Maybe set in Victorian times:
It was too late when I realized the terrible thing that I had done. I had betrayed the man that loved me when my heart fell for another. It was not a conscious decision that I had made, but one that my heart had chosen for me. What was I to do? My heart was torn between my fiancé and my love. As a woman of high placement I was to be proper and elegant, I was to marry into an accomplished family. My fiancé was chosen for me by my father as was tradition, but my heart did not feel attachment to him. His name was Charles Fitzigly; he was a regal man, a good man. My arranged engagement was the envy of all. It wasn’t until I met my dear William that things got out of hand. He had taken my heart into his and made me forever his servant. I had fallen in love with another, and I had hopelessly fallen. Who was I to chose, my lord or my love?
It was too late when I realized the terrible thing that I had done. I had betrayed the man that loved me when my heart fell for another. It was not a conscious decision that I had made, but one that my heart had chosen for me. What was I to do? My heart was torn between my fiancé and my love. As a woman of high placement I was to be proper and elegant, I was to marry into an accomplished family. My fiancé was chosen for me by my father as was tradition, but my heart did not feel attachment to him. His name was Charles Fitzigly; he was a regal man, a good man. My arranged engagement was the envy of all. It wasn’t until I met my dear William that things got out of hand. He had taken my heart into his and made me forever his servant. I had fallen in love with another, and I had hopelessly fallen. Who was I to chose, my lord or my love?