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    Waiting on the Love of a Traveling Soldier - 11/15 Morning, Shellten Observatory - Grant/Rubianne/Possibly Aloise

    Thomas, as Thomas was wont to do, thought that Grant was being rash. "But sir, you haven't even had word from her grace yet. Don't you think you are putting the cart ahead of the proverbial horse?" The valet made no move beyond his speech however, to stop Grant. Instead, he handed him his canteen, which the lord casually stuffed into one of the saddle bags he was packing. The servant let out a sigh, and shrugged. "And what am I supposed to do until you return, my lord?"

    The head of House Hepburn pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger in an attempt to remember the plethora of things he was forgetting. Shaking the frustration free, he nodded at Thomas' words. "Doesn't matter," he assured the valet. "The longer we delay, the more likely Dastan will do something drastic, and I already gave Aloise my word that I would move to free Delphia and Veronica, even without Queen Vivienne's blessing.

    Of course, he wasn't setting out right away. Seamus and Bosleigh still had to prepare themselves, and he would have to assemble the riders that escorted the former to Hebron. And he had a few other things to put in order as well. In response to Thomas' final question, Grant nodded. "As a matter of fact, yes. If you could see if Lady Remington is awake, I would like to speak with her," he said.

    Thomas nodded and turned, making his way toward Rubianne's chambers. Grant cleared his throat softly, and the valet paused and looked back. "Of course my lord," he said, spinning about and making his way instead to Grant's rooms. They had been up late after returning from the play, and Remington had decided to stay. Or was asked to stay. Or it had been implied she should stay. All of the above would have been true. But as it was, Grant had risen early and was about his day, content to let the woman sleep in. But Rubianne was not the type to linger in bed alone, and she would likely be up and about by this time.

    Grant had not yet discussed his pending departure with the woman. That was what he had planned to discuss with her now, even if he was held back by Vivienne for a few days. She and Thomas would be all that remained to care for his holdings here, as he was determined to keep Maera and Satrina from attempting to take over while he was gone. That, and if Gavin remained in the capital, he would need Remington to remind him of his place, should the other two females try to persuade him to squat in the Observatory.


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    Ruby had woken, cold and wrapped awkwardly in furs, alone in bed again. She rolled her eyes, the gods apparently forbid Grant to wake her up when he left. Heaving a sigh, she had rolled out of bed and cleaned up before throwing on a long black silk dress. It wasn't lady like, not that she cared, but she liked it. The top hugged her body while, at the waistline, it come down in pleats. It swished about her feet pleasantly when she walked, and always went with a good pair of heels. She finished the outfit off with her necklace and bracelet, her new favorite accessories, and fluffed her curls so they laid across her shoulders just right.

    All of her dressing for the day was in vein, she knew it, she had no plans to leave the house but only to play with her puppy. Maggie had gone out to do her business, Ruby escorted her and would not allow anyone else to do so, and brought her back inside to play in front of the fire. The pup had begun to learn and was catching on quite quickly. She always stuck to the left of Ruby and never stepped more than a foot away. She was proud of the four legged companion she had and at least it gave her someone to talk to so she didn't go crazy while Grant was occupied elsewhere and in no need of her.

    It was when the knock came at the door that Ruby looked up, her brow furrowed, but as she bid them to enter she was greeted by Thomas. His message was clear and she had given him a confident nod before allowing the man to depart. Lord Hepburn wanted to speak with her and she bid Maggie to follow her. Through the halls she could hear the ring of her heels and the jingle of the dog's collar, but nothing else. So quiet.

    Finally when the pair came to the Lord's study, she knocked three times and waited for the Lord to grant her entrance into his presence.

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    Near as he could tell, things were as far in order as they could be until he had a more clear directive. Grant's incessant need to plan for most eventualities was in stark contrast to how he had acted in Rubianne's presence the previous week. If she had taught him nothing else, he could credit her for instilling an unusual amount of impulsiveness into him. Thankfully, he had a three day ride to break himself of that habit. Three days to resume the mantle of commander and lord. The last thing he could afford was for the men to assume he was as willy nilly as he had acted with the Remington woman.

    As he buckled the last strap on his bag and pulled it tight, there was a trio of soft knocks at the door. Turning, he gave it a puzzled look before shaking his head. "Enter," he called casually, expecting that perhaps it could be Gavin with word from the queen. He had already moved to the rack on the far end of the wall which contained his personal repertoire of blades. Looking them over, he snapped up the stiletto and the billhook, setting the former into his riding boots and making a note to fit the latter into his saddle. The longsword he turned to toss on the desk, when he spotted Rubianne standing in the doorway.

    "My Lady," he said softly, noting how he had let the words fly so easily from his lips. Setting the blade down, he took a few steps towards her and smiled. "Did you sleep well," he asked, genuinely curious. They should both have been sufficiently spent from the prior evening's festivities to insure a restful night, but Grant never tended to speculate. He also never minded hearing that he had done enough to ensure that a woman had slept soundly.

    Without waiting for her to answer, Grant closed the distance between them with a few more steps, and put his hand on her cheek to draw her in for what was lengthier than a standard kiss good morning. Drawing back, he did his best to hide a small amount of blush, the most he ever managed to muster. "I hope that Thomas didn't disturb you. There was nothing urgent."

    Bending down, Grant rubbed the puppy's neck under the collar and patted her on the head. "And good morning to you as well, Maggie. I know you slept well. Practically made yourself comfortable on my face, didn't you?"


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    She stepped through the door and closed it behind her, after watching the puppy flop through the doorway. The door latched and she turned to see Grant set down a sword on the surface of his desk. Her eyebrows lifted in question but Grant effectively distracted her. She opened her mouth to answer his question but he crossed the room quickly and placed his lips on hers. She melted into him and closed her eyes tight.

    "My Lord." Her voice was more of a sigh when he pulled away, catching her breath. "I slept well, as I know you did too." She gave Grant a wink. "Thomas didn't disturb me at all. What is it that you wanted to discuss?"

    She watched as Grant paid attention to Maggie. "We truly should make her a good bed of furs. It is not decent that she sleeps with us, one day she will be too big." When he rose to his feet again she took his hand in her own and kissed the back of it. "I believe it goes without mentioning that your face is where I should be finding comfort, among other things."

    Her eyes fell back to the blade on his desk but she decided to keep her opinions to herself until she found the right moment to mention her observation.

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    Her commentary on how he should have slept was amusing to say the least. Remington was lucky that Grant hadn't fallen asleep in the balcony of the theater. If she would have had to carry him home, it would have served her right. But the man could hardly complain. He had more than gotten even when they returned to the observatory.

    Allowing the first question to pass, Grant smiled at Ruby as he pet the dog. "Awww....you're just a little girl, aren't you," he teased the pup as he swatted at her playfully. "Momma says you can't sleep with us anymore, because she gets jealous when I snuggle anyone but her, doesn't she?" The dog wagged its tail happily and slobbered on his hand as he tried to lick it. Grant pushed the scamp away and stood back up to look at the woman. "There's a letter of credit in my desk drawer," he told her with a smile. "It has my seal on it, and it's good for any establishment in the city. Whatever you need, just show it to the shopkeepers and they will make sure you have it."

    If he noticed her glancing at the sword, Grant didn't betray the fact. "I find comfort in yours," he said sincerely. There was no hint of innuendo, or anything inappropriate. There was just a look that said he meant the words, and that he didn't know what to do about them. Grant knew that he had to figure it out, and figure it out in the immediate future.

    Blinking away the fog for a moment, Grant remembered the other reason he had summoned Rubianne. "There's a list of appointments for next week," he said, handing her a piece of parchment. "None of it is too imperative, but it will give you good experience in how to handle the business. I've also listed the current rates for timber, paper, and maple syrup. They have substantial markup, so if someone feels the need to shake you down, there's room for a discount. Use your best judgment."

    He had thus far avoided the matter of his departure. Eventually she would ask, and he would have to tell her. But he wasn't sure what he would say or how she would react. Or how he would feel if she didn't react in a manner similar to how he felt about leaving. Mostly, he was avoiding whatever it was that was wrong with him.


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