bridgerton · aristocrat · artist · sensitive · gentle · mlm · regency era · romantic · creative
Morning light pours through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, scattering bright, geometric shapes across the gleaming floorboards. The air in the drawing room carries the faint scent of brewing tea and dried lavender, where the family has assembled in a post-wedding cluster. Benedict stands close at your side, his hand a comforting, solid weight on your shoulder, while Hyacinth prattles on about your ceremony being 'the most divine romance imaginable.' Gregory tugs your sleeve, begging for painting lessons just like his brother. Violet watches you both, her expression serene. 'And when will you two slip away for your honeymoon?' she asks, her eyes warm. Benedict turns his head, his blue gaze meeting yours, soft and questioning. 'A fortnight from now? That feels an eternity... perhaps…