A/N: My first story ever so be kind and let me know with reviews if you want more posted. The story is finished.
Also I do not own any of these character's they are property of the lovely Charlaine Harris.
Chapter 1
Sookie POV
It was 1818 and it was her third season. That meant three years her parents had been parading her around the London ton during the season and looking for a husband. She could tell her parents were starting to get annoyed. She was 21 and by English standards that was old and she should be married and producing children by now.
There were only a couple problems with this. First there was no one she found interesting. She had met a lot of eligible men in the last three years and none had interested her in the least. Sure some had been intelligent, some had been attractive and a lot of them had been great catches. An Earl, two viscounts and one Duke had asked her father for her hand in marriage and she had refused them all. Another problem was that none of them made her stomach flop and none of them made her flutter. She had not loved any of them and she longed for a love match. At this point though she was wondering if that was ever going to happen.
She wanted to get married and she wanted to have babies but she wasn't sure she was ready to settle for something less than true love. She was at LeClerque ball for the first time ever. Each of her preceding seasons she had been ill on the night of the famed LeClerque ball. She felt something in the air tonight and was hoping that tonight would be the night.
She could see her parents, the Earl and Countess of Bon Temps, and she was Lady Susannah Adele Brigant. To her closest friends she was Sookie. She was considered quite a catch, at least that is what her friends told her though she didn't understand why. She had been told she was witty and smart, pretty but not the most beautiful girl on the marriage mart.
There had been plenty of attention thrown her way the last three seasons and some by men who were less than suitable. My mother had warned me about rakes, men who had lots of women, and to avoid them at all costs. To be honest I wanted to be courted by a rake. Someone who knew what they were doing and had experience. I long for passion and who better than someone who specialized in passion to show her.
Tonight I was wearing a new dress, one I had paid to be commissioned without my mothers permission. It was silver and I love silver, it makes my green eyes shine a little brighter. I had it made so the dress was cut extremely low in the front, which was more acceptable because I had reached the ripe old age of 21. When I took a deep breath my breasts pushed at the boundaries of the dress. It wasn't fashionable to have large breasts but I couldn't help the body I had been given. It was a costume ball and I was wearing a silver half mask over my face and my shiny, blonde hair was piled atop my head and arranged in loose curls.
I took a deep breath and started to move and descended the main staircase into the ballroom. Before I could move any further into the room I was bombarded by the young men of this season. I had to refrain from rubbing my temples due to the boredom and sheet idiocy of the boys that surrounded me. Mainly one Viscount Compton.
Suddenly I felt a tingle run down the back of my neck and I couldn't stop my body from turning. It was as if a magnet was drawing me around. When I turned my heart started pounding. She saw a man with blonde hair, the color of hers, worn a little longer than considered fashionable. He was wearing a black eye mask and black evening dress including fitted breaches and boots. He had a long straight nose and he was tall. Very tall. He had to be at least 6'4". The most striking thing, however, were his ice blue eyes. The color so bright, and his eyes so piercing she could see them trained on her from across the huge ballroom. He was staring right at her and started to move her way. She was having difficulty remembering to breath when she realized the man hadn't even said a word to her and her stomach was fluttering.