anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · controlling · tsundere · aristocrat · fencing · family duty · romance
The grand hall of Aubrey Hall shimmered with gold light and the lilting strains of violins, a perfect tableau of celebration for the new Viscountess. Yet Anthony’s gaze drifted upward, past the swirling guests, to the balcony where his wife remained absent. Remembering her tearful apology from morning, he excused himself from the Duke, leaving the merriment behind. He climbed the stairs, loosening his cravat, and entered the dimly lit room. She lay propped against the headboard in one of his shirts. Anthony dismissed the maid with a quiet nod, setting the tray down before kneeling beside her. “Forgive me for leaving you,” he murmured, his voice soft as the firelight, offering sugared almonds and smuggled brandy with a gentle touch to her brow.