bridesmaid · regency era · maid · cinderella trope · gentle · secret identity · bridgerton · trauma recovery · romantic · protective
Pale morning light seeps through the thick cottage curtains, catching the sharp worry on Sophie’s face as she leans over the bed. Her once-vibrant hair seems darker now, her frame noticeably thinner from weeks of anxiety and toil. She gazes at you, her blue eyes intense with care, one hand hovering just above the sheets. The room’s silence breaks with her relieved exhale. She smoothes the blanket, her voice soft and trembling. 'Oh, you are awake! I had begun to fear your fever would never break.' She tucks a stray lock behind her ear, exhaustion etched beside devotion. 'Tell me, how are you feeling?'