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'''Maximilian Sandeford-Wrey''' is the only son of | '''Maximilian Sandeford-Wrey''' is the only son of [[Barony of Wrotham|Lord Wrotham]] and is the brother of played character [[Tempest Sandeford-Wrey]]. He is played by [[Alex]]. | ||
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Portrayed by James Norton | |
Full Name | Maximilian James Rawdon Sandeford-Wrey |
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Title | The Honourable Maximilan Sandeford-Wrey |
Associated Noble House(s) | Barony of Wrotham, Marquessate of Eastborough, Marquessate of Coniston, Earldom of Alderhan |
Date of Birth | 14 February 1780 |
Father | James Sandeford-Wrey |
Father's Rank | Baron Wrotham |
Mother | Cressida Sandeford-Wrey |
Mother's Rank | Baroness Wrotham |
Town Residence | Wrotham House |
School | Rugby |
University | ? |
Profession | Gentleman of Leisure |
Income | ? |
Maximilian Sandeford-Wrey is the only son of Lord Wrotham and is the brother of played character Tempest Sandeford-Wrey. He is played by Alex.
Family
- Father: James Sandeford-Wrey, Baron Wrotham
- Mother: Cressida Sandeford-Wrey (nee Montgomery), Baroness Wrotham
- Sister: Tempest Sandeford-Wrey
- Wife: Iris Sandeford-Wrey (nee Fortescue)
- Brothers & sisters in law: Mr Jasper, Mr Elliot, Miss Alice, and Miss Cassandra Fortescue.
- Aunts and Uncles: Rawdon Montgomery III, Sophie Montgomery, Bertrand Montgomery, Jocasta Montgomery
- Cousins: Many indeed, including the extended Montgomery family.
Background
Mr Maximillian James Rawdon Sandeford-Wrey — Sandy — is one lucky devil.
From mother he inherited an easy-to-like manner, a good jawline and sandy locks. From father he inherited a pretty fortune and blood as similar to that running in the veins of nobility as one could reasonably hope for. And then, from dead Great Uncle Ambrose and a series of untimely deaths, he suddenly inherited a clear path to a barony. One lucky devil.
Young Sandy spent most of his childhood without siblings. Thankfully, the reasonably sized village of Eversholt boasted another other family of similar status which, again fortunately, had a fuller house. So it was with the children of the Fortescue household that Sandy was socialised. He and the Fortescue brothers built up an easy rapport which was tested and fortified by their time together up at Rugby.
He returned home at 18 and then again at 21 after university and then again, at 24, after his Grand Tour and continued to find the Fortescue house a natural place to socialise — after all, the family hosted all the best parties. Somehow both he and the family's eldest daughter, Alice, without ever expressing it to one another or even to their closest confidantes, came to the sound conclusion that one day they would marry one another and be terribly pleased about it. But there was no haste. Alice enjoyed one season in Bath in 1807 but was made no offers (perhaps, her mother suggested archly, lack of trying had something to do with that?) and happily returned home to Eversholt and to Max. And to one very awkward conversation. Sometime over summer her dear Maximilian had gotten himself engaged. To her younger sister. (Caught with her in a clinch in a folly on the fringe of Wrotham Park, Max had found himself in the unenviable position of having to choose between marrying Iris and being disinherited. The former had seemed a much smaller sacrifice.)
But that was years ago.
The family's current London household comprises a nice mix of people with widely diverging interests: the charming Baron and Baroness, Maximilian, who is in Town this Season to appease his wife Iris, Iris, who could not tolerate another dull hot summer at Wrotham Park or - worse - Eversholt, her siblings Alice and Jasper, both of whom figure London must hold greater delights than Eversholt and the Baron’s youngest daughter, Tempest, who is ostensibly ready to make a grand match this season but, if that’s indeed the case, is being mighty sly about it for she shows no outwards signs of any inclination to do so.