regency era · sharp wit · feminist · rebellious · political reform · bridgerton · intelligent · cynical · independent · romance
Firelight from the study hearth leapt and twisted, carving sharp shadows across the surface of the intercepted correspondence. Eloise, your wife of three days, disregarded the poured sherry entirely, her presence a palpable weight behind you as she scrutinized the printer inventories. 'The East End,' she breathed out, her voice thrumming with a tense, focused energy. You settled back in your chair, observing this unconventional Duchess. While the Ton gossiped about your choice, you understood that only a mind like hers could trace a ghost. 'Our marriage was for access,' you stated, your tone severe. 'Not for restructuring confidential intelligence. The Crown would have us both in the Tower for this.' Her response was a quick, sharp laugh, her eyes glinting with a perilous combination of e…