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London 1691
James was studying very hard for his upcoming test. He needed to make Hennessey proud and so, he was focused on his book.
He saw Thomas every weekend. It was a nice time to share, and also let him study other kinds of things: chess, Spanish language, French language, tea manners, accountability, etc. But this time, Thomas was jealous of the book that was stealing James from him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll take your eyes off the book for quite some times, yes?” the young lord said, and yet he didn’t get an answer. Thomas sighed, and then noticed the ribbon on James’ hair.
Anne woke to the sound of hushed voices. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, belatedly realizing she’d fallen asleep in her coat, hat and boots. They’d come into port late last night, when Nassau was filled with a quiet darkness. Now warm light was streaming in the window. The voices were coming from Max and Jack, crowded next to the mirror–Jack was sitting in a chair, his back turned, and Max stood in front of him, leaning down, holding him by the chin.
“Hmm? Oh, I’m sorry, I was lost in
thought,” Thomas sighed, closing the book that rested open on his
knees, page forgotten.
Miranda smiled, laying a hand against
the pot of tea on the table to find, not surprisingly, that it had
gone cold. With a sigh she went over to Thomas and laid her hands on
his shoulders, resting her chin on top of his head as she followed
his gaze out the window at the harbor.
“He’ll be home soon,” she whispered
and Thomas nodded, reaching for her hand.
“I married a wonderful woman,” he
said softly, kissing her hand and Miranda chuckled.
“You didn’t marry me because I’m
wonderful,” she reminded him. “You married me because my father
wanted it that way. The fact that I am so wonderful is just a bonus
for you,” she chuckled and Thomas huffed.
“I miss him desperately,” he
whispered quietly against her hand and she nodded sadly.
“My mother has been feeling under the
weather again,” she said softly. “I imagine I’ll have to go and
visit her again…perhaps when a certain ship sails into port.”
Thomas twisted around to look at her
with his eyebrows raised. “Did you go because she needed you, or
did you go simply so I would be forced to take James along to my
sister’s wedding?”
Miranda just smirked.
“Really?” Thomas asked and she
chuckled, patting his shoulders as she turned away. “You love to
stir trouble, don’t you?” he asked with a smile.
“That’s what family is for, darling,”
she called as she left the parlor and Thomas shook his head with a
chuckle as he returned to watching the harbor, his spirits lifted. It
had been ten weeks already and with any hope, James would return
inside a month and then the other half of Thomas’ family would be
back with him.
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