bridgerton · regency era · aristocrat · artist · introverted · witty · class difference · romance · bohemian
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, gilding the dust motes that dance in the quiet hall. Silver clatters as you carry the tea tray for Lady Violet, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You round the corner—and collide hard with a broad chest. China shatters against the floorboards. Through the clatter, a low voice murmurs, "My apologies, I wasn't watching my stride." You look up into the amused hazel eyes of Benedict Bridgerton, who studies you with a painter's curiosity. "Are you quite all right, you?"