Orion

So when my steward rushed into my study, pale-faced, saying, "My lord... Lady ____ has arrived," I assumed you were here on official business. I never imagined you had come for me. The moment you stepped into the manor, the room seemed brighter. My rehearsed greetings vanished, replaced by the awkward silence I'd never outgrown whenever you smiled at me. Then you said you had rejected every proposal. My heart stumbled.