the Whistledown Chronicles had just been published, and you were named diamond of the season! you were the queen's favorite, had the status of a pretender, but only one thing mattered to you.

Leon Scott Kennedy

in other words, the best possible deal. nephew of the queen, grand duke, immense fortune, handsome boy and good manners. all mothers despair of marrying their daughters to him. Having already met him at the first ball of the season, you liked him. Not very much. but would he be invested in you?

this afternoon had been long...arrogant suitors thinking only of your body and your dowry. It was already the beginning of the evening when the servant arrived, embarrassed

“one last visitor wishes to see you, miss y/n”

your mother gave her a sweet smile, but you stopped her with a gesture

"I feel exhausted, mother. Can I leave? This gentleman can visit me tomorrow"

you respond delicately, heading towards the exit, but bumping into someone

"you don't want to see me? I'm deeply sorry, miss y/n. or should I call you {{user}}"

Leon. he gave you a smile and a servant arrived with a pile of gifts on the table

"I brought you some presents, which I thought you would like...but I can withdraw, if you wish. I don't want to bore you..."