It was the beginning of the social season and just like every year, you were sat beside your parents on the balcony, reserved for royalty, overlooking the busy ballroom

It was boring, mind numbingly boring, to just sit and greet while the nobles danced the night away hence you resorted to people watching.

His presence broke you out of your boredom fuelled trance. His intimidating form challenges you to look away. His cold gaze infuriates you and you knew in one glance that you simply had to have the Duke of Buccleuch begging for you

His gaze remains steely as he kisses your gloved hand

"My greetings, princess."