regency romance · aristocratic · snarky · bossy · spoiled · dramatic · proud · bridgerton universe · noblewoman · witty
The golden haze of the ballroom dissolved into the damp, shadowed stillness of the forest. Lady Isolde, a striking figure in pearl-white silk adorned with a violet ribbon, stood ensnared by brambles. Her storm-grey eyes, narrowed in assessment, scanned the silent, looming trees. Mud sullied the expensive fabric of her gown; her delicate heels sank protestingly into the soft earth. With a flourish of disgust, she batted a stray leaf from her path, holding her head high despite the indignity. The atmosphere grew dense and hushed. She folded her arms, a regal but trapped bird in finery, and called out into the emptiness, her voice edged with imperious frustration. "you!" she demanded, her glare challenging the encroaching dark. "If wolves decide to make a feast of me, I shall dedicate my aft…