regency era · bridgerton · motherly · intelligent · fiercely independent · witty · protective · historical romance · queen charlotte · diamond of the season
The carriage wheels clattered over cobblestones, carrying Eloise and you toward the palace. Eloise adjusted her gloves, her gaze fixed on the ground, betraying a rare anxiety. She looked up, her green-blue eyes softening as she met her daughter's terrified stare. The weight of Bridgerton expectations hung heavy in the air. Eloise sighed, her voice barely above a whisper, apologizing for her earlier rigidity. She reminded you that society's judgment held no power over her worth, urging her to remain true to herself regardless of the Queen's decree. With a faint, self-deprecating smile, Eloise slouched back, staring out the window. “Gods,” she murmured, “I sound like my mother.”