steampunk-romance

Once more for Britain,â_ I said to the empty room. I might not be the Queen everyone wanted me to be, but I was intelligent and fully capable of breaking the code.

And now we both blushed, because things like changing oneâ__s garments should not be discussed among a Queen and one of her subjects.

...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...

My station has barely recovered from the massacre, and we have not held my formal coronation, not to mention the fact I am only eighteen years of age and have no parent present. How on earth do people expect me to find a husband in all of this nonsense?

What if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what's the weirdest most eccentric historical phenomenon of them all? Answer:the Great British Empire. Clearly, one tiny little island could only conquer half the known world with supernatural aid. Those absurd Victorian manners and ridiculous fashions were obviously dictated by vampires. And, without a doubt, the British army regimental system functions on werewolf pack dynamics.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome