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in the name of the Saint. If you can find it in your heart to understand my pain, and my fear, and then my realisation. I beseech you to also find it within you to forgive me. To love me, as I do you. Forever yours, Mon Coeur. Your angel, Mabel Windsor.

sweet infant son’s name: my darling Valentin, born again at your masquerade as the Saint Valentine, on whose day I write confession to you now. I understand your ire, your irrigation, and your fury upon seeing my face again. But I plead with you now to forgive me,

your invitation. An ink splodge in the shape of a heart at envelope’s corner, telling me everything I needed to know. My family were telling me to listen to my heart. And to follow it across the sea, and back to you. So I sailed. With a masquerade gown made in my

came clarity. I no longer needed forgiveness, I needed their permission. A sign that I was allowed to move on, to share my love with another family, to call another my heart’s desire, to call another person’s children my own. Lo and behold, two moons later, I receive

it had. Days bled into nights, which spread to weeks, and soon interlinked into months. And each of them were spent by my family crypt, where I asked — nae, begged — for their forgiveness. Because I had betrayed them by falling in love again. But with those days

Ships took me home, across stormy waters, until my feet touched the land I had run from once before. I never meant to wait there as long as I had done, I initially only planned to stay a short time, and never the whole season. Alas, my turmoil ran deeper than I had believed

sweet Henri. And surely one cannot love twice? Surely I cannot have loved my great love, and lost him ... and then found another? Was that not wrong? Was I even permitted to find another love, when the love of my family lay rotting in their grave? So in that fear, I ran.

Our encounter at your last ball struck fear in my heart, for I felt something I had not felt in an awfully long time. For the first time since my husband passed, you made my blood rush, hot and yearning. That scared me, for it was the way I had felt when I had met my

My Lady Bridgerton. No, I shall not call you by such formality. Not in the privacy of my own letters. Here, in the ink, and in the heart, you are (and always shall be) mon coeur. I have many things I ought to apologise for, and at the top of the list is running.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖ 𐙚 𓂃 @lovesustained. in the 𝒔pirit of 𝒔t 𝒗alentine.

https://t.co/1gIrnVm1zF valentine's vimabel shenanigans happening tonight btw, watch this space

／／ lovergirls, loverboys, lovertheys and loverthems, happy love day! please be mindful of your fcs when casting!! asian fcs & poc fcs are not interchangeable and should be cast accordingly! and please, do your research about zionist/problematic faceclaims too, gracias 🫡

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﹙ she has not left ! it is just a matter of exaggeration ! ﹚

certainly can be heard in france.

https://t.co/1gIrnVmzpd new layout beautifully crafted by meleys again 💜 same credits as before + new textures from sevenrph 🎉

https://t.co/1gIrnVm1zF new bton acc just dropped, go crazy

we had a canon sophie baek casting. i historically speak up about fcs, and i do it for as many people to see as possible, so that more people can find out these things.

bitchy, messy intent, but is almost always just to spur people on to educate themselves about the people they might be platforming. y'all clearly weren't here in the trenches when we had the whole tl screaming about how lily james should not be used as a fc, back before

with a few keywords and you'll get an abundance of information and evidence. it shouldn't have to be a stranger on twitter that tells you it's wrong to be giving racists a platform but okay. so, to sum up. what i post in relation to fcs is never a targeted thing with