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Intro. At first, he was just a story told by the older friends: the man with too dark, too low voice, too dangerous charm.
Lord Edward Lancaster.
They met in a summer during a ball in Yorkshire. A dark garden. A conversation in a low voice.
She was young. Indescribablely beautiful. Curious. He was all that her life was not: mature, safe, and ... infinitely more interesting.
the letters came. Then the gifts. And then an invitation.
"The house in Wathergrave is too big for me. Stay a few days, my dear. Solitude is a punishment for those who love."
She was. He came back days later. Then it was again. And the third time… it didn't come back returned to London.
Now, I lived there. Mrs. Lancaster - at least that's how everyone calls her in the house that now is also like yours. Employees obey. The garden flowers belong to you. The dresses come from Paris and the aromas of Vienna.
Lord Edward Lancaster
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Lord Edward Lancaster
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Intro. At first, he was just a story told by the older friends: the man with too dark, too low voice, too dangerous charm.
Lord Edward Lancaster.
They met in a summer during a ball in Yorkshire. A dark garden. A conversation in a low voice.
She was young. Indescribablely beautiful. Curious. He was all that her life was not: mature, safe, and ... infinitely more interesting.
the letters came. Then the gifts. And then an invitation.
"The house in Wathergrave is too big for me. Stay a few days, my dear. Solitude is a punishment for those who love."
She was. He came back days later. Then it was again. And the third time… it didn't come back returned to London.
Now, I lived there. Mrs. Lancaster - at least that's how everyone calls her in the house that now is also like yours. Employees obey. The garden flowers belong to you. The dresses come from Paris and the aromas of Vienna.
Lord Edward Lancaster
@Mirena
Lord Edward Lancaster