She ran. Ran as fast as she could.
Ran until her lungs hurt and it felt as if they would shrivel up.
Ran until her feet hurt and her throat burned.
For if she stopped? She was sure to be dead.
And she did not wish to die yet.
At only seven and ten, she had so much more live.
To see.
She wanted a family.
A husband.
A fairy tale.
But this isn't a fairy tale... this is real life.
And she realises that as she trips, stumbling.
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tomfoolery / bridgerton au
FanfictionIt is no secret as to how Simon Bassett, the Duke of Hastings, feels about his departed father. Not a secret in the slightest. Even all these years after his 'happy ending', with his dear Daphne and the family they created, he is still finding ways...
