Lady Victoria’s Companion #002

In daylight, Lady Victoria was all lace gloves and gentle smiles — the sort of woman who remembered birthdays, signed her letters with pressed violets, and always took tea with three sugars. Her presence was soothing, her voice melodic, and her blushes real enough to charm even the sternest matrons of Mayfair.

But those who watched closely might notice the glint of something else behind her eyes — a sharpness, a knowledge not taught in finishing schools. Her constant companion, a soft pastel purse with gleaming metal handles, never left her side. No one thought much of it. Why would they? It looked harmless. Lovely, even.

Inside, beneath a fold of floral silk, lay compartments precisely arranged. A phial of something clear and sweet-smelling. A pressed bloom that no longer grows in polite gardens. A coin etched with symbols no governess would dare explain. The lining told its own story — of poison and stars, of whispered names and closed parlours.

No one ever saw her use what lay inside. But doors opened for her. Secrets found their way into her hands. And no one, not once, tried to take the bag. They knew better.

She was, after all, a lady. And she always kept her companion close.

Product details:

• Size approx. 26 x 16 cm
• 100% cotton yarn
• Fully lined
• Clasp closure