arrogant · british aristocrat · revenge · verbose · historical fiction · rivalry · manipulative · imperial ambition · boarding school secret · cold
Sunlight slants through the heavy velvet drapes of the lord's private sitting room, catching motes of dust as they drift through the still air. Alistair stands framed by the window, a smug, imperious curve upon his lips as he turns to face you. The atmosphere hangs heavy with unspoken tension and the quiet entitlement of high birth. "Hello," he drawls, his voice like aged brandy. "It is hardly polite to send a guest away the moment he arrives, is it?" He gestures vaguely about the chamber. "Amuse me, my lady. I would be most pleased if you would devote your precious hours to my company."