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The Duchess' Notepad
After recording the events of the week in my notepad, I have had many requests to divulge what has been written. So, here it goes, and not all of it is pleasant :P
Extra-Marital Fondling
While at the opera in Languedoc, I caught Her Royal Highness the Comtesse d'Artois with a handsome gentleman, though not her husband. Naturally, I paid no attention to the opera, though I heard it was very good. Though it is widely known about the Comte's liaisons with the Dauphine, it seems that Mme la Comtesse is having an affair of her own now. Maman finds this fascinating also, as she attended the opera with me.
Lesbionic Liaisons
At the English Spring Ball, held at the Buckingham House in London, Her Highness the Princesse de Lamballe was caught dancing with another lady. We already know of Mme la Princesse'ss ill taste for men due to her frequent correspondances with the Dauphine, but it seems her taste has now turned elsewhere. The name of this english lady is unknown, I must write to G. to have her keep a look out.
Sexual Harassment
While having tea today on the parterre, an unusual Russian gentleman, with no wig on, decided to perch himself on to the lap of Msr le Prince de Carpgne. Naturally the Prince was not amused, and what made the situation worse was the fact that this gentleman refused to even acknowledge the Cmt. de Provence, much to his dismay.
Paranormal Activity
While pondering on Msr. le Conte Cagliostro's secret to a pale complexion, he chose to reveal to us that he was in fact.. a vampire. Naturally at this point I fainted, and awoke to find him discussing with the Cmt. de Provence that he has sold his soul to some randomer. I of course have already sold my soul to the devil for the knowledge of all things fabulous, but I do believe he has took it to the extreme merely to acquire pale skin.
Attempted Fondling
Meanwhile, when I fainted, I was awoken by the Pr. de Carpgne, who was feeling my bosom! Naturally I was not amused, and Mme. Etiquette gave him a right scolding. He seems to be after the notepad that I am writing in at present. God knows what would happen if he knew what I have wrote in here. Page 7 is of particular interest as you know...
Your Grace, I really must protest as to the aspersions you cast upon my character! I was merely checking your heart was still beating and that the Comte de Cagliostro hadn't had his dastardly way and done you in. That was the only reason my hand went down your stays.By the way, have you found a signet ring with my family crest? I seem to have lost it in your... gorge, shall we say? It is the one I use to seal my billets doux, and should appreciate its quick return! In the wrong hands much mischief could be made...As for the gentleman on my chair, well! I thought it was le vice Italien, not le vice Russe! Unfortunately for me, he was neither my kind, nor to my taste. Perhaps another day - maybe at a Venetian Ball? I have heard they are especially fine.I hope for many more excerpts from your ample bosom-pad, madame.I am, as always, your faithful servant,WL
Ah! So that's what is was! Do not worry Msr. le Prince, your ring is in my boudoir, I shall return it to you shortly. And, for you, Your Royal Highness, if you took the time and attention to make sure you weren't caught fondling at the opera (even during the dull bits), we wouldn't be in this situation, you only have yourself to blame. And Your Royal Highness Cmts. de Provence, you should be thankful you are not mentioned.. though all in good time.. don't you worry