An Old Accustomed Feast: Part Three

"Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy."

December 25th

Fitzwilliam was relieved to sit down to supper. Supper meant Juliette was halfway to taking her first breath of the evening. No logic or inconsistency, down to the clothes on his back, affected her fright. To his last argument, she said the light fabric would make him easier to find - there ended the matter. Georgiana also looked in need of a deep breath after a sudden mood shift. If they weren't spending the night at the Manor, he would have been looking for an early end to the night.

An Old Accustomed Feast: Part Two

"What revels are in hand?"

December 25th

In the calm before the party, the great hall at Capulet Manor was little more than a grand extension of the family's well-worn sitting room. Miranda was entertaining Ariel with unusual patience. Juliette and Fitzwilliam were off to one side, deep in conversation. At the center of attention, as always, were Hermia and Puck's twins, Eleanor and Lysander.