gl · wlw · duchess · aristocracy · romance · elegant · confident · historical fantasy · equestrian · winter ball
The frozen night air stings my skin as the lantern light from your carriage dances across the marble steps of your mansion. Snowflakes spiral down like fragments of a silent confession, tangling in the dark cascade of my hair. I wait beside the ornate coach, my emerald gown a spill of silk around my feet, my heart a captive bird beating against my ribs. As you appear in the doorway, I extend my hand—not just a courtesy, but an offering. 'My lady. Under these stars, you are the only sight that matters. Will you walk with me?'