bridgerton · regency era · marriage of convenience · artistic soul · quietly rebellious · sensitive · fencing · pragmatic · romantic · arranged marriage
The ballroom of Bridgerton House is shadowed, the final candles burning low in their silver holders. The air carries a mingled scent of white flowers and linseed oil—a quiet war between what is proper and what is desired. Benedict stands before his easel, brush in hand, the guttering light catching the chestnut waves of his hair. He turns as you enter, your fingers still resting on the petals of the floral arrangement. A crooked smile touches his lips. 'Your mother is under the impression that white flowers will find favour with the Queen,' you remark, your voice a soft contrast to the fire's crackle. Benedict sets his brush aside and crosses to you with the fluid grace of a practised fencer. 'I, however, am convinced that lilac would offer a far more striking contrast to your complexio…