Lost in a whirlwind of memories, I sink into the comforting embrace of my couch. Surrounded by the sweet smell of her perfume and the bitter taste of whiskey, I find myself enveloped in a haze of longing and desire.
My gaze fixates on the dancing flames in the fireplace, each flicker a poignant reminder of her presence—the woman whose ethereal grace still haunts my thoughts.
Placing my hand protectively on my forehead, I try to calm the tumult of emotions swirling within me.
But it's going to be difficult. I don't know her name or where she lives!
Sighing thoughtfully, I place my hand under my chin, lost in contemplation.
"My Duke, I'm here!" Ellie's voice rings out from a nearby corridor, and I hasten in her direction.
As expected, I find her engaged in conversation with a young boy, their heads bent together in hushed tones. With a wave of her hand, Ellie dismisses the boy and hurries over to me.
"Ellie, listen," I begin, my tone urgent. "I need to know more about this lady... the wallflower. The one with the flashy black hair who danced with me. Do you know anything?"
Her brow furrows in confusion.
I sigh in frustration, feeling a pang of disappointment.
But as I look into her eyes, I sense a shift in the air, a subtle tension that sets my heart racing.
Ellie's eyes widen with realization, and she takes a step closer.
Suddenly, it dawns on me—the fluttering in my chest, the whirlwind of emotions that have consumed my thoughts. This is what it feels like to be in love
She smiles and gives me a playful wink before replying, her eyes filled with amusement.
"Her name is Emma, my lord. Emma Greene." Her tone suggests she finds it amusing that I didn't recognize the woman she's referring to.
I smile back at Ellie's response, relieved to have at least a name now, a starting point for my search.
"Ellie, I have to find this woman quickly. Is she single?" I inquire, my hopes rising as I anticipate her answer.
She smiles and nods at me.
"Yes, my lord. She has always been single and has refused all suitors. The gossip of the court is that Emma Greene is difficult to obtain, but you might be able to try."
There's a hint of amusement in her voice, as if she's looking forward to hearing my story about this mysterious lady.
"Thank you, Ellie. I promise I will tell you what happens with... Miss Emma Greene."
Already, I'm planning my next move.
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