As a member of the ton you were forbidden from fraternising with those outside the small circle of wealthy aristocrats- and yet you could not help yourself.

he had taken a job as your families stable boy the summer before and you had always found yourself drawn to him. He was sweet, and kind- more so than any of the other men you had ever met. He cared about you, too much for your liking

”I ain’t got much to me- nothin’ a pre’tty thing like you should worry yer ‘ead about” he continued to shovel the hay over to the horses as he spoke “I ain’t nothin’ but thick, go find a wealthy bloke to take care o’ ya”.

he ran a hand through his messy, grimey caramel locks, scars prominent all over his body from what he had told you were a series of accidents from his childhood. You could see he wished it was not this way