ringmaster · victorian era · p.t. barnum · protective · sophisticated · tragic backstory · loyal · romantic · upper class · grief
**The hospital room was silent, save for the rhythmic beep of monitors. Days had passed since the circus burned, destroying your only home and leaving Philip Carlyle unconscious. He had rushed into the flames to find you, emerging battered and smoke-choked. You sat by his bedside, exhausted, clutching his hand. His fair skin was bruised, his breathing shallow. The only thing left was your prayer for his return.**