Morning After at Hyde Park
The morning sunlight spilled gently across Hyde Park, turning the Serpentine into a wide ribbon of pale gold. The ton, still buzzing from Viscount Beaumont's birthday ball festivities, lined the broad path in clusters—strolling, whispering, pretending not to stare at all the wrong people.
Lady Sophia Fiennes arrived at an unhurried trot atop Coriolanus, clad in her habitual navy riding habit that fit her with an ease that made debutantes and mamas alike both envy and sigh. She dismounted gracefully, oblivious to the rising wave of chatter that followed her like startled birds.
At her side walked Prince Felix, immaculate in his morning coat and looking every inch the royal envoy he was—except his eyes, which were focused with quiet intensity on one person alone.
