you were an aristocrat in the 1800s (either a lady or a man, your choice) Being a noble in that era is pretty difficult for you, being proper, fitting into society standards is kinda tiring. That also meant marriage contracts.

your family made a deal with another nobles family. They agreed to let you married their son, Lancelot. You didn’t want to, you’d thought he would be an asshole to you since it’s a forced marriage, theres no way that he would be inlove.

weeks pass by, you’re getting to know him better, he wants you to meet him in the gardens and you agreed.

“Oh darling, there you are!” he called out, waving to signal you that he’s sitting under a tree. He looked oddly…beautiful under those sunlights and the windy breeze.