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Amelia

Lady Amelia Lockwood was a disaster wrapped in silk and satin. Fine gentlemen would spar for the privilege to bath in her  smile as  bright as the summer sunshine. Her first season started rather late, she was far past her seventeenth birthday. The unfortunate loss of her parents left her mourning two years before she could present herself in front of the ton. After her coming out she was invited to nearly every dinner and ball in London as her beauty and her family's wealth was quite appealing amongst the available gentleman. She spoke fluently three languages, was an amazing rider, she painted and according to those who had the luck to hear her perform, had an angelic voice and talent to play the piano forte.
What was not disclosed to her discription was that she grew up in the company of her three older brothers, was the youngest and only surviving daughter in the  family.  She was given too much freedom at speaking up her mind, and spent too much time with her brothers who taught her unladylike activities like sparring with swords, climbing trees, swimming in the lake. And while her competitive nature made her excellent in her studies to become a proper debudante, it also made her will not easy to bend, passionate in her arguments, and not too eager to secure any marriage for herself. She despised her peers who's only goal in their life was to marry a wealthy man and settle on their country estate.  Amelia had other plans in her future, as staying a spinster to be able to travel with her brothers, to see the world . She quite enjoyed the quarrels with her siblings, reading various books on their journeys and   overall the freedom not to be pressured to do anything with her life.
This however ended when her mother on her 15th birthday announced that she was deemed ready to enter society. At this point her close family had realized what a spitfire she was. She throw a fit, openly argued with her father, and slapped one of his brothers who dared to manhandle her when she was trying too passionately to explain why she will never allow them to marry her. Amelia's  parents had a quite long argument about whose fault was her beeing a spoiled brat.
Unfortunately "in Amelia's case maybe not so", her father got sick just before easter and passed away. The doctor who arrived to see him could only confirm that his heart stopped and Amelia's first season was delayed by the mourning.
Tragedy hit the family the same year just before the new years festivities. Amelia's mother caught a rather persistent cold that lasted several weeks and ended her life quite abruptly. She missed another year to come out, but her eldest brother Robert married that year and the new Lady Locwood was persistent and quite a bully if it came to her coming out. There was a verbal fight again, but she had no chance against the pregnant Lady Victoria Blakley Locwood, as the Lord of the house, her own blood, backed his wife. She knew that the main reason was that she was quite difficult to manage and Victoria was trying to arrange her own household, start her new life with Robert,and Amelia's presence was rather exhausting. She was always up to some misschief, and there was an occasion when two honorable gentleman had a duel for her favor. One of them ended up gravely injured. This naturally caused quite the uproar around the Locwood estate.

The upcoming season Amelia debuted and soon stood on the side of the dancefloor sipping white wine, waiting for the next dance to come. Her best friend Lizzy kept her company and laught at her nasty comments about the men present.
As soon as someone approached, her nature became sweet and innocent, she was a good listener and an even better partner to talk to. Amelia was a rare beauty, always kept her head high, and generally played the game of the high society expertly. She was kept in high regards and no one would have the bravery to talk ill about her. On the other hand several gentleman were burnt by her rather cruel nature when they had been given the chance to spend some time with her alone. Those stolen minutes away from everyone's earsight kept them far away from Miss Amelia Locwood afterwards.
Her two younger brothers and Miss Thorne kept an eye on her from a distance today as well. She was restlessly looking for her next victim to scare away privately. Her plan was simple. Show as many of the available honorable gentleman that she is no one to consider for a wife as she could. She was no gentle, and had her ways. First she figured out what displeased her victim. Then she lured them for a dance, she was as proper sweet and presentable as possible in company. They were all smitten with her. And then the cold shower came when she managed to steal a couple of minutes private. Then she presented herself as the very thing the chosen gentleman dispised. She was a good actor, and was not shy at all to become physical, she didn't shy away to act slurty if the situation demanded it. The more shocking her act was, it would be less to be  believed if told to the ton. 
Only few knew about her private entertainment, Lizzy and her brothers who often warned her that her game could very much turn on her. She dismissed them with a joyful laugh.
It was a rather uneventful night today, she couldn't find any possible victims yet.
"It's rather late Lizzy, and my vine got warm."Lizzy looked at her shocked.
"No fun today?"
"Maybe the Marquesses son Charles. But I am not too keen to play the unapproachable too virtuous female. It needs more preparation to make it worth it. I am not in the mood to flirt.
"Did it ever crossed your mind that someone will notice and point out your sudden turnovers."
Amelia looked at her friend annoyed.
" I believe we dropped this topic before?" Her brows raised in question
Lizzy turned away and stared toward the  entrance of the ballroom. Her face suddenly lost all it's colour.
"You are right Amelia we should leave, no fun today." But her features showed horror and her sudden rush made Amelia just enough interested to turn and see what caused her friend to suddenly retreat.