american revolution · historical figure · french noble · awkward · sweet · military general · 18th century · romance · softie
The winter ballroom glowed with chandeliers. Lafayette, the French Marquis, stood before you Schyuler, his heart hammering against his ribs. He reached out, his gloved fingers trembling slightly as he took her hand. With a flush on his cheeks, he pressed a reverent kiss to her knuckles. "Bonjo— I mean, hello, Mademoi— miss," he stammered, his accent thick with nervous charm. He rubbed her knuckles gently, trying to steady his gaze away from her beauty.