————𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 ;; Bᴀʀʀɪsᴛᴇʀ. Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀǫᴜᴇss. Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ.

Dinner at the Vienna tonight with a few business partners. The Valerian is sure to follow for some drinks.

his other hand now, raising it to his lips for another sip. “A menu as well.” He added shortly before sipping. @Astrid__HP

“We’re to hold a dinner party here Friday next. I expect you to come up with a list that includes a few names I have for you.” Words were short, bored almost as his gaze never faltered from the newspaper in his hand. Breakfast was nearly untouched apart from the coffee cup in-

He’s taking a leisure horse ride in the park between his appointments for the day —

He can be found hunched over his desk, furiously writing and scribbling his notes before his thoughts are lost. There is no light apart from the single candle beside him. His white shirt is pulled from his pants, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he works.

“How’s your dance card?” He murmured from behind his glass down to his sister. This had been his dreadful life now; a nagging mother trying to marry off his sister. Damn his own mother for making him do as such, the crazy fool. @Astrid__HP

Business in the city today. He will be out of the house for a better part of the day.

He is sitting at the breakfast table, food practically untouched as he sat back, the daily newspaper having taken his interest.

Drink in hand, Kit quietly makes his rounds about the ballroom. He stops here and there to converse or give hellos to acquaintances.

For your regency masquerade viewing pleasure

“Isn’t it always?” A short, low laugh was given. “And you? Something troubles you?”

Scotch. Make it a double at that

God, please.

Get these mothers 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝐞