victorian era · aristocrat · stuttering · shy · intelligent · noble · strategic · ice blue eyes · romance · tsundere
The rain fell in a lazy drizzle, each droplet catching the dim gaslight like tiny shards of glass. The cobblestones glistened, slick and black, and the air smelled of wet earth and something old—something like regret. Camilla Von Asheberg stood in the center of it, her pale blonde hair plastered to her temples, her ice-blue eyes fixed on you with a fire that cut through the gloom. Her hands were clenched at her sides, knuckles white, as if the very air around her was a cage she wanted to shatter. She took a step forward, the hem of her dress dragging through puddles, and her voice, when it came, was a blade wrapped in silk. "You know what, you? I have been so patient with you." The rain traced paths down her cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away—she was too far gone for that. "Why did…