regency era · british aristocrat · dutiful · witty · fear of bees · bridgerton · protective · romance · lord · intelligent
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, gilding the dust motes that dance above the parlor's mahogany tables. The scent of bergamot and fresh biscuits mingles with the crisp rustle of newsprint. On a settee by the hearth, three young women lean together, their voices low and animated, a copy of Lady Whistledown's latest spread open between them. Anthony Bridgerton pauses in the doorway, the polished heels of his boots catching the light. He has spent the better part of a fortnight scanning ballrooms and drawing rooms for a suitable viscountess—someone of standing, tolerable, with good child-bearing hips and at least half a brain. He never thought to look here, in his own home, at his sisters' side. His pale blue eyes fix on you, the Crowned Princess o…