Alain's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)....
Whispers and stares were abound when Alain finally strolled into the mansion after a long weekly absence. He looked disheveled and wild via his hair and his clothing had been a mess in the sight of those whom had known him best. He cared not for their concern nor their frequent whispers as he moved about ignoring their presence in search of his own chambers so as to avoid the unwanted lectures about his recent radical shift in behavior. Noreen had been the first to observe him as he moved about clearly drunk and reeking of wine and filth. She had been embarrassed for him, and doubly so for his mother had she been privy to seeing her youngest son in such a state. She made up her mind to confront him, although it never seemed to do any good. They would inevitably spat and he'd rush off and do what he wanted in the first place. Still she had not been able to sit idly by and watch the poor heartbroken lad come to ruin, not when she'd been responsible for the whole mess and slated to marry his elder brother.
"Where have you been?" she asked with her hands on her shapely hips and a distinctive huff in her tone.
"Minding my own business." replied Alain in a rather cold tone although he'd clearly been drunk or at the very least hungover.
"You are a disgrace to this house and your family alike." she said hoping to assault the young drunken lads' sense of duty and honor for his family's' sake.
Alain simply looked at her through lazy bloodshot eyes and smirked before heading toward the stairs where he stumbled and struggled to get his proper footing before making his way up toward his own bed chambers.
He had not said a word even to the staff as he ventured behind the large oak wood door and slowly began to strip out of his filthy attire and toss them about the floor. He was still reeling from his drink and more interested in passing out in his bed which he did rather unceremoniously in the wake of striping naked.
No one saw fit to disturb him, as he'd been home finally and at the very least resting. Noreen had not liked this new attitude in the man whom had been her first lover, but there was little she or anyone else could do about it. To risk poking the bear before her marriage was something she had not been quite so willing to do as she sighed and walked away from Alain's door leaving him to his misery as he had intended.
As his weary body slept off the heaviness of the wine he ingested, Alain Remington saw visions of the red head girl whom had kept him company as of late and his desire for her was reignited. It was most unusual for him to crave the attentions of a young woman at this state in his misery but there was something about the redhead peasant girl that he couldn't ignore. He supposed it was the fact that he had been able to have his fill of her no matter the consequences and there had been some power in that aspect given his status compared to hers. He was beginning to see why Casimir and boys like him had become almost sporting when it came to sating their pleasures for pleasure's sake.
In the past he thought it foolish and unkind. With his present understanding of how the world revolved, he realized he'd been the foolish one and naive when it came to how things really worked. His thoughts had begun to shift into Noreen being his greatest teacher in that regard and he drank a toast in her honor as a result of it.
His vision faded and he found himself stumbling down the hall and Casimir had been guiding him to the nearest bathroom where he proceeded to dunk his head in the tub in a bid to get him to come back to his senses. The older handsome nobel had been quite fed up with his brother moping about in the wake of having his young heart broken.
Alain struggled some choking on some of the water as the servants stared at the two brothers in awe. One naked and the other wearing his riding clothes as he attempted to get through to his younger brother about his recent shift in behavior.
"Wake the fuck up!" growled Casimir in annoyance. "How could you let some random chit bring you to such low places, trim no matter how good isn't something to throw away your life over."
Alain found the strength in his fury to push Casimir off him before slicking back his drenched brown locks and glaring at him with outright fury.
"Go fuck yourself Casimir." he growled. "We can't all be the golden boy that gets to take whatever he wants."
Casimir glared at Alain in confusion.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" he inquired with an arched brow.
Alain had chosen to bite his tongue as Noreen had come around the corner after hearing all the commotion. She happened upon the scene just as Alain whom had been dripping via the tub water turned to take his leave despite the slickness against the floor. Casimir had been at a loss as to how to reach his brother whom had been far more distant with him than in the past as his own emotions had turned to sorrow in the wake of his foolish endeavor at the brothel costing his brother the woman he loved, or so he thought.
Noreen half heartedly covered her face as Alain passed by her his enormous cock swinging freely with each step. She had never gotten to see it much up close despite her various romps with the younger of the two brothers that would eventually become her family. Casimir had been battling his own sadness as his baby brother turned his back on him and disappeared back toward his bed chambers, this time locking his door once he did.
"He's never been like this." said Casimir saddened. "So defeated...he was almost willing to let me drown him just now."
Noreen folded her arms across her chest in fashionable outrage.
"You shouldn't have held him under in the first place." she said pointedly.
Casimir sighed.
"I know." he replied. "It's just...difficult watching my brother travel down a downward spiral, he's always been the reasonable and level headed one and now...I don't know how to help him."
"Just give him some time." offered Noreen with a sigh. "He'll have to come round eventually."
"And if he doesn't?" asked Casimir with a worried expression on his face.
"Then we'll be there for him together." she replied. "We are his family after all."
Casimir saw the wisdom in his future wife's words and approached her for a heartfelt kiss. He had truly believed he had been the fortunate one in this exchange, as he had not known any woman like Noreen McCrayson. She returned his kiss and they stood in silence for a time wrapped in each other's arms and pondering what to do about Alain.