'Something aggressivly entertaining to read after work' - look in your messanger, there is someone trying to get you to write a regency novel. *cough,cough* who could that be???
ahahahahhahahaha silke. i’m laughing a lot. I don’t want to have to do the writing myself, though!!! i want it to be written for me. but okay here’s this:
Louis pressed through the crowd at Lady Malbec’s ball, his eyes searching over top the many heads for signs of a side room he could slip away to. He normally thrived at events like these, but he’d only arrived in London for the season that very afternoon, and the trip into town had exhausted him. He needed a reprieve from all the socializing and all the noise.
It took some skillful dodging and weaving, but at last he escaped the crush, scurrying down a narrow hallway and into a convenient and empty sitting room. He sighed deeply, leaning back against the door as he closed it, and then almost let out a shout when he realized he wasn’t actually alone.
“Needed to escape the matchmakers, too?” Came a deep, droll voice from the darkened corner of the room.
Louis gave a short laugh. As a lowly Baron with passel of sisters and a small estate in the North, he was certainly not a highly sought after commodity. It was the Duke of Cheshire all the Mamas in the Ton had set their sights on that year.
Which, it turned out, was exactly who Louis was sharing the room with, he realized, as the man emerged from the shadows. The Duke of Cheshire always lived up to his reputation as a terrible dandy, and tonight was no different, lace spilling from the end of his lavender silk sleeves, his ascot done up just so, breeches tight.
“Lord Styles,” Louis said, bobbing his head in greeting.
A lopsided grin spread across Styles’s face and he laughed. “Louis,” he said, eyes dancing as he stepped closer. “I was hoping you’d come find me.”