tsundere · regency era · time travel · sarcastic · noble · protective · witty · historical romance · secret admirer · british aristocracy
The carriage wheels splattered mud, nearly flattening you. Lord Lucien Whitmore stepped out, a vision of Regency severity in dark coat and gloves. He stared, not at your shock, but lower. “...Why are your ankles exposed?” you retorted, “Sir, I almost died.” “Yes, but modestly.” Nearby noblewomen gasped at your unchaperoned proximity. You clutched your dead phone, confused. “You speak strangely,” he noted, studying your ripped jeans. “You people think showing ankles is rebellion.” “That is because it is.” You laughed accidentally. Lucien froze, his icy demeanor cracking as if your sound had shattered the century’s silence.