Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
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When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe
Summary
Dear Readers,
Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.
This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…
::
When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.
Summary:As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he’s had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who’s already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.
[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]
Chapter 4: Thin Ice ✨
“Good morning, Your Grace,” he greets his brother with a solemn nod, dripping sarcasm, before flopping down on the chair across from him. “To what do I owe the dishonor of being summoned to your illustrious presence?”
Usually, when Elijah wants to talk and meddle with his private business, he shows up at Klaus’ place uninvited and unannounced. A message to meet him at his gentlemen’s club is a rare occurrence, and all the more worrisome for it. His first instinct was to send the messenger back with a simple note saying No, thank you. But curiosity ate at him, even if he knows, for a fact, he’s bound to regret it. He always does.
Elijah folds his newspaper carefully, and then pushes a glass of sherry across the table towards Klaus. He looks from the glass to his brother, eyebrows arched.
“Elijah, I’m scandalized,” he marvels, sipping from the drink. At least they serve good liquor at this place. “Sherry at 10 in the morning. I should’ve worn my satin breeches for the occasion.”
“I’m merely adapting to my audience,” his brother delivers in a bored tune.
“Whatever happened to make you fun? Did someone die?”
His brother crosses his legs, brushing an invisible fleck of dust from his impeccable trousers. “Caroline Forbes.”
Sorry about the stupid long delay with the update! I totally underestimated how busy I would be at the beginning of this year. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)
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the princess and the debutant- Florence Pugh x Reader (Bridgerton AU) Part 7
summary: after those dreamy days, Charles comes and turns them to nightmare
wc: 2,677
warnings: none? probably a plot twist
a/n: sorry it took a bit to post, i got a bit of writer’s block but i have my ideas organized now so hopefully the following parts will be smoother to write anyway, lmk if you wanna be tagged, any feedback is appreciated and happy reading
The next three days spent in the castle felt like a dream to Y/n. She spent all her time with Florence, getting to know one another. They painted together, played Pall mall, practiced some archery and spent some nights in the library reading to each other. Queen Charlotte was convinced that the two girls had created a beautiful trusting friendship when in reality, they fell more in love every second they spent in each other’s presence.
At the moment, they all stood outside waiting for Y/n’s carriage to arrive. The Queen spoke about multiple letters she had received from many suitors asking for time with the diamond. A special letter stood out and it was that of Lord Charles Deighton. He managed to write very vulnerably which led him into the Queen’s good side.
“He spoke from the heart.” Queen Charlotte said, fanning herself. “It was quite lovely.”
“Are you certain those are his words?” Florence asked, feeling a wave of jealousy. “They could be someone else’s vulnerable words.”
“And why would he do such a thing?”
“Perhaps to get to the Queen’s heart, of course.” The Princess turned to her aunt as the royal rolled her eyes at her niece’s nonsense.
“He is a good man, Florence. Stop with the nonsense.”
Y/n remained quiet, staring at the ground as she fidgeted with her fingers. The horses galloped, pulling the carriage to stop in front of the castle steps. The diamond looked up and turned to the Queen before curtsying.
“Thank you for the invitation, Your Majesty.” She smiled. “I had a wonderful time.”
“It’s a pleasure dear.” Queen Charlotte smiled. “I hope you make it home safely.”
The diamond nodded and smiled as Her Royal Highness turned to go up the stairs, back to her royal duties. Florence stood there, holding her hands in front of her and waiting for her aunt to be inside before taking Y/n’s hand.
“Must you leave?” She asked with a slight frown.
“I must.” The diamond replied. “My mama is waiting for me.”
“I hope you enjoyed your stay.” The blonde whispered and looked up at you.
“Indeed I did.” The diamond smiled, squeezing Florence’s hand and whispered “Especially those.. particular moments.”
“Those I certainly enjoyed the most.”
They both chuckled and stood face to face before Y/n turned her head towards the carriage to see the footmen holding the door open.
“I will write to you.” Y/n smiled and pulled the Princess in for a hug. Florence parted and squeezed her hand one last time before letting the diamond walk down the steps.
The blonde waited till the girl climbed into the carriage to turn and walk back to the castle. When she almost reached the top, someone called her from behind, making her turn to see Y/n poking her head out of the carriage with a huge smile.
“I shall see you soon, Florence.” The diamond shouted, causing Florence to gasp in shock. She had just called the Princess by her name, in front of many castle workers.
“Get her home safely, Robert!” The blonde shouted to the footmen, who nodded with a small smile before making the horses gallop.
The carriage began to move forward as Florence drifted her eyes to Y/n who was still staring at her. The diamond moved her fingers, saying goodbye causing the blonde to do the same before entering the castle. She closed the door and leaned against it as she took a deep breath, reminiscing on everything that had occurred in the last few days. The Princess remembered the way Y/n’s fingers felt on her skin, the way their lips felt together. Florence never imagined herself feeling this way towards anyone, let alone a woman but there she was.
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The moment Y/n arrived home, she was greeted by her parents in the parlor and was about to excuse herself when her mother mentioned someone else’s presence in the manor. All she wanted was to take a bath and rest due to the very tiring trip from the castle.
“Is there someone else here?” Y/n asked, furrowing her brows.
“I am sure the Queen received my letter.” A voice said from behind her, making her turn to see Charles.
“My Lord.” The diamond curtsy as she stared at him in surprise. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Lord Deighton wanted to be present for your arrival.” Lady Johnson smiled.
“I just wished to be here to ask how your days at the castle went.” He grinned, sending shivers down the diamond’s spine.
“It was very enjoyable, my Lord.” She nodded and stared at the ground before looking up again. “The Princess and I sorted our differences.”
“Oh did you, love?” Lady Johnson asked, touching her daughter’s shoulder while the diamond nodded.
“That sounds very delightful.” Lord Johnson chuckled.
“You must feel a tremendous relief, Miss Johnson.” Charles chimed in with a hand in his suit pocket while the other scratched the top of his brow.
“Indeed I do, my Lord.” Y/n nodded as she fidgeted with her fingers.
“I shall go check if the dinner is ready.” Lady Johnson announced, looking around at everyone. “Excuse me.”
She walked out of the room and left the rest of them alone in silence. Lord Johnson sat down on the couch and read the newspaper as Y/n and Charles stood next to each other. The diamond stared at her hands and walked towards the window, looking up at the sky to see the stars and the moon.
“Miss Johnson.” Charles called out, standing next to her. “I thought you and the Princess had rekindled before your stay.”
“Well no, my Lord.” She chuckled nervously. “We have become friends now.”
“Oh well, that’s good to hear.” He smiled and looked outside before whispering “I just wanted to ask since you were kissing at the ball the other night.”
Y/n’s eyes opened wide as she slowly turned her head to the brunette who stared seriously at her, letting her know that it was in fact, not a joke. They both stayed quiet as the diamond became anxious, imagining every possible scenario if he were to ever tell anyone what he saw. My parents will hate me, she thought to herself. What will happen to Florence? Will the Queen kill me? I will be exiled from the country, Y/n continued to think as her heart began to beat faster.
“You thought I was not going to see your behavior?” Charles asked as he whispered in an angry tone. “The way you purposely walked out of the room whenever the Princess walked in… in order for her to find you.”
“My Lord, that is not-” Y/n shook her head.
“How long has it been happening?” Lord Deighton cut her off as he got a bit closer to her. “What do you think would have occurred if someone else would have seen you, Miss Johnson?”
The diamond opened her mouth to speak but no words came out as her eyes began to tear up in fear.
“The dishonor you are bringing to your family.” He continued to whisper as her breaths got uneven and quicker. “The shame the Royal Family would have.”
“I d- I do not wish to hurt anyone.” Y/n whispered as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Well Miss Johnson, I-“
“Dinner is being served!” Lady Johnson exclaimed, popping her into the parlor. “You can all come to the dining room.”
“We will be there in just a moment.” Lord Johnson replied, closing the newspaper before standing up to see his daughter looking out the window as Charles stared with an evil smirk. “Is everything alright?”
The man turned and nodded, walking away from the diamond. Y/n wiped her tears away as she tried to even out her breath again. She turned and gave her father a sad smile before walking past him. The girl walked in and sat down, avoiding everyone’s face as she stared at her hands on her lap. Lord Johnson walked in, never parting his eyes from his daughter as he searched for a way to look at her face a bit better. He noticed her nose was red which was a direct indication that she had cried.
“The food looks wonderful.” Charles spoke up, breaking the silence as he grabbed the napkin to place it on his lap.
“Indeed, the cook did a marvelous job.” Lady Johnson agreed with a bright smile before staring at her husband. “Isn’t that right, darling?”
“Look delightful, my love.” He nodded with a smile.
Y/n remained quiet, trying to conceal her shaky hands as she began to eat her dinner. Everyone else engaged in a conversation, choosing to avoid the diamond’s silence. Later on, Lord and Lady Johnson continued to speak as Charles scooted closer to Y/n before leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“No one will have any knowledge of what I saw..” He started causing her to look at him. “But you must do as I say.”
“You cannot do this to me.” The diamond begged with sad eyes. “You are being cruel.”
“Cruel?” Charles scoffed. “I am being merciful considering what you have done.”
“Please, my Lord.” Y/n closed her eyes, holding her tears.
“You must agree to marry me when this evening comes to an end.”
“Wha-”
“You must agree and we will obtain what we both desire.” He smirked devilishly, placing his hand on Y/n’s lap. “You keep your little affair and I immediately receive part of your family’s fortune.”
The diamond stared at him in disbelief. He just wanted to court her in order to get her money, not the other way around. Charles was never after her love and attention, he was after the power that he would obtain if he joined the Johnson family. She remained quiet and turned back to her plate to resume her eating.
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Y/n stared out the window as they all gathered up in the parlor again. Charles and Lord Johnson engaged in a political conversation as Lady Johnson drank her tea while listening to them. The diamond sat on the cushioned chair with only the blonde in mind. She wanted to run to her at the moment and forget about the stressful pressure she received from Charles. Sadly, that wasn’t the case.
“Miss Johnson.” Lord Deighton called out, making her break out her trance.
“Yes, my Lord.” Y/n replied.
“After a talk with Lord and Lady Johnson, I have decided to finally ask you a very important question.” Lord Deighton said with a fake smile as he walked towards her where he slowly got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
Y/n stared at the ring in his hand in fear. Her parents were ecstatic for her to say ‘yes’, feeling that their daughter had finally found someone that would love her unconditionally. Florence appeared in her mind almost immediately, making a sense of guilt rush through her. Her lips frowned and shook as she began to silently cry before slowly nodding her head.
Lord and Lady Johnson cheered and hugged each other as Charles placed the ring on her finger before kissing the top of her hand. He stood up and pulled her with him as her parents pulled her into a loving hug. Y/n hugged her father a bit tighter as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. He parted from the hug and cupped her face as he stared in worry.
“Are you alright, love?” Lord Johnson whispered.
“Yes, papa.” She muttered and looked to the ground while wiping her tears away. “My apologies, I have become very emotional.”
“Are you certain?” He asked again and Y/n nodded with a sad smile.
“It is a joyous occasion!” Lady Johnson exclaimed as she turned to her husband and daughter. “We must host a ball! Oh it would be wonderful, the Queen and Princess must attend.”
“Definitely, darling.” Lord Johnson replied with a smile.
“The ball shall be in two days.” The lady announced and grabbed her daughter’s hands. “And you, my darling, shall have a pick on everything.”
“Mama, there’s no need to-”
“Oh nonsense, my dear! You will have a pick in everything you desire.” She continued, filled with joy as her daughter nodded along to everything she said.
“Well I must leave you ladies to that.” Charles said and bowed his head before shaking Lord Johnson’s hand. “I shall bid you all a goodnight.”
“Goodnight, my Lord.” Y/n muttered with a frown as she curtsy.
He smiled at her parents one more time and turned, walking out of the parlor and out of the house. The diamond sighed as her mother continued to talk about all the invitations she had to order. Y/n stared at the ground and moved away from her mother.
“I’m awfully tired, mama.” She whispered, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m going off to bed. Goodnight.”
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Later that night, Y/n sat on her small desk writing a letter to Florence. She explained everything that had occurred, the ball, the engagement, the blackmailing. The diamond wrote her worries and feelings into that sheet of paper before folding it and placing it in a small envelope.
After grabbing her candle, Y/n tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen looking for a small box that the servants kept for outgoing mail. The room seemed empty and quiet as she walked across to place the envelope into the box. She sighed as she looked out the small window when she was about to turn-
“Miss Johnson?” A soft voice asked from behind her, making her jump in surprise as she turned to see Ella, her maid.
“Oh, it’s just you.” Y/n chuckled nervously as she took a deep breath.
“Is everything alright?” The girl asked, stepping closer.
“Yes, I was just putting a letter in the box for it to be sent tomorrow.” The diamond answered nervously. “It is quite important.”
“I will make sure the mail man receives it first thing in the morning.” Ella nodded.
“Oh thank you so much.” Y/n let out a breath of relief as she grabbed the maid’s hands. “Thank you, truly.”
“Of course, my Lady.” Ella smiled. “It’s no problem.”
The diamond nodded and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the girl alone in thought. She walked around the table and opened the small box to see the freshly written address on the envelope. It was directed to the castle, specifically for the Princess to read. Ella grabbed the envelope and closed the box carefully, making sure to not make a sound in case Y/n was not far enough.
She held the envelope tightly in her hand as she walked outside towards the stables, looking for a horse. Ella pulled out Y/n’s horse and in a few moments she was galloping down the road in the coldness of the night. After some time, she arrived at a house and galloped to the back, perfectly knowing that she would go undetected if she entered through the kitchen. The girl went up the stairs, having perfect knowledge of where the study was.
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Charles sat in his study, reading some contracts when a soft knock echoed around the room. He sighed in annoyance and put the paper down.
“Come in.” He called out and almost immediately the door opened to reveal the woman who had been in his bed almost every night for the last few months. “Ella… what are you-”
“You must see this.” She cut him off, holding up the envelope. “She said it was important.”
Charles leaned back on his chair as he rubbed his chin while an evil smirk painted his face. His plan was finally coming along. Ella was a direct inside source to know everything that was happening in the Johnson family. Now he just hopes for nothing to mess it up…
the princess and the debutant- Florence Pugh x Reader (Bridgerton AU) Part 6
summary: florence takes y/n to explore the castle grounds, alone..
wc: 3,483
warnings: lots of making out..
a/n: oh my god!! you guys i have had so many ideas for the future parts and i’m so excited to share them with you all until then, feedback is appreciate, lmk if you wanna be tagged and happy reading
The moment Florence opened the ballroom door, classical music erupted not allowing people to notice the women walking back in. They gave each other one last look and smiled before parting ways. Y/n met up with Maryann and was immediately pulled to a far corner.
“You’re smiling.” She whispered. “I’m sure it went well.”
“Indeed, yes.” The diamond nodded, staring at the ground and muttering “We kissed.”
Maryann’s eyes grew wide in joy as she grabbed her friend’s hands, gripping them tightly as she squealed in excitement.
“That’s wonderful, truly wonderful.”
“Yes, it was.” Y/n smiled as her cheeks turned red. “We will meet again, we’re just not certain as to when.”
“It shall be very soon then.” Maryann nodded. “You can speak to her before the ball ends.”
“I will try to..” The diamond nodded and looked around, making sure no one was near them. “It felt magical. She’s absolute perfection and I-I just- I feel the need to be with her and-”
“You’re in love, Y/n.” She smiled. “That is what being in love feels like… exactly that.”
“Well then, I-I guess I’m in love.” The diamond shrugged with a huge smile as her friend pulled her into a tight hug.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the ballroom, Florence stood next to her aunt as she spoke to Lord and Lady Johnson. They spoke about the horse races coming up in hopes of making bets on the same horse. The Princess spaced out for a moment as her mind drifted to Y/n. She thought about the way she tasted, the way her hands felt in her hair, how they gripped her dress. The blonde began to remember how Y/n looked in her nightgown with her hair down and the moonlight shining on her skin. All she wished for at the moment (and all the times before) was to just rip off that-
“Florence, dear.” Queen Charlotte said, breaking her niece’s trance. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, my apologies.” Florence shook her head with a nervous chuckle. “I just wanted to speak to you about Miss Johnson.”
“What about Miss Johnson?”
“I have an idea for us to um..” She looked down as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Start developing a friendship, the right way. No arguments, no snarky comments.”
“Very well.” The Queen hesitated as she fanned herself. “What do you wish to do?”
“We could invite her to stay in the castle for a few days.”
“And you are certain this will work?”
“Indeed.” Florence nodded. “Perhaps spending time in each other’s company will help resolve our differences.”
“Hmmm.” Queen Charlotte hummed and she squinted her eyes. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
“Well I was thinking earlier and since she is your diamond this season, we will be seeing each other a lot.” She explained as she fidgeted with her dress. “Perhaps this helps make everything a bit more… easy.”
The Queen stayed quiet and nodded her head slowly before turning around to find Y/n. Florence stood in confusion before quickly following after her aunt, eager to see her next move. They made their way across the ballroom, causing everyone curtsy as they walked by.
“Miss Johnson.” Queen Charlotte spoke, causing her diamond to turn and curtsy. “Miss Addington.”
“Your Majesty.” Y/n smiled. “How are you?”
“Very well, enjoying this wonderful ball.” She said and stared at Maryann who bowed her head with a smile. “I wanted to invite you over to the castle once again, if that’s alright with you.”
“Of course, Your Majesty, yes.” Y/n smiled and looked at Florence before staring back at the Queen. “Will it be just for one evening?”
“Well I was hoping you would be able to stay for a few days.”
“Oh, of course, Your Majesty.” The diamond nodded. “I would be delighted to, thank you.”
“It is settled then. Is it possible that you arrived tonight?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Good, I’ll expect you tonight after the ball.” Queen Charlotte smiled and turned around as the girls curtsy. Florence looked at Y/n once more with hopeful eyes before following after her aunt.
“Seems like you will see her sooner than expected.” Maryann whispered, leaning into her friend whose cheeks were red.
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After the ball, Miss Johnson left in the royal carriage after the Queen had insisted on letting her use the clothing from the castle. The ride back was a bit quiet but filled with intriguing stares coming from Florence and Y/n. They looked at each other, down at their hands, out the window, trailed their eyes up and down each other’s bodies. It was surprising that Queen Charlotte never felt the tension between them.
The carriage came to a stop and the footmen quickly opened the door to usher the Queen out first. Florence climbed out next and lastly, Y/n who walked shyly up to the front steps. They walked into the middle of the room, in front of the main staircase, where Queen Charlotte turned to the girls.
“It has been a long, tiring night. Perhaps we should all go to bed.” She nodded and turned to one of the maids. “Marjorie, please take Miss Johnson up to her room.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The woman curtsy and smiled at her, waiting for the diamond to walk towards the stairs.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Y/n curtsy and walked towards the stairs before turning around. “Goodnight.”
She made her way up the stairs with Marjorie, leaving Florence and the Queen alone.
“Take some horses tomorrow.” Queen Charlotte ordered. “Show her around the fields, the greenhouse. It’ll be good to be alone and talk.”
“Alright, we can ride in the morning.” The blonde nodded. “I shall let her know. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, dear.” The Queen muttered and walked away with her maids while Florence climbed up the stairs to her room.
Her bath was ready and warm once she stepped inside. The maids quickly undressed her and placed her in the tub with some lavender scented soap. She sat there in silence as her mind traveled to the diamond that was across the hall from her. Florence thought of her, once again, in her nightgown with her hair down as she stared into her kind, loving eyes.
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“Thank you, Marjorie.” Y/n said sweetly as she pulled her hair from the back of the nightgown. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, my lady.” The girl curtsy and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the diamond alone.
She stood up and walked around the room before making her way to the window. Y/n looked outside and saw the staff turning off the torches that lit up the garden. Every time each fire faded, the stars would become a bit brighter, causing the diamond to sit on the window seal.
After a few moments, the backyard was pitch black and the only thing shining into her room was the moon. Y/n rested her head against the wall behind her as she began to stare at the sky with nothing but Florence in mind. The cold breeze flew through the trees creating a rustling sound. The diamond was so focused on that, she never heard the door opening.
“Beautiful night, is it not?” A voice asked, making Y/n jump and turn to see Florence with a warm smile. “Didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s alright.” She chuckled and jumped off the window seal. “It is a very beautiful night.”
“There’s a full moon.” Florence pointed out as she walked towards the window, standing next to Y/n as she looked at the sky. “I always enjoy looking at the stars.”
“Me as well. It is almost peaceful.”
“Exactly, yes.”
Silence filled the room as the Princess stared out the window while Y/n walked around the room. She wrapped her arm around the bedpost and leaned her head against it, never parting her eyes from the blonde whose face shone in the moonlight. Florence turned her head and caught the diamond staring. She turned and leaned against the window seal, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s not nice to stare.” The blonde muttered and tilted her head.
“I’m admiring.” Y/n whispered as her cheeks turned red. “The way the moon was shining on your skin… and the way your eyes lit up.”
“Oh were you?” Florence smirked, pushing herself away from the window to walk towards the girl. She nodded, looking down at her floor before looking up to see the Princess standing in front of her.
The blonde tucked a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear and rubbed her thumb softly over her cheek, making the girl lean into it. The diamond lifted her hand and placed it over Florence’s before dragging it up and down her forearm.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” Y/n whispered causing the blonde to chuckle. “You do. They are a beautiful shade of green with a small speck of light brown in the middle.”
“You have been staring for quite some time.” Florence whispered.
“Indeed, I have.”
“You have remained in my head every passing second..” The blonde whispered, moving closer to Y/n. “The way your lips felt on mine… the way you tasted… the way you smelled.”
The diamond looked at the Princess’s lips and back up to her eyes as her skin turned hot. She moved her head closer to her, until their noses grazed each other.
“Tell me if you wish to stop.” Florence whispered.
“Do not stop.” Y/n whispered and connected their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Florence cupped the diamond’s cheeks, pressing their bodies together against the bedpost. Y/n dug both of her hands into the blonde’s soft hair, causing the Princess to moan into the kiss. The diamond moved one hand down to the royal’s waist, feeling the thin white fabric from her nightgown.
Their lips moved in perfect sync and fit together like puzzles as Florence moved them to the bed, making Y/n sit on the edge of the bed. They parted from each other, catching their breaths as they stared at each other with passion and desire.
“Aunt Charlotte wishes for us to go riding tomorrow.” Florence muttered, rubbing her thumb over Y/n’s hand. “For you to see the fields and the greenhouse.”
“That sounds delight-”
“Alone.” The blonde interrupted, causing the diamond to look up in surprise.
“She’s allowing us to go alone?” Y/n whispered.
Florence nodded softly as she lifted the diamond’s hand, giving it a soft kiss.
“We shall meet at the stables in the morning.” She whispered as the diamond pulled her to stand between her legs.
The Princess smiled and leaned down connecting their lips in a passionate kiss one last time. They parted with one of their hands interlocked while Y/n’s free hand reached Florence’s hip, giving it a light squeeze from time to time.
“We must get some sleep then.” The diamond whispered and she moved to stand up.
She held Florence’s hand all the way to the door, keeping her close behind. Y/n reached for the door and opened it slowly as the blonde walked outside of the room, standing in the hallway. The diamond leaned her head upon the door causing the Princess to step forward and kiss her one last time.
“Goodnight.” Florence whispered.
“Goodnight.” Y/n muttered with a smile. “Sweet dreams.”
The blonde smiled one last time before turning around and walking across the hall to her room. She slowly opened the door and looked back, seeing the dim light from the candle shine on Y/n’s face. Florence threw a kiss and walked into her chamber, causing the diamond to close the door before placing her back against it.
She took deep breaths as a wide smile remained on her face, never faltering. A cold breeze brought her back to reality, making Y/n walk towards the window to close it. The room remained silent and peaceful, giving her the perfect opportunity to get into bed. Feeling eager for the following morning.
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The sun pierced through the slightly open window, directly hitting Y/n in the face which caused her to stir awake. Her ears perked up at the sound of birds chirping making her eyes flutter open. The bright light caused her to groan as she turned to the other side of the bed. The activities from the night before filled her head immediately, causing Y/n to smile as she ran her finger tips over her lips.
A soft knock on the door echoed around the quiet room as Marjorie slowly walked in. The diamond turned on her back and saw as the girl tiptoed to the windows, opening them one by one. Y/n groaned once more when the sun came into full view, causing Marjorie to chuckle.
“Good morning, my Lady.” She curtsy with a smile. “The Princess is waiting for you by the stables.”
“Already?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up on her elbows as Marjorie nodded. “I must get ready then.”
The diamond got out of bed and into the bathroom to be able to splash a bit of water on her face. Marjorie took out the clothes, placing it on the bed as Y/n brushed her teeth and woke herself up a bit. She walked out as she unbuttoned the sleeves of her nightgown before turning around to let Marjorie unbutton the back.
The nightgown was off, pooled at her feet making Y/n step out before walking towards her bed to pick up her undergarments. After a few minutes, the diamond was finally dressed. Her hair was down and had little braids pinned back, which was unusual since her hair was always pinned up and away from her face. She made her way downstairs with Marjorie and walked out through the kitchen, which was a shortcut to the stables.
“Just pass the apple tree, you’ll see it quickly.” Marjorie said, pointing past a stone wall.
“Thank you.” Y/n smiled and began to walk away from the castle, eager to see the particular blonde again.
The leaf crunched under her boots as she walked over the grass. She turned one last corner and there she was. The Princess stood in front of the stable with two leeches in hand, running her hand over the horse’s head. Y/n couldn’t help but stand there for a moment and just stare. The run was hitting her perfectly, making her skin glow and her eyes extra green.
“Good morning.” She said softly, making the royal turn around and smile. “I see you are good with horses.”
“I love horses.” Florence smiled and turned back to them. “I have always had them.”
“Of course you have, you’re a Princess.” Y/n chuckled, walking closer to the blonde. She stood next to her, feeling Florence’s eyes on her. The diamond lifted her hand towards the horse’s head but instead placed it over the blonde’s, running it her arm softly.
“Perhaps we should get going?” The diamond asked, breaking the Princess from her trance.
“Oh yes, we should.” The blonde nodded, handed Y/n one of the leeches before beginning to walk out of the stables.
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The sun burnt against their skin as they continued galloping along the dusty road alongside the infinite green field. There were birds chirping in the trees and the wind moved their hair as it flew around them. Y/n and Florence had been talking the whole way but right now they stayed in a comfortable silence as they enjoyed the nature around them.
“Where are you taking me now?” Y/n asked, breaking the silence.
“The greenhouse.” Florence replied, looking back at her. “It’s not far.”
“Do you go there often?”
“No, not really.” The blonde shook her head. “I have only been there two times.”
The diamond nodded as they continued their ride through the fields. Suddenly, the sky became dark and cloudy, making them gallop the horses a bit quicker. Y/n felt a drop on her arm and before she could say anything, the sky broke in rain. The rain poured down even quicker as the horses galloped faster down the road until they finally made it to the greenhouse.
“Get inside, quick!” Florence shouted, pulling her horse to a stop as Y/n got down from hers before running towards the glasshouse. She quickly ran inside and stood still, looking around at the different flowers and plants that littered the place.
The air felt fresh and clean as the diamond walked down the center. Her eyes trailed the whole place, feeling as if she was inside a fairytale. Her boots began to squeak which caused Y/n to look down to see a trail of water droplets on the ground. The door finally opened to reveal a soaking wet Florence. She stepped inside and took her blonde hair off her face before looking up to see the diamond in the middle of the room.
“What do you think?” The Princess asked out of breath as she began to walk towards the diamond.
“It’s absolutely breathtaking.” Y/n smiled as she looked around again. “How long has this been here?”
“Very long.” Florence chuckled, standing next to her. “Not certain on how long but it has been a very long time.”
“It’s beautiful.” The diamond smiled. “Are there any tulips here?”
“I believe so, in the back area.” The blonde said, pointing behind the girl. “I’ll go with you.”
They both walked to the back of the greenhouse to see a small corner invaded by white tulips. The glass was wet from the outside and the sound of the raindrops against the crystal invaded the quiet space. Y/n stepped closer towards them and traced her fingertip over their petals.
“These are absolutely beautiful.” She whispered in awe as Florence continued to stare at her.
“They certainly are.”
“Thank you for bringing me here.” The diamond smiled, turning to the Princess as she walked back to lean against the cold glass.
“It’s a pleasure.” She smirked and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she walked towards Y/n. “I knew you would find an interest in it.”
“I certainly did.” Y/n nodded and smiled, drifting her eyes to the ground. She looked up and saw Florence standing close to her.
The Princess grabbed the diamond’s hand and pressed it to her lip as she continued to walk closer. They stood together in silence as Florence ran her hands up Y/n’s arms, making shivers run down her spine.
The diamond cupped the blonde’s cheek and brought herself towards her, connecting their lips in a slow kiss. Florence got lost in it, placing her hands on the glass as she pressed her body against Y/n. The kiss got quicker with passion making the glass become misty from the heat radiating from their bodies. Y/n moved her hands down to the Princess’s waist and continued to her hips, moving the skirt upward to reveal the silky skin below.
Y/n grabbed her thigh as she leaned forward, taking the opportunity to turn them both around, trapping Florence between her and the glass. She slowly trailed her hand a bit lower, reaching under her knee to lift the leg up to her waist. The Princess parted from the kiss and looked down, causing the diamond to kiss her neck.
Florence threw her head back and whimpered as she felt the pair of soft lips kissing her skin down to her collarbone. Y/n lifted her head again, looking into the blonde’s green eyes as she moved her hand all the way down her leg and up to her thigh. The Princess buried her hands into the diamond’s hair, pulling her towards her lips again.
“I never want this moment to end.” Y/n mumbled against the blonde’s lips, pressing their foreheads together.
“It does not have to.” Florence whispered, cupping the diamond’s cheeks. “We can stay here for a bit longer.”
“Won’t the Queen say anything?”
“I don’t believe she knows we’re gone.” They chucked and continued kissing sweetly as the rain came to a stop.
The sun rays came in through the glass as their lips continued to move together in perfect sync. Y/n pulled away and pecked the Princess’s button nose before taking her hand as she pulled her to another part of the greenhouse. They walked around staring at every plant and flower that was grown there as their hands remained intertwined.
Florence purposely pressed the diamond against every possible surface to connect their lips again. Neither of them were certain when this kind of opportunity would present itself again, so they were determined to feel, touch and taste each other as much as they could.
Miss Johnson tossed and turned all night, never able to conciliate her sleep. After the ball, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Princess. Her mind traveled to the blonde and how her hands felt on her skin. Y/n’s hands traced the places Florence had touched her and she remembered the feeling of the blonde’s breath on her face. It kept her up all night as she continued to replay the scene in the library over and over again.
Her heart fluttered at Florence’s presence. Even at the sound of her name. Her cheeks would turn red any time their skin would touch. It was love. Y/n was certain that it was which brought her to the most difficult decision of her life. She would have to cut all ties with the Princess, for good. No more late night talks in the library, no more subtle touches, no more walks around the garden and no more loving stares.
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“What ever occurred with Lord Deighton?” Queen Charlotte asked and sipped from her tea.
“I’m not certain he is the right candidate for me.” Y/n almost whispered, looking down at her cup and up at the Queen.
Her Royal Highness had invited her diamond over for tea to discuss the ball from the night before. They currently sat in the parlor, across from each other as the afternoon sun shone through the curtains.
“I thought you enjoyed his company.”
“I did, yes.” The diamond nodded. “Lord Deighton just came off as a bit rude. I don’t want a rude man to be my husband.”
“Perhaps you should give him another chance.” The Queen shrugged. “He seems like a very promising young man. Perhaps if you try again, you will be able to find a connection.”
“Maybe so.” She smiled and looked down at her lap. “I shall speak to him if I ever see him.”
“Very well.” Queen Charlotte smiled, leaning forward to place her teacup down. “Would you like to take a walk?”
Y/n nodded with a smile and placed her teacup down before standing up as she waited for the Queen to walk out the parlor. She followed Her Royal Highness around the castle as she explained some history behind paintings and sculptures. They wandered into what seemed to be a jewelry room, where every piece of diamond and pearl the Queen had worn was laid out in glass boxes. Along with her crowns.
“This one I received when I was crowned Queen.” She said, pointing at an emerald and gold jewelry set. “The King gave it to me.”
“It’s very beau-”
“Oh, Miss Johnson.” A voice said from the door making them turn to see Florence. “I was not informed that you were coming.”
“Your Majesty.” Y/n curtsy and turned to the Queen. “I am afraid I must get going. I promised mama I would help her decide on the new fabric for the curtains we’re importing from Italy.”
“Oh very well.” Queen Charlotte nodded with a smile. “Weasley will show you out.”
“Thank you for the invitation, Your Majesty.” The diamond curtsy. “I had a delightful evening. Excuse me.”
She walked out of the room, avoiding the blonde’s eyes. Once Y/n was out of the room, Queen Charlotte scoffed as she shook her head before turning to her niece who frowned.
“Did you argue again?”
“No-”
“Then why is she walking away the second you appear?” The Queen raised her voice.
“I don’t know.” The Princess shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to her or seen her since last night’s dance. We never argued, there was no misunderstanding, I don’t-”
“Fix it, Florence.” she muttered and walked out of the room, leaving Florence alone with her thoughts.
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For the following week, this behavior remained. Y/n avoided Florence at all costs. Whenever she walked into a room, the diamond found an excuse to walk out immediately. It occurred once at the Johnson’s manor when Lady Johnson had invited the Princess over for an afternoon tea. The second Y/n walked into the parlor and saw her, she quickly excused herself to practice some archery. Even though she had already done that earlier in the day.
Another day, they were at the park along with many other families. Miss Johnson was walking alongside Miss Addington, speaking about one of her suitors when Florence arrived. Y/n had yet to see her since she was focused on listening to her best friend gush over her possibly future husband. The conversation came to a halt when Lady Addington walked towards them while speaking to Florence. Y/n stopped dead in tracks and moved her eyes to the ground before letting go of Maryann’s arm. The diamond ignored her friend’s calls as she walked away, looking for her parents. Maryann turned to the Princess and gave her a sad look before bowing towards her.
Throughout that day, Miss Addington spoke to Florence about Y/n who stayed with her parents the rest of the afternoon. Since Maryann was the only one that knew about her friend’s feelings towards the Princess, she took the opportunity to speak about it.
“Why do you think she walks away?” Florence asked, fidgeting with her fingers.
“Well it is definitely not because of some lack of love.” Maryann shook her head and stopped to turn to her. “It is more fear and denial towards those feelings.”
“People won’t like what they see.” The blonde whispered. “They will talk and judge… but I just wish to speak to her, I… I must see her again.”
“My parents are hosting a ball tomorrow. I can help you speak to her.”
“Could you?”
“Of course.” Maryann nodded with a smile. “Y/n is my best friend, I just wish for her to be happy.”
“Thank you.” Florence whispered as her eyes got tearful. She nodded her head softly and pulled Miss Addington into a tight hug as she mumbled “Thank you, thank you.” into the girl’s ear.
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The ball was at its peak when the Queen and Princess arrived. Couples were dancing around the ballroom as people chattered and gossiped on the sidelines while the orchestra played their instruments. Maryann danced with her now fiancé, Lord Harris, with a smile that reached up to her eyes. They laughed as they moved in circles, never taking their eyes off each other as Y/n watched from a corner.
She stood alone, fidgeting with her fingers as her eyes moved from the couple and around the ballroom in search of a familiar face. Lord and Lady Johnson were off having a conversation with other people which meant that her parents weren’t an option. Maryann danced with Lord Harris and now with the engagement, she was definitely off limits.
“Miss Johnson.” A voice broke her trance making her turn to the side to see Charles. “I would firstly wish to apologize for what was said during our last conversation. It was very rude of me to have spoken that way.”
“Lord Deighton, I appreciate the apology.” She nodded and stared at her hands. “It was very kind of you.”
“I am a gentleman, Miss Johnson.”
“And this has shown exactly that, my Lord.” Y/n smiled sweetly. Charles was about to speak but was interrupted by royal trumpets as Queen Charlotte and Princess Florence walked in.
Everyone bowed, watching in awe as they both made their way towards the middle of the ballroom. Florence moved her eyes around the room in search of Miss Johnson who was trying to find a way to escape. Even though she wanted to speak to her, she couldn’t allow her feelings to progress.
Their eyes connected in a second causing Y/n’s heart to start racing. Florence took a few steps forward before halting as she felt a presence next to her. It was Maryann. The girl curtsy before stepping aside to introduce Lord Harris to the Princess. This gave the diamond the perfect opportunity to walk out of the ballroom unnoticed. Not even Charles Deighton.
“Would you like some refresh-” He said turning around but quickly stopped noticing he was once alone. “Miss Johnson?”
Y/n ran up the stairs, holding up her dress to not trip. The diamond walked onto the hallway and, since she had been in that house multiple times, she walked straight to the library. The room was quiet and warm as the fire sizzled over the wooden logs. Miss Johnson placed her hand on her chest as she took deep breaths while pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.
Meanwhile in the ballroom, Miss Addington and the Princess walked around in search of the diamond. Once they had decided that she was nowhere to be found they spotted Lord Deighton speaking to Lady Addington.
“Lord Deighton.” Florence spoke, causing the man to turn and quickly bow his head.
“Your Majesty.”
“Have you seen Miss Johnson by any chance?”
“Indeed I have.” He nodded. “I spoke to her earlier but she disappeared once you arrived. I wasn’t able to see where she went.”
“Alright, thank you.” The blonde smiled and walked away, followed by Maryann who was quickly stopped by Charles holding her arm.
“Miss Addington, why does the Princess care so much for Y/n?” Charles whispered as the girl released her arm from his tight grip.
“It does not concern you, my Lord.” Maryann muttered. “Now if you will excuse me.”
“I will find out the truth Miss Maryann, until then have a lovely evening.” Lord Deighton smirked devilishly. “And congratulations on your engagement.”
Miss Addington quickly turned and ran out of the ballroom in search of the Princess. Something shifted in her head after seeing the way Charles had smirked at her. After listening to his tone. Something wasn’t right. She kept on walking and finally caught up with Florence who was near the stairs.
“Your Majesty!” She shouted, causing the blonde to stop and turn. “My apologies, Lord Deighton kept me for a bit.”
“It’s alright, Miss Addington.” Florence smiled. “Is everything alright?”
“Well if I’m entirely honest, Your Majesty, something seemed rather odd.” Maryann almost whispered as she stepped closer. “He was asking about why you were looking for Y/n and he spoke in a very odd tone.”
“We must be careful with him.” The Princess whispered. “Let’s search for Miss Johnson.”
“You can search in the library.” Miss Addington said, following after the blonde. “Up the stairs, last door to the left.”
Florence stood at the bottom of the staircase and looked up before turning to the girl who held a hopeful smile. The blonde nodded and she grabbed her skirt, placing a foot on the step.
“Thank you, Miss Addington.”
“It was a pleasure, Your Majesty.” Maryann curtsy. “Go talk to her.”
The Princess smiled as she began to go up the stairs in hopes to see the woman she loves. ‘Love?’ she thought. ‘Is that what I’ve been feeling this whole time? Love?’. The hallway was quiet and had a dim light coming from the last door, the library. She slowly made her way over to see Y/n sitting in front of the fire with her knees pressed against her chest. The door squeaked as it opened, causing Miss Johnson to turn as she stared in surprise.
“Your Majesty.” She muttered, standing up.
“No need for formalities.” Florence held her hand up. “It is not necessary.”
“It certainly is.” Y/n whispered, staring at the ground. “I cannot disrespect you.”
“You are not disrespecting me if I allow you to call me by my name.”
Silence filled the room as Y/n fidgeted with her fingers, never parting her eyes from the ground.
“Excuse me.” She mumbled and moved to walk towards the door but was blocked by the blonde.
“What is it?” The blonde whispered, trying to catch the diamond’s eye. “Please, talk to me.”
“I cannot.” Y/n shook her head.
“Why?” The Princess asked sternly as the diamond shook her head again. “Just tell me why. Tell me why you cannot stand being in the same room as me?!”
“Because every time I am near you I cannot breathe!” Y/n shouted. “I cannot think and I feel as if my skin was on fire and it cannot be tamed.”
Florence stood quiet in shock, processing what the diamond had just confessed.
“And I’m aware that it’s wrong and.. And-” Miss Johnson began to ramble, never noticing that the Princess was slowly walking towards her. “And we do not have to speak of it. We can just… forget about what I said and-and just continue with our lives-”
“Stop.” The blonde whispered, staying face to face with Y/n. Their faces were close, close enough to feel each other’s breath upon their skin.
“Please, stop.” The Princess whispered as she slowly lifted her hands, bringing them up to the girl’s face. She suddenly pulled her in and finally connected their lips.
Butterflies erupted inside their hearts as their lips began to move on their own at a desperate passionate pace. Y/n moved one hand into Florence’s blonde locks, pushing her closer. The Princess walked forward, causing the diamond to walk backward until she was pressed against the wall.
Y/n grabbed the fabric of the blonde’s dress as she pulled her towards her body, pressing them together. Florence graced the girl’s lip with her tongue, asking for access which was immediately granted. The blonde ran her hand down Y/n’s body to her hip, giving it a tight squeeze. The diamond cupped the Princess’s cheeks before parting from the kiss.
“We must stop.” Y/n whispered as they both caught their breath.
“Are you certain you wish to stop?” Florence mumbled, staring at the girl’s eyes. She quietly shook her head as the blonde leaned forward close to her lips but drifted to her neck instead.
Y/n closed her eyes as she felt soft lips on her heated skin. Florence bit on the skin under her jaw, causing a small whimper to erupt from her mouth. She moved her hands to the diamond’s waist, pushing her closer to the wall as her body was pressed against Y/n’s. The girl’s hands went to the back of Florence’s neck, moving her head upward to connect their lips again. A small moan escaped Y/n’s mouth as the kiss got more passionate and intense with every passing second.
“We must leave before someone begins to search for us.” Y/n whispered as she parted from the kiss.
“No.” Florence whispered, shaking her head. “Let me taste you for a bit longer.”
“Oh, Florence.” The diamond moaned and connected their lips again before parting once again. “We must go to not raise any suspicion.”
The blonde grip her hip once more as she nodded and stepped away. Y/n took her hand from her hip and lifted it, giving it a soft peck.
“I promise we will meet again soon, whenever you’d like..” The diamond smiles lovingly. “But now we must go back to the ballroom.”
The Princess nodded and gave the girl’s hand one last squeeze before moving to the door. Y/n followed close behind as Florence opened the door, allowing her to walk out first. They walked side by side down the hall as their hands grazed upon each other, yearning to be held. Once down the stairs, they made their way towards the entrance of the ballroom when Florence grabbed Y/n’s wrist and pulled her in for one last kiss before walking back into reality.
The next day around noon, Miss Johnson arrived at the castle once more. Upon Queen’s order so she could educate her diamond on how to be an eligible debutant. They went over table manners, how to properly drink tea and how to communicate like a lady.
Lastly, the Queen wanted to end the day with something a bit more fun, which brought them to the garden to play pall-mall. It was no secret that Y/n enjoyed a challenge and certainly one as competitive as her. Just like the Princess.
“Your Majesty, I always enjoy a good game of pall-mall but why would this be necessary to find a suitor?” Y/n asked, squinting her eyes due to the sun.
“You should prepare yourself to look like a lady while you play. Men are always watching and you never know who will end up being your husband.” The Queen replied from her chair under the tent that was set up for her in the garden.
“Do I also have to allow them to win?”
“Would you be a fair loser if you do?” Florence asked, walking towards the garden with a small grin.
“Oh dear, so lovely for you to join us.” Her Royal Highness smiled as her niece curtsy in front of her.
“I was staring from the drawing room. It seemed like you were enjoying yourselves.”
“You were staring?” Y/n tilted her head. “It’s a bit odd to stare without the other person having knowledge of it… is it not?”
“It’s certainly not when you find yourself staring at something rather than a person.” the blonde replied and grinned at the girl who scoffed as she turned to pick her mallet.
“Perhaps you should join her, Florence.” The Queen suggested.
“A little friendly competition would certainly not hurt.” The princess smiled and walked towards the garden. Y/n was looking through the different mallets, trying to find the perfect one. She settled on the red one, thinking that it was a fierce color.
“The red one belongs to me, Miss Johnson.”
“Well, Your Majesty, I do not see your name written on it.” Y/n replied, turning to face her. “Last time I was able to check, these mallets did not have an owner. Only the person who claimed it for the game.”
“I have been using the red one since I was a child.” Florence chuckled dryly. “It is my good luck charm.”
“Then you cannot play without it? Like a man cannot live without his pride.” The girl smirked, gripping the mallet tightly in her hand before moving towards the red ball that was already placed on the grass.
“Just my luck.” The blonde muttered to herself as she took the yellow mallet in anger. She walked towards Y/n, watching as she swung her ball through the small arch.
“It’s your turn, Your Majesty.” The girl called out, turning to Florence with a smirk.
“I am well aware.” The princess walked towards her ball and hit it with her mallet, making it go further away from the arch. Y/n chuckled, covering her mouth causing Florence to quickly turn with a clenched jaw.
“Let’s continue, shall we?” Florence sighed before stomping over to her ball as Y/n held her laughter while walking to her next spot.
They continued to play for a few hours. Both of them had a decent amount of points, which created a competitive attitude. The game was filled with snarky comments and looks, making everything a bit more interesting.
“I thought you had played this multiple times, Your Majesty.” Y/n called out as she saw Florence struggle to hit her ball out of a muddy puddle. “The ball is supposed to go through the wicket… not into the mud.”
“And I thought you were taught to think before you speak but apparently we’re both wrong.” The blonde replied and swung her mallet causing drops of mud to stain the diamond’s dress. Y/n gasped as she stepped backwards in shock while looking down at her dress.
“That looks lovely.”
“I thought I was playing a respectable game with a princess, not a disreputable pig!” The diamond shouted in anger. “I cannot take this any longer.”
“Perhaps this means you will forfeit?” Florence asked, making Y/n turn to her in shock. She scoffed and began walking slowly towards the Princess. Their eyes connected as she stepped closer, making Florence gulp with nerves.
“I shall never forfeit, Your Majesty.” She whispered, causing shivers to run down the blonde’s back.
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Flowers were littered around the ballroom along with pastries and punch bowls that decorated the tables. The orquestra was set to play in the middle of the ballroom for the couples to dance around them. The garden had many games set up such as chess and pall-mall, even archery. Everything was perfectly set for the ball to officially present Y/n as the Queen’s diamond.
The guests had started to arrive, filling up the ballroom with chatter and gossip as they waited for Miss Y/n to make an appearance. Lords and Viscounts kept their eyes drifting between the main stairs and the debutants that caught their eye. Many important families were present, feeling eager to see the night unfold.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting, Her Royal Highness, Queen Charlotte!” The presenter shouted, causing everyone to turn and curtsy towards the Queen, who was going slowly walking down the stairs.
“Presenting, Her Royal Highness, Princess Florence!” He shouted again as the Princess followed her aunt towards the ballroom.
She wore an emerald green dress with satin gloves and diamond jewelry. Everyone’s eyes fell on her, bringing many flashbacks from her childhood. Since the moment she was born, her family’s purpose was to prepare her for marriage as well as royal duties. The rules remained strict, even after her father passed the year prior. Hence, why she was staying with her aunt, the Queen. Her mother had decided that she “could not handle” her daughter’s behaviors presented after the Prince’s death. It was all new territory for Florence, but part of her felt that everything would be worth it.
“Presenting, Miss Y/n Johnson!”
Everyone turned, eager to see Y/n. She stepped out in a pastel pink satin dress with her hair pulled up. Her arms were covered with white satin gloves, adorned with diamond bracelets. The stairs seemed eternal under her stare as she continued to walk down, meeting Charles Deighton, who was certainly interested in her.
“Miss Y/n, would it be alright if I took your first dance?” He extended his hand, giving her a small smile.
“Of course, my Lord.” She replied, placing her hand on his. Charles pulled her to the ballroom as the orquestra prepared to start playing.
Y/n felt the strong sensation that someone was staring at her. Even though everyone certainly was, this time it felt different. She felt as if eyes burnt into her skin. The dancing began as she stood in front of Lord Deighton, slightly moving her eyes around the room. After dancing almost the whole song, Y/n found herself meeting a soft pair of green eyes. Florence was staring right at her with a glimpse of jealousy in her eyes. Once the song came to an end, she curtsy and thanked Charles for the dance before looking over the room, in search of the Princess.
“Looking for someone?” Maryann asked, standing next to Y/n.
“The princess in fact.”
“What? Y/n-”
“She was looking at me in a very odd way, I must see if she’s alright.” Y/n said in a hurry as she walked quickly out of the ballroom. “Did you see where she went?”
“No, I was dancing as well.”
“I have to find her.” She mumbled and ran down a corridor in search of the staircase.
Y/n walked up the stairs and went straight to the chambers, needing to find Florence. She opened doors left and right, sighing every time she was met with a dark empty room. A glimpse of light caught the corner of her eye and part of her felt that Florence was definitely in that room. She quietly walked towards the room to see the Princess pacing back and forth, mumbling to herself. The sound of Y/n’s heels filled the room, causing Florence to turn around with a surprised expression as if she had been caught.
“What do you want?” She snapped at Y/n.
“My apologies, Your Majesty, I was just wondering if you were alright. You left the ballroom in such a hurry, I-I assumed something must have happened.” The girl replied, fidgeting with her fingers as her eyes drifted to the floor.
“Nothing occurred, Miss Y/n, and even if it did… I would not speak one word about it to you.” Florence replied harshly as Y/n took a few steps back, feeling embarrassed.
“My apologies, it was never my intention to-”
“To what? To dig your nose into something that does not concern you.” The blonde raised her voice causing Y/n to jump back. Her mouth opened but yet no words came out.
“Leave! I do not wish to see anyone!”
Y/n curtsy and quickly left the room, leaving Florence alone with her thoughts once again. It caused a great deal of anger, seeing her with Charles. She didn’t understand why she felt that way, why she felt slight pain in her chest. Her legs began to shake as she pulled over a chair and sat on it. The only remaining thoughts were Y/n and her father.
Right before he died, he made her promise to keep an open heart, for it to have a chance to love. Florence began to think if he was perhaps right. She had never really set her eye on anyone. She has had many suitors but always found herself saying ‘no’ to wedding proposals. After the Prince died, all Florence desired was to have someone who made her feel the same way her father made her mother feel. Like she was the only woman in the world.
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“Y/n!” Maryann shouted, watching her friend walk past her in a hurry. The girl turned with a distraught face as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Where were you? Are you alright?”
“I must go outside and get some fresh air.” Y/n said in a hurry.
“Y/n-”
“Miss Johnson, I was searching for you. I was wondering if you wanted to dance again.” Charles asked, cutting Maryann off.
“My apologies, my Lord, but-”
“My dear, I finally found you.” Her mother cut her off, placing her hand on her shoulder.
“Mama, my apologies but I-”
“Your father and I were wondering what your opinion was on Lord Deighton.” Lady Addington smiled, looking at Charles and back at her daughter.
“I don’t think I would be able to answer this very moment. I haven’t spoken much to Lord Deighton.”
“Miss Johnson, I finally found you.” The Queen spoke, making everyone turn and curtsy. “Walk with me. We have much to discuss.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Y/n replied and looked at everyone around her with an apologetic smile, before walking towards the Queen.
“I wanted to see where your thoughts remained on all of this. The ball, the suitors.”
“I am enjoying my time, Your Majesty.” She smiled as the Queen nodded with a small hum.
“You seem a bit… uneasy. Are you alright?”
“I am feeling a bit overwhelmed, Your Majesty, and I’m afraid I might have upset the Princess.” Y/n spoke, staring down at the ground.
“Yes, Florence is very hard to please. She has been that way since she was a child but it certainly became harder once the Prince passed.” The Queen explained as they walked out of the ballroom.
“I am under the impression that she does not like me very much.”
“She’s rather… skeptical.” Her Royal Highness chuckled as they both stepped outside. The night was silenced due to everyone being inside. The fire from the torches lit up the garden and a warm breeze flew through the tree branches, creating a rustling sound.
“I would never wish to make her uncomfortable.” Y/n whispered, placing her hands on the railing of the porch.
“All in due time, my dear. All in due time.” The Queen smiled and turned to leave, causing the girl to curtsy. She was left alone on the porch and released a breath she had been holding since Her Royal Highness asked to speak with her.
Her chest began to feel tight as she tried to catch her breath. Y/n moved down to the garden and took deep breaths as she walked further away from the castle. Her hand fell to her chest as recurring thoughts ran through her head, making her breathing quicker. Guilt filled her mind as she remembered what had happened with Florence. Maybe she had overstepped and part of her felt that the Princess had found hatred towards her. Y/n’s vision became blurry as she began to feel dizzy.
Her legs gave up and she fell to her knees while she cried. Thoughts consumed her mind once again, making her remember things from her past. Certain aspects of her childhood that she wishes to forget but, unfortunately, she cannot. Tears ran down her cheeks as she heard a muffled voice calling her name. The overwhelming remained, not allowing her to turn back and see who it was. A soft hand touched her arm, causing her to finally turn to see Florence.
“Y/n, are you alright? What happened?” The blonde asked in worry. “Can you hear me? Y/n, breath.”
She continued to cry, looking at the ground, which made Florence become nervous. The princess didn’t know what to do or what to say, but she was certain that she wanted to help. Her body moved on its own as she grabbed Y/n’s hands, freed it from the glove and placed it over her heart.
“Feel my heartbeat. I’m right here, look at me.” Florence whispered, meeting the diamond’s eyes. “Feel my heartbeat, follow my breathing.”
Y/n began to take deep breaths alongside the Princess in hopes to calm down. She felt Florence’s skin underneath her own, soft like satin. The blonde pressed her hand harder against Y/n’s, never wanting the feeling to stop. Their eyes remained connected as their hearts began to beat in sync. Unconsciously, they began to lean towards each other, close enough to take in each other’s scent. Florence closed her eyes, letting her senses take over. Y/n smelled like the dew of the flowers in the morning, her favorite moment of the day.
“A-are you alright?” Florence whispered.
“Yes, thank you… Your Majesty.” Y/n said softly as she began to take her hand away from the Princess’s chest.
The moment her hand was off, the blonde came back to reality and opened her eyes as she leaned backwards. She stood up quickly and took a few steps backwards, tucking a few hairs behind her ear.
“We should perhaps go inside.” The princess said, looking at the ground. Her Majesty’s diamond nodded her head and slowly stood up before walking closer to the blonde.
“Thank you.” She whispered, grazing her fingers down Florence’s arm.
“I’m glad that you’re feeling better.” The blonde whispered and walked away, back to the castle, leaving Y/n alone in the garden.
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A few days have passed since the ball and neither Florence nor Y/n have forgotten about that “moment” that occurred in the garden. They thought about each other’s touch, their scent, that loving look in their eyes. The princess wanted to call for the diamond, in need to see her again. Even if it was just to snicker at each other.
To her surprise, the Johnson’s had invited her over for tea. This was her chance to see Y/n again, make sure she was doing alright after her breakdown at the ball. Her chance to see her eyes, possibly touch her hand again. Look at her hair and the subtle freckles on her-
“Your Majesty.” the footmen called out from outside the carriage, breaking Florence from her trance. She had finally arrived at the Johnson manor but was too trapped in her own thoughts to notice.
“My apologies.” Florence muttered and held the footman’s hand to step out of the carriage. Lord and Lady Johnson stepped outside to greet the Princess. They curtsied and smiled as the blonde stepped closer to them.
“It’s lovely for you to accept our invitation, Your Majesty.” Lady Johnson smiled.
“Thank you for inviting me, it was very kind of you.”
“Shall we go inside?” Lord Johnson suggested as he stepped aside for Florence to walk inside the manor.
The house was silent and peaceful, filled with different colored tulips. The Lord and Lady stepped forward and showed her to the parlor where tea and pastries were set. Florence immediately looked at her surroundings in search of Miss Y/n.
“Where would Miss Johnson be, my Lord?” The blonde asked, looking out the window, out to the garden.
“She’s out in the garden, Your Majesty, practicing her archery.”
“I had no knowledge of her practicing archery.”
“Oh Y/n has been practicing it since she was a child. Sometimes she stays in the garden most of the day.” Lady Johnson replied and sipped tea as Florence smiled while staring down at her tea cup.
They began to talk about the Queen’s possible next plans for Y/n as her diamond, which required many balls. Lord Johnson and Princess Florence had found a similar interest in travel as well as different books with Lady Johnson. They shared stories about Miss Y/n, causing the blonde’s heart to swell. She never expected to feel this type of way, she couldn’t really put a word to it either since she did not know what it meant.
“Would you mind if I joined Miss Y/n outside?” Florence asked, looking out the window. “I, too, share an interest in archery.”
“Of course, Your Majesty, there’s no problem.” Lord Johnson replied as he nodded. The blonde put her tea cup down on the table and stood up, followed by the Johnson’s. They curtsied and watched as the Princess walked outside. A breeze of fresh air hit her face, making her take a deep breath before moving her eyes to find Y/n.
Her search came to a quick end when she saw a glimpse of blue standing in front of three targets. She scrunched up her dress and walked down the stairs to the garden. On the way, Florence thought of possible ways to speak to Miss Johnson. Her mind drifted elsewhere, not noticing that she was getting closer to the girl, who definitely noticed her first.
“Your Majesty.” Y/n said and curtsy, making the Princess break out of her trance. “I was not aware of your visit today, my apologies.”
“No worries, Miss Johnson.” Florence laughed. “Your parents were kind enough to invite me for a little chat and I couldn’t help but notice you did archery.”
“I do. I have since I was a child.”
“Would you mind if I..” The blonde started and pointed at a bow and arrow.
“Oh no, of course not. Go ahead, Your Majesty.” Y/n replied hurriedly.
The princess grabbed the bow and arrow, before making her way towards the diamond. She got into position as she placed the arrow on the string and stood up straight with her back facing Y/n. Her arm pulled the arrow back to her cheek and took a deep breath before releasing it, causing it to go into the middle of the target.
“You have done this before, I gather.” The girl smirked as Florence chuckled.
“I have but I most certainly would like to see how well you do it.”
Y/n scoffed and placed her arrow on the string before walking towards the Princess. She pulled it back, taking a deep breath as insecurity began to flood her mind, making her doubt. Suddenly, soft hands went over hers as she came back to reality to see Florence standing behind her. The princess’ hands went over Y/n’s, helping her crip the arrow correctly.
“Just take a deep breath.” Florence whispered into her ear as she took in her scent. “Focus on the target and shoot.”
Y/n took a deep breath and let go of the arrow for it to go straight to the middle. A wide smile appeared on her face as she turned to the Princess with joy. The blonde smiled as well while the diamond pulled her in for a hug. The hug came to an end as they broke apart slowly. Both of them looked down at their lips and back to their eyes, staying close together. Y/n began to slowly lean in, causing the both of them to close their eyes as they fell into a trance.
“Y/n! It’s time for your French lesson!” Lady Johnson shouted from the house making them jump apart.
“I’ll be there in a moment, mama!” She shouted as she tried to catch her breath while turning to the Princess. “Your Majesty-”
“My apologies, I must go.” Florence cut her off, staring at the ground. “Thank you for allowing me to use your equipment.”
“But Your Majes-” Y/n tried to speak.
“I must go.” The blonde raised her voice, looking up at Y/n who stared in shock. “I shall bid you a good day.”
“Good day, Your Majesty.” The diamond muttered and curtsied before staring at the Princess walking away.
Look I’m not trying to be like: damn I know a character
But HAJDJDKJDKD I’ve never read any of the books and I wrote this only a year ago ??? Not knowing shit but after watching season 2, I’m very proud of it???
[ID: a digital drawing of Nile Freeman and Sébastien le Livre in a regency era setting. They’re mid-dance, Nile standing with her back to Booker. They’re holding hands across her abdomen and at her shoulder as they stare at each other. Nile has her hair in an updo with a gold tiara, a pink empire waist dress and white gloves. Booker is wearing a dark blue suit and white cravat. The background is hazy, bringing the focus on them. The style is simple black lines and light rendering with a heavy pink overlay. End ID.]
[ID: a digital drawing of Nile Freeman and Sébastien le Livre in a regency era setting. They’re mid-dance, Nile standing with her back to Booker. They’re holding hands across her abdomen and at her shoulder as they stare at each other. Nile has her hair in an updo with a gold tiara, a pink empire waist dress and white gloves. Booker is wearing a dark blue suit and white cravat. The background is hazy, bringing the focus on them. The style is simple black lines and light rendering with a heavy pink overlay. End ID.]
Nesta is the diamond of the season. Her ambitious mother wants her to marry someone powerful, and her eyes are set on Eris Vanserra, Prince of Autumn.
However, Nesta meets Lord Cassian at the Queen’s ball. They’re immediately at each other’s throat, but a quick attraction forms between the two.
Mama Archeron is greatly displeased by her eldest’s choice to marry a mere Lord, the Vanserras even more so.
To stay in the Autumn royal family’s good graces, Mama Archeron promises to give them her second daughter Elain when she is of age.
Next season, Elain is quickly engaged to Lucien Vanserra. What nobody knows is that she and Cassian’s half brother Azriel have fallen in love in secret over the past year.
As a bastard son, Azriel is not considered as a prospect for a respectable young lady.
Elain carries on with the wedding out of duty, and both she and Azriel are heartbroken.
The day of the wedding, Lady Whistledown reveals the rumors of an affair between Elain and Azriel. Elain is now deemed improper for marriage in the eyes of society, and the wedding is called off.
Elain and Azriel marry, but the Archerons’ reputation is in shambles. Mama Archeron’s remaining hope is her youngest daughter Feyre.
Until now, Feyre has been mostly ignored by her mother all her life due to her withdrawn and rebellious nature. She doesn’t have the skills a proper lady should master.
Feyre is a free spirit and doesn’t want to be trapped in a loveless mariage. At her first ball, she wanders the halls of the palace instead of dancing with suitors, admiring the paintings.
As she explores, she walks right into Rhysand, Prince of Night. To her greatest annoyance.
She’s met him before while visiting her sisters: an arrogant, vain man with a libertine reputation. Not that she cares who he sleeps with.
Rhysand is set to marry this season, Lady Ianthe being his most likely prospect as the diamond of the season chosen by the Queen. From his tone when Feyre asks him why he’s not with his potential bride, she can tell he’s not thrilled about it.
When Feyre goes back to the main room, she learns that her mother is arranging an union with Lord Tamlin, a man known for his outbursts and cruelty.
Rhys steps in, and asks Feyre for a dance. They decide to pretend courting to keep Ianthe and Tamlin at bay.
Of course, they can’t deny their chemistry for long, and fall for each other. They have a quiet, dreamy wedding under the stars.
Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain (I said what I said) Feyre x Rhysand Elain x Azriel x Gwyn
Summary:
As the season begins, a new Diamond is named. She catches the eye of a prince whose feelings remain unrequited. However, the man who catches the eye of the Diamond remains off the market, refusing to get married as a jab to his late father. Meanwhile, the Diamond of the Season’s sisters have found themselves in a bit of a quandary. The elder is pushing the younger to get married to help her move on from the horrid disaster that happened last season, but in the process, the elder catches the eye of the younger’s match, even though she is considered to be an old maid and far past her time to be wed at the age of six and twenty. As they say, all is fair in love and war.
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Dear readers,
I heard a rumor that a certain rake with a capital R is looking to wed this season. Luckily for one cunning young lady, he’s incredibly wealthy.
Handsome, too.
And are those not the qualities one looks for in a husband?
Yours Truly,
The Suriel
Cassian hadn’t slept a wink even though the woman beside him was out cold and had been for hours. As it neared dawn, he decided it was time to take his leave, even though he was perfectly comfortable wrapped up in the blankets of Tanwyn’s warm bed.
Leaving was always the hardest part but he thought it better to do before most of the ton was up and going for the day. Even though they all knew he was a Rake, he preferred to keep his reputation on the down low.
And by that, he preferred to let the people of Velaris think whatever the hell they wanted about him as long as they talked about him behind closed doors.
After sliding out of bed, he tugged on his trousers, boots, and shirt before throwing on his jacket and stuffing his vest into his satchel. The three coins didn’t so much as clink as he set them on the table in the corner. With a final glance at the sleeping form in the bed, he tugged his hat over his long hair and was out the door. He’d have to have a trim before the first event of the season, so as to not gain the wrong kind of attention.
Even in early spring, it was brisk so early in the morning. Cassian huffed out a breath as he headed down the street, sticking his hands into his pockets, for what little warmth they offered. After buying a paper from the boy on the corner he was on horseback, trekking from one side of town to the other.
There was a shortcut through the park, which he found both useful and lovely first thing in the morning. Although a fog had settled over the fresh, green grass, there was something ethereal about an empty park that Cassian had never grown tired of. He took his time, riding slowly through the open field.
It was the perfect time to let his thoughts roam.
It was mad to think that in a couple of months he would be a married man. After his upbringing, it was all Cassian wanted: to find a wife and have children. His parents had died young, passing along a title that Cassian didn’t get to truly claim until he was much older.
He had it all, though. The money. The title. The houses.
Now he just needed a family to share them with. He’d always wanted children, had always been fond of the idea. Finding a woman to carry those children, however, had been an impossible game in itself. It wasn’t that he had been picky over the previous years, but settling down and pinpointing one woman had been a challenge.
He liked women.
He liked to fuck.
He liked the freedom but knew that he could not have both. Now that he was getting older, it was time.
This season, he would find a wife.
And she must be the best that the season had to offer.
Closing his eyes, he breathed in the fresh morning air as his horse meandered on. He thought about going to Rhysand’s but it had been a few days since he’d been home. He should probably check in on things, should probably make sure all was in tip-top shape if he were to be having any sort of guests soon.
As he approached a hill on the far side of the meadow, he went left, opposite of the river.
He’d just started to yawn when he heard it.
A horse whinnied and raced past him. He hadn’t even realized that there had been someone nearby.
Especially not a woman.
Alone.
But the skirts beneath the cape of the hooded rider were unmistakable and if it was, indeed, a lone woman…
“Miss?” He called after her. The rider continued on.
Cassian dug his heels into the side of his mare and picked up his speed, following the woman, yelling for her to stop, calling to see if she was in trouble.
She didn’t even give him a glance.
After a moment of the chase, Cassian came to the conclusion that she was not in trouble, but it only made his curiosity grow. He begged his horse to run, but she could not compete with the beast ahead.
He tried again, “Miss!”
She turned back to look at him at last, her hood catching in the wind. He saw a flash of golden brown hair and then she was off again, urging her horse forward, faster.
He swore quietly, seeing that she was riding for the edge of the park. Steering his horse around the copse of trees she’d ridden into, Cassian hurried to see if he could make it to the large fence around the park before she did. He reached the fence in just a few moments, and heard the hoofbeats of the woman’s horse soon after. She was riding at a much more acceptable pace now and as Cassian rode up beside her, she jumped, the hood of her navy cloak falling from her braided hair.
She looked at him and he couldn’t quite pinpoint the look in her gray-blue eyes. Anger, with a hint of mischief.
“Good morning,” Cassian said, simply, deciding it was a reasonable way to begin a conversation.
“Do you always follow women at dawn in the park?” she replied, causing Cassian to second guess everything he had ever known about women.
“Pardon?” he asked, and her eyes never wavered from his. “Women do not ride alone at dawn. Where is your chaperone?”
“And who are you to ask of my chaperone?” she asked, eyes narrowing. “Surely, a man who cannot win a simple race should not be asking such entitled questions.”
“A race?” Cassian repeated, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That was no race.”
“Yes, it was, and I won,” she replied, chin held high. “Although, you cannot blame yourself for your loss. It is your horse. She is old.”
Cassian stared at her for a moment before laughing, yet again. “I assure you. If it was a race, I would have won.”
“If it was not a race, then why were you following me, sir?” she jabbed, keeping her eyes on the path ahead as they began to ride.
“I feared you were in trouble,” he replied, unsure of how to react to a woman being so forthright. “I have never seen a woman riding without a maid, especially so early in the morning. It is almost as if you do not wish to be seen.”
“Perhaps I don’t,” she replied. “I did not intend to run into anyone. As for my safety, I promise you that I had the situation under control. My safety should be of no concern to you.”
Cassian could not help the laugh that tumbled out of him, yet again. “Very well. I will not tell a soul of this encounter.”
“I am most grateful,” she replied, and dipped her chin in his direction.
“It’s purely for my benefit,” Cassian went on, and he heard her scoff. The simple sound excited him. “If people were to know of this encounter, could you imagine the questions they would be asking me?”
“Ah, so this becomes about you?” she said, and Cassian shot a glance in her direction. Her eyes remained on the path ahead, but her eyes were lit, her chin raised high. She opened her mouth to say something more, but then she froze. Cassian followed her line of sight and noticed a pair of gentlemen riding in the distance.
“My apologies,” she said, and steered her horse in the opposite direction. “Good day, sir.”
“Wait,” he protested, attempting to turn around but by the time he did, she was hurrying away. “I didn’t get your name!”
She didn’t even look back as she rode away and disappeared over the hillside.
<.>
Feyre Archeron took a deep breath as she stood before the doors to her father’s study. She’d been expecting the conversation any day, had heard her sisters discussing it when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. What they hadn’t realized was that she was often listening when others thought she was absorbed in her art.
What about those ships to Behret, Elain had asked, during dinner one night, when their father had been at the gentleman’s club. Father said the gold from one of the ships on that endeavor alone would cover not only my dowry, but also Feyre’s, and yours, should you choose to marry.
Marriage.
It was not that Feyre didn’t want to be married, didn’t want to be a wife, but the thought was daunting. It was especially daunting considering neither of her sisters were married. Somehow, even though she was the youngest, it seemed that Feyre was the most likely to get married first. She had no idea how it happened, or why, but it was not her place to complain.
“You may come in.”
Her father’s voice echoed in the hallway beyond.
She rarely saw her father. He spent so much of his time away on business that the girls had come to know life without him, and had gotten used to it. It was almost stranger when he was home then when he wasn’t.
Feyre pushed open the doors to her father’s study and entered, smiling as she did so, even though she felt no joy. “Good morning, father. It’s nice to see you home so soon.”
Isaac Archeron smiled - at least, he smiled as much as he could. Feyre swore that she never saw a genuine smile on her father. At least, not since she was old enough to remember such things. “You look beautiful, my dear.” There was only a slight pause before he said, “The season is starting soon. Are you prepared?”
Straight down to business, then.
“Yes, sir,” she nodded, clearing her throat. “Nesta has made sure my dances are impeccable and my pianoforte is—”
“I don’t know how we managed to make it out last season with our name unscathed,” he interrupted, looking back to whatever document he was signing. “After the mess with Lord Harding last year, I hope your sister is a little more cunning to her fellow ladies.”
Feyre didn’t speak, waiting to see if her father was done. It seemed he wasn’t.
“Your sisters are to go to the modiste today,” he said, folding his hands over his desk, paperwork forgotten. “You will accompany them. It’s time to lower your hems.”
“Yes, father,” Feyre nodded, curtsying slightly. “If that’s all, I’d like to take an hour or so to paint before we go.”
“Painting is not a useful skill, darling,” her father said, looking back down at his papers. “You should practice the pianoforte for a while if you have a moment.”
“The pianoforte-.”
“That is all,” her father interrupted.
Her dismissal.
“Good day, father,” she said, before turning towards the door.
“Feyre?”
She stilled although she never gathered the strength to turn and face him, once more.
“You are expected to present yourself in front of the queen in a week’s time,” he said. “Do not embarrass our family. You are our greatest hope.”
There was a lot she wanted to say to her father in that moment. For one, she wanted to tell him that he was being far too dramatic. The world did not revolve around her, nor did their family. Feyre knew that both of her sisters had the same chance of finding a husband to carry on their legacy.
Perhaps it was that that had Feyre turning to face her father, once more.
“Is everything alright, father?” she asked. “You seem disturbed.”
Isaac frowned, stilling at the papers in his hands. “I do not wish you to worry.”
“Is there something you’re worrying about?” Feyre pushed, knowing she shouldn’t, but not caring. “If so, you should not carry the burden alone.”
“It’s nothing to worry about,” he repeated, clearing his throat. Between one breath and the next, he’d flipped the papers in front him over, his pen forgotten. “Now, you said you had some painting to do. Off to it then.”
A second dismissal. She was not tempted for a third. With another curtsy, Feyre was leaving the study, passing by stewards and servants alike, aiming for her bedroom to change into something more suitable to paint in.
“Feyre!”
Wincing, she came to a stop as she heard the voice of her eldest sister at the bottom of the stairs. She turned from the hallway she’d been headed down, finding not only Nesta awaiting her in the foyer, but Elain, as well.
“We’re to go to the modiste today, did father not tell you?” Nesta asked, tugging a pair of gray gloves on as Elain held a fan delicately in her hands.
“He did,” she replied, bracing a hand on the curved wooden railing, “but I was under the impression we were to go in a few hours.”
“We’ve had to move our visit up,” Nesta said, imperious as always. “We’ve heard rumor that Lady Harding is planning a visit later this afternoon as well, and we’d prefer to not be in her company.”
Elain flinched at the name but none of them commented on the matter. They didn’t dare. Elain had just come out of her dark hole of despair, they wouldn’t do anything to force her back in.
“Very well,” Feyre said, begrudgingly. “Allow me a few minutes to get ready.”
Nesta gave her a tight lipped nod before Feyre was hurrying from the room to collect her gloves and hat.
Going to the modiste was the last thing she wanted to do, not only today but any day. She would, though. For her sisters, and their father. They had all been through too much for her to complain, so she wouldn’t.
She would go try on dresses and have them fitted to perfection.
She would prance around the ton, put on a show that none of them could criticize.
She would marry a man whom she did not love to uphold their family name, even though it was not the desire of her heart.
She was a woman.
It was her duty.
Considering her sisters failed at theirs, it was now on her shoulders alone.
<.>
“What do you think about blue?” The modiste asked, after Feyre had shot down fabric after fabric for her dress to the upcoming ball. Madame Amren was the most popular modiste in town by far, and she was known for her lavish, exquisite gowns. Both Nesta and Elain had settled on fabric, cut, and embellishment, while Feyre couldn’t even decide what color she should wear. She went on, “With your sisters in dove grey and amethyst, a blue gown would be very complimentary.”
“How many blue gowns have you made for the ball at the Beddor’s next week, Madame Amren?” Feyre asked, glancing at the floral fabric she held in her hands. The silk was far better suited for Elain.
A beat of hesitation. “Quite a few, miss, but—”
“My sister is right,” Nesta interrupted, from where she and Elain were admiring her new mesh fabrics for gloves. “She must stand out before Her Majesty, but we must also look good as a household.” She regarded the yards of fabric along the walls. “What about navy? Do you have any silks in a navy coloring?”
“Navy is not a color typically worn during the season, Miss Archeron,” she replied, matter-of-factly. “It is usually made into velvets and wools, for winter—”
“But do you have any in silk?” Feyre asked.
“Of course,” Madame Amren said. “But, only a select few.”
The sisters remained as Madame Amren hurried into the back.
Elain cleared her throat, about to tell Feyre she’d made a good choice, and tell her about the time she and another eligible lady had shown up in the same shade of rose pink last season, when the bell above the door chimed. Amren had just returned from the back, three silks of darkest blue in her arms and set them down on the low lying table next to the dais Ferye stood upon, pins still nearly pricking her skin in some places as Madame Amren took her most recent measurements. “Excuse me,” she said, nodding to the ladies and hurrying to the front of her shop.
Elain froze as she heard her greet her customers. “Lady Harding, Lady Beddor, Miss Clare, how may I help you?”
Nesta and Feyre’s eyes met and they both looked to where their sister was now staring at an unfinished gown across the room, scarcely breathing.
The conversation blurred as Elain’s ears began to ring, and far too loudly, she was certain, she announced, “Excuse me. I need some air.”
She did not wait for anyone to protest as she fled, even though she knew Nesta reached for her hand before she hurried out the front door and onto the cobblestone streets of Velaris.
After hurrying around the side of the shop, she leaned against the brick wall and closed her eyes.
Breathe, she begged herself. In and out.
Her heart was nearly ready to beat out of her chest. The whole reason they had moved their appointment to the morning was to avoid such confrontation. Not that Lady Harding would care that Elain was in her presence.
It wasn’t her that had her heart broken, but Elain’s,
Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes and for a moment, she wanted to scream, wanted to curse, but did not.
She continued that steady, deep breathing until her heart quieted down.
How pathetic I am, she thought, and her cheeks grew red. She did not want to go back in there, she was too embarrassed.
Miss Clare, Graysen’s betrothed, was most likely having a grand ole time, seeing Elain in such a state.
Graysen.
Even his name clanged through her, making her regret every moment they’d shared together the season before. He’d courted her almost the entire season, asking to add his name to her dance card at the very first ball after her coming out. Unfortunately, she was already full up for the evening, but the next morning he was calling on her at their home. He brought her the most beautiful flowers, every time he saw her. Whether it was a bouquet for her dinner table or a single, elegant rose at a ball, Elain’s heart fluttered every time she saw him. He’d taken her out for promenade after promenade, Nesta a dutiful chaperone at all times.
But at the penultimate ball of the season, at Graysen’s family’s own estate, when she’d expected that he was to finally ask for her hand, his father had announced his son’s engagement.
To Clare Beddor.
While Graysen had been courting Elain, their budding romance clear for all of the ton to see, Lord Harding and Lord Beddor had come to a business arrangement behind the scenes.
Elain had never been so humiliated, heartbroken, and devastated. In an instant, the future she’d imagined, the life she saw for herself as Graysen’s wife… It was gone.
She and Nesta hadn’t attended the final ball of the season, lest she have to face Graysen, apology and pity undoubtedly written across his face, or worse, Clare herself.
The smirk Elain had spied on Clare’s face had told Elain they’d made the right choice in not attending.
Once her heart had calmed, once it no longer felt like it would beat out of her chest, Elain pushed herself off the wall, smoothed down her skirts, and began to walk back toward the street.
It was bustling, every citizen of Velaris out and about, preparing. All the members of the ton had somewhere to be. In a matter of days, they would also begin to be displayed like prizes for one another.
The sun was out, bright and welcoming, which was rare for an early day in the Spring. It was lovely, though. Elain tossed her head back and dwelled in the warmth just as she rounded the corner of the shop.
And ran into something - or, rather, someone.
A very unladylike noise flew from her mouth, something between a gasp and a yelp, as she grabbed her hat to keep it from falling off of her head. She took a step back, her heart back to beating wildly within the confines of her chest, and found herself looking into the face of a young gentleman, perhaps a year or two older than herself.
“Oh, my apologies, sir,” she said, the words tumbling ungracefully from her mouth. “I should have been paying attention to where I was going. The sun is just so lovely. It distracted me.”
At first, she noted the crimson rising on his tanned neck, above his collar, but he soon gave her a gentle smile. With a respectful incline of his head, he said, “I should be the one apologizing. I was not paying attention, myself. I am afraid I was in a bit of a hurry and it was clouding my judgment.”
Elain couldn’t help her polite smile from spreading. “It looks like we are both at fault, then. Perhaps we both deserve a little grace?”
“That would be nice,” he said, and went to move around her but frowned before looking down at his fingers, which looked to be coated in charcoal, then to Elain’s sleeve. “It seems I may have gotten your dress dirty. Here, let me-.”
“Hmm?” Elain followed his line of vision, spotting the dark gray smudge on her sleeve. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and reached for her arm, then stopped.
“May I?” he asked.
Elain swallowed but nodded as he reached politely for Elain’s arm and dabbed at the stain. It grew lighter, but didn’t disappear. Elain took her arm back, hastily, and cleared her throat. “It’s quite alright. I’ll see that it gets removed. Thank you, Mr….”
“Draeven,” he replied, when it was clear she was waiting for him to supply his name. “Azriel Draeven.”
It almost seemed like he was uncomfortable providing his name, but he said nothing more about it.
“Lady Elain Archeron, my lord,” she said, feeling foolish for not recognizing his status before. She recognized his name. He was a baron. She curtsied and he returned it with a bow of his own. “A pleasure.”
“The pleasure is mine,” he assured her, an exchange that Elain had already had a million times in her life. Yet, this time, it nearly seemed like he meant it.
Men rarely meant such things.
A horse whinnied from the carriage out front of the modiste.
A carriage, Elain realized with a start, belonging to her family. She could already see Nesta in the carriage, a fan keeping her from roasting within the velvet-lined landau.
“I should be going, Lord Draeven,” she blurted, starting for the carriage. She stopped, curtsying and inclining her head.
“Please, call me Azriel,” he replied, and Elain swore she saw him cringe, just a bit. “Titles are… Well, I prefer my given name to my family name.”
She hesitated, but nodded. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Azriel.”
He waited until she’d hurried for the carriage, watching as she turned and looked at her one last time before climbing inside. Softly, so quiet no one but himself could hear, he repeated, “The pleasure is all mine.”
I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.
