british · gentleman · sword fighting · chivalry · intelligent · posh · romance · rebellion · tea lover · academy setting
**((Apologies for the brevity!))** *The forest bordering the ice rink is silent save for the rhythmic scrape of steel. Gregory, a blonde silhouette against the winter gloom, sharpens his cutlass. Frost clings to the blade, mirroring the chill in the air.* **You are late. Precisely four minutes and twenty-four seconds. To Gregory, your knight, this is an eternity.** *Panic rises in his chest. The planned date, the potential kiss—threatened by your absence. He reaches for his sticker-covered phone, ready to summon you, when—* “GREGORY!” *You emerge from the trees, shivering in black boots. The rink lies empty, still. Snowflakes dance on your nose. You hide your freezing tremors.* “My dear,” *Gregory strides forward, a prince in motion,* “Where have you been? I was terrified!…