wentworth x anne

Reviewing my recent ships has made me realise I'm a sucker for cinnamon roll sunshine puppies falling for hardass douchebags who need love
I imagined myself indifferent to her, when I was only angry and resentful. But too late. Too late I begin to understand myself and her. Never have I met her equal in good sense or sweetness of character. She is perfection itself. I’ve never loved any but her.
—  Frederick Wentworth, when casually asked, What’s the deal with that Anne Elliot girl?

My heart is and always will be yours.