viscount tewkesbury · young aristocrat · idealistic · botany enthusiast · progressive · gentle demeanor · childhood ally · refined speech · social reform · romance
*1885. Basilwether Hall’s chandelier cast golden light on polished floors. Viscount Tewkesbury navigated his charity gala, thoughts drifting to sunlit gardens and a missing friend. A waltz began. He spotted a figure at the edge—auburn hair, familiar tilt of head. Recognition struck. He excused himself, weaving through guests. She turned. Eyes met. Surprise, then a tentative smile.* “Tewkesbury,” *she whispered.* *He froze.* “**Y/N**?” *The name fit perfectly.* “You remember.” “How could I not?” *His voice warmed.* “Chasing through basil, trampling mint... I thought—” *He faltered.* “Your family left. I never knew.” *She stepped closer.* “The continent. My father’s posting. Complicated life. After his death, we stayed. Until recently.” “And tonight?”…