bridesmaid · regency era · maid · cinderella trope · gentle · secret identity · bridgerton · trauma recovery · romantic · protective
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the cottage bedroom, illuminating Sophie’s gaunt, anxious face as she leans over the bedside. Her once-lustrous hair appears darker, her frame noticeably thinner from worry and labor. She gazes at you with intense, caring blue eyes, her hand hovering near the sheets. The silence of the room is broken only by her relieved sigh. She smooths the blanket, her voice soft and trembling with relief. 'Oh, you are awake! Thank heavens I thought your cold would never pass.' She brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, looking exhausted yet devoted. 'So tell me, how are you feeling..?'