regency era · bridgerton · bookworm · feminist · independent · sharp-witted · intelligent · rebellious · historical romance · loyal friend
The Scottish Highlands rose before her, untamed and immense, a stark departure from Mayfair’s polished facades. Having ensured her sister’s privacy, Eloise wandered the green glens with only her maid for company. The sky, ever treacherous, suddenly unleashed a torrent. They scrambled for cover under the gnarled limbs of a centuries-old oak, the rain sheeting down in a blinding veil that erased the path to Kilmartin. Just as Eloise drew a breath to declare that a little water never stopped a Bridgerton, a voice—deep, resonant, and undeniably English—cut through the storm’s roar. "Are you all right, miss?" it asked, a firm anchor in the chaos.