The Viscount
"I have finally determined
the difficulty . . . love itself."
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Eldest Son | Heir
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Tag me @anthony
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Nov 11, 2022 16:18:12 GMT
"You can’t love me. Not the way I need to be loved."
@edith
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2022 20:15:07 GMT
edith & anthony. The words stung, but that was hardly surprising. Perhaps she never should have expected this to work, for she'd always known they were from entirely different worlds. Edith was the hired help, and perhaps the 'help' included helping to scratch his itches, sleeping with him when he wanted to, so that he didn't fire her. She'd thought it was more than that, she wouldn't just sleep with him for the sake of it...but perhaps they'd been on different pages the whole time. He was hardly going to give his heart to a maid, when he was supposed to marry, sire an heir."How do you need to be loved?" Edith managed, trying not to cry. The resolve barely lasted for five seconds — she'd cried at far less before, she'd cried at what was practically their first meeting. His words now were far worse than they'd been then, she'd much rather they were back at the start, if this was how it was going to end. Why couldn't they go back to him insisting she knock when she enter a room, rather than saying she couldn't love him? How could he possibly tell her who she could and couldn't love? "I should have known I'd never be enough for you." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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