The Savannah Set
Where the ambition runs deep, the manners run precise, and the success rate of any given family dinner depends entirely on who’s controlling the ports.
These gentlemen are polished, practical, and perpetually several steps ahead. They are old money, yes—but not idle. Not one of them believes legacy is something to sit on.
Known for their restraint, their cunning, and the occasional speech about railroads, progress, or the future of southern finance.
Mr. Alexander Sinclair
of Bellmare Hall, Savannah, Georgia
Known For:
Silent competency, controlled chaos, and showing up at dawn—slightly hungover, utterly unbothered, and fully prepared to repair whatever broke overnight. Has an uncanny memory for logistical details and emotionally charged silences.
Status:
Unmarried. Fiercely eligible, albeit inconveniently elusive. Quietly pursued by several mothers on behalf of their daughters. His continued availability is believed by many to be a clerical error.
“I have no idea how I got here. But if you hand me that wrench, I’ll get us out.”
Editor’s Note:
The type of man who'll vanish for two days of consumption and return with the solution to your irrigation crisis, a fresh shirt, and a perfectly folded apology note he swears he didn’t write.
Assessment:
Reliable in a way that sneaks up on you. May appear disheveled—but the mill’s running, the livestock’s fed, and the tax ledger is suspiciously balanced. Not one for declarations, but if he offers you coffee, you’re already halfway married.
Mr. Archibald Sinclair
of Bellmare Hall, Savannah, Georgia
Known For:
Unapologetic charm, politically convenient friendships, and a pipe he lights purely for effect. Equal parts flirt and strategist, with a reputation for winning debates, wagers, and dances—though not always in that order. Once organized an illegal horse race through town in the name of “spirited morale,” and has, more than once, misplaced both shoes and dignity before breakfast.
Status:
Unmarried. Pursued passionately, resisted selectively. He has no official attachments, though at least two families claim him as a near-son-in-law out of sheer optimism.
“If you desire me to stop speaking, Miss — then you’ll need to kiss me.”
Editor’s Note:
The type of man who can quote Dumas and insult your suitor in the same breath—without ever raising his voice. Frequently seen smiling at something he ought not be. Likely to claim your dance card, your attention, and your good sense, in that order.
Assessment:
Dangerous only if you enjoy being noticed. Knows precisely what he’s doing, and will pretend he doesn’t—just long enough to make you forget who started the game in the first place. Unlikely to settle down. Even more unlikely to be boring.
Mr. Andrew Sinclair
of Bellmare Hall, Savannah, Georgia
Known For:
Being spoken of often and seen rarely. Evading at least three debutante-driven inquiries into his whereabouts. Inspiring more rumors than confirmed sightings.
Status:
Unmarried. Allegedly. Last witnessed climbing out a second-story window during a cotillion. May or may not have been heading toward the stables.
Rumored Traits:
A fondness for card games of dubious legality. A tendency to vanish when responsibility looms. An unsettling ability to remain both missed and entirely unfound.
"If I'm expected somewhere at seven, you can be certain I'll arrive — eventually, dramatically, and entirely on my own terms."
Editor’s Note:
Believed to be either a master of quiet rebellion or simply very, very good at napping through obligations. At least two mothers still refer to him as "an excellent prospect" — despite their daughters' increasingly skeptical expressions.
Assessment:
A Sinclair by blood, a legend by absence. Will almost certainly resurface when least convenient.