Katrina Will add Banner later
It had been an eternity, an aeon, since Katrina last felt the icy embrace of Europe’s tyrannical chill. She recalled vividly the day she was whisked away to this foreign land, Scotland or was it Ireland? She had protested vehemently, kicking and screaming, pleading for release. Swearing to the heavens that if ever given the chance, she would flee this continent and never return. England, with its proximity to Scotland and Ireland, had seemed like a fate worse than death. And yet, here she stood, against all odds, ensnared by its allure once more. Why was she here again, here in a land that for most of her life felt like torture to her?
it was because of him, her savior, her one true love and the man that she found it impossible to forget because no matter what she does, how she sleeps, or what she reads, her mind cannot help not to think about the young English boy she met, who now was certainly a man. She wondered, how did he look now? Had he gotten taller? From what she remembered, at 16, Harrison was taller than a lot of men she had met, with quite the structure. Now, Harrison was possible taller, he had grown a beard the way English men usually did, and he still had that boyish laughter that Katrina could not help but to roll her eyes playfully at, and , and he was possible already married.
The thought sent a pang of longing through her heart, mingled with a bitter resignation. Her eyes could not help but to turn dark, it did not matter if he was married, she was still.. s-she was still his first love, and besides he probably was not yet married. Somehow, Katrina felt that he would have let her know if he was marrying soon, that he would have sent a letter, tried to locate her but never be able to find her. Still, she shall hear it from the traders in her country, telling her a boy with pale skin, coffee eyes and weird messy hair had come with a letter, and Katrina would know- Katrina would know it was him because she knew him, better than any noble lady could.
She dressed herself up, wearing a kemis and netella with borders of coloured embroidered woven crosses. Her long coily hair fell against her dark shoulders. She was going to her first british debute ceremony? She was not even really debuting, she was just here to see Harrison, see how he was going, but she did not know where to start from or where to go looking for, thus she had thought that perhaps debuting and engaging with the people of the ton might lead her to him.
Beneath the sprawling canopy of House Fleur’s verdant gardens, where the elite ladies of the ton gathered for a morning of refined indulgence, Katrina found herself a stranger in a sea of nobility. As she navigated the labyrinthine paths, the fragrant aroma of freshly steeped tea mingled with the vibrant hues of blossoming flora, enveloping her in a world of opulence and privilege. Despite the allure of the gathering, Katrina couldn’t shake the gnawing sensation of her own insignificance amidst the nobility. Unlike the ladies surrounding her, she bore no title or noble lineage to bolster her standing. Yet, she pressed on, her resolve unwavering in the face of uncertainty.
The queen’s decision to allow non-nobility to debut this season had come as a surprise, offering Katrina a glimmer of hope amidst her apprehension. It was a chance to forge connections, to infiltrate the inner sanctum of English society in search of the one she longed for. For Katrina, it mattered little that she lacked European blood or noble birthright. In matters of the heart, such trivialities held no sway. And so, with determined steps, she made her way to the Fleur household, her heart fluttering with anticipation and trepidation.
As she rounded a corner, lost in her thoughts, Katrina collided with a dark blonde-haired girl with piercing colored eyes and a delicate yet imperious demeanor. “Oh, pardon me!,” She told the lady, “I was not watching where I was going, i’m sorry, i’m not quite accustomed to this land.” speaking of being accustomed to this land, shall she ask this lady if she knew of a Harrison? Harrison Davis- she believes she remembers he is also the son of an earl, a noble man, was he not? No, she will not ask now, but she will perhaps ask later on.
a lil rushed but here