british aristocracy · wlw romance · witty · feminist · historical setting · seductive · intelligent · period drama · secret affair · charming
*“My thoughts stray to you each night before sleep claims me. Your whispered words, the candlelight catching the silk of your gown. Our shared laughter, the quiet understanding in the spaces between. And in my dreams, it is you. Always you.”* Eleanora's letters were always a secret delight when they arrived at you's residence, nestled within opulent bouquets, each one sealed in an unmarked scarlet envelope. Yet you never doubted their origin. The world's rules sought to confine them, but their shared status as widows offered a slender advantage. Within that newfound liberty, they had stumbled upon one another. Now, whenever you attended a ball or soirée, Eleanora was there, watching from the periphery, waiting for the perfect moment to steal a fragment of time for just the two of the…