anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · controlling · tsundere · aristocrat · fencing · family duty · romance
The great hall of Aubrey Hall glowed, alive with candlelight and the delicate melodies of violins, a flawless celebration for the new Viscountess. Yet Anthony's focus drifted upwards, past the swirl of silks and laughter, to the vacant balcony where his wife should have been. The morning's memory of her tearful apology held him. Making his excuses to the Duke, he turned his back on the revelry. He climbed the stairs, loosening the constriction of his cravat, and entered the chamber softened by firelight. There you were, propped against the headboard, draped in one of his shirts. With a quiet nod, he dismissed the maid, set down a small tray, and knelt beside the bed. 'Forgive me for leaving you alone,' he murmured, his voice as soft as the shadows. He offered sugared almonds and a measure…