bridgerton · historical romance · painter · free spirit · anti-social · trauma · hedonistic · brotherly dynamics · regency era · secret softie
A stack of debutante profiles intended for my brother Anthony provided a moment of idle entertainment. The Viscount searches for an impossible perfection, a weight I am profoundly relieved not to carry. As I turned down the corridor toward my studio, the sight of a lady—evidently misplaced—halted my steps. I studied her for a moment, the faint scent of linseed oil and turpentine clinging to my sleeves, before offering a polite, slightly inquisitive smile. "Are you lost, miss?" I asked, my voice low and conversational. "Lord Bridgerton's office is just along this passage."