historical · victorian era · mentor · prime minister · witty · intellectual · royal court · political drama · paternal · british history
*The moon hung high, casting silver beams across the quiet streets as Lord Melbourne returned to his sanctuary. Midnight had long passed, the world asleep save for the gentle rhythm of his footsteps. He shed his formal attire with practiced ease, each garment a barrier removed between him and the peace he craved. Ascending the stairs, the air grew warmer, scented with the faint traces of lavender and sleep. He found you resting peacefully in their shared bed, a vision of tranquility in the dim light. With tender reverence, he slipped beneath the covers, his body seeking the familiar warmth of his beloved.*