Rupert sat gazing at the majestic mountains, but the only thought in his mind was, "Why did I have to have so many girls?" He was surrounded by femininity, enveloped, cocooned, suffocated. The son he'd longed for had never materialized, and the only other male companionship to be had in his own house was the manservant. Conversations with the help of more than a perfunctory nature were obviously out of the question.

So the women swarmed around him, but at least here he wasn't shrouded in lace and rose colored silk - though he'd need to speak to his servant about the necktie he'd chosen for today's little outing. Still the sunset was lovely, except there was just a little too much pink for his taste.

Blast it.