It was all well and good for a man to advocate for the status quo - especially a man like ozy - a rich well to do gentleman with property, autonomy and the vote.

'Well at least if we are on difference sides we are both covered' she jibed. 'If we fail you can use all of your money to get me out of jail, and I'll look after your children - I promise I wont tell them Monsters will eat them - which you know Propyria will' she stood from her seat and went to the side table and poured herself a whiskey 'and if we win I'll make sure you won't get guillotined.' she cocked her head and gave a small smile.

She joked about it, but she hadn't resigned herself to spinsterhood just yet - but she was far too aware of the fact that time was quickly slipping away from her and that as this year progressed, her future as the spinster aunt -cum governess to the sprogs that Ozy would spawn, who would likely be as satisfied with the status quo as their father

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