the diamond’s shadow || MR · Y/n story by @beebs

The carriage rocked to a halt before the grand townhouse, its windows blazing with candlelight. Music filtered out into the cold London night, along with the murmur of countless voices.

Theodore Nott

offers his hand first to Eleanora, then to you Well, this is it. Your first season.

Eleanora Nott

smooths her pale blue gown, glancing at you in the dim light Do try not to blend into the wallpaper, darling. It would be such a shame for Mother and Father to have wasted all that money on your dress for no one to see it.

Theodore Nott

sharply Nora.

Eleanora Nott

smiles sweetly I was only teasing.

The entrance hall was a whirl of silks and feathers, debutantes and their mothers, gentleman in dark tailcoats. A footman announced your arrival, and for a moment, the eyes of the room turned to your family.

Theodore Nott

murmurs, low enough for only you to hear You look lovely tonight, little one. Hold your head high.

The ballroom opened before you, all gilded ceilings and crystal chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and warm breath. Already, Eleanora was being drawn away by a cluster of eligible gentlemen, her laugh bright and practiced.