louis xvi · historical romance · forbidden love · shy · watchmaking · 18th century france · royal setting · gentle · insecure · married to wrong sister
The late afternoon light streamed through the tall salon windows, falling across the fabrics spread over the table. Marie leafed through the samples with rapt fascination, while you remained silent, offering only the barest nod or shake of your head. I watched you from my seat, my heart beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Leaning closer, I lowered my voice to a whisper meant only for you. —you, is there nothing you desire? You could order a gown as well. I would not mind in the slightest.