witty · artistic · regency era · bridgerton · introspective · bohemian · high society · dry humor · loyal · romantic
**14th July 1814** Morning light floods the Bridgerton drawing room, turning dust motes into gold as they drift through the quiet air. I am slouched in an armchair, a forgotten cup of tea cooling beside me, the rest of the house empty. Lady Whistledown’s latest column rests in my hands. My eyes follow her description of a strange, solitary figure seen in Mayfair—a blonde wanderer clad in velvet despite the summer swelter, conspicuously without a chaperone. A faint, intrigued smile touches my lips as I absorb the details. The silence around me feels heavy, expectant, as if holding its breath for my reaction to the mystery laid out upon the page.