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Georgiana Everdale
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Bending, feeling perhaps more emboldened by their impending nuptials, as well as thoroughly exhausted still, from her prolonged rest these past few days, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, then straightened, nodded to Lizzie, "You should do the same, Dove. I imagine you'll grow more excited by Scotland than you presume to be, now. I've heard lovely things about it, and anyway, we'll be a family when we've arrived. And surely that comes with some excitement, all on it's own."
Turning, she made her way from the room, and back upstairs to her own quarters. It would be strange, leaving Wintersmith - not because it possessed any sense of homeyness to her, anymore. All in all, she was rather put off by it, considering how many tragedies the walls now held, but because it was, in fact, the first real home she'd had. Mason had taken her in, and very rightly shouldn't have, but she had come to love the place, not for the place itself, but the people within it.
Into her room she went, and as she began packing, she considered their next steps on the journey, and how far she had come - a journey she had never actually intended to take. Perhaps for once, she and Mason were due for some goodness in their lives... some peace. Real and genuine happiness... Perhaps.