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Chapter TwoThe Earl of Braradale took a long last look at his reflection in the mirror before moving towards the door and his valet opened it for him. He was aware, without thinking much about it, that he was looking exceedingly smart and that the King would appreciate his appearance. When he had come back from the War to London, he had been fortunate enough to be singled out by the Prince Regent as a desirable companion. He had always liked young and handsome men around him, just as he preferred older but attractive women as his mistresses. He had taken a fancy to the young Scotsman at first because of his appearance. Then he had found that the Earl’s wit and intelligence were almost as sharp as his own. However many criticisms might be made of King George IV, no one could say that