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This week's @galladrabbles prompt comes from @thepupperino. A little regency AU...
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Lord Ian stood at the edge of the ballroom, stiff and bored.
Shaina from Pinehall twirled in her gown. Viviette of the Meadows curtsied with a gleam in her eye. Pandering fools, all of them.
The Duke shook Ian's shoulders. “Oh, come on. There's not a maiden here who can please you?”
Ian turned to leave … and stopped in his tracks.
Viviette's footman approached, dressed all in black with haunting blue eyes and a tempting smirk. He slipped a note to Ian. Garden arch. Midnight. Alone.
Ian palmed the scrap of paper, feeling like his future burned in his hand.













