[Moving to Port Royal had not been something Edward was thrilled about. Not that his wishes ever mattered much. His father had business here and it was quite a boon for the Nashton family. A nice little nod to their status as properly wealthy, despite a few economic difficulties in the past few years. It meant their business was both trusted and desirable.
Well. "Their".
Really just the head of the household. Edward was barely acknowledged, despite being the only heir. Worse than an afterthought. Which only made it seem even more pointless for him to be here, in this sticky and humid place. He'd been far happier in the climate back in London. Here, he'd resorted to just staying indoors, where at least the sun wouldn't bother him as much.
...Not that... he was exactly allowed out much. His father had decided it was better if he didn't leave the estate. Far too worried Edward would somehow damage the family reputation, somehow.
This'd be more tolerable if he had all his books from home. But he only had the few he managed to pack himself, the rest still back in London, collecting dust. And without being able to go out and get new ones, this was all he could read. It left him with remarkably little to do. But he knew better than to complain about it.
He still... vividly remembered the last time he had expressed unhappiness about the situation.
It was quiet in the estate that night. His parents were off at some fancy get-together, "networking" or what have you. Edward was sitting in his room, which looked more like a servant's quarters than the more lavish master bedroom reserved for his parents or the guest rooms. The lantern he lit at least providing him with plenty of light in the space for reading.
...Until the sound of ringing bells got his attention, and he sat up at attention, looking out the window he was sat by, adjusting his spectacles. He could hear some shouts, as well.
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inhotwater2020-11-07 06:00 pm
we kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Well. "Their".
Really just the head of the household. Edward was barely acknowledged, despite being the only heir. Worse than an afterthought. Which only made it seem even more pointless for him to be here, in this sticky and humid place. He'd been far happier in the climate back in London. Here, he'd resorted to just staying indoors, where at least the sun wouldn't bother him as much.
...Not that... he was exactly allowed out much. His father had decided it was better if he didn't leave the estate. Far too worried Edward would somehow damage the family reputation, somehow.
This'd be more tolerable if he had all his books from home. But he only had the few he managed to pack himself, the rest still back in London, collecting dust. And without being able to go out and get new ones, this was all he could read. It left him with remarkably little to do. But he knew better than to complain about it.
He still... vividly remembered the last time he had expressed unhappiness about the situation.
It was quiet in the estate that night. His parents were off at some fancy get-together, "networking" or what have you. Edward was sitting in his room, which looked more like a servant's quarters than the more lavish master bedroom reserved for his parents or the guest rooms. The lantern he lit at least providing him with plenty of light in the space for reading.
...Until the sound of ringing bells got his attention, and he sat up at attention, looking out the window he was sat by, adjusting his spectacles. He could hear some shouts, as well.
What on earth...?]