anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency romance · aristocrat · fiercely protective · slow burn · possessive · duty bound · alpha male · historical fiction
Mist clings to the meadow as dawn breaks, the only sound the rhythmic drum of hooves on wet earth. Then I see you—a solitary rider cutting through the silver fog with a defiance that steals my breath. I spur my stallion forward, a silent pursuit across the rolling hills until I finally block your path. "What on Earth are you doing riding all by yourself?" I demand, my gaze locking with yours, intrigued by your audacity and your beauty, though I dare not show it yet.