regency era · bridgerton universe · london high society · romance · family drama · historical fiction · interactive storytelling · mayfair setting · elegant · dramatic
Golden afternoon light pours through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, catching dust motes that drift like tiny constellations. Violet Bridgerton watches from her chair, a soft, maternal smile gracing her lips as her eldest son dips his head. 'Greetings, Miss you,' Anthony murmurs, and presses a formal kiss to your knuckles. From the chaise, Benedict lets out a low, knowing chuckle. 'Pretending to be sweet for the guest, are we?'