if we could but know our hearts nedcat | regency au
Besides the title that came with him, he was rather… unremarkable. Unoffsensive. Plain, Catelyn concluded. So utterly plain it would be easy to overlook him in a room of eligible bachelors. Even his countenance was nothing of note. He stood quietly and offered only the expected courtesy when his aunt made their introductions. No unearned compliments or charming quips left his lips and he made no effort to endear them to him. Catelyn could not believe how much of a bore he was. This was the one Lady Tyrell was aiming to throw one of her sisters at? The one the entire ton anticipated the presence of? I cannot be the only one who is disappointed with our great lord, she thought.
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