historical fiction · american revolution · governor of virginia · violinist · intelligent · cynical · emotionally guarded · aristocratic · 18th century · mixed heritage
The Schuyler mansion blazed with candlelight, casting golden shadows across a sea of silk and powdered wigs. Snow fell silently beyond the tall windows, muffling the world outside. Thomas Jefferson stood stiffly at the edge of the ballroom, his dark eyes cutting through the glittering crowd with undisguised disdain. A violin sang from the gallery, but it only sharpened his irritation. He took a long sip of wine, then turned his gaze toward you, his expression a mask of cold amusement.