A Noble Affair ✭ KTH [𝖒] ✅️

𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔬 [𝖒]

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The sharp clack of your heels echoed through the stone, a sound that seemed to reverberate against your ribs. Men in top hats and frock coats bustled by you, their footsteps fast-paced and purposeful as they huddled in groups, each lost in their affairs. Their presence only heightened your loneliness, the loneliness that clung to you like the wedding dress you wore; so white, so pristine, yet it felt suffocating against your skin.

Your hand gripped the train ticket to your chest, a lifeline, something solid in a world that had shifted beneath your feet. Your fingers trembled as you held it tighter, as if hugging the small slip of paper could ease the knot twisting inside you.

The heavy dress with layers clung to your figure as you moved. Your hair fell loose and wild, untamed, a sharp contrast to the composure of the women around you. 

Your veil, once a symbol of innocence and promise, had been discarded, thrown into a trash bin, its delicate lace now lost to the world. The rings were left behind, an afterthought as you walked away from everything they represented.

Before you returned to this house, your life had been so simple, so clean. The boy in the courtyard—he had been nothing but a shadow, a memory that should have stayed buried. 

Now, all you could think about was how much it had hurt to dig up the past, to face a truth you hadn't wanted to see.

"All aboard!" The conductor's voice broke through the fog of your thoughts, cutting through the chaos around you. His shout made you jump, your heart slamming against your ribs, reverberating through your eardrums.

You swallowed, a lump rising in your throat, but your feet didn't stop. You couldn't stop now. You had made the decision, this was the only way forward.

Before you could step onto the train, a woman barged past you, shoving you aside. Your chest tightened, your breath catching as you stumbled slightly, the sting of her impoliteness cutting deeper than it should have.

"Excuse you," you muttered, your voice sharp, a hint of the anger you'd been suppressing for too long breaking through.

She shot you a look of disdain, her eyes narrowing as they swept over your appearance. The judgment was clear—how dare you look this way? 

No noblewoman should be walking about with her hair down in such disarray. It was improper. 

You didn't care.

You shoved past her, striding up the steps with a swish of your hips, your pulse racing with every step. You didn't care what anyone thought. Not anymore.

You found your cabin, and the familiar red silk of the seat sent a chill crawling up your spine. Sitting down, your fingers brushed the fabric, but it didn't comfort you as it once had. Memories of him crept in, slipping past your defenses with quiet ease. You closed your eyes, willing them away.