The queen of hearts is so ill-fitting; he thinks Sylvie is far from a woman in love. Maybe that's why she gets rid of it while talking about the unwanted marriage her brother's machinations are pushing her into and in which she sees no love about to happen. It's very doubtful there's someone else she prefers, either, because if there were, surely she would have run to them, not crossed the English Channel to live among strangers. Unless the person she loves is unattainable, of course. Twice the pity in that case.
A king of hearts is just as ill-fitting yet that is the very thing Melbourne picks up from the orderly pile of the rest of the deck, hiding it among the cards in his hand. It'll hardly become useful in this game of pretend. When his eyes meet Sylvie's again, the forlorn look on her causes a missed beat on his heart-- well, mayhaps the previous thought was correct after all as he knows a thing or two about love, and the lack of it.
He leans back in the chair, pats the pocket of his waistcoat and finds what he's looking for. There's no need to make a spectacle of her teary eyes so when he places the next card on the table, it is discreetly accompanied with his handkerchief. It's nothing fancy, no silk or embroidered initials as he's over such fineries, but it's still a nice, soft cotton handkerchief with one row of hemstitching - though Melbourne would be hard-pressed to know the term.
"I don't know, to be honest. It's a difficult question. You see, freedom was never my calling. Duty to my homeland, on the other hand..." It had been a sore point with him and Victoria that he had been so devoted to serving this country. He most certainly would never rid himself of Britain.
"I would not wish you to marry out of obligation, nor for love alone, though I realise that idea is difficulf for the young to accept. Marriage is hard. There should always be more than one reason to enter such a contract."
[ooc: Fixing a sentence in previous tag: Do you imagine anyone in this room... etc.
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A king of hearts is just as ill-fitting yet that is the very thing Melbourne picks up from the orderly pile of the rest of the deck, hiding it among the cards in his hand. It'll hardly become useful in this game of pretend. When his eyes meet Sylvie's again, the forlorn look on her causes a missed beat on his heart-- well, mayhaps the previous thought was correct after all as he knows a thing or two about love, and the lack of it.
He leans back in the chair, pats the pocket of his waistcoat and finds what he's looking for. There's no need to make a spectacle of her teary eyes so when he places the next card on the table, it is discreetly accompanied with his handkerchief. It's nothing fancy, no silk or embroidered initials as he's over such fineries, but it's still a nice, soft cotton handkerchief with one row of hemstitching - though Melbourne would be hard-pressed to know the term.
"I don't know, to be honest. It's a difficult question. You see, freedom was never my calling. Duty to my homeland, on the other hand..." It had been a sore point with him and Victoria that he had been so devoted to serving this country. He most certainly would never rid himself of Britain.
"I would not wish you to marry out of obligation, nor for love alone, though I realise that idea is difficulf for the young to accept. Marriage is hard. There should always be more than one reason to enter such a contract."
[ooc: Fixing a sentence in previous tag: Do you imagine anyone in this room... etc.
Also you can check wikipedia if you aren't already familiar with the term hemstitching:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemstitch ]