Chapter Nine


Disclaimer: I do not own T.P.


A/N: To Tigerchild:

I update so fast because I already have the story finished on my PC. I only like to update when I get reviews though :grin:


Tavington was tired.

Very tired.

A night with the Dragoons right after the Midnight Hall party made him want to fall asleep in his sleigh bed and never wake up.

Unfortunately, Cornwallis had other plans for him.

The angry colonel stormed into Cornwallis' room and sat down.

"Colonel, it seems there have been some problems arising in your job lately," Cornwallis said, his voice low.

Tavington was quiet.

"Dare you ask what they are, I will tell you," Cornwallis said, turning around.

"My apologies. What are they, my lord?"

"At the Midnight Hall party. You were seen courting a young woman! Were you either highly drunk, stupid, or both!" Cornwallis asked, his voice rising. His face grew red.

Tavington raised an eyebrow. "You mean Lady Cardian, my lord?"

"Yes! That is precisely what I mean!"

Tavington, smirking, stood up, walked over to Cornwallis, and whispered something into his ear. Cornwallis' face went from a frown to delight. Tavington pulled away.

"Really?" asked the Lord.

Tavington nodded.

Cornwallis laughed, a tiny, happy-but-nervous laugh.

"Very well," he chortled, "So be it."

Tavington smiled. "I'm glad you see it my way, my lord."