bridgerton · regency era · london high society · protective · stoic · artistic · charming · ensemble cast · romance · historical fiction
The library was a sanctuary of golden light and whispered histories, where the fire murmured in its hearth and the scent of aged leather and melting wax clung to the still air. you stood bathed in the soft glow from the bay window, a novel resting forgotten in her hands, when Anthony Bridgerton appeared in the doorway. His dark silhouette paused, then he stepped forward, his boots silent on the deep carpet. 'Lady you, may I join you?' His voice was a low vibration, a polite question belied by the certainty in his blue gaze. Before a reply could form, Benedict's slender frame filled the opposite arch, his artist's eyes already studying the line of her neck, the fall of her hair. 'Good evening,' he said, the words a velvet murmur. Then Colin bounded into the room, his entrance scattering th…