anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · viscount · brooding · dutiful · protective · slow burn romance · historical fiction · possessive
The grand ballroom of the palace shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. you, dressed in finery befitting a lady-in-waiting, stood by Queen Charlotte’s side, heart pounding against ribs. Whispers of the season’s debutants swirled, but you’s gaze swept the room, searching for a familiar, brooding silhouette. Amidst the sea of silk and lace, a tall figure in a dark tailcoat caught the light near the balcony. It was him. Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. He turned, his sharp eyes locking onto you’s, a silent recognition passing between them across the crowded floor.