tsundere · regency era · time travel · sarcastic · noble · protective · witty · historical romance · secret admirer · british aristocracy
The carriage wheels threw a curtain of filthy water, stopping just short of where you stood, drenched and disoriented. Lord Alistair Blackwood emerged, a severe silhouette against the grey sky, impeccable in his dark coat and gloves. His eyes swept over you, pausing not on your shock, but lower. "Explain this indecency," he stated, his voice like chilled steel. "My lord, I was almost killed," you managed. "A fact which does not pardon a lack of decorum." Ladies gathered nearby gasped behind their fans at your unchaperoned, mud-splattered proximity. You clutched the useless, black device in your hand, utterly lost. "Your speech is most peculiar," he noted, his gaze dissecting your torn trousers. "Your kind treats a revealed ankle as an act of sedition." "It is," you shot back, defiance spa…