Chapter 11: A Precursor To Manhood The Balcony, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England (1762)... Alain Remington had had enough of Cornelius Eyston for one night and several lifetimes. The diner had been its usual boring onslaught of questions about his personal affairs, whether or not he had a love life, and the constant goading on the part of his impish cousin and well-meaning but often overbearing mother on whether or not he had met someone. His father did his best to interject on his behalf and Reginald proved to be quite the force of nature when steering one clear of unwanted conversation. Thoughts of Noreen had seemed to increase despite his best efforts to suppress them at least when in the presence of his family. Casimir was all laughs when it came to his younger brother's discomfort as he had known it all too well. It wasn't an especially good night for Alain as he stormed out of the dining hall and out toward the balcony finally fed up with attempting to endure dinne

Chapter 13: When Given To Want Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England....(1762) Blaring sunlight managed to pierce through the drapes of Alain Remington's bedchambers as he found himself awakening with a bit of a late start following his overexertion the previous afternoon when he ventured to the old grove to see Noreen as per the usual. What he had not expected was the full-on whirlwind of a romance that blossomed between them to take on another measure of intrigue. Despite what occurred, he mostly kept to himself the memories of that fateful afternoon so vivid in his mind that nothing else seemed to matter in the grand scheme of things. As they parted, she had eluded to the fact that she wanted to see him again and he was more than willing to oblige her. Upon awakening, he had taken note of his fantasies becoming more based in reality when it came to Noreen and their courtship as it were. He now knew what her voice sounded like when dripping with passion,

Chapter 15: Something Of An Inspired Change The Study, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England (1762)..... A summons from Sir Alfred Remington saw Alain receiving yet another interruption as he attempted to finish up his latest works. After leaving the old grove, he spent the better part of his evening completing three paintings in record time, a first for any painter, especially within the Duchene household. His father had been contacted by an art dealer looking to improve upon his collection. Alana's paintings were not up for sale as she collected them herself and showed them off at her many parties. The gentleman interested was a wealthy nobleman by the name of Sir Herbert Calhoun who seemed to be fascinated by Alain's latest works as they came in rare supply. He bought most of them and with this new direction his work was taking he became even more of a fan of it. When Alain arrived he'd been dressed rather casually in a paint-splattered long-sleeve white shirt unbuttoned a

Chapter 17: All Manner Of Question And Scandalous IntrigueCasimir's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)... Intense grunting could be heard at the door of Casimir Duchene's bedchambers, The brilliantly carved maple oak wood doors did little to keep out the noises as Casimir saw to sating his lustful appetite after having woken up that morning in a state of much-needed attention. He had managed to corner one of the working maids and a bumbling servant boy now and again as they made their rounds. For years rumor and conjecture existed about Casimir's less-than-savory tendencies but no one ever found any truth to it. Casimir of course was quite the dastardly lad when it came to his desires in terms of sexual exploits. This morning had been no different as he awoke in the center of his rather large black four-poster bed amid specially stitched sheets of gold and pillows of the softest plush and white that lined his bed when it had been made as well as the floor

Chapter 19: The Upcoming Tides Of Change The Lobkney Docks, Boylsten, England, (1762)... Chilled winds wafted in from a murky sea and the stench of rancid garbage and the salty sea air was quite abundant as Alain made his way toward the Lobkney Docks on the south end of Bolysten. It was a seedy place and it was interesting that Noreen opted to meet him in such a place. He nearly lost himself in the onset of sea fog but navigated it in time to find her standing at the end of the docks with what appeared to have been a lot on her mind. He didn't know much about her background before their love affair took place but he was willing to listen to whatever she had to say if they were meeting in such a public location. Noreen seemed a bit sad but quickly wiped away her tears as she rushed over to him throwing her arms around his neck and treating him to a series of seemingly desperate kisses. "Are you alright Love?" asked Alain with a good deal of concern in his tone. "I'm fine," re