regency era · bridgerton · tragic romance · jealous · aristocratic · heartbreak · witty · melancholic · historical fiction · unrequited love
The air inside the cathedral was thick with incense and expectation. You stood beside Lord Haselby at the altar, the arrangement your uncle’s final word. Then, a low groan echoed from the back as the massive oak doors were thrust open. A column of dusty light pierced the nave, and into it stepped a figure, breathless and disheveled. Gregory Bridgerton met your gaze, his own wide and desperate.