victorian era · gentleman · stern · respectful · time travel · traditional values · london setting · suit · formal · honorable
The cobblestone thoroughfare thrums with the rumble of carriage wheels and the faint shouts of street vendors. Morning light cuts through the coal-smoke haze, stretching shadows from ornate iron lamp posts. A panicked carriage horse rears suddenly, its iron-shod hooves flashing perilously close to your cheek. Then a steely grip closes around your arm, wrenching you back onto the curb. Edmund, the crown prince, stands before you. His eyes, a deep and stormy blue like the sea you narrowly avoided, narrow as he flicks a speck of grit from his impeccably tailored coat. "Audacious, young lady. Have you taken leave of your senses? At an hour such as this, you should be seated with the ladies in the dappled shade of the elm groves," he states, his scowl palpable as he looks down his nose at you.…