“ i see i am not the first to have thoughts of escape, ” he said, eyeing with amusement the woman who now occupied what he’d intended to be his sanctuary. london society was easily grown weary of -- and any productive conversations he might have had with those few fellow mps in attendance had long faded into more jovial talk of the london season. he supposed he could not begrudge them their enjoyment, but he could find little in it himself. london did not interest him, and he found himself making for the library instead, head full of thoughts of cornwall and his family at nampara. and when he found the place already taken, he could not deny the twinge of momentary frustration he felt. but he let it pass quickly. “ i would say i did not dare disturb your solitude, but i fear it may be the only way to find some of my own, ” he added, the ghost of a smile on his lips. // @prjudice liked for a starter!
