Post by Carlotta on Feb 3, 2008 5:44:59 GMT -5
The city of Westminster has always been known as the home of Court and Government. It lies at the heart of the capital and shows a range of buildings whose beauty and history remains unrivalled in the whole of Europe.
Here, all within a stone's throw of each other are some of England's finest treasure houses. The Houses of Parliament are on the site of the Palace of Westminster, former Royal home of Kings and Queens of England from the 11th-century until early in the 16th-century.
Of all the jewels in the City of Westminster, none shines more brightly than Westminster Abbey, stunning setting for the coronation of almost every English monarch since William the Conqueror was crowned there in 1066.
Mystical and magical, of flowing graceful proportions, the abbey is a glorious historical treasure chest with so many reminders of its noble past that it is, at a glance, simply overwhelming. Lavish decoration is everywhere.
Henry VII's Chapel, where Henry lies in a great tomb, in almost isolated splendor beneath a beautiful, intricate fan vaulted roof is quite breathtaking. The chapel has numerous statues and, like the rest of the building is blessed with a hallowed atmosphere of cool serenity born of standing silent witness to centuries of pomp and circumstance of which there is no equal, and which gives the abbey its richly deserved 'Royal' status.
Westminster has always been the scene of high society. The London homes of landed gentry, politicians, the great and the good can be found within its boundaries. Apart from other illustrious addresses, perhaps Westminster's best known address is 10, Downing Street, home of the British Prime Minister.
No one can visit Westminster without catching sight of the great river whose waters flow beneath historic Westminster Bridge linking the City of Westminster to the City of London, financial hub of England. The River Thames is England's major outlet to the sea. For centuries it has been the life blood of London and Westminster. The Thames is the very reason why the capital is where it is.
An exploration of Westminster will reveal many hidden gems, it will provide you with a rewarding, unforgettable experience and leave you with an overwhelming feeling that for just a little while, you have truly walked with history. Just as you will find great houses, you will also find historic pubs, attractive restaurants, interesting museums, boutiques, shops and glamorous theatres.
It was in the midst of this that the Barrister called home, where the tobacco plantation that had been dubbed Greenleaf Estate rested. Two hundred and forty acres of land that provided only the highest quality of tobacco crops upon the market, in the form of dried leaf, cigars, snuff, pipe tobacco, and chew. The King's Cigar Club, a gentleman's club of the elite, that rested on the very grounds of the plantation is where locally these items could be sampled and purchased, and a common gathering place for those of whom worked within the realms of a legal nature within the confines of the court.
It was also the location for the prestigious law firm that her father had started and now thrived. It was now under her ownership, as depicted by a very important document she needed to forward to the King for it's execution. All of this was now her's, as well as all contracts formed under her father's name, to now be executed by herself. Though Lord Jenkins would play a major part in running the law firm, as executor of Basinstoke estate, and a recent partnership created by her own insistence.
It would be here she felt a sense of ease and protection. Not because of the location to which she lived, but due to those who resided about her. After leaving Bristol Manor, she would make haste to return home. A need to see to a situation before anything could get out of hand.
She was quite aware of the fact this night had made her many enemies, especially those associated with the Queen and her cause. Though the information offered before the King with the crimes spoken against the envoy of the Emperor Charles was nothing in comparison to the impact of the information she would offer before the King.
She had to set into motion an assurance of her own protection, and as much as she was loyal to the King, she knew d**n well there were many who were not. She could trust only a very few at the moment, and those few presently resided within the very confines of her home.
Not taking a chance of any loose lips to sink her ship, she would move in the cover of the night to silently enter the rooms of each man, easing them awake and offering direction of an immediate meeting to take place within the cellars.
She knew all servants would have returned to their homes at this hour, there were none who resided within the Estate beyond those she whole heartily trusted. Although, it was only certain ones who would be awakened by her call, those who had seen to the sailing of the Black Swan. Men who held her admiration, friendship, and the same form of loyalty she presented before the Royal house.
She knew she could count on them for full discretion, and at the same time set up one hell of a barrier of protection about herself. What seen to this ultimately, was the fact the men were unknowns, considered commoners not worth a second glance. Yet, their fingers stretched far, beyond that of her own reach. They had ears where she could not. Their main purpose at present was to be aware of any possible threat against her, on any level.
Some of the men were quite the charmers, and just as happened upon the levels of nobility, so it did upon common ground. Easing their way into the beds of servants from many of the higher ranking houses, even the chambers of the Queen escaped not from their ways.
She would briefly explain what all transpired and what she was a part of, as well as the favor she received from the King himself for her actions. Now was the time in which to present certain things to his Royal Highness. Upon the conclusion of the meeting, she would retreat to the Den in which to execute what must be next.
First she would write out the very charges she had vocalized to the King, including the names of accusers and witnesses to the crimes offered within. She would narrate the course of the evening as it happened, to include the actions of the Queen up until the King himself stood witness.
Once this was done and looked over to ensure she missed not a thing, it would be folded and the signet ring of her father used to seal it with a dab of wax. This would not be the only document to receive this seal, as the next would be the last will and testament of her father, leaving her as sole heir to Greenleaf Estate, the plantation, the accompanying businesses, and the title to which all was placed under. It would be signed by Baron Ard Basinstoke's own hand, witnessed by his wife, Carlotta's mother, Lord Jasper, and the High Chancellor.
This all would be entrusted into the hand of one of her own men to be delivered to Buckingham Palace. Though she wouldn't demand it be delivered directly to the King, but to one Titus Jasper, a man she was beginning to hold a bit of trust within. If he happened to gaze upon the information within, that would be fine, she knew it would reach the King at least.
Once this was all tended to, only then would she permit herself a moment to relax. Still dazed by all that had happened, though that sense of pride was still felt within her very breast.
Here, all within a stone's throw of each other are some of England's finest treasure houses. The Houses of Parliament are on the site of the Palace of Westminster, former Royal home of Kings and Queens of England from the 11th-century until early in the 16th-century.
Of all the jewels in the City of Westminster, none shines more brightly than Westminster Abbey, stunning setting for the coronation of almost every English monarch since William the Conqueror was crowned there in 1066.
Mystical and magical, of flowing graceful proportions, the abbey is a glorious historical treasure chest with so many reminders of its noble past that it is, at a glance, simply overwhelming. Lavish decoration is everywhere.
Henry VII's Chapel, where Henry lies in a great tomb, in almost isolated splendor beneath a beautiful, intricate fan vaulted roof is quite breathtaking. The chapel has numerous statues and, like the rest of the building is blessed with a hallowed atmosphere of cool serenity born of standing silent witness to centuries of pomp and circumstance of which there is no equal, and which gives the abbey its richly deserved 'Royal' status.
Westminster has always been the scene of high society. The London homes of landed gentry, politicians, the great and the good can be found within its boundaries. Apart from other illustrious addresses, perhaps Westminster's best known address is 10, Downing Street, home of the British Prime Minister.
No one can visit Westminster without catching sight of the great river whose waters flow beneath historic Westminster Bridge linking the City of Westminster to the City of London, financial hub of England. The River Thames is England's major outlet to the sea. For centuries it has been the life blood of London and Westminster. The Thames is the very reason why the capital is where it is.
An exploration of Westminster will reveal many hidden gems, it will provide you with a rewarding, unforgettable experience and leave you with an overwhelming feeling that for just a little while, you have truly walked with history. Just as you will find great houses, you will also find historic pubs, attractive restaurants, interesting museums, boutiques, shops and glamorous theatres.
It was in the midst of this that the Barrister called home, where the tobacco plantation that had been dubbed Greenleaf Estate rested. Two hundred and forty acres of land that provided only the highest quality of tobacco crops upon the market, in the form of dried leaf, cigars, snuff, pipe tobacco, and chew. The King's Cigar Club, a gentleman's club of the elite, that rested on the very grounds of the plantation is where locally these items could be sampled and purchased, and a common gathering place for those of whom worked within the realms of a legal nature within the confines of the court.
It was also the location for the prestigious law firm that her father had started and now thrived. It was now under her ownership, as depicted by a very important document she needed to forward to the King for it's execution. All of this was now her's, as well as all contracts formed under her father's name, to now be executed by herself. Though Lord Jenkins would play a major part in running the law firm, as executor of Basinstoke estate, and a recent partnership created by her own insistence.
It would be here she felt a sense of ease and protection. Not because of the location to which she lived, but due to those who resided about her. After leaving Bristol Manor, she would make haste to return home. A need to see to a situation before anything could get out of hand.
She was quite aware of the fact this night had made her many enemies, especially those associated with the Queen and her cause. Though the information offered before the King with the crimes spoken against the envoy of the Emperor Charles was nothing in comparison to the impact of the information she would offer before the King.
She had to set into motion an assurance of her own protection, and as much as she was loyal to the King, she knew d**n well there were many who were not. She could trust only a very few at the moment, and those few presently resided within the very confines of her home.
Not taking a chance of any loose lips to sink her ship, she would move in the cover of the night to silently enter the rooms of each man, easing them awake and offering direction of an immediate meeting to take place within the cellars.
She knew all servants would have returned to their homes at this hour, there were none who resided within the Estate beyond those she whole heartily trusted. Although, it was only certain ones who would be awakened by her call, those who had seen to the sailing of the Black Swan. Men who held her admiration, friendship, and the same form of loyalty she presented before the Royal house.
She knew she could count on them for full discretion, and at the same time set up one hell of a barrier of protection about herself. What seen to this ultimately, was the fact the men were unknowns, considered commoners not worth a second glance. Yet, their fingers stretched far, beyond that of her own reach. They had ears where she could not. Their main purpose at present was to be aware of any possible threat against her, on any level.
Some of the men were quite the charmers, and just as happened upon the levels of nobility, so it did upon common ground. Easing their way into the beds of servants from many of the higher ranking houses, even the chambers of the Queen escaped not from their ways.
She would briefly explain what all transpired and what she was a part of, as well as the favor she received from the King himself for her actions. Now was the time in which to present certain things to his Royal Highness. Upon the conclusion of the meeting, she would retreat to the Den in which to execute what must be next.
First she would write out the very charges she had vocalized to the King, including the names of accusers and witnesses to the crimes offered within. She would narrate the course of the evening as it happened, to include the actions of the Queen up until the King himself stood witness.
Once this was done and looked over to ensure she missed not a thing, it would be folded and the signet ring of her father used to seal it with a dab of wax. This would not be the only document to receive this seal, as the next would be the last will and testament of her father, leaving her as sole heir to Greenleaf Estate, the plantation, the accompanying businesses, and the title to which all was placed under. It would be signed by Baron Ard Basinstoke's own hand, witnessed by his wife, Carlotta's mother, Lord Jasper, and the High Chancellor.
This all would be entrusted into the hand of one of her own men to be delivered to Buckingham Palace. Though she wouldn't demand it be delivered directly to the King, but to one Titus Jasper, a man she was beginning to hold a bit of trust within. If he happened to gaze upon the information within, that would be fine, she knew it would reach the King at least.
Once this was all tended to, only then would she permit herself a moment to relax. Still dazed by all that had happened, though that sense of pride was still felt within her very breast.
