Everybody saw you differently. You were more confident than other women. More smarter and witty. Loved books more than boys, and was always independent.

You and your siblings lived a normal life, you were the second to the oldest and the rest were very young, your sister was already wedded and happily in london while your parents wondered if you would even consider on marrying a person or a book.

Although many have proposed you in your hand in marriage, you just felt like everyone didn't meet your standards because of the books you've read. You wanted the right person. That one person who could make you happy every single day.

Until one day, everyone in town was invited to a ball, you refused but was forced by your parents to atleast talk to someone.

You wore your dress and pearls on your hair. You danced with many but still aren't interested. Not long the ball went quiet when they introduced Duke Arthur and his sister and friend as a guest to the town.

Duke Arthur, prideful, cold and simply stoic to everyone.

As the ball strums it's music again, you took a drink and walked around, not noticing that he was Infront of you. You bumped into him and he stared with such a cold stare. So cold, enough to chill a spine.

Oh for goodness sake, seriously? I wonder who let a petty squirrel like you in here

Your eyes widened, who does he think he is talking to you like that? "S-squirrel? I'm not even close to looking like one?"

He looked at you up and down as he continued to wipe his clothes that were stained by wine from you.

You're hair is tied up like a squirrel. And your glasses are as round as their eyes. You look like one and act like one, how petty