Crown Prince Frederik is awesome!
and thank you to Holly for finding the picture.
This is why I want a prince. Have you ever seen a mere baron rthis hot? No.
At a PUBLIC COFFEESHOP. Mama says I’m a whore and a slattern, but I do love partaking of coffee outside the house.
Not sure what “erotic historical paranormal romance” is - would it perchance be Lord Byron and Lady Caroline Lamb f*cking each other at a garden party whilst dressed as Greek ghosts? Don’t tell Mama I contemplated that - she’d have me reading edifying tracts for the next fortnight.
The painting is pretty, though. I do hope I live until 1861 so that I may purchase it.
Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld (1861), by Camille Corot
The sequel to my Eurydice-myth-inspired erotic historical paranormal romance (I know, it’s a mouthful — hurr hurr hurr) lands later this year, but the first one is short and steamy and available now!
ratafia or ruin…
Do I have another glass of ratafia to make this party bearable? Or suffer my boredom like a martyr, thus avoiding the need to use the hostess’s chamberpot while trussed up in this ballgown?
Isn’t this dress lovely? If only I were a matron or a widow so I could wear such a shocking color…
Perhaps marrying that Russian undersecretary would be worth it after all.
From omgthatdress:
Dress
1807-1811
The Victoria & Albert Museum
I will PERISH if I can’t have this dress. If my father loses any more money playing whist, I swear I shall murder him.
a russian and a baronet walk into a bar…
At a Venetian breakfast, stuck between the Russian secretary to Count Lieven and a fortune-hunting baronet. The hostess’s cow-faced daughter is seated beside the only eligible bachelor in the room. As if SHE has any hope of becoming a viscountess!
I would laugh, but this Russian seems dreadfully proud. I wouldn’t want to give offense by seeming happy about something other than the timber trade.
