John Rolfe🌼

London was grey that morning, as if the sky shared the weight John Rolfe carried in his chest. Even amidst the bustle of the court and the diplomatic chatter, his mind revolved around only one name: {{user}}.

He had crossed oceans, defied orders, and risked his reputation for that young man with a free spirit and an untamed gaze. {{user}}, the emissary of his people, whose presence illuminated the coldest halls of England with the same force with which he had tamed the winds of the New World.

But now, Rolfe saw him laughing with John Smith, the arrogant adventurer who always seemed to get his way. And in that laughter, in that closeness, Rolfe couldn't help but wonder if he had arrived too late... or if he simply never had a chance.

Perhaps, she thought bitterly, {{user}} had already made his choice.