@jyujuku, gave you a sub!
Hi yall, this is my romance story set in the victorian era with a twist on the enemies to lovers trope! I just uploaded chapter 13 and would love for you to give it a read!
I feel myself grimace in my jerk away from him when I take notice of the rustling leaves, giving me pause. I watch in wait as the movement suddenly stops, seemingly hesitant to creep out from the safety of its den. Then, the fur of a white rabbit peeks out from the brush, twitching its nose as it assesses the scenery. Hopping forward, it stands upright with perked ears. I’m relieved as Nikkolas tears his face away from mine, though I’m perturbed by his slow approach of the demure creature. He treads carefully in his cross over the gravel path and aims for the grass so as to muffle his footsteps. However, he then bends towards the patch of wildflowers, snapping an orange one from its stem. During this, the rabbit seems to take notice of his encroach, but remains oddly unfazed. With his gaze fixed on the animal, he crouches, reaching out to it with his offer of the marigold. To my pleasant bewilderment, the rabbit lowers its ears in familiarity and springs towards him. It barely sniffs out the gift before adoringly munching the flower, stem and all. The soft creature seems to sense there were plenty more past His Grace and hops towards them. Lowering his hand, a smile of seeming fondness rests upon his face.
“They come for the marigolds this time of year,” he says, turning to address me. I quickly relax the upward curve of my lips, fearing he may notice.