A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of Rose Hall, and sunlight streamed in through the high windows, with faint remnants of last night's coal fire lingering in the white fireplace.
Princess Victoria sat at the small desk by the window, carefully drafting the beginning of a speech, her brows slightly furrowed as she hesitated between describing the word "freedom" as "sacred" or "unassailable".
Arthur stood nearby, his gaze slowly moving away from her pen tip and settling on the distant roses in a porcelain vase.
After shedding his overcoat, he could be seen still wearing the Frock coat that Disraeli had strongly recommended, with the neckline buttoned tightly, yet the watch chain on his chest subtly peeked through.
