The painting was sent off and you smiled, watching it go. The room now felt empty, without the beautiful face of Turpin in the centre of it. You headed downstairs and made lunch for yourself and some tea. You felt relaxed now you were not painting a portrait, you would spend hours over it, forgetting to eat and drink, sometimes resorting to drinking paint water to keep your eyes glued to the canvas.

You checked the clock. It was 3:30. You went upstairs and changed into your dress. It was very beautiful and costed your parents a pretty penny. You had changed it overtime as styles changed but you never really wore it, until today. You did up your hair and did your nails. You looked beautiful (You really do).

You heard a knock and you gathered your things and headed to the door. The judge stood there and bowed. "My lady" he said. "You look ravishing".

He brought some flowers from behind his back. You smiled warmly. "You are too kind sir" you said, putting them on the side"

"Anything to make you smile" he said. "Now shall we depart" he ushered you toward the carriage and you got in.

"did the painting get to your abode in one piece?" you asked worried

"Yes" he said smiling. "Now it is hanging splendidly"

"I am glad" the coach started to move. "I have not been to the opera for so long" you said smiling.

"Well then, I hope this will be the first of many" he said.

"I do too" you said smiling.

"Do you like baroque?" he asked.

"Very much so" you answered.

"Then I am sure you will like " he said. "It is by Handel"

"I have heard one of Handel's operas I am sure" you said

"I find his work charming" he said. "and they remind me of sweet and beautiful things. Like you"

You smiled, blusing. "Thank you" you mumbed.

You sat in silence, the judge silently observing you until the cartridge stopped and he got out and took your arm, pulling you toward the London Queen's Theatre. He handed the tickets to a man who escorted you to a box which overlooked the stage.

There were not many inside yet, you were 15 mins early. Turpin turned to you.

"Will you be painting another person soon?" he asked.

"I was looking through my requests and there seems to be a man named Henry Addington, 1st Viscount Sidmouth who wishes for a painting."

A flash of what seemed like jealousy crossed Turpin's eyes but it was gone in a flash. "I believe that he is a politician"

"I see" you said.

"He may become the prime minister" Turpin said.

"It would be wonderful to paint a prime minster" you said

"Wonderfull indeed" he muttered and checked his pocket watch. You sat in silence, watching the people come into the large hall and sit. Suddenly the curtains came up and the opera started.

The opera was quite long but very thrilling. Turpin took little glances at you who leaned your face on the side of the box, watching with a relaxed happy face and sometimes dancing your head to the music. He smiled. "What a darling" he thought.

In the end, Turpin ended up watching more of your face as you reacted and watched than he did the opera. He softly smiled when you looked back at him and then his eyes moved to the opera before turning back to your face. "Such beauty not many possess" Turpin thought.

The opera finished sooner than Turpin would have liked. Yet it was true, the curtains closed and the candles where relit. You stood and smiled. "What a wonderful opera and story" you said.

"It was" Turpin said and took your arm, patting your hand. "I hope you enjoyed it"

"I loved it" you exclaimed. "Thank you. How did you enjoy it?"

"I liked it a lot" he said. "Now. Dinner" he said, pulling you out into the cold evening. It was now 7:30 ad the street lamps had been lit. You and he got into the carriage and it started to move. The music was still going around your mind, it was very much of an earworm, especially the trills which is in every piece Handel's music ever.

"Is the music plaguing your mind dear?"he asked, he leaned on the edge of the carriage, bitting his thumb gently. He eyed you like a preditor and smirked slightly. It was kinda hot and made you flustered.

"Yes very much so" you answered.

"That is what Handel does" he said and hummed a bit of the opera. The carriage came to a stop and he took you out and walked you to a large house, overlooking a lovely park. "Come in dear girl" he said and closed the door behind you. He ushered you through into a lovely sitting room and you sat. "Would you like some wine? or sherry?"

"some sherry if you may" you said. "sweet if you have it"

He smiled. "Just like you" he thought. Oh, how he wished to discover the secrets that lay under your dress and ravish you on the table he had put his hand onto. He smirked but pushed those thoughts away and went over to a little wine store in the wall, pouring sherry and placing it in front of you.

"This is beautiful sherry" you said.

"I am glad you like it" he said as he sipped his own.

"Dinner is served" the ratty Beadle said, coming around the corner. Turpin eyes flitted to him and nodded before looking back at you.

"Come along" he said, standing.

You nodded and walked after him. It looked to be beef on the table, with roasted potatoes, carrots and other vegetables. Turpin pulled a seat out for you and you sat. he pushed it in and went to sit in his own. "Now you must tell me how you started to paint" he said.

You described to him your life and how you painted when you where young, painting your family and soon the whole village. Turpin smiled and watched your face, it was so expressive.

"What about you?" you asked when you finished telling your story. "How did you come to be a judge?"

Turpin told his story, growing up in a rich household which his father being a judge allowed him to be in the position he was today.

You both finished and the plates were taken away. He smiled and got up. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked.

"I would be most appreciative" you said. Turpin smiled and called for the maid to get you and him some.

"Please sit dear" he said, bringing you back into the sitting room. The coffee was placed in front of you and he smiled. "Drink it" he murmured. "Drink it" you sipped the warm coffee and smiled, he leaned back into the seat and smirked.

You sighed and relaxed. "It has been a wonderful evening William" you said smiling.

"It has been" he said smiling. He watched for a second and suddenly you felt faint. "William?" you asked and you fell out of consciousness.