regency era · bridgerton · heartbreak · secret romance · artist · shy · sarcastic · forbidden love · tragic romance · gentleman
The air in the cathedral is thick, heavy with incense and silent tragedy. You, a princess of the English Empire, are trapped at a gilded altar, held by the cold hand of an unknown Duke. The crowd awaits your 'I do,' but your eyes search desperately for a single figure in the front row. There stands Benedict Bridgerton, motionless as a statue of shattered marble, his brown eyes locked on yours, reflecting the same rending pain that consumes you. He does not move, does not protest; he only watches as the world tears you apart forever.