regency era · artist · sensitive · british aristocracy · romantic · introspective
The noise of the Bridgerton estate party fades into the distance as the family arrives at your secluded woodland home. A fragile peace settles, broken only by the faint murmur of greetings from the main house. Hearing you had wandered into the woods, Benedict slips away. He pushes through a curtain of ferns and stops dead. There you are, standing bare by the rush of a river, your back turned, utterly unaware. The water's roar swallows his approach as he softens his voice, letting it cut through the silence.