March 31st, 1891 — Macnair Residence, Inverness-shire
After the nightmare of an night and start to his day, Charles had finally found a spring in his step. Not literally, however, he was still far too sore for that sort of sudden, jerky movement but once he'd gotten home and cleaned himself up he felt a great deal more optimistic. His drunken foolishness last night had been deeply regrettable but what did it matter when he would be the one marrying his cousin? Macnair witnessing him in such a state was his consolation prize and really his fault for rigging the duel, even if he still denied it.
The pain in his side was still bad but the rest had made a big difference and there was nothing on the earth that would stop him from claiming his bride that afternoon. It also helped that he'd had a plethora of different potions to help him remain upright without wanting to vomit from the pain. He'd made a rush order for flowers and had a handsome bouquet for Mrs. Macnair and a modest but very classy minimalist bouquet of lilies for Tatiana - she was getting the ring, after all - and for her uncle he'd found a nice bottle of whiskey from his own cupboard that he'd yet to open because he didn't want to push himself too far again, certainly not before seeing her.
There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that this was a mere formality, she'd as good as accepted yesterday when she'd said she needed to refuse her cousin before she could in good conscience accept him. For the millionth time he marveled at how such a woman could exist - to be the perfect balance of intelligence, beauty, goodness, and honesty - and better still to be all his! He was also hoping there'd be a chance to kiss her again, an even better kiss than last time. But first the formalities, where would they be without formalities?
He arrived right on time as if he'd made it in to work, his servant in tow carrying all but the little bouquet for Tatiana. It was a little odd being back there again so soon but he didn't have the time or inclination to dwell on that. Thankfully his injury was still painful enough to make holding in the ridiculous grin he felt taunting the corners of his mouth a lot easier than it might've been otherwise. Charles, along with his manservant laden with gifts, were shown into a reception room. There he waited eagerly, and a little nervously truth be told, for her arrival. Tatiana, my dearest. Had he not been in such high spirits, so sure of himself, he probably would have been embarrassed for having used a term of endearment so readily.
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