𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓 , 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 .
Sunlight filtered into the vast drawing room of the manor located on Grovestreet . The building had once been entailed to the reputable Beckham family . Nowadays , it had been purchased by Colonel Albert Longstaff and had been in use for some years to house the core members of his regiment . All of whom had been wounded recently in the Peninsular war and had been sent home to rest . The colonel himself was no exception to this rule .
The calm silence in the room was filled only by the scratching of a quill on paper , the turning of pages of a book , and the gentle clanking of glassware . It was broken a moment later when one of the gentlemen , who had deigned it not worth the effort to attempt to tie back his flowing locks , spoke .
❝ 𝓘 must confess , I have never felt so indisposed to bitterness towards Theodore than I have found myself recently . ❞ He mused aloud . Raucous laughter escaped one of his companions at this, causing a slight quirk to appear on his lips .
❝ 𝓙ealous , are you ? I am not sure Theodore would share your sentiments . Do you remember how he worried over just how many tears the girls would shed over him the moment he crossed the threshold ? ❞
❝ 𝓔ven if they are a bit prone to hysterics , they are a lovely bunch of ladies . You had best curb your criticisms , Sparks , lest it mysteriously makes its way to the Haywood boy that you’ve been talking ill of his sisters . ❞
❝ 𝓡ight you are , Archer . I am not exactly fixing to duel him at the moment . I fear I am still not wholly recovered from that close brush with a cannonball . ❞
❝ 𝓣hey are good girls , you two . They grow in merit for the fact that they helped raise Theo into the man he is today . ❞ The quieter of the two , who bore a more solemn countenance said . He stared at them with a disapproving glint to his eye .
The casual atmosphere was interrupted by hurried footsteps , accompanied by the door to the room being thrown open .