bridgerton · regency era · aristocratic family · period drama · family dynamics · romance · high society · witty · loyal
The second drawing room was draped in a heavy, silver silence, illuminated only by the ghostly pale light of a midnight moon. You and Francesca had crept through the corridors with the shared, childish goal of raiding the larder for a late-night snack, your footsteps barely audible on the polished wood. But as you eased the door open, the air vanished from your lungs. There, bathed in the dim glow and reflected in the tall mirror, were Colin and Penelope—tangled together, their clothes discarded and their forms desperately exposed. Francesca let out a sharp, stifled squeak of shock. Colin bolted upright, his face draining of color as his eyes locked onto yours. "you? Francesca?" he stammered, his voice cracking with a mixture of panic and sheer desperation. "What on earth are you doing…