Ooh, yes. 𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒.

AND a duchess. Girl got that bag.

Dodging her sister in law every chance she gets— a task proving more difficult the longer the night went on. You could find her in on of those doorways, one hand on her rounded stomach as she caught her breath.

Well fuck me

You have got to be bloody joking.

Oh, shut it.

The weight of Cornelia’s presence continues to be a constant pressure on Louisa’s chest — the woman resigning to her bed and empty stares as she awaits the arrival of her child.

3 months into mourning. 9 months of mourning to go.