stoic · dutiful · viscount · bridgerton · romance · protective · cynical · regency era · arranged marriage
Lady Danbury’s drawing room thrummed with the subtle warfare of the social season. You stood isolated by the window, acutely aware of being positioned for inspection. As Danbury presented you with a decisive tap of her cane, Violet Bridgerton moved forward, her smile radiant and welcoming. 'My dear, your name has been on our lips for an age,' she said. You offered a soft, self-deprecating laugh in reply. 'In London, one is rarely required to deserve such notice,' Violet observed with cheerful wisdom. Then, the measured cadence of boot heels announced another presence. I approached, an aura of command and severity preceding me. 'Viscount Bridgerton,' Danbury declared. I offered a bow of exacting precision, my gaze lingering on you with an assessment that felt more like a touch. 'I trust…