Tudor Smith sat in the library of her new home in the posh side of Port Royal, feet propped up on the desk, a piece of paper sitting in her lap, idly playing with a small dagger. The butler opened the door, "Your tea Ma'am"
"Thank you George." She said, dropping her feet back to the floor, pushing her chair into the desk, and lifting the paper to reread it. "George, the Governor, what can you tell me about him?"
George shrugged as he laid the tray of food in front of her. "Governor Swann, he came to Jamaica eight years ago. A fairly well liked and respected man. He has a daughter Elizabeth,"
Tudor interrupted by pondering aloud. "Elizabeth?"
"Yes Miss Smith. Quite a beauty I am told, but she has recently turned her back on proper decorum and has fallen in love with a blacksmith."
"Oh how dare she." Tudor quipped sarcastically, with mock repulsion.
"She has always been a bit wild from all reports."
"Good for her I say." She muttered. "George, how can I get close to the Governor? I need to get into his social circle."
The Butler remained silent for a moment setting out her plate and teacup. "Well, the Governor is hosting a garden party tomorrow afternoon, according to his Steward, whom I met in the market two days ago."
Tudor smiled widely, her eyes twinkling. "Oh? How does one merit an invitation?"
"Well, it is for all the wealthy business owners in the area, and a few select friends and associates." His tone remained placid.
"I don't suppose my line of business would count." She said.
"No, I don't believe so ma'am, "He looked up at her from his work. "But I do believe that you will be receiving an invitation. You see, the Governor has become quite curious as to your identity, and I have kindly supplied his curious steward with all the appropriate information." She smiled again, and even laughed. "Governor Swann is more then eager to become aquatinted with the young, wealthy aristocratic lady, recently over from London. There you are ma'am." He said and turned as if to leave, then paused. "Oh, I almost nearly forgot, the mail ma'am." He said, almost smiling as he laid a letter in front of her on the desk.
"Why George, I do believe this is from the governor." She said calmly, repressing a smile.
The butler just bowed and left the room. She ripped open the seal and was pleased to find a note from the Governor himself, welcoming her to Port Royal and cordially inviting her to the Mansion the next day. She smiled to herself. "Good old George." She hesitated for a moment. "I suppose this means I have to get dressed." She said sarcastically as she looked down at her common attire.
"Thank you George." She said, dropping her feet back to the floor, pushing her chair into the desk, and lifting the paper to reread it. "George, the Governor, what can you tell me about him?"
George shrugged as he laid the tray of food in front of her. "Governor Swann, he came to Jamaica eight years ago. A fairly well liked and respected man. He has a daughter Elizabeth,"
Tudor interrupted by pondering aloud. "Elizabeth?"
"Yes Miss Smith. Quite a beauty I am told, but she has recently turned her back on proper decorum and has fallen in love with a blacksmith."
"Oh how dare she." Tudor quipped sarcastically, with mock repulsion.
"She has always been a bit wild from all reports."
"Good for her I say." She muttered. "George, how can I get close to the Governor? I need to get into his social circle."
The Butler remained silent for a moment setting out her plate and teacup. "Well, the Governor is hosting a garden party tomorrow afternoon, according to his Steward, whom I met in the market two days ago."
Tudor smiled widely, her eyes twinkling. "Oh? How does one merit an invitation?"
"Well, it is for all the wealthy business owners in the area, and a few select friends and associates." His tone remained placid.
"I don't suppose my line of business would count." She said.
"No, I don't believe so ma'am, "He looked up at her from his work. "But I do believe that you will be receiving an invitation. You see, the Governor has become quite curious as to your identity, and I have kindly supplied his curious steward with all the appropriate information." She smiled again, and even laughed. "Governor Swann is more then eager to become aquatinted with the young, wealthy aristocratic lady, recently over from London. There you are ma'am." He said and turned as if to leave, then paused. "Oh, I almost nearly forgot, the mail ma'am." He said, almost smiling as he laid a letter in front of her on the desk.
"Why George, I do believe this is from the governor." She said calmly, repressing a smile.
The butler just bowed and left the room. She ripped open the seal and was pleased to find a note from the Governor himself, welcoming her to Port Royal and cordially inviting her to the Mansion the next day. She smiled to herself. "Good old George." She hesitated for a moment. "I suppose this means I have to get dressed." She said sarcastically as she looked down at her common attire.
