband. i would be edged out, and who knows how he would treat my son. so yes it is risky, but i am looking out for my son, and myself.❞

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"Your laugh is so... I missed it." (@ohmvrgo )

jaquetta and her younger sister margo were walking the grounds of covington house. it wasn't a large property, but it was a good walk if you wanted to go all the way around. her place in the country was a lot bigger. her son had decided to tumble down the small hill, not nearly enough to cause injury, and got up laughing, which caused her to laugh. ❝i haven't laughed like this is a long time.❞ she had been so focused on her son, she didn't even allow herself to be happy. perhaps with margo here, she would find the time to laugh more ❝well it is easy to laugh when i am surrounded by those i love so much.❞

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  jacquetta was enjoying a rare moment when she could have some time to herself. while she did not need anything, she decided to go shopping. she did not buy much, just a few small things. a doll for her cousin, a toy solider for her son, and a new bonnet for herself. as she walked around, looking at the various shops, she heard a male voice ask her a question. she paused, and looked at the sign ❝maybe just a little crooked. if you turn it slightly, it should be just perfect❞ she assured the man. he was handsome, and older than she. 

with ocean hues trained on the sign that sat upon on the stone wall beside the door to his new office, hamish tapped his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed a little as he studied the sign. it was a strange feeling, seeing his family name displayed there. it was a moment of pride, for the gentleman had come so far from where he began. his family had been one of poverty, but he had made a name for himself, and was now celebrating five years of being his own boss. eyes then moved around the street, calling out to the first person he laid eyes on. “excuse me, sir/ma’am.. apologies for the interruption but could i ask a favour? the sign here.. does it look straight to you?” hamish directed the other’s attention to the sign, humming softly to himself. 

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“oh goodness!” anabelle quickly looked down, seeing a somewhat terrified looking child at her feet. a gentle smile crossed her face as she then saw a woman approaching, who she would assume to be the child’s mother. the princess watched as the woman asked her son to apologise and couldn’t help but smile sweetly at both her and the child. “no harm done at all, do not fret little one.” anabelle spoke to the child, offering one more sweet smile before he was sped off again. the princess had had many encounters with small children being afraid of her due to her title, so she’d become accustomed to it, and knew that allowing them space was a good way to deal with it. not to mention the fact that anabelle somewhat lacked the natural mothering instincts that most women her age had. a soft chuckle left the princess’ lips as she cast a glance toward the child’s mother. “it seems you definitely have your hands full with that one, hm?” anabelle smiled again, smoothing out her dress a little as she then glanced back toward the woman. “oh do not worry about me, i’m perfectly fine and please, call me anabelle.” the princess knew that the woman was only being polite in using her official title. but.. anabelle would take any and all opportunities to tell someone that there was no need, wanting them to know that she wasn’t the stereotypical princess, that she was down to earth. “is he yours?” the princess asks with yet another smile, casting her gaze toward the child once more. 

jacquetta smiled at the princess, and so did her son. he ran off to be with the nanny and she nodded, love and pride for her son was in her eyes ❝he is my truest fortune❞ she simply stated. she was a widow at such a young age, but the idea of marriage was such a odd concept. she had been happy in her marriage, if even if they were not in love. it was a better marriage than some had, and since her husband had left her a separate fortune aside from the estate of her son. she did not need to marry, so little james would be her only child, and she was more than happy with that. ❝thank you, your grace, for your kindess❞ the princess had every right to be angry with james or jacquetta. she would well be within her right to yell, or berate the young child, but she had not. jacquetta liked her instantly. she had come into her title by marriage, but never felt such things made someone better or worse than someone else. ❝are you enjoying london your grace?❞ she asked curiously as she looked at james, playing with the nanny, not even phased by the recent events. ah to be a young child again, jacquetta thought as she waved.        

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jacquetta shook her head, but not upset ❝no, i am not looking to get married again, and i figured, why i bother? let the ones who want to take part in the dance❞ jacquetta nodded ❝i understand the feeling. i do not know about your husband, but mine wouldn't want me to sit and mourn. then again,❞ she thought smiling a little ❝i never saw him practically melancholy. he always had good cheer, and wanted others to feel the same.❞

" did you not find yourself out on the dance floor ? " she could not help but enquire curiously as she glanced over at her friend . it was comforting to have jaquetta as a friend especially since they both found themself in very similar situations . " i should have gone to show my face but people are still accepting my absence as out of respect for my departed husband . "

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jacquetta looked interested ❝were mentioned in whistledown?❞ she was thankful she hadn’t. not really. when she had been unmarried, she had lived in the country, and by the time she had come to london, she was married, and did not get mentioned as much as the unmarried ladies. in a way, being married, or even widowed, had helped her stay under the radar. ❝what did you do?❞

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“Irrespective of the truth, individuals… or rather, gossips, will concoct shameless fabrications.” the words were short and stern, trying his best to remain calm as he overheard yet another group of women gossiping over the latest whistledown. With a grimace the man raised his glass to his lips, taking a swig of the wine. 

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❝then you make it❞ jacquetta said and smiled warmly ❝in this world, women have to create space, and take for ourselves. if it is not made for you, then change and make it for you.❞

━ › @jaquettacovingtons ! ━ › 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡: ⸻ "hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can."

❝ how can i, this is not made for me. ❞

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anyone caught your eye?

i haven't been looking...

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jaquetta was running after her four year old son, as he ran through the park. ❝james! come here❞ while she was a lady and had a nanny with her, her own parents had not been absent during her childhood, and since she was the only parent her son had, she wanted to be there for him. after all, she loved her son so very much. finally she caught up to him as he bumped into someone. ❝oh my i am so very sorry.❞ suddenly jacquetta recognized the women as the princess anabelle. she felt even more embarrassed, but did not take it out on her son. after all, he was so young, he did not know who stood before him. she looked at her son and said   ❝now, what do we say when we do not watch where we are going?❞ she asked curiously. the little four year old looked up at them and said   ❝i’m sorry.❞ jacquetta added ❝your majesty❞ and he looked up, looking scared  ❝your majesty❞ and with that he ran back to the nanny   ❝i truly am sorry, your majesty are you alright?❞ she had not heard much about the young princess, and hoped she was not mean or rude, especially to a young child. there was a lot jacquetta would put up with anyone hurting her son was not one of them 

the morning was bright, the sun high in the sky and shining splendidly. much to her ward’s dismay, anabelle had chosen to miss out on the festivities from the night before, and now following her reading of lady whistledown’s latest issue, she was rather glad she had. it seemed that the woman had eyes everywhere, even in the most seemingly private and secluded places. with the issue in hand, the princess continued to read as she strolled through the stunning gardens, the scent of the fresh flowers providing an aroma that was simply divine. the woman could hear the gentle laughter of women as they walked with their potential suitors. with eyes glued to the paper, analyzing each and every word of the formidable lady whistledown, anabelle was not entirely focused on where she was walking to, and somehow found herself walking straight into someone. with a soft gasp, azure hues widened as the princess quickly stumbled back. “oh- my apologies.. I really should to keep an eye on where i am going.” the princess spoke, her hands wringing together in embarrassment as her cheeks turned a deep rouge colour. “i am simply not used to so many people being out for a stroll at this hour.” it was true, but a lousy explanation nonetheless.

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jaquetta was running after her four year old son, as he ran through the park. ❝james! come here❞ while she was a lady and had a nanny with her, her own parents had not been absent during her childhood, and since she was the only parent her son had, she wanted to be there for him. after all, she loved her son so very much. finally she caught up to him as he bumped into someone ❝oh my i am so very sorry.❞ she looked at her son and said  ❝now, what do we say when we do not watch where we are going?❞ she asked curiously. the little four year old looked up at them and said  ❝i’m sorry.❞ and with that he ran back to the nanny  ❝i truly am sorry, are you alright?❞

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❝honestly, ❞ jacquetta began ❝that sounds a lot more enjoyable than my evening.❞ she hadn't had a bad time, but she also wasn't into all the dancing and such everyone else was. ❝it was lovely, i would've rather be home with my son, but i have to keep up appearances, for when he is old enough to actually be lord covington❞

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" listening to all this gossip almost makes me wish i had attended the ball . but alas i have promised thayla that i would pretend to be faeries in the drawing room with her . " the widowed mckenzie mused under her breath before turning her attention on the other , " did you enjoy the evening ? "

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jaquetta laughed ❝oh come on, it can not be that bad❞ she too was not in the mood for gossip 

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❝ if i have to listen to any more of lady wurthington's nonsense , i will throw myself in front of a moving carriage. ❞

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anyone caught your eye?

i have met very nice, kind, and handsome gentleman. however has one spefici caught my eye? no. as i've said, i am not looking for marriage. i have a son to take care of, and an estate to look after until he is old enough to run it. romance is the last thing i worry about.