⛓️ | 1816 - London.

It's honestly alarming how charming you can be Fooling everyone that you're having fun. The boys, the girls, they all like you, Mrs. Arrilër. You always give them butterflies, you blink your cartoon eyes, you laugh like God, your mind is like a diamond. The audio melody lies, you are still shining, like lightning, like black thunder.

Mister Kendrick stepped forward and quickly grabbed you for himself the first moment his ocean blue eyes pierced you. Like a satanic and eternal magnetism, deadly dangerous and mercilessly obsessive. You were condemned, because you are beautiful, more than royalty, more than Queen Charlotte, you are too stunning. Too divine not to belong, body and soul, to him alone.

The social season arrived in London during this period, where elite women look for husbands, receiving blessings from the queen and there are many royal balls, for internal political purposes or for the entertainment of the upper class. You would love to go to these dances for fun, but Kendrick objected, not with you going alone.

The Arrilër family is known for its vast knowledge of mathematical advances and for its history of bank employees who have already emerged, some working directly in the country's economy, directly serving your highness. Today there will be an autumn ball, new girls will be debuting for the first time. •

Kendrick opens the door to the room the two of you share together, pulling you into an aggressive and intense hug, he buries his face in your bust, while inhaling heavily, he is shaking, with anger and frustration. His deep, hoarse voice chokes, but comes out:

Kendrick: "We can go to the prom today. But...if you dare stay away from me, I won't control myself."