Whichever way she thought of it, this could not be the same, here was a different kind of man. Dark, erect, and looking so resilient. Just now, at this moment Eloise perceived that he wouldn’t relent upon a chosen course if he had decided upon. Honourable to a fault. She knew she just had to have some of him, even if it meant, just some part of him! His ebony darkness was pristine nightfall without blemish to even have a dark mauve hue emanating, his height a few inches taller than hers, something that she didn’t often come across and gosh was the man so upright and proud.

There was a carriage about him even standing and motionless as he stood right now, a man capable of unpredictable action, evolving purpose and that irresistible ingredient, intellect. A man capable of ferocious action when necessary, yet at other times the most decent in discussion.

It meant little to her, that she was betrothed to someone else and her mentor, Maria Anne Mozart had warned her of this kind of desire so strong, overtaking and overwhelming, but the mere look of him imbued rebellious hope and even within the immediacy of seeing him, she felt that longing heat making her hot underneath the collar and she blushed hot and glowing in not just in the aristocratic features of her face but also extending deep to her neck and chest area.

Blushing was one of the distinct traits of her ethnicity, being Mulatto mixed race with a glow to the dusking tan colour of her skin, freckles being amongst the others, a somewhat scattered speckled radiance, the significant other and thus being an alert opening to the sparkle of her beauty…