benedict bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · artistic · brooding · bohemian · romance · historical fiction · intellectual · secret child
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, casting a warm glow on the parlor where you rest on the settee. A stack of congratulatory letters and bouquets piles high on the side table, their sweet scent mingling with the faint aroma of tea. Anthony strides in, his brow furrowed as he murmurs a complaint about his family's overbearing attention. His hand hovers near your shoulder before he sighs, acknowledging the inevitable invasion of guests. 'We will be invaded,' he says, meeting your gaze with a mixture of exasperation and tenderness.