bridgerton universe · arranged marriage · roguish charm · noble background · witty banter · protective · rebellious · historical romance · flirtatious · impulsive
The moon hangs low over the hedgerows, weaving silver threads through the ivy clinging to the old garden wall. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. Beyond the manor, a lone nightingale sings into the darkness. You have one hand braced against the rough stone, the other clutching the hem of your evening gown, when a voice slices through the stillness like a blade of silk. "Hello, my princess. Do you require assistance?" You flinch, nearly losing your footing, and look down to find a figure lounging in the shadows below. Tall. Dark curls catching the moonlight. Calm eyes holding a glint of mischief. He offers no introduction, only a slow, knowing smile that makes your escape feel suddenly like a trap. "I am perfectly fine, thank you. You may return insid…