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- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
@rissa
Christopher Willoughby strode down the hallway, adjusting his clothing. Finding a governess for his three sisters had been difficult. He could, of course, have paid for a separate governess for each of them, but they were so close in age, he didn't really wish to separate them during their studies. He knew he was overprotective, and had been putting this off so his mother could console herself fussing about them, but his sisters were reaching the age of ten now, they needed a proper education. If only any of the governesses he had interviewed had taken any interest in THEM instead of himself.
He took a breath, and then entered the waiting room. The woman whose face greeted him was attractive, in a way, but not in the typical manner of beauty, he might have almost said masculine. She held herself with perfect comportment, but her cloth was poor, as expected of a governess. "Miss Pembrook?" He waited for her to rise, then bowed to her. "My name is Christopher Willoughby. It's a pleasure to meet you." She'd already been served tea, so he sat in the settee across from her, while the maids served him a cup as well.
Christopher Willoughby strode down the hallway, adjusting his clothing. Finding a governess for his three sisters had been difficult. He could, of course, have paid for a separate governess for each of them, but they were so close in age, he didn't really wish to separate them during their studies. He knew he was overprotective, and had been putting this off so his mother could console herself fussing about them, but his sisters were reaching the age of ten now, they needed a proper education. If only any of the governesses he had interviewed had taken any interest in THEM instead of himself.
He took a breath, and then entered the waiting room. The woman whose face greeted him was attractive, in a way, but not in the typical manner of beauty, he might have almost said masculine. She held herself with perfect comportment, but her cloth was poor, as expected of a governess. "Miss Pembrook?" He waited for her to rise, then bowed to her. "My name is Christopher Willoughby. It's a pleasure to meet you." She'd already been served tea, so he sat in the settee across from her, while the maids served him a cup as well.