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xFond of loyalty and romance but knowing it wouldn't be for her, an arranged marriage to save her family's own fortunes was easily enough procured. Doe eyed and coming off as naΓ―ve and innocent, earning herself a title as a Lady Brandon, Liz inherited his previous marriage's only daughter, raising the doe as her own until they were sent to live with extended family at the Lord's wishes. Her only taste of being a mother, as he found little interest in trying with her. Not that she minded this much. xHis business was mercantile, this much she knew, something that involved a fleet of ships and something like a personal army. She'd learn the details soon enough, as she would lose him to one of these expeditions. Details hazy, none of his employers minded the change in leadership much - found themselves with a fair pay and time off for once in decades. xNow, she's let them take her to one of their favored establishments to sell to, wanting to experience the business she profits from firsthand.
Maybe, just maybe, she's looking for a business partner. Or more.
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π Attitude and disrespect. Obvious enough, surely, but will not take to it well and will hold a grudge over a possibly small infraction. π Mention of her late husband in any capacity. Asking after him or his daughter, wondering what became of him, anything. She'd like her memories of him to fade with swiftness. π The smell of most dairy products. Uses a nut substitute cream for her brewing, or coconut milk if accessible. Possible lactose intolerance? Unsure. |