take me home when i lost myself.

“there was no trace of her left in this house; there was only the bitter taste of whiskey and the pain of remembering she was never his to begin with.“ ladies and gents, i present to you my version of sanditon season two! (thou feel free to view is as a random anthony/charlotte crossover if you want) a year has passed since charlotte left sanditon... one day, a familliar face knocks on her door - why isnt that mr crowe, his eyes clear and sober for the first time charlotte had ever seen them, and he is here with a see, turns out mr crowe isnt actually a mister, but rather a lord (a count to be precise) and since his older brother died, that left him as a sole heir to his father’s vast fortune and title. there is a catch though: he must marry in order to inherit, and he only has two weeks to do it. and so, he proposes the following: charlotte will marry him, becoming the countess of suffolk, and spend half a year with him in london to assure his father’s solicitors all t’s are crossed and