Chapter 13: When Given To Want

Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England....(1762)

Blaring sunlight managed to pierce through the drapes of Alain Remington's bedchambers as he found himself awakening with a bit of a late start following his overexertion the previous afternoon when he ventured to the old grove to see Noreen as per the usual. What he had not expected was the full on whirlwind of a romance that blossomed between them to take on another measure of intrigue. Despite what occurred, he mostly kept to himself the memories of that fateful afternoon so vivid in his mind that nothing else seemed to matter in the grand scheme of things. As they parted, she had eluded to the fact that she wanted to see him again and he was more than willing to oblige her.

Upon awakening he had taken note of his fantasies becoming more based in reality when it came to Noreen and their courtship as it were. He now knew what her voice sounded like when dripping with passion, the feel of her naked flesh against his own still lingered as if he'd been a man touched by an illusive electric pulse that had not yet died but frequently intensified the more he dwelled on it's contact. He knew things he'd been previously ignorant of that made his already keen and detailed mind spin when actively brought to the forefront.

Noreen had a very pleasing scent when he had been close to her, her smooth porcelain like flesh as fragrant as magnolia flowers whenever her body was enmeshed with his own. With her he felt passion beyond his years and the eagerness to experience it as much as possible when given the chance. Casimir had been correct in his assessment of his younger brother for all those years prior to meeting Noreen. He had not known the true heights of passion, beforehand and it was very telling in his demeanor. Even his artistic ventures lacked the sentience of a soulful experience that made his work seem bland by comparison with his mother's own works.

It was strange in a sense to come to the conclusion that Noreen had inadvertently opened him up to a vast array of possibilities that he'd been unaware of before hand.

A knock upon his bedroom door alerted him to someone that required his presence. Quickly fumbling out of bed, Alain threw on a shirt and pulled on a pair of trousers he had tossed casually into an armchair on the other side of the room when he turned in for the night. His mind was in a daze ever since he'd left the grove and Noreen behind, but its much too subtle for those with an untrained eye to notice.

"Master Alain?" said voice of the concerned Geoffrey on the other end of the door. "Are you feeling well, Sir?"

Alain reached the door and unbarred it allowing the concerned man servant to see that he was well with his own eyes.

Geoffrey looked relieved when he opened the door standing before him disheveled, but alive and well nonetheless.

"As you can see Geoffrey, I am quite well." said Alain putting the weary lad's rampant imaginings to rest.

The fumbling servant nodded in agreement although he thought it strange that the usually punctual and neat man would once more find himself disheveled and lazing about on a clear morning such as this.

"Run along now Geoffrey, I have to see about making myself presentable for breakfast." instructed Alain. "I doubt mother is in the mood to be kept waiting."

The servant took his leave as Alain once closed the door setting about getting himself ready for the day. He knew breakfast with the family couldn't be avoided but he wasn't in the least willing to endure the onset of Casimir's game of twenty questions.

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Downstairs Dining Hall, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)...

Alain stroller casually into the dining hall clad in dark trousers and a long sleeve white shirt with dark riding boots. His notoriously long locks were pulled back into a neat ponytail and he seemed more relaxed than he had ever been previously when having to endure the unwanted company of his visiting cousin and the onslaught of many prying questions about his personal affairs.

Casimir descended the stairs next, his golden locks swayed as he ventured toward his favorite seat, a black long sleeve shirt and dark brown trousers covered his body along with his brown leather riding boots. He seemed rather pleased with himself as he observed his younger brother.

He knew all too well that something different had occurred following his brother's latest venture and he was determined to find out all of the juicy details once breakfast had come to an end.

"Pleasant morning, isn't it baby brother?" asked Casimir with a knowing smirk filed across his decidedly paled yet handsome face.

"It is a good morning." agreed Alain not at all minding the day. "Pleasant to say the least."

"Indeed " remarked Casimir getting comfortable in his chair.

Alain took his seat and attempted to figure out what he'd been in the mood for. The cooks usually had so many choices that it was often troublesome just making a decision.

Casimir had not stopped watching Alain since they sat down. His curious gray eyes seemed to be attempting to read his younger brother's very soul as he noted the subtle changes in his demeanor.

"So you've decided to take my advice and let her ride your cock after all." said Casimir with a knowing smirk.

Alain had been well on his way to choking on the water he attempted to consume as he looked over at his brother unable to understand how he knew so much.

Casimir continued to grin and handed his brother a bottle of wine he managed to swipe from the servants before sitting down.

"Little brother is now a man." he said amused before turning up the bottle and passing it to Alain whom had been still reeling from his latest choking incident.

"Shut up." growled Alain not wishing for everyone to over hear them. It was bad enough that they knew he was seeing some one and even worse for them to know how personal it had gotten.

"I bet she was a fiery Lass." said Casimir seemingly proud of his brother's latest conquest. "You did your best to make her scream I take it?"

Alain rolled his eyes.

"Can we not do this." he said annoyed. "It's bad enough that you know about it no need to tell everyone in the house."

Casimir grinned before turning his attention to his food. This Lady must have been someone special indeed if she had gotten his younger brother to get over his prudish nature in a bid to indulge in her company.

Lady Alana made her way down the stairs accompanied by Sir Alfred and of course Cornelius, Reginald and Remen. She was elegant as always this time wearing a green gown with gold trimmings and white lace. Her notorious golden locks were at her shoulders much as Casimir's had been and her baby blue eyes seemed to flicker with something akin to excitement. She was in the mood to paint again which meant more sales and more parties.

Casimir always looked forward to the vast number of parties his mother was capable of throwing and had even bothered to show himself at quite a few of them. Alain however was dreading it but not so much as he use to. He found himself once more preoccupied with thoughts of Noreen and planning the right moment after breakfast to slip away while his family chatted amongst themselves.

Sir Alfred was quite handsome in his own right, wearing a dashing ensemble of dark blue and white with black trousers. His boots were also black and heavily polished via the servants. He was delighted to be having breakfast with both his sons despite Casimir's tendency to shove off to the brothel and Alain's lack of interest in sharing a meal with their unwanted guests present.

"Plans for the day boys?" asked Alfred curious to see if they'd actually answer him.

"Well you know old man the life of a youth is filled with wonder and adventure." said Casimir with a flicker of mischief behind his gray eyes. "So many places to go and people to see."

"Putains à baiser tu veux dire." said Alana in French, knowing full well what her eldest son had been up to when he had not been home.

"Bien sûr Mère, tu me connais si bien." replied Casimir with a grin.

Cornelius seemed out of the loop when it came to his Aunt's dialect and did his best to politely focus on his meal instead of attempting to keep up with the conversation. Reginald seemed to have an idea as to what was happening and chuckled a bit. Remen too seemed more interested in the decor than in the conversation.

"Tu ferais mieux de ne pas te retrouver avec un bâtard sans nom." Alana replied annoyed by her son's folly.

"Si je le fais, je le nommerai très certainement d'après vous, mère." replied Casimir before chuckling at the sickened expression on his mother's face.

"Porc sans vergogne." Alana remarked still showing her annoyance.

"Ça suffit, Casimir." interjected Alain showing off his own affluence in the French dialect.

"Latine loqui mavis?" asked Casimir with a smirk. "Nolumus matrem de minimo tuo saltu explorare cum juvencula tua, quae nunc volumus?."

Alain glared at his elder brother while tightly gripping his fork before shoving it into the meaty portion of his plate.

"Asinus." he muttered much to Casimir's amusement.

"Enough." said Alfred knowing all too well what the two were speaking of.

Alana had not been so well versed in Latin as her husband had and wasn't privy to the conversation after that. The rest of breakfast seemed to go on without much incident before everyone parted on their separate journeys for the day.

It didn't take Alain long to slip out of the house and head down to the old grove where he had promised to meet with Noreen the previous day. He brought along his art supplies and canvas feeling a notion of inspiration hit him like never before.