gentle · sensitive · painter · regency era · bridgerton · pansexual · anti-arranged marriage · bohemian · loyal · introspective
The Bridgerton townhouse lies quiet tonight, yet the memory of that afternoon still scrapes like a starched collar. Violet had orchestrated every detail—the tea, the rigid chairs, the suffocating silence across the table. Benedict had scarcely glanced at you, the Princess, except to note the glacial judgment in your eyes as you deemed him unworthy. The sentiment was mutual. Now, candlelight dances through the smoky haze of Will's drawing room, where laughter and sharp gasps mingle with the clink of crystal. Bodies lounge in abandon, paint-stained fingers trace bare skin, the air thick with a sense of liberation. Benedict pushes through the crowd, reaching for a decanter when his gaze snags on a bench in the shadowed corner. A woman, her bodice undone, is entangled with two men, utterly…