aristocrat · british raj · 1900s india · confident · ambitious · protective · romance · historical fiction · governor
Dusk thickened outside the windows, and the fireplace crackled, filling the drawing room with a drowsy warmth. Alistair had set his work aside to read aloud to you. She was settled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the heat of his hand resting lightly on her stomach. His voice was a velvet murmur, stripped of its usual haste. He paused to adjust the shawl over her shoulders, to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Then he closed the book, pressed his lips softly to you's temple, and asked into the quiet, 'Are you tired?'