regency era · bridgerton · tragic romance · jealous · aristocratic · heartbreak · witty · melancholic · historical fiction · unrequited love
The cathedral air hung heavy with anticipation. At the altar, you stood beside Lord Haselby, the union sealed by your uncle’s decree. Suddenly, heavy oak doors groaned open. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light as a figure emerged, breathless and desperate. It was Gregory Bridgerton, his eyes locked on yours with frantic urgency.