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[renegadeheart]

The door, Marguerite is overjoyed to discover, leads the Blakeneys right bck to their Richmond estate, and shuts again to leave them back in the world. In the real world.

Marguerite's cape is taken from her, and she retains her composure perfectly while the staff greet them home and retire to the man and lady's respective rooms, leaving them alone, finally.

She staggers, suddenly overcome and weak.

"...Percy?"

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[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

"But they don't quite know what to do with a woman as clever as yourself."

It is sad, but true. He loves his country, but Percy will quickly admit that his countrymen are not precisely stimulating.

[renegadeheart]

And they keep talking during the opera.

"I will go back," she decides, with only a gentle questioning tone to highlight that it would only be with his blessing. "I cannot leave the mystery unexplored."

But not tonight. Or rather, this morning. She's too spent for that.

[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

"I suspected you might." Percy smiles again. His heart skips a beat or two to see his wife's quicksilver mind engaged with something so stimulating.

[renegadeheart]

And racing it is, that mind that's so well spoken of throughout Europe. Marguerite will no doubt dream of the endless possibilities when she sleeps, she's so stimulated by the place.

"And, you, my darling Percy. I can't wait to find out what they make of you."

The bravest man in all of Europe, and she's the only woman to know.

[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

Percy laughs. "What is there to make of?" he teases. After all, everyone knows he's a harmless fop.

[renegadeheart]

Well, quite.

Marguerite laughs as well, finding the one strand of his hair that escapes on the ride home or in the excitement of the magic inn. She smooths it back into the immaculate coiffure and makes a play at pretending to straighten his cravat.

"The most fashionable man in England, and favourite of the Prince of Wales? Whatever they think, you won't be ignored."

Except possibly as a strategy to make him go away.

[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

"But if they don't ignore me, however shall I know what to do with them?" Percy asks, one of his hands rising to gently brush across the fingers at his throat.

[renegadeheart]

"I am sure," she says, catching his fingers but leaving her hand against his chest, "you shall think of something."

He always does.

[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I shall," he agrees.

"After," he squeezes her hand, "a good night's rest."

[renegadeheart]

"As always, your plans are impeccable," Marguerite says, kissing the hand over hers.

They'll go to their beds, and in the morning she'll have the nergy to really appreciate what they've found. In the meantime, there is the delightful prospect of another night under the roof of Blakeney Manor.