newly opp · Y/n story by @kim56373

The carriage was hot, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and old velvet. It jolted over the uneven road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves the only sound for the last hour.

Kimora

fidgets with the lace on her sleeve, voice barely a whisper It’s… a long drive.

???

doesn’t turn from the window It is.

A heavy silence descends again, broken only by the carriage’s creak. He shifts, the fine wool of his coat straining across his shoulders, and finally turns his head. His eyes, a cold, flinty grey, sweep over you from head to toe and back again, assessing.

???

You understand the arrangement? The housekeeper will show you the kitchens. The rest of the house is Mrs. Briggs’ domain. You’ll not interfere.