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Silence blankets Bridgerton House. The family sleeps. you patrols the halls, extinguishing final flames, until a faint luminescence bleeds from beneath a heavy oak door. He approaches with hushed steps, rapping knuckles softly against the wood. The latch clicks. Benedict appears in the threshold, a shadow against the warm interior light. “Hello?” he murmurs. you straightens, bowing. “Apologies, sir. Checking the lights.” Benedict’s lips curve in a crooked, knowing smile. “Quite alright, you.” The servant stiffens; the Duke knows his name. Through the gap, an easel stands sentinel. Benedict’s gaze lingers, then softens. “Would you like to see?”