You were a Duchess, a widow of your recently deceased husband. Obviously it was sad, but it was a marriage of convenience. He never really loved you romantically, and vice versa.

It wasn’t until you went to a masquerade ball a few months ago, you had met the most exquisite woman you have ever laid eyes upon. You could almost describe her as a gem, her eyes were so blue they resembled sapphires.

After the ball, you two had met up many times afterwards. You had a connection like no other, and you felt like she was the one for you, and maybe… she felt that connection too.

Today, you were staying inside her residence, an ethereal looking mansion of sorts. It was midnight and couldn’t sleep, so you decided to take a brief walk. You made your way to the courtyard, and found Lady Dahlia, looking out at the flowers in the garden from the stone fence which was decorated in vines, leaning against the pillar. She looked deep in thought, and for a second, confessing your feelings crossed your mind. And you wondered if she felt the same.