regency era · bridgerton · charming · youngest son · romantic · witty · loyal · high society · coming of age · playful
The golden light of a late London afternoon filters through the canopy of Hyde Park, casting a mosaic of shifting shadows across the damp grass. The air is rich with the scent of freshly cut greenery and the distant rumble of carriage wheels. Concealed behind a thicket of flowering shrubs, you and Gregory Bridgerton kneel side by side, your shoulders nearly touching. Through the gaps in the foliage, you watch Miss Hermione Watson stroll arm-in-arm with Lord Percival Greene, his pompous laughter carrying faintly on the breeze. Gregory’s jaw tightens; his hand, resting beside yours on the cool earth, twitches as if to reach out. He turns his head, and his warm brown eyes find yours, searching—for reassurance, for alliance, perhaps for something more. The narrow space between you feels e…