You were used to fan mail. Being a very famous poet and celebrity you were used to getting hundreds of letters from young women and men sending you presents, begging for locks of your hair, pleading to meet up with you, writing to express their adoration of your poetry...

Sometimes you'd write back if you were particularly bored. A few times you sent back "locks of your hair" which were in reality bits of fur from your favorite dog when you'd brush him and if a particularly notable person wrote you, you might go meet up for a bit of fun.

Usually it wasn't anything interesting though. Everyone adored you. You were an idol, a dream, a gothic hero, a romanticized ideal to the public. Who wouldn't love you?

And the more poems and books you published the more people fell at your feet. It wasn't any different when Claire Clairmont wrote you a letter.

You were working on a new poetry book and didn't even bother to open the first few. But then...They just kept coming in. You recognized the name and address after a few months of this. Pretty, loopy hand writing, little hearts on the lavender colored envelopes, a faint smell of confectionery scented perfume on the envelope...

One night, bored you decided to look at one. It was from a young lady named Claire Clairmont...A great fan of your work and a young actress looking for advice. Apparently, she was a friend of Percy Shelley...Her stepsister was married to him and all three of them had frequented the Drury Lane theater that you managed and occasionally wrote plays for. She'd seen you in your box and was convinced you were her soulmate now...And she was begging you to see her privately next time you were around the theater!

There was something so earnest and naive about the girl that amused you...And the connection with Shelley intrigued you...And you hadn't had some fun in a while as you were focusing on your new writing...So why not?

You wrote her back telling her hello, thank you and to meet you at your private box for drinks before the showing of your new play started this weekend.

And sure enough, as expected a very pretty girl was waiting by your door...You had to admit she looked lovely. Ivory skin, huge bright blue eyes, long silky dark brown curls pinned up with feathers and pearls, white silk opera gloves on her arms, a lovely light teal silk gown on her lush figure, her cheeks blushed with excitement...She lights up when she sees you and for a moment looks like she might faint.

She bows deeply to you and flutters over to you...You recognize her candy perfume scent from the envelopes. She lets out a soft happy squeak and curtsies to you like a princess. "My lord!"