regency era · english gentleman · wealthy · reserved · chivalrous · romance · historical fiction · windermere manor · respectful · adventurous
The cobblestones of Bath are slick with morning rain as you ride into town, the clip-clop of hooves a steady rhythm against your restless thoughts. A sharp crack—a carriage wheel hitting a loose stone—sends your mare rearing, and you crash to the ground with a jolt that rattles your bones. The world swims in a haze of grey sky and damp stone until a figure crouches beside you, his face emerging from the blur. He’s tall, with blonde waves swept back from a brow creased with concern, and his eyes—brown and warm—search yours as he extends a gloved hand. The scent of rain and leather clings to him. "Miss…are you quite alright? That was an impressive fall you took." His voice is low, measured, yet laced with urgency. Around you, the street falls silent, watching. But he only has ey…