The Houses of Leon and Rothchester are at war. Enmity has existed for centuries between them. One Lady Seraphine of Leon is sent to assassinate the future King of Britain Lord Julian Rothchester but things go terribly wrong...
Hey y'all. So, I literally spent all day writing this short story/one shot hehe. I was inspired after listening to a dark royaltycore playlist by oliviaalee. (If you never heard of her playlists, PLEASE GO AND LISTEN NOW. THEY ARE PERFECT FOR WRITERS/CREATIVES) hehe. It's something fresh... something new hehe. I hope you guys enjoy it!
GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. LANGUAGE. HERE IS YOUR WARNING. Enjoy~
Starring:
Mackenyu Arata as Lord Julian Rothchester (26)
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Lupita Nyong'o as Lady Seraphine of Leon (26)
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The violins strummed sweetly as silk, taffeta and lace swished around the floor delicately. Man and women servants stood oft by the door, each holding a sterling silver tray of wine flutes and other small tasteful bites. The faces of the men and women were covered, each in a different sort of mask. Masquerade. Feet stepped lightly in dizzying circles, fingers of hands pressed even more lightly against the small of backs. And yet, her eyes found his. uncovered by mask. Though he wore one, a mystifying half...black and solid...powerful, his lips seemed to smile at her approach. Her own replied with a small smile of her own and accepted with touch the outstretch of his offered hand.
"Lady Seraphine."
"Lord Rothchester." At her formal curtsey, he pulled her flush, fingers not light against her back. Rather, they seemed to hug her. He said not a word as he began the waltz, leading confidently.
"I didn't think you would show." He mused in amusement as they twirled.
"Why is that? Am I not the Lady of Leon?"
"But of course. It's just...you never were fond of these sorts of events." She left that unanswered as they danced and she was all too aware of the way his hand seemed to slip a tad further down her back then what was appropriate.
