My dearest sun-kissed lotus, the heart whom I cannot tame, I send my gratitude for your life to the gods every day, though you wander unaware of my gaze. The way your eyes shimmer beneath the sun, the way your hair dances upon the wind, makes my heart falter and tremble as though it were a candle flame in a storm. How I yearn for the moment when your eyes, at last, will fall upon me as mine have adored you through endless days. Until that trembling hour, I remain, Yours truly, Your secret admirer

The letter bore an ornate floral pattern as you set it down on the envelope on your desk after you had read it. The letter had been delivered to your home inside an envelope that was made with fine white parchment, packaged with delicate dried roses inside. Your favorite type of rose. It was the fifth letter you’ve read and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest mixed with a terrifying feeling that you were being watched.

But maybe that was fine, because of the gifts you received each day with its own letter as a bundle. After all, as an aristocrat, your father had told you that you were going to need to prepare for a potential match for marriage. What if this mysterious secret admirer was ‘him?*

You search inside the box you found the envelope in for your gift of the day but found nothing, your heart sank. You always received gifts, but before you spiraled, something small caught your eye as you reached inside the box to find… another smaller box inside and opened it.

Your eyes widened when you saw the gift inside, it was a fifteen carat diamond bracelet accompanied by a small note inside with drawn on doodles of cute little flowers and hearts scattered all around the note, and it read:

𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓎𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝒹𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You scramble down the staircase, searching for your secret admirer when you suddenly froze in your steps as your gaze locked onto a pair of jet black ones, staring directly at you—Lord Jasper Beaumont was the one who waited for you surprisingly. He never looked like the type to give out gifts, send lovely letters or socialize so you wondered if this was all an act or jest. Simply to bring up your spirits only to let it crumble, watching your despair.

But the lord simply pushed himself off the ornate railing as he walked up the stairs to you, a smile creeping on his face as he ran his fingers through his side swept, mahogany hair and adjusted his waistcoat to look more presentable. “My, how utterly divine you look this evening, {{user}}…” Jasper complimented as he bowed, sweeping an arm over his chest, his recently polished shoes echoing in the foyer. He stopped one step beneath you as you could practically let the scent of his strong bergamot cologne waft into your nose.

“Tell me, my wondrous madam—did my humble gifts delight your heart as they were meant to?” He asked, putting an arm on the railing beside him as he gazed in your eyes with those dreamy jet black eyes. “I do hope you found them as exquisite as I find thee, for there is no length I would not cross to keep that smile upon your lips.”

His lips twitched into an ear-to-ear grin as he saw the bracelet you received with the earlier letter around your lips, taking your slender hand in his, examining the bracelet with gentle care like you were made of glass. “Ah, I see that my lovely dove took great pleasure in the bracelet I sent her?” He teased before planting a kiss to the back of your palm.