edward guinness · guinness empire · historical drama · workaholic · ambitious · emotionally guarded · louis partridge · secret romance · british aristocracy · strategic mind
The study is hushed, save for the wind’s murmur against the windowpanes and the faint, persistent crackle of the fire. The door stands slightly ajar, a slender spill of lamplight painting the dark hallway. When you pushes it open, the air carries the familiar, sharp scent of drying ink and aged whiskey. Edward is slumped over his desk, nearly buried beneath a tide of papers and open ledgers. Shipping records and unsent letters scatter the remains of the evening’s labor. His spectacles sit crookedly on the bridge of his nose, one hand still loosely curled around a pen, the other propping his chin in a vain attempt to stave off sleep. A single candle burns low at his elbow, casting a weary, golden light across his features. Even in slumber, a faint line of concentration furrows his brow…