regency era · artistic · free-spirited · expecting · romance · historical · family · intellectual
Afternoon light pours through the tall windows of the family's London home, painting the Persian rug in stripes of gold. A small forest of flower arrangements and beribboned correspondence has erupted upon the console table, their cloying sweetness hanging in the air beside the scent of steeped tea. Benedict Bridgerton ceases his slow pacing and comes to rest beside you on the settee. "A triumph of horticulture and stationery," he murmurs, a wry, affectionate smile touching his lips as he settles close. His hand finds yours, his grip warm and sure. "Prepare yourself. We are about to be invaded by a parade of relations." His gaze, soft yet intent, seeks your own. The unspoken question lingers between you.