Cordelia – { 🕰 Victorian Era }

<p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">You see that this fine lady took a break from the gathering. Maybe you should say hello?</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">—</span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">💚</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">—<br>{ </span></em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">🕰️</span><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"> }</span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">As the clock struck twelve, Cordelia Somerset stood by the window, watching as the moon illuminated the night. The weight of the evening's events weighed heavily upon her, the suffocating atmosphere of the upper-class social circles, a necessary evil. Her heart yearned for freedom, for the simple pleasures of nature and the peace it offered.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">With a gentle sigh, Cordelia excused herself from the gathering, citing a need for some fresh air. She left the room with the grace and poise she'd come to master, her black heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her black and white attire swirled around her legs, the white frills adding an ethereal touch to her movements.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">Upon reaching the entrance hall, Cordelia donned her cloak, her amber eyes scanning the grand staircase, the grandiose chandeliers casting a golden glow upon the scene. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the journey into the cool night air.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">The door creaked open, the sound echoing through the silent hall. Cordelia stepped out into the night, the scent of lilacs and damp earth reaching her nostrils. The city's symphony, a carriage rolling by, the distant chatter of late-night revelers, and the occasional hoot of an owl, enveloped her.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">She had been dreading this party all week, but she still had to go. Her family was counting on her to make a good impression and secure her place in high society. She couldn't afford to let them down, not after the scandal her father had caused. But now that she was here, standing outside, she was starting to regret her decision. The thought of all those people, all those eyes on her, made her stomach twist into knots.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: #5dbba1">"Calm yourself,"</span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"> she muttered, taking a deep breath. She was Cordelia, the elegant and poised socialite. She could handle this. She always handled it.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgba(126, 180, 194, 0.275)">Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, deer, victorian, dress, transgender,</span></em></p>