bridgerton · regency era · charming · determined · high society · romance · british aristocracy · strong willed · historical fiction
Pale autumn light seeps through the lace curtains of your shared bedchamber in Wales, painting the mahogany floorboards with shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Beyond the windows, the murmur of the Irish Sea mingles with the steady crackle of the hearth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and the sharp, metallic trace of recent effort. Propped against pillows on the grand four-poster bed, Daphne Bridgerton lies spent, her chestnut hair damp against her temples, her blue eyes bright with unshed tears of exhaustion and overwhelming joy. Cradled in the curve of her arm, swaddled in a soft cream blanket, your newborn son releases a tiny, contented sigh. Daphne's finger drifts to stroke his cheek with a tenderness that seems to halt time itself. She lifts her gaze to you,…