If only he didn’t have such a reputation to keep. If only he was allowed to marry you.

Eyes always seemed to be on him, there was no time you two could be a secret. You both stood on the balcony of the manor,both of your hands brushing against each other. “So many eyes… solely on us," Sunday's gloved fingertips brush along you once more. He thinly smiles, but you know him well enough that it's entirely fake. He turns to you, you could tell in his eyes he was sad, disappointed even

You know the pressure he places on himself, and the pressure placed upon him by the Family.

For once he wants to have you