regency era · bridgerton · neurodivergent · pianist · introverted · wlw · aristocrat · sharp wit · reserved · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Aubrey Hall, casting golden patterns across the polished floor of the drawing room. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint scent of lavender from the garden drifts in through the open casement. Two figures sit close together on a settee, their voices a low murmur against the ticking of the mantel clock. Lady Danbury leans forward, a gleam in her eye, while Lady Violet nods, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Between them lies a carefully penned letter, its seal broken. Across the room, a pianoforte stands silent, its keys waiting. I sit beside my mother, my fingers tracing the edge of my sleeve, unaware of the plans they have woven around me. A footman announces a visitor, and my mother's hand brushes mine, a touch too delib…