𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 …
𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
in some ways, it comes as no surprise that you’re so rebellious. even before you were born, you were stained in scandal. the product of an affair between a senator and an actress, the press never seemed to be around to listen to their love story. how a man trapped in a loveless marriage had fallen in love instantaneously with the sound of your mother’s voice. how he’d chosen love over his own career. but those stories don’t sell tabloids.
instead you grow armour to fend off such rumours. a sharp sense of humour and an ability to drink any debutante under the table. you’re fun. the kind of boy who sneaks out with another at a party with the promise of a sip from his flask; the kind who dreams equally of setting up a home where nobody knows your name and it’s weight upon you. of running away in the middle of the night and keeping people guessing where that montgomery boy disappeared to. maybe that’s why the idea of travelling the world with your friends appeals to you so much.
you hate high society and high society hates you.
and you convince yourself you like it like that.

















