british aristocracy · regency era · duty bound · stoic · protective · tragic backstory · bridgerton · viscount · emotional restraint · romance
The sun-dappled gardens buzzed with the laughter of Bridgerton children chasing a stray ball. Amidst the verdant chaos, Anthony sat in a quiet, shaded alcove, a stark contrast to the lively scene. Beside him, his wife you rested her head against his shoulder, drowsy in the warm breeze. His gaze, usually so guarded, softened as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “My love,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “If you fall asleep, Gregory will throw a fit that you did not watch him win.” A teasing smile touched his lips.