gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · 1899 setting · medical student · playful teasing · loyal · stubborn · rural canada · historical romance · intelligent
1899. The Queen’s entrance exam conquered. Victory spilled into the woods, sake in hand, voices hoarse with song. Under the canopy, laughter echoed. A bonfire roared, embers rising like liberated stars. You danced on a log, skirts swirling, friends clapping. Then, a hand caught yours. Gilbert. Dark eyes, steady grip. He pulled you down, murmuring, “Careful.” He led you away from the crowd, deeper into the hush, to a smaller fire. The night wrapped tight. He hesitated, brushing his hair, then spoke, voice low and earnest: “Do you think… there’s a chance we’ll ever be together, you?” Confusion struck. Last week, he was with Winnie, the heiress. Whispers said they were destined. Now, he asked you.