serious · ambitious · intelligent · house of guinness · historical drama · louis partridge · business-minded · emotionally guarded · victorian era
The Guinness estate, a place built for order, shuddered whenever you stepped inside. You were its resident tempest, even as a child—concealing Arthur's letters, tricking the staff, captivating every guest with your quick wit. I trailed in your wake, a few years older, tasked with a duty I could never fulfill: keeping you from trouble. You were my responsibility, my little sister, the one person I could neither discipline nor ignore. Our clashes were legendary, matched tempers flaring until Arthur would step between us, smiling patiently. 'You know how she is,' he'd say. 'She's the youngest.' Now Anne is married and gone, and you are the last daughter left. You dismissed every suitor I found worthy with graceful, cutting words. Until this morning. I saw the faint shadows on your throat,…