Revolution

[Daz]

".. Yes, Ma'am." She nods, glancing aside to Jane before disappearing up to take care of that request.

Once he's disappeared I begin to prepare myself.. which is harder than I thought without all my old luxuries. I have to make do with the pins I have left to tidy my hair back, and deal with my tattered peticoats. I feel like a street urchin or someone rather.. disgusting.
I frown a little, going to check the children myself once I'm ready.

I head out into the hallway some moments after she left, where I find Mary, approaching me.

"Sir, I have put out your best suit, in your bedroom."

I frown a little, opening my mouth to reply, but pause as I see one of our guests heading towards us...

[Lauren]

I see the owner of this fine house leaving what I presume to be his study, and stand up straight, hoping he didnt see me leaning on the door looking sorry for myself. I walk over to him.
"Good morning, sir," I say, not sure what to call him exactly. I hold out my hand to shake him. "I want to thank you again for you kind hospitality, my family and I are most greatful," I hate grovelling, I hate having to lower myself to this, but I have to appreciate that if it wasnt for these people my wife and children would have been slaughtered with the rest.

I leave the kitchen and see Edward and the French man at the top of the stairs. I glance across at the mirror once more and check my hair and dress are neat and look nice.
I walk up the stairs to meet them. I stand next to Edward and link my arm through his leaning on him slightly, despite how angry I am with him.
"Good morning, dear," I say, kissing his cheek lightly. I glance down at his clothes and notice he hasnt yet changed. I frown and glare at him a little.

[Daz]

I glance to her and then back to him, gripping his hand firmly, "Our house is always open to those in need." I tell him, after pausing over thought of what I should tell him, "I believe we met breifly last night, though let my introduce myself again. I am Edward and this is my Wife, Katherine.. and one of our maids, Mary. If you are in need of anything feel free to ask."

[Lauren]

I hold my hand out to him when Edward says my name.

I take her hand and kiss it lightly on the nuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gapsard, and my wife, Elisabeth, should be out soon, she's making herself presentable."

"I realise this must be a hard time for you all," I say, trying to be nice, since my husband seems to struggle in that area. "But please, make yourself at home here. Our home is your home," I smile, running my fingers lightly over Edwards arm as I stay leaning on him, at least trying to appear like a normal married couple.

[Daz]

"Indeed, it is." I agree, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Mama!" One of the girls awakes, suddenly, "Mama! Mama!"
"Yes, yes, I'm here." I make my way over to her. Amelie, my youngest, hasn't a clue of the past few days, and when she's been out of her slumber she's been in a panic such as this. I just try to keep her calm for now, going to sit by her.. "I'm here, darling."
She leans over and clings to her mother, worried about her new surroundings.
"We're going to be alright now," I tell her, "This is our new home. Everything will be fine here."

[Lauren]

I glance up at Edward, glaring at him. He could at least make an effort. If it wasnt for Gaspard standing in front of us, I would tell him off right now. I look back at Gaspard and force a smile.
"Forgive the mess the house is in," I say, meaning both the physical mess, which wasnt much, our servants were rather efficient, and my husbands mental mess. "Lunch is served in the main dining hall, whenever you and your wife are ready, just call Mary or one of our other maids," I say, gestering to the maid by my side.

"Thank you, you're most gracious hoasts," I smile, feeling incredibly fake. "I shall return to my room and inform my wife," I bow shortly and return to my wife.

[Daz]

As he turns to leave I glance over to Katherine, unamused by all this already.. without further words I head off to change my attire.

I pick her up as I hear someone enter again, and head out into the main room to see Gaspard return.. "How is everything?"

[Lauren]

I follow behind him, unable to keep quiet for too long.
"You should try to be a bit nicer," I say, "They're going to think we're ignorant and rude if you don't make an effort. Do you want them to find out the truth?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't like them. They're so fake, and phoney ... but I suppose we cannot complain, we have to just make the best of it," Amelie holds her arms out to me as I walk through to room. I ignore her and sit down at the writing desk. For a moment I was about to write home, write to our friends, and our family, but then I suddenly realised - they're all dead.
I rest my chin in my palm, my other hand fiddling with the ink pen.

[Daz]

I walk over to place a hand on his shoulder, unsure about what to answer him, because of course, we have little choice in this. We'll just have to make do with what we have.

I stop and turn to her once we enter my room, "I *am* making an effort! What do you WANT me to do? Shower them with gifts?!"

[Lauren]

I smile slightly, placing my hand on top of hers on my shoulder. "This is a sad prediciment indeed," I mumbled, then stand up to face her. "But we'll survive," I put one hand on the side of her face and kiss her, then take Amelie from her arms.
"Get the children dressed," I say softly. "They've prepared lunch for us,"

"Well, that would be something wouldn't it, because you never shower me with gifts. Not once have you bought me a gift since we've been married, not once!" I shout. "What did I do to make you hate me so much?" I ask. "It wasnt me who forced you into this marriage, it wasnt me who forced you into taking in these people, I'm just trying to do my best for you, and what do I get in return?"