Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2023 10:21:12 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 148b

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Forts and I dropped to our knees for the blessing and communion. Draco was
now standing between us, Theodora would have been so proud of him. In
silence, I renewed my promise to her. I would love him and care for him for
my whole life, however long or short. The same promise I made to her before
she died and again at her funeral.

The service came to an end with the choir performing the Russian Orthodox
chant, 'Let my Prayer Arise'. Father Vladimir joined Forts and me as we
walked out into the sunshine. This time I was carrying Draco. I felt that
woman's eyes on me the whole time. Forts must have sensed her too. As we
passed her on the way out, Forts stroked Draco's head, then leant towards
him and kissed it, then kissed my cheek too and whispered, "I love you both
more than anything."

I nodded, knowing now all I had to survive was the meal and several hours
of puerile chatter.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 148b –

Part 148b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Cornelius Lillis – (Lillis) Viscount Winterbourne – 16yrs pupil at
Castle Fraser. Head Boy. Rugby player.

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 14yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Professor Harding – (Harding/Cornelius/Con) Doctor at Castle Fraser.

Princess Alexandra Maloshia – (Alexandra) 25yrs old. Fort's 2nd
Cousin. Dima and Theodora's cousin.

Countess Maria Rostock – (Countess Rostock/Maria) 24yrs old. Single.

Countess the Lady Mary Formoye – (Countess Formoye/Mary) 25yrs American
heiress.

**

Davy picks up the story

With Athol and Archie alongside us, Forts, Gethin and I walked back slowly
to the Castle. Athol had asked us to join Archie and him in the staffroom
after the service. Apparently, he had a big announcement to make. I had
wondered if now was the time to ask Gethin to tell Forts what he had
learned about his father. I had spent last night wondering what to do, to
tell him or not... Maybe today was not a good day. Dima, Robert, James and
Chris were walking behind us, so probably not. Behind them and bringing up
the rear were Sergey and the four ladies. Vlad and Edik had gone on ahead
with the three boys, they were going to be heading straight back to
Pittodrie, the boys now all becoming tired.

As we walked along the path back to the Castle, I could feel eyes boring
into the back of me, or am I just being paranoid? Forts had grabbed hold of
my hand as we left the mausoleum and was still gripping it tightly. Several
times on the path, he had stopped and kissed me. It was me who was blushing
and embarrassed at such a public display, even if the big softie was doing
it for my benefit. I couldn't stop myself, I glanced round at the Countess
the Lady Formoye. She had a look of disgust on her face, or was it? She
nodded her head and smiled. I had no idea what she was thinking. Forts
glanced at me and then followed my eyes, "Is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I wouldn't like to play poker with her! I can't tell
what she is thinking... or is it plotting?"

Forts chuckled, winked and kissed me again. "Don't even think about her."

*

The Castle seemed so quiet without any pupils. We made our way up the
stairs, only the faint smell of paint drifting down from the floor above
greeting our noses.

Once we were all in the staffroom, Archie began opening several bottles of
champagne and began to pour it into glasses. Landers and Gregor Duncan laid
out some plates of sandwiches and some cakes and then assisted Archie in
handing round the glasses of champagne to us.

"Oooh, champagne. I don't mind if I do." Her voice crawled through me as
the hairs on my neck stood on end.

Grimacing, Archie held out a couple of glasses to Forts and me. Forts
hesitated before accepting the glass.

"Ooooh, it's lovely. Forts, you must try some."

Forts' smile vanished as he turned to face me. He glanced at me, raising
his eyebrows, and then turned and glared at the Countess before looking
away dismissively. He looked pretty pissed off.

He turned to face Athol, "Err champagne, dad? What are we celebrating? I am
not sure this is really appropriate today, of all days."

Athol looked somewhat surprised, he glanced round the room at us
all. Archie sidled next to us. He leant towards Forts' ear, "Forts son, let
your dad have his moment. It's important."

I reached for Forts' hand. I knew he was only acting like this because he
was trying to protect me. I spoke so he wouldn't have to, "Go on then
Athol, tell us all the news."

Athol looked so relieved, he nodded and picked up a large white
official-looking envelope. He opened it and took out a quarter imperial
sized handwritten card.

"Well, what is it all about dad?"

I am sure Athol had a tear in his eye. He looked straight at Forts. "I was
hoping you could tell me."

Forts shrugged his shoulders, "Nope, sorry."

Archie moved next to Athol and took the paper from him and began to read
from it. "It is my pleasure, His Majesty George the Sixth, by the Grace of
God, of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas,
King, Defender of the Faith, Emperor of India, to raise and welcome Lord
Athol MacDonald to the most honourable and noble Order of the Thistle."

I think we all stood in stunned silence for a few moments. Athol shook his
head and looked straight at Forts, "Did you have something to do with
this?"

Before Forts could answer, Archie continued, "Your father and I are also
invited to be the guests of honour at the Braemar Highland Games in
September. His Majesty would like your father and I to join him to watch
the festivities from the Royal box."

"Wow!" Forts crossed to hug Athol, "Congratulations dad!"

Athol hugged him back as I joined them. Athol was still shaking his head,
"Are you sure you know nothing about this?"

Forts winked. "No, nothing."

Athol swallowed. "Forts, or should I call you Your Imperial Highness, you
and Davy are also invited to attend with us. Both for the Games and the
Investiture in St Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh."

Forts looked overjoyed. He turned to everyone and raised his glass. "To my
father and his partner, Archie, Congratulations and Good Health."

"Congratulations and Good Health."

*

We stayed at Castle Fraser for a few more hours, all of us chatting and
catching up. Several times, I watched as the Countess' attempts to get
nearer to Forts were thwarted by Dima, Gethin, Chris, James, Athol, and
Archie. She looked so bored and frustrated as they would randomly pick up
an object and talk about it at length, giving Forts a chance to escape. It
was obvious Forts was well aware of what was going on. He grinned and
winked at me more than once. Finally, Robert had whispered to me, "There is
more than one way to skin a cat." He turned away from me, picking up an
object at random. "Ah, Countess, have you got these in America?" Still
managing to smile, she let out an audible sigh and drained her third, or
was it her fourth champagne flute?

I was delighted when Forts invited Athol and Archie to come back to
Pittodrie with us for the memorial meal. I was even happier when they
agreed.

If it was needed, a further insult had been planned by Forts and
Darius. They had arranged for Andrei to drive the school bus over and while
we all disappeared back to Pittodrie in the three Rolls Royces, Sergey and
the four ladies were loaded on to the school bus. I wish I had been a fly
on the wall on that trip.

Forts and I retired to our apartment with Athol and Archie until it was
time for the meal. Our frustrated guests were told we always said goodnight
to our boys in person, oh, and read them bedtime stories, oh, and waited
for them to fall asleep before we left them.

*

Just as the clock chimed seven, the doors to the dining room were thrown
open. Forts with me on his arm entered with Vlad, Athol, Archie, Gethin,
Dima, Robert, James, and Chris all following us. Sergey, Alexandra, the
Countess Maria Rostock, the Baroness Alina Gagarin and the Countess the
Lady Mary Formoye were all seated on the couches in front of the
fireplace. By the state of them, and the couple of empty champagne bottles
nearby, it was obvious they had all been liberally imbibing of our
hospitality. I would learn later, this was another part of Forts' plan.

Forts beamed as the five of them staggered to their feet. "Princess, Count,
Ladies, please forgive Davy and me, but our children were being a
nightmare."

I caught the pissed off glance that Formoye gave Alexandra. But as
expected, her face quickly changed, and she came over, somewhat unsteadily,
towards Forts and me.

"Forts, darrrrlling." There was that American drawl again. Curtseying, she
offered him her hand.

Forts ignored it and just smiled, "Countess."

The smile on her face as he leant towards her vanished as he leant towards
her ear. "Maybe you should stick to calling me, Your Imperial Highness,
this evening."

Formoye regained her smile and gave a girlie laugh. "Oh, you tease."

She was good at the game; I had to give her that. Forts turned to me,
"Davy," and led me past her towards the table and the waiting Marcus.

"Davy, Forts, she has changed the seating plan. She ordered me not to touch
it."

Vlad was right next to us, he smiled, "Did she? Well, with your Imperial
Highness' permission, we will see about that!"

Forts nodded and winked. Vlad crossed to the table and gathered up all the
name places and re-laid them. "Forts, Davy, you are both together here," he
smiled as we approached. "Dima, you are on the other side of Forts, and oh,
I am next to you, Davy."

What a shame Robert the photographer wasn't here to capture that
look. Formoye's face would have given the snake-headed Medusa a run for her
money.


**

Kenneth Jones picks up the story

Lillis stroked the side of my face and first licked and then kissed
me. "You are so sexy."

"I bet you said that to William, too."

He shook his head and winked. "I might have done," he chuckled, "He is sexy
too."

"Are you going to tell him that you spent the morning here with me?"

Lillis just smiled and stretched. He threw back the sheet, exposing
himself. His cock bobbed and throbbed, his foreskin fully back under his
flared glans. He reached for my hand and smiling, wrapped my fingers round
his thick shaft, "Go on," he smooched, "I want to try for a record."

I couldn't refuse him. As soon as I began to stoke his shaft, he winked,
"How about you get on him again?"

I was already crawling over him when I remembered, "Oh, I have a medical
today with that Professor Harding. What does he do?"

Lillis took hold of my arse cheeks and guided me over into position, then
eased my cheeks apart. I could feel his wet cockhead kiss over my
arsehole. "Hang on, let me lube it up." He stretched for the lube bottle we
had been using all morning. He slapped my arse, "Not that you should need
any more, with all I have pumped up there." He grinned and began coating
his shaft once more.

"Well, what does Harding do?"

"He is a doctor." Lillis looked confused. Then let out a deep moan. "Sit
back now... Oh, yes, that's it."

I felt my puffy, well worked arsehole stretch and his slick, lubed cockhead
slide inside me once more. I gasped irritatedly, "No, I mean on the
medical."

Lillis closed his eyes and let out a long, pleasurable moan as I bottomed
out on his cock.

"Well?"

His hands gripped my hips, and he thrust up, burying his shaft deep inside
me. "It's nothing to worry about. He just checks you over, height and
weight, that sort of thing... Tense your arse muscles... Oh yes, that's
it."

"So, nothing to worry about, then?"

"No," he hissed, "Just ride my cock, will you? Lean forward and kiss me."

I lowered my chest down on top of his. His rock-hard cock remained buried
deep in my arse. I was hard too. My rigid four-inch hardon and exposed
cockhead slid in the precum it was belching out on to his stomach, sending
jolts of pleasure to my balls.

We kissed for a few minutes and then I felt him easing me back up until I
was sitting right on his cock. "Now ride it hard!"

I got my feet into position on either side of him and, using my thigh and
calf muscles, I began to raise and lower myself on his shaft. "Oh God, yes,
that's it."

I placed one hand on his chest and groped back for his balls, gently
rolling and squeezing them as I rode him hard. "Wank me too!" I barked at
him, probably a bit loud. He grinned and grabbed hold of my bobbing
shaft. His thumb smeared my precum over and around the glans. "Gently, I
will cum."

He gave a cartoon villain laugh and his thumb speeded up smearing my juice
faster, harder into my glans and that sensitive bit, where that bit of taut
skin stretches from the shaft to the cocklips. What with that and the
battering that little spot inside my arse was taking, I was getting so
close.

"Fuck!" My hips bucked, propelling my cock hard between his clenched
fingers. My cockhead flared and almost in slow motion, a short jet of my
boy jizz spurted out, almost a prelude to the main event. Moments later, a
great jet of cum arched out and splattered on to his chest, the tip just
catching his chin, where it hung like runny icing on a cake.

"Shit, go for it." He gasped. "Ugh, your hole is gripping my cock so
tight. I'm cumming, now."

Even with my head swimming, I felt his shaft thicken and throb as he
spurted his third load into me of the morning and that's not mentioning at
least two last night. This guy was a walking cum tap.

*

I quickly wiped myself up and got dressed before hurrying down for my
medical. I knocked on the door. "Professor Harding, it's me, Kenneth
Jones."

"Come in."

I went inside. Harding was seated behind a desk. He rose to greet
me. "Kenneth, in you come. I am Professor Harding. It is good to meet you."

He shook my hand and indicated for me to take a seat on the medical
couch. He smiled, "Right, let me just make sure I have all your details
right and then we can get on with the examination."

I nodded. He winked, "Don't look so worried, everything will be fine." He
picked through a pile of buff folders, removing one of them. "Here you
are." He came over to me carrying the folder. I could see it had my name on
the front of it. There was also a little paper note attached in the top
righthand corner. He glanced down at it and then back at me. "Hmmm, it says
here that you were involved in a fight the other night in the showers. I am
to check you don't have any injuries from that."

"I don't... He never managed to hit me..."

Harding smiled, "Ah, so we have our very own Max Schmeling, in our midst,
then?"

I blushed and looked down. "I can look after myself..." My voice trailed
off as I spoke.

Harding put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. "Good
for you. But no more fighting, that's not how we do things here at Downe
House, okay?"

I nodded. He checked all the details he had on me and asked me to confirm
them. He read something else on my file and glanced at me again. "You have
no living family, is that correct? It says they were all killed in an air
raid, all your aunts and uncles, too?"

I nodded, feeling my eyes glazing up. "That's why I am here."

He nodded and squeezed my shoulder again. "Kenneth, you may not believe it
yet, but Forts and Davy will always treat you as family, this will be your
home for as long as you want it to be. Up here at Pittodrie, I know you
will find happiness, just as I did."

"The Russian one told me off for fighting and that tall bloke in the suit
told me if I wasn't happy I could go back to London." I described the tall
bloke to Harding.

Harding chuckled, "Ahh, that would have been Duke, one of the
bodyguards. He is a really nice chap, when you get to know him. As for
Forts, he is more English than you realise. Yes, his parents were Russian,
but he was brought up as an orphan down in London by a mean-spirited and
downright cruel woman, until it was found out he was actually Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov, a Prince of the Blood Imperial. Then on the death of
the last Grand Duke remaining in England, and with Drageon the closest
living relative of the Russian Imperial Royal family and the last Tsar
Nicholas II, he was made a Grand Duke. One day he could end up as Tsar of
Russia."

"What happened to his parents?"

Harding hesitated, "Err, they were killed. Right, we have spoken enough,
slip off your shoes and socks and clothing so we can get this medical
started."

I could tell he didn't want to say any more about Forts. "What about Davy?
Who is he?"

"Davy is Forts' partner. Davy was a boy from London, just like yourself."
Harding chuckled, "Well, until Forts made him the Duke of Pittodrie. But
two nicer and down to earth chaps you will never meet, I promise you."

Harding took my weight and measured my height. "Right, can you drop your
underwear? I need to have a good look at you."

I hesitated and swallowed. "Right off?"

"Yes, please. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are both men,
aren't we?"

I nodded as I slowly slipped down my underpants. I stood to attention as
Harding knelt down in front of me. He sounded down my chest and with
everything else checked, he reached for my groin. "Just relax." He purred.

I felt his hands grip my penis, which appeared to be trying to hide,
shrinking back into my body. He eased back my foreskin. "Hmmm, Kenneth,
have you been taught about how important it is to keep yourself clean down
here?"

"I always do." I spluttered a bit too hastily.

His thumb ran over my glans. "It is pretty wet and sticky down here. Have
you been masturbating recently? Or is it always like this?"

I had no idea how to answer, so I stayed silent. It was precisely at this
moment that a dribble of Lillis' cum decided to ooze out between my puffy
arsehole. I felt gravity take hold and it run down my thigh. I could even
smell it.

Harding obviously could, too. "Hmmm." His finger reached out and scooped up
the white blob. He rubbed it between his fingers and then brought it to his
nose. He stood looking at me with a cheeky smile. "Hmmm, looks like
cum... Feels like cum... Smells like cum..."

I gasped as he licked his finger. He winked at me. "And it tastes like
cum."

I blushed as he chuckled. "Kenneth, you and I had better have a little
chat."

My short life flashed before me, ending with visions of me being dragged
back to London. A DIRTY, DISGUSTING, FILTHY, NANCY BOY. I began to sob,
"I'm sorry... Please don't tell anyone."

Harding looked surprised at my outburst, his face quickly changing to one
of compassion. "Hey, hey, it's okay, there is nothing wrong with a bit of
cum running down your leg. It happens to the best of us. Come here, I am
not cross... Just a bit confused."

Harding led me to one of the couches and sat me down, he got down on his
knees in front of me. "You are okay. I am just a bit confused since the
file said you had been fighting because you were accused of staring at
another boy's willy in the showers and they called you a Nancy Boy."

"I am." I blurted out. "But everyone hates them, don't they? They are
disgusting and dirty, everyone says so." Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Harding gripped my knees, looking up into my face. "Do I look disgusting
and dirty? Do Forts and Davy, or even Duke, the bodyguard, for that matter,
look disgusting or dirty? ... Because all of us, and many more here at
Pittodrie, could be called Nancy Boys. I imagine even those guys who spoke
to you in the shower and fought with you are."

Harding squeezed my knee again. "There are many types of loving, caring
relationships... Kenneth, you can't help who you fall in love with. All
love is valid, whether between two males, two females or men and women,
too."

"Yes, but there are laws against it. I don't want to go to prison."

Harding stood and sat down next to me. "Yes, I am not saying you don't have
to be careful, but here at Pittodrie, there are no laws to bother you, I
promise... The laws are ridiculous anyway, do you know why there are laws
against men having sex together, and not women?"

I shook my head.

Harding moved in closer to me, almost conspiratorially, as if he was
sharing a great secret. "Well, Queen Victoria is responsible. Originally,
the law was drafted by narrow-minded bigots against all same-sex
relationships. However, she agreed to sign the law only against men, she
wouldn't accept that 'women would do such a thing...'" Harding mimicked a
posh upper class queenie voice, then chuckled, "How wrong she was, and with
that one stroke of her pen, she condemned men and boys like us to a life of
fear and living in the shadows. But, like I said, that doesn't apply here
at Pittodrie. Forts and Davy would never allow it."

Harding handed me a hankie, and I wiped my eyes and nose. "But why... she
didn't even know me... I never hurt her."

Harding put his arm round me. It felt strangely comforting. "That question
you will have to ask a wiser man than me. But believe me, there is nothing
wrong with you." He winked, "I should know, I am a Doctor, and if you have
got it, then so have I." He hugged me again. "Now, Kenneth, I have a few
more questions, can you hop up on the examination couch on your knees? I
need to check out everything is alright back there."

I did as he asked, feeling strangely exposed, but excited too.

"Now first question. Were you forced to have sex?"

"No... I liked it."

"Good. It smarts a bit at first, but I can see the chap who did the deed
used lube, so that's good. You are looking a bit puffy and swollen back
here, though. I take it you did it a few times?"

Luckily, I was facing away. I am sure I was as red as a beetroot. "Err,
yes, last night twice and again this morning, three times."

Harding gasped, "Wow, you have found yourself quite a stud! Haven't you?"

"Lillis was gentle, though." Damn, I hadn't meant to say his name. I
glanced round, my eyes meeting Harding's.

He winked, "Just remember, always use lube... and if you can, give your
poor arse a rest for a few days."

I nodded.

"Right, I have to check your prostate. To do that, I have to put my finger
inside you." Harding chuckled and playfully slapped my arse, "I doubt you
will feel it, though. You have a bit of a gape going on."

I wasn't really sure what he meant. I would find out later when I was with
Lillis and my feet were up around my ears once more.


**

Dima takes up the story

I found it really difficult to be civil to Sergey during the meal. Now that
I knew what his game was, I was furious with myself for persuading Forts to
take him in and welcome him to the family. Our dozy cousin sat staring at
him with doe eyes all evening. How I wished Theodora had still been alive
to guide her. Sergey was nothing but a cad of the worst order.

As for the Lady Formoye, she sat shrieking with laughter all evening next
to Sergey. What was going on between them? Throughout the meal, I noticed
little glances, touches, things that individually wouldn't mean a thing,
but this was different. Alexandra, you won't be surprised, seemed oblivious
to it all.

After the meal, it was Formoye who again shrieked for music; she wanted to
dance. Forts, ever the perfect host, had sent Marcus to fetch the
gramophone and some recordings. Practically elbowing Davy out of the way,
Formoye had made a beeline for Forts and grabbed him by his arm, laughing
loudly, "My turn, now."

I glanced at Davy, his steely eyes were fixed on her. I began a countdown
in my head to the explosion I was sure would follow. Instead, I watched as
Forts leant to Formoye's ear and whispered something. Her smile vanished,
she looked like she was about to explode. She stepped back and slapped
Forts hard across his face. Snarling, "That was not very gallant, Your
Imperial Highness!" She seemed to have a liking for the word 'gallant',
that wasn't the first time I had heard her use it.

Alexandra gasped, "Mary! That's unforgiveable."

Forts turned and smiled at Alexandra, "It's no matter." He clicked his
heels together and gave Formoye a head bow, "Countess." He turned and held
out his hand to Davy, while we all looked on in silence and shock. "Davy,
shall we dance?" God, I wished I had been able to hear what Forts had said.

Davy nodded, a beaming smile engulfing his face. He took hold of Forts'
outstretched hand and then kissed his reddening cheek. Formoye, glaring,
spun on her heels and stormed out of the room. Sergey leapt up and followed
her, turning to Alexandra and the three other ladies, telling them, "Stay,
I'll make sure she is okay".

It is probably wrong to say, but with the two of them gone, the atmosphere
in the room lifted noticeably. The dancing continued, Forts and Davy both
laughing and dancing with Alexandra and the other two bridesmaids to be.

With finally a break in the music, I approached my cousin and winking, I
mimicked Formoye's voice, "My turn now!"

Forts burst out laughing and pulled me into a man hug. I won't tell you
what he whispered in my ear, but I think I would have to agree with the
Lady Formoye, 'It wasn't very gallant'.

*

More champagne and laughter flowed, even Vlad was having fun. He had also
been partaking of the champagne, when jokingly questioned, he had whipped
off his Kalimavkion laughing "Oh it's okay now I am off duty!"

To be honest, I hadn't noticed that Sergey hadn't returned, nor did I
notice Alexandra and the Countess Maria Rostock leaving us. It was Robert
who brought it to my attention. I remember saying, "Let's hope they don't
find them and bring them back."

Robert chuckled and gave me a little kiss. "Dima, what did Forts say to
Formoye?"

I kissed his nose. "Now, it wouldn't be very gallant of me to tell you
that, would it, if, in fact, he had told me?" He gave me a playful punch
just as the door crashed open.

Alexandra fell through the door, sobbing, the Countess Rostock, desperately
trying to hold her up. The room sobered up instantly. Forts flew over with
Davy, "God, what's happened?"

Alexandra was just sobbing, "The wedding is off... How could he? How could
he?"

Forts knelt down, holding on to her. He glanced questioningly at
Rostock. She blushed and looked down, barely able to say the words. "Sergey
is fornicating with Mary in the Garden Room."

I don't know what Forts really wanted to say, but we had to put up with "Oh
God... Vlad, can you help?"

Vlad reached for his hat and, some would say, plonked it back on his
head. "Okay, looks like I am back on duty." He helped Forts and Davy lift a
distraught Alexandra back to her feet and together they led her to one of
the couches.

Forts and Davy returned to the Countess Rostock, "Where are they now?"

She bowed her head. "They were in the Garden Room. They didn't see us, so
are probably still there." Poor Rostock looked so embarrassed talking about
such a subject.

Forts turned to me, "Dima, James, can you come with me, please?"

We both nodded and followed, with Darius and Duke slotting in close behind
us.

*

Forts turned on the lights in the Garden Room as we entered. There was a
shriek from Formoye and a grunt from Sergey as he jumped up. Seeing us, he
started grinning, and began to pull up his trousers. "Christ, I thought it
was Alexandra." He laughed again and glanced back at a dishevelled, exposed
Countess Formoye, then back at Forts. "You here for your turn, Forts?
Finally, worked out what your dick is for, have you?" He burst out laughing
at his own joke. "Well, she is nice and wet for you... God, I really
thought Alexandra had found us." He laughed again, adjusting the front of
his trousers. "Right, back to the party." He began walking toward us, the
thick bastard obviously oblivious to our looks.

On reaching Forts, he grinned, "This is what the best man is supposed to
do. Don't worry, I will cover for you, take as long as you want."  Forts
remained impassive although I could see the crimson colour creeping up his
neck to his face.

"Count Uvarov, you will leave my home immediately and take her with
you. Alexandra did see you. The wedding is off. Gather your things and
go. I never want to hear from you again. Should you have any reason to
contact me, do it through James, understand? I will have one of my drivers
take you both to Aberdeen tonight!"

Uvarov momentarily looked worried, then burst out laughing. "Hey you had me
going for a moment there, good one." He reached out to pat Forts'
shoulder. Forts moved aside. "Don't you dare touch me. I couldn't be more
serious if I tried. Now gather your things and leave my home. Dima, make
sure he leaves."

Uvarov suddenly looked worried. "This is just a misunderstanding. Where is
Alexandra? I need to speak to her."

I stepped forward. "You will never speak to our cousin again. Now get your
things."

Forts nodded and turned for the door. He stopped and looked back round his
eyes on the Countess Formoye, who was bent over like a 'two-bit whore'
pulling up her undergarments. As she stood, her eyes met Forts'. He shook
his head in disgust, spitting out the words, "I wasn't wrong was I? You are
nothing but a gold-digging tart! My Davy is worth a million of you! Leave
our home and never return."

Forts and James had left before she could reply. Darius moved to block the
door, stopping either of them from following him. I was left listening as
Sergey called after them, pathetically pleading with Fort to speak to him.

I dismissed him. "You had everything, Count Uvarov, Forts would have
ensured you both had a comfortable life, but you threw it all back in his
face and insulted our dear cousin... You are disgusting... Darius, get
Andrei to drive them both to Aberdeen, in the Humber."


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