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zorasthoughts · 17 days

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BRIDGERTON SEASON THREE TRAILER!!!!

all my thoughts below :) (also, i haven't read any of the books apart from an offer from a gentleman so i'm going in blind)

"we have been apart for far too long" - yeah we have! didn't realise how much i'd been missing the julie andrews voiceovers

kate and anthony!! - look at them being all happy and in love

eloise and cressida, interesting - i'm pretty sure el is doing this just to spite penelope, but i wonder what we'll see them talk about in these scenes

can we get a "hell yeah!" for pen being done with her family and deciding to actually do something about it? girlie is entering her main character era

colin arriving back and his family being shocked at his rizz and his new look is fun. i feel like compared to daphne, who was the eldest daughter and was the diamond of her season, and anthony who is the head of the family, and was a big catch, colin is just some guy. i like the idea of him also getting into his main character era

also, important psa for anyone who missed it: kate and anthony were holding hands!!! (it's not a massive deal in the grand scheme of things, i just love their casual intimacy and affection during a time when people were more reserved)

lmao, colin getting changed in the carriage on his way to court with the others is so chaotic

and before the scene cuts away, we can see anthony and benedict laughing, so i hope we get more fun teasing among the bridgerton brothers this season. i think compared to last season, which was quite angsty, this season will be lighter in general

a deal to help a girl find a husband because you are friendly/acquinted with her will definitely work. just look at how it went for daphne and simon!!

hehehe, penelope trying to flirt is so funny. nicola coughlan is great at comedy, just look at derry girls. i felt like i could see clare coming out in this scene

"she's not seeking a husband in YOU i hope" and "since when are you worried about penelope?" - yeah, eloise misses her friend. i'd reckon much of el's arc this season is going to be her working through her feelings from that final scene with her and pen in 2x08

penelope debuting her new look is iconic. and so pretty!!! i love that even cressida's jaw was dropping, and the way everyone was turning to look at her. someone in the comments section on youtube said it was similar when daphne shows up at the ball to get the prince's attention, and i love that pen gets to have a moment like that

what makes me sad though is that this is the ball we saw in the clip released last month where everyone was (rightly) losing their minds over kanthony (myself included) while pen was just standing in the corner having no-one pay attention to her

the violins are giving angst

also, it seems interesting that lady danbury seems to be giving pen some advice. i don't think the two have ever interacted in the show, but maybe after lady danbury sees pen's new look and that she is looking to bag a husband, she decides to take pen under her wing?

portia being happy for pen is honestly cute. my guess is in this scene that that guy had asked portia for her blessing to propose to pen and that's why portia is so excited. i'm interested to see what their relationship will be like this season, both are quite complex characters, with a complicated relationship

violet giving colin advice is nice, and i like them discussing friendship as being a key part, and maybe even the most important thing for a romantic relationship. in season one, she did tell daphne to "simply marry the person who feels like your dearest friend" so i think that a similar conversation could be the start of colin realising his feelings for penelope have crossed from the territory of platonic to romantic

the costume design this season is really good, because penelope starts off with the very bright and gaudy featherington shades, then starts dressing in greens that are either a dark emerald shades, or a softer mint colour, but that then shifts to a pale teal, and then pale blues, and lilacs, signalling her journey towards becoming a bridgerton

okay, the overhead shot around 2 minutes 8 seconds in the trailer? that's kate and anthony, right? very curious about this scene

francesca!! not said anything about her yet, but i'm curious about what she'll be getting up to this season

violet having a potential love interest makes me happy, but i hope they would commit to it. i found her storyline in the queen charlotte show to be pretty compelling, and she deserves a chance to find love again

kate and anthony dancing!! obviously we saw some of the dance in the clip that has already been released, but it looks as though we're going to see a full dance scene between them, and it's going to be everything (to me, at least)

that final part of the trailer with colin and penelope? it's so tense and emotional!! i wonder if this could be something to do with whistledown? has colin figured it out?

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #kanthony #polin

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jamilelucato · 2 months

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The Writer and The Illustrator (Part 02)

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Miss [y/n]

Summary: (Part 01 / Part 03) Miss [y/n] finds herself entangled in a clandestine collaboration with Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. As they navigate their partnership, their connection deepens, sparking whispers of courtship among society's elite.

Age rating: although this chapter is pretty chill for younger audiences, the next part will have more explicit scenes, so let’s keep it 18+.

Author’s note: Two chapters in the same day? Am I amazing or what? The third part comes in some hours, though.

To read Anthony’s fic, click here! For other stories, click here.Enjoy!

He was late.

[y/n] glanced at her timeworn pocket watch, a token from her elder sister's husband bestowed upon her during her last birthday. Her patience wore thin as Mr Bridgerton dallied in his arrival.

Hyde Park hummed with activity, yet it held no intimidation for [y/n] and her clandestine pursuit. She was seated on a bench and accompanied by her hired companion, Mrs Pittsburg.

Mrs Pittsburg was a good matron, not as old as Lady Danbury, but still old enough to be someone's grandma. Since [y/n] outgrew the need for a governess, her family enlisted Mrs. Pittsburg's companionship to ensure her company during social engagements and outings.

After all, for Mrs Pittsburg's concern and the now man of the family, [y/n]'s brother, Mr Benedict Bridgerton had asked the young lady for a promenade in the park.

[y/n] hated she had to tell such a misleading lie — Mr Bridgerton was far from courting her — but it was the only thing to explain her need to spend an afternoon with the gentleman.

"He loses my respect by the minute," Mrs. Pittsburg remarked, drawing [y/n]'s attention. "And yours too, I should think."

"Indeed, he may well be," Miss [y/n] concurred, tucking the watch back into its pocket.

[y/n] was rather fond of the dress she had chosen for the occasion. Though practical, with the convenience of a pocket, one might argue it lent her an air of maturity beyond her twenty-five years. Yet, such concerns scarcely crossed her mind.

"Oh," sighed Mrs. Pittsburg, her gaze wandering across the park. "There he is. A lanky lad, I'd say. Much too tall."

[y/n] attempted to follow Mrs. Pittsburg's gaze in vain. She would have to wait and see.

"No need to rise," Mrs. Pittsburg interjected, observing [y/n]'s movement on the bench. "Let him come to you. If he's truly interested, he'll seek you out."

Of course, in this instance, genuine interest was sorely lacking. Nonetheless, [y/n] remained silent and seated, preferring not to ruffle the old lady's feathers.

Fortunately for the ladies, Mr. Bridgerton approached. He sported a hat in a rich shade of blue, complementing his attire impeccably. Benedict cut a dashing figure, [y/n] noted, regret momentarily tugging at her for choosing practicality over a gown befitting a courtship.

"Good afternoon, ladies," Mr. Bridgerton greeted with a deferential nod. Mrs. Pittsburg rested a hand on [y/n]'s shoulder, compelling her to remain seated. "I beg your pardon for my tardiness. My mother detained me longer than anticipated."

Before Mrs. Pittsburg could voice her disdain for his flimsy excuse, [y/n] intervened. "No trouble at all, Mr. Bridgerton. Let me introduce you to Mrs. Pittsburg, my esteemed companion and friend."

Mrs. Pittsburg maintained her grip on [y/n]'s shoulder as she exchanged pleasantries with the gentleman.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Pittsburg. Your husband's tailoring skills are unparalleled."

Unprepared for the compliment, [y/n] watched with interest as Mrs Pittsburg's demeanour softened, pleased by the acknowledgement of her husband's talents. In that brief exchange, Benedict managed to dispel some of the lady's reservations, though [y/n] suspected a crucial factor still hindered their meeting.

Mrs Pittsburg likely perceived Miss [y/n] as beneath the status of a late Viscount's second son. Admittedly, the earnings from [y/n]'s literary endeavours significantly contributed to her family's welfare. Despite her brother accepting the payments under the guise of a generous aunt, [y/n] surmised he would have done so regardless of their origin.

In fairness, Mrs. Pittsburg's apprehensions were not entirely unfounded.

"Mr Bridgerton, Miss [y/l/n], I shall take my leave now as I wish to stretch my legs a bit. I trust you won't mind, my dear?" the elderly lady inquired, her tone charming as ever. It was a stark contrast to her earlier grumblings.

"Not in the least, Mrs Pittsburg," [y/n] affirmed, offering a polite smile.

"I'll be nearby, fear not," the companion assured, releasing her hold on [y/n]'s shoulder.

[y/n] nodded once more, too embarrassed to meet Bridgerton's gaze. Undoubtedly, he would be curious about the old lady's insinuations regarding their supposed courtship.

As soon as Mrs. Pittsburg departed, Benedict extended his hand to [y/n].

"Shall we promenade around?"

The irony of his choice of words, mirroring her own to her brother, was not lost on her as she accepted his gloved hand with a smile.

They had scarcely walked a few paces when Benedict broached the subject. "Shall we ask with pretence, or shall I address it as it is?"

"You'll work for W. Jabber as his illustrator. Secrecy is unnecessary," Miss [y/n] replied, her grip on his arm a touch firmer than intended. Using her pseudonym rather than her given name was always a challenge.

Benedict caught on swiftly.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Jabber. A fine man, I must say," he quipped, stealing a glance in her direction, captivated by her presence.

He had retired late the previous evening. [y/n] had been his childhood companion, always charming, and that was the extent of his assessment. He could append a few less flattering adjectives if pressed: too reserved, too reticent, lacking in confidence. Yet, in a single encounter, all his preconceptions had been upended. He struggled to reconcile those descriptors with the woman before him.

Benedict had perused works by W. Jabber before. Four out of nine, to be precise, and each had been a resounding success, according to his seller. He found them profound, each word imbued with layers of meaning that demanded careful consideration. Although not an avid reader, W. Jabber held a place of honour on his bookshelf. That meant something.

To discover that W. Jabber, a master of language and intrigue, was the demure Miss [y/n] felt akin to being informed that the sky was, in fact, naturally green.

Benedict realised he had been lingering on her form, his gaze drawn to her ample bosom owing to his height advantage. Hastily averting his eyes, he was relieved to find [y/n] looking straight ahead.

A fine man! W. Jabber had nothing of a fine man.

W. Jabber was a stunningly beautiful woman with features that defied conventional standards of beauty, but that arresting, unconventional beauty was certainly what drew Benedict closer and called his attention the most. She commanded attention effortlessly with an ample bosom and hair of a mesmerising hue. The bodice of her unusual gown hugged her waist before cascading over generous curves, creating gentle swells and dips that seemed to dance in harmony with her every step.

Why had she selected such a gown for a simple afternoon stroll? Could she not have opted for a style more befitting of a young, single, innocent lady? These questions plagued Mr. Bridgerton so thoroughly that he found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

"Does Mrs Pittsburg know?" he inquired, attempting to conjure the image of the rather plain matron, especially compared to the woman who graced his arm as they meandered through Hyde Park.

"No, she remains entirely unaware," [y/n] responded, her tone tinged with amusement at the thought. "No soul knows, save for the publisher. And if you've come here to deliver a favourable response to the proposition, you shall meet him."

Benedict couldn't help but halt their progress mid-stride. [y/n] realised this a tad too late, having taken a step ahead in their stroll. Releasing his arm, she turned to face him without shifting her stance.

"You haven't come to deliver a favourable answer," she deduced from his sudden cessation.

"No, I..."

"It's of no consequence," she interjected, securing her hat against a sudden gust of wind. Resuming her walk, she anticipated his proximity behind her. "I had always considered 'no' a plausible outcome. It's a risk too great for one's reputation, after all."

"What's a risky move? To work with the best-selling author W. Jabber?" Benedict asked, hastening to catch up with her. With his own hat in hand, he remained unaffected by the breeze, noting [y/n]'s struggle with it.

Shaking her head, still avoiding direct eye contact, she replied, "Do not jest with me. You are aware of his true identity."

"I am now. I was not previously. To be candid with you, and I trust you shall take it in the good spirit intended, it never occurred to me to ponder the person behind W. Jabber," he confessed. With sudden courage, Benedict gently grasped the young woman's elbow, coaxing her to meet his gaze again. "W. Jabber is an exceptional writer. When tales told are of such brilliance, readers seldom feel compelled to delve into the lives of their creators."

Captivated by the unexpected touch, [y/n] slowly lifted her gaze from where her elbow met Benedict's hand and turned her attention to him. His words were eloquent, yet her insecurities only seemed to strengthen with each passing year. Few could harbour such a secret for as long as she had; she had already invested a decade in this charade.

"So, your reluctance isn't rooted in shame for the author," [y/n] pressed on, eager to steer the conversation away from her lingering dread of exposure. She remained curious as to why Benedict was declining the proposal. "Then why refuse?"

A mischievous grin played upon Benedict's lips. "I am not saying no."

"But you..." Miss [y/n] began, her protest halted by his interruption.

"You scarcely afforded me a moment to speak," he reminded her gently, and she flushed with embarrassment, realising the truth in his words. Mr Bridgerton couldn't help but smile at her reaction, thoroughly delighted to witness her blush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck, and even, with a quick check, he noticed a rosy hue creeping onto the décolletage of her gown.

"If you're not saying no," she declared, seizing Benedict's arm abruptly. While the gesture was appropriate for a stroll in the park, her movement exhibited a swiftness more characteristic of informality than propriety. "Then you're saying yes."

He smiled again, feeling her happiness piercing his veins where their arms touched.

"When may I expect the manuscript?" he inquired, his tone merry and playful.

But the question swiftly extinguished the light in the lady's eyes.

"Oh, no," she protested, shaking her head. "I'm still undergoing the second rewrite; I couldn't possibly furnish you with the entire book at this juncture."

"And how do you propose I illustrate it?"

Benedict Bridgerton had never illustrated a children's book, nor any book, for that matter. Yet, the gentleman was convinced that understanding the narrative was essential to crafting suitable illustrations.

"Of course, you'll read it," [y/n] insisted, referring to her manuscript. "However, I shall provide it to you in chapters. Time is of the essence; regrettably, I procrastinated on completing the initial draft, much to my publisher's chagrin. He wants this book in the hands of children's parents as quickly as possible."

"If it's intended for children, why the urgency to place it in the hands of parents?" Benedict inquired, tilting his head towards the lady.

"Ah, well, that's precisely why its composition proved so protracted," she explained, visibly pleased to expound upon the matter, "and precisely why I shall need to vet all your illustrations before approving."

Benedict waited for her to continue, sensing her fervour in her discourse. He felt a kinship with her passion, reminiscent of his discussions about his paintings with Eloise, his sister.

"The book has a childish facade, yet it is anything but. It operates on multiple levels, you see? There's a surface narrative for children; they'll engage with it and think, 'What a thrilling tale about bees!' However, when parents peruse its pages, they'll discern that the bee society depicted therein resembles British society and our interactions with governmental entities." She seemed oblivious to her surroundings, wholly engrossed in her narrative, envisioning the pages before her despite their absence. Even the wind ceased to perturb her, and she relinquished her struggle to keep her hat anchored, cradling it in her hands instead.

Benedict was entranced.

"The beehive serves as a microcosm of our society and our exploitation of other communities for our gain, often neglecting their well-being in the process, much like bees may pilfer from flowers without reciprocation," she continued, her emotion palpable. "I realise it sounds peculiar to speak of 'bees,' but with the aid of your illustrations, we could create something imbued with darker hues yet still convey beauty."

As Miss [y/l/n] concluded her explanation, she realised she had left the gentleman in a prolonged silence, prompting a wave of embarrassment to wash over her. She turned her head to regard him, silently urging him to offer any commentary.

"So, the bees serve as the story's antagonists?" he inquired, his lips on the verge of a smile.

She almost made it evident that Benedict's question was not what she expected. After such an elaborate discourse, she hadn't anticipated such a simplistic inquiry.

"Some, indeed. Particularly the queen bee," she responded in a measured tone.

Benedict's grin widened, revealing impeccable teeth before he chuckled silently. Though offended by the notion of him laughing at her creation, [y/n] found herself oddly drawn to his mirth.

"What?" she demanded, a hint of irritation seeping into her tone, though her expression betrayed her genuine desire—to share in Benedict's joy.

"I doubt you'll believe it, but," he paused, the laughter subsiding but the happiness lingering in his expression, "my family has long been aware of the villainy of bees. It's heartening to know that the entirety of Britain will soon share our insight."

Benedict couldn't quite decipher the look [y/n] bestowed upon him, but he couldn't deny the grace with which she wore her perplexity. On any other occasion, he mused, he might have kissed her then.

Good Lord, kiss her? What on earth was he thinking? He needed to compose himself, and swiftly, it seemed.

"It would be my pleasure to illustrate your book," he concluded, his words a whisper directed to her, and then, promptly adjusting his posture. There was no room for error with his newly appointed collaborator.

Miss [y/n] [y/l/n] couldn't determine whether to believe the tale of bees and the Bridgertons. However, if that connection was all it took to elicit Benedict Bridgerton's affirmative response, then the story's veracity mattered little to her.

On their inaugural day of collaboration, Miss [y/n] arrived at the Bridgerton House with her initial pages in hand, intending to deliver them to Mr Bridgerton for his perusal.

However, her plan of swift departure was thwarted when she was intercepted by none other than Violet Bridgerton herself, who insisted she stay for tea, citing their familial connection as a reason.

Taking the chance, Benedict withdrew his implements and positioned himself in a discreet corner, remaining silent as the women engaged in conversation.

Following a thorough review of the pages, Benedict retrieved his tools and commenced a rough sketch, his focus unwavering as he captured the essence of [y/n]'s opening chapter.

As Miss [y/l/n], Lady Bridgerton, Miss Eloise, and Miss Hyacinth exchanged gossip and pleasantries, Benedict toiled away at his easel, charcoal in hand, diligently bringing [y/n]'s words to visual life. Meanwhile, [y/n] watched quietly from a distance, her gaze a blend of admiration and critique as she observed his every stroke.

Upon concluding tea and pleasantries, Lady Bridgerton gracefully requested her son, Benedict, to escort Miss [y/n] out. Though her carriage awaited her outside, etiquette dictated that he see her to the door.

Seizing the opportunity, Benedict shared his preliminary sketch with [y/n], though he downplayed its significance, insisting it was but a preliminary effort.

"You've captured the essence of the forest! It's truly enchanting," [y/n] exclaimed, breaking the silence that had pervaded their exchange. "It aligns perfectly with my vision."

Benedict met her praise with a shy smile; his cheeks tinged with a youthful blush that only enhanced his appeal. [y/n] was drawn to his earnestness, a sentiment she couldn't entirely suppress.

"Thank you, Miss [y/n]. Your descriptions made it easy to visualise."

Their collaboration had found a comfortable stride, yet an undercurrent of tension persisted between them, perceptible to those attuned to the nuances of their interactions. While society whispered speculations of courtship, oblivious to the truth of their professional alliance, Benedict diligently sketched while [y/n] meticulously reviewed her manuscript, exchanging feedback and suggestions.

Fortune smiled upon them as they were both invited to the same ball, offering [y/n] the perfect opportunity to inquire about Benedict's thoughts on the latest chapter she had dispatched through a delivery boy just the day prior.

"You've captured the emotion in this scene impeccably," Benedict remarked, his eyes lingering on her as they swept across the dance floor in the graceful movements of the waltz. "Your writing possesses a captivating quality."

[y/n]'s cheeks flushed at his praise, a warmth blossoming in her chest at his words. "Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton," she responded, but the formality of addressing him by his last name felt increasingly awkward. She had grown accustomed to referring to him as Benedict Bridgerton in the letters accompanying her chapters. While it maintained a level of professional distance, it now seemed ill-suited to the intimacy of their current setting.

As Benedict guided her gracefully around the ballroom, [y/n] couldn't shake the feeling of eyes upon them. Indeed, it was rare to behold her engaged in a dance, for no gentleman ever asked. But amidst the curious glances, she couldn't help but wonder—were they actually seeing something there?

In the serene sanctuary of his studio within the Bridgerton House, Benedict devoted himself to a particularly intricate illustration, his attention steadfast and unwavering. Across the expanse of the room, [y/n] perched at his family's desk, her mind consumed with thoughts as she diligently penned notes for the forthcoming chapter of her book. Glancing up, Benedict found himself captivated by the sight of her; her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she crafted her prose.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Benedict drank in the image before him, the soft glow of the lamplight casting a halo around [y/n]'s form. He felt a surge of admiration for her dedication and talent, a longing stirring within him that he couldn't quite articulate.

Though tempted to speak, Benedict opted to return to his drawing. The prior evening, [y/n] had led him on a midnight escapade—not the romantic interlude he had secretly hoped for, but an important visit to the publisher she had spoken so highly of. Twelve days into their collaboration, Benedict had yet to formalise the book contract.

Meeting Mr. Brendy, Benedict found a man of integrity who regarded [y/n] with paternal affection. Their private conversation confirmed Mr. Brendy's protective stance, a sentiment Benedict respected deeply.

"She's a remarkable woman. Sometimes I wish she had been born mine," the man told Benedict. "Nonetheless, I'll not hesitate to take action if you endanger her or her career. Do I make myself clear?"

Benedict assured Mr Brendy of his intentions, though the man's knowing smile left him uneasy.

But those concerns were now settled; the contract was signed and sealed. Benedict wouldn't profit much from the whole thing — he wasn't such a famous painter to ask more than the minimum offered. Besides, he felt like [y/n] should be the one profiting more, for if it were not for her descriptions, he wouldn't have been able to draw a thing.

As Benedict meticulously shaded the delicate petals of a flower, his focus consumed by the task at hand, he failed to notice the quiet entrance of his mother, Lady Violet Bridgerton. Across the room, [y/n] had her pen gliding across the paper and had not seen the matron either. Lady Bridgerton observed them both for a moment, noting the intensity of their concentration, before deciding to remain silent and unobtrusive.

Content to let her son and the Miss continue their work undisturbed; Lady Bridgerton turned to leave the room, her footsteps barely audible against the plush carpeting. As she reached the door, however, she noticed a figure waiting by the wall: her youngest daughter, Hyacinth, with an inquisitive gaze fixed upon her mother.

"They've been in the same position for hours. Shouldn't we be worried?" Hyacinth whispered, her brow furrowed in concern.

Lady Bridgerton paused, considering her daughter's words. She glanced back into the room, where Benedict and [y/n] remained engrossed in their tasks, seemingly unaware of their surroundings.

Lady Bridgerton gently smiled toward her daughter, her hesitation brief yet palpable. "Let them be," she murmured softly before gliding down the hallway, leaving the two young creatives to their endeavours, shielded from the outside world.

Hyacinth couldn't shake the sense that there was more to the situation than met the eye, a whisper of secrecy lingering in the air beyond the purview of the adults.

A sense of triumph permeated the room as their gazes lingered upon the final illustration for the book.

Miss [y/n] had meticulously revised her narrative, leaving only Mr. Bridgerton's finishing touches to complete their project.

Stepping back to afford her a closer inspection of his art, Benedict couldn't help but swell with pride at the culmination of their collaboration. [y/n]'s eyes sparkled with excitement as she absorbed the drawing before her.

"It's perfect," she breathed, her voice filled with awe. "You've truly outdone yourself, Ben."

He met her gaze, a warmth spreading through him at the use of a nickname. For the last three days, he noticed [y/n] had started calling him by his given name, too, and he replied by doing the same to her. Yet, to hear her shorten it to "Ben" stirred something deeper within him. He found himself savouring the sound of her voice.

"It wouldn't have been possible without your imagination."

In that fleeting moment, amidst their shared creation, the boundaries of their partnership blurred, leaving behind an unspoken connection that had blossomed over the weeks.

Yet, Miss [y/n] couldn't help but remind herself of their surroundings — her family lingered just steps away from the library door. While her brother had granted Mr Bridgerton a private moment with her, she knew it couldn't last. Any inklings of confusion she harboured were futile — for both the present moment and the gentleman. What right did she have to entertain thoughts beyond their professional collaboration with the second son of a Viscount?

"Well, then it's settled. The work, I mean," Miss [y/n] remarked, stepping away from Benedict to steady her racing heart. "I can deliver the drawings to Mr Brendy this evening."

"You're not considering going alone, are you?" Benedict interjected, his concern evident as he recalled the less savoury district where Mr Brendy's office was situated.

"Don't be ridiculous; I've managed perfectly well on my own for the past ten years," she dismissed, brushing off Benedict's worries with a wave of her hand.

The room fell into silence briefly — the space between them filled with unspoken tension.

"You were going there alone as a young girl?" Benedict exclaimed, scandalised, though he didn't wait for her confirmation; he knew it to be true. "You were barely sixteen; you hadn't even made your debut yet."

"I truly hadn't," [y/n] affirmed, the edge in his tone stinging her. She had expected a glimmer of pride when she turned to face him, but instead, she found only frustration. "But don't fret; I've never attracted much notice. You said as much the day we discussed our collaboration, remember?"

"I never said you would go unnoticed," he retorted sharply. "I merely suggested that your alias would likely escape detection, given the assumption that he was a man."

Crossing her arms defensively, [y/n] avoided meeting his gaze.

"And what a fine man I am," she sighed, recalling his earlier words.

Benedict fought the urge to curse and vent his frustration; he was a guest in this house, and [y/n] deserved his respect.

How often, before, had he teetered on the edge of propriety since they embarked on this clandestine venture? How often had he seen her frown, longed to soothe her with a kiss to her forehead, or caught her smiling at his drawings and yearned to have her? Yet, he had restrained himself, for she was a lady — unfortunate in her circumstances, perhaps, but her last name was still of great esteem.

However fortunate or unfortunate the timing, before Benedict could utter any truths and [y/n] could voice any lamentations, they were interrupted by the abrupt entrance of [y/n]'s brother, Mr. [y/l/n], poised to catch them in a compromising situation.

Mr. [y/l/n] found himself perplexed by the scene that greeted him: his sister's furrowed brow and the gentleman's evident frustration. But he did not need to comprehend; he simply interjected. A man deeply fond of his sister, likely due to the considerable time they spent in each other's company, Mr [y/l/n] couldn't help but dote on [y/n]. While their elder sister had already embarked on married life and motherhood, [y/n] remained steadfast in the [y/l/n] household, deemed a spinster by society's standards.

"My apologies for the interruption," he offered, though he harboured no remorse. "What's the discussion?"

Spotting [y/n]'s discomfort in her brother's presence, Benedict seized the opportunity to assert himself. "I've just invited your sister to accompany me to Lady Danbury's ball this evening."

The lady's brother was confused. "Will she have a second dance in the same season?"

"Lady Danbury has her own set of rules, dear brother," [y/n] retorted, finally speaking up to defend the unconventional elderly lady.

"Ah, indeed," her brother chuckled, recalling how Lady Danbury's unconventional ways had led him to his current wife. "But, little sister, did you accept?"

Benedict turned to [y/n], a defiant gleam in his eye, silently daring her to refute his claim, to hide behind the facade he presumed she wore.

"I accepted, naturally," [y/n] replied with a mischievous smile, her gaze fixed squarely on Benedict as she addressed her brother. "I'm honored by the invitation."

"Ah, splendid," Mr. [y/l/n] nodded approvingly. Rarely had his sister been extended such an offer. And here was Benedict Bridgerton, his old friend from Eton, one of London's most sought-after bachelors, extending it. The irony was not lost on him. "Bridgerton, my apologies, but I must ask you to take your leave. Family matters require my sister's attention."

"Of course, [y/l/n]. Please, proceed," Benedict acquiesced with a gesture, turning to bid [y/n] a polite farewell. "I'll call for you at seven, Miss."

"I eagerly await it," she responded sharply, immediately regretting her tone. As Benedict exited the room, leaving her alone with her brother, [y/n] braced herself for any further inquiries. "Don't ask," she preempted Mr. [y/l/n].

"I wasn't planning to," he reassured her, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. "But how did you do it?"

"Oh, shut up," she cursed and left the room.

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aylasrants · 17 days

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it is decided bridgerton season 3 will heal my depression

can we talk about the trailer for one second, like yes it took forever to be out but it’s here finally and gosh am i hooked

first of all the trailer opening with colin in carriage??? like netflix and shonda rhimes know their shit, they know damn well what they are doing

and then penelope OMGGG IS SHE GORGEOUS, the ton is so blind to not have acknowledged her beauty before cause my girl have been sparkling since the day she was born

then kanthony being happily married 🥹 i feel like i’ve watched my children growing up and starting their own family

eloise and cressida???? why??? don’t get me wrong i love eloise but she’s acting so petty and i hate it

and then polin saying they are friends bahaha like we believe it, they don’t even believe it themselves

the candle scene where colin seems to be deep in thoughts (of penelope i am sure) and the candle slowly lighting brighter 🫠

lord debling seems so sweet too, he gives me mr darcy vibes and i truly hope he’ll find the one for him

the scene with colin and his mother talking about friendship being the foundation for love and then it cutting straight to colin and penelope being their adorable self and laughing, i’m gonna die of excitement!!!

i also cannot wait to see the relationship between lady danbury and penelope cause i love them both so much

colin waking up from what seems to be a steamy dream (the mirror scene perhaps 🫣)

francesca looks so sad all the time i just wanna hug her :(

and violet finding love again?? hook me up

anyways all that to say that i cannot wait, i am literally counting the days (1 months and 5 days hehe), but i have my finals first so i have to study and then i’ll have the greatest reward of all

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myficprompts · 14 days

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maybe there’s already fics for this but the sheffield dinner is a gold mine for potential. like the fallout of anthony calling out the sheffields…

what if after the sheffields left, before the kate & anthony scene, there’s actual discussion in the dining room and anthony calls out that no one else was standing up for kate and i can imagine lady danbury as a subtle reminder being like “remember this was a dinner to meet your fiancée’s grandparents” and then edwina is catching on then and she’s like “you called them out because you love kate” or something like that and things fall apart there

imagine kate trying to tell edwina that she’s leaving for india so none of this matters and whatever passion the viscount may feel for her will fade and is just residual of the passion he feels for edwina and their marriage will be fine and he won’t be confused once she leaves for india and anthony cuts in, in front of everyone the whole “it will not be far enough!” line and the speech too, ending with the bane of his existence and object of all his desires ahhhhh

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quotergirl19 · 1 year

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Am I the only one going through the whole Queen Charlotte show wondering what things are going to be parallels/similar within Colin & Penelope’s love story?

Is Colin going to give Penelope a “gesture” gift like a dog or will it be a necklace?

Is he going to catch Penelope dancing alone and join her in a scene like Brimsley and Reynolds?

Will we see Polin snuggle up in bed with wine and snacks like Breynolds?

Will Penelope assume that Colin has something going on with another woman after they’ve kissed and Colin will deny it because he isn’t thinking of anything but Penelope but she won’t be sure she believes him? Like when Brimsley asked Reynolds if he had another, “rider,”

Will it be during an argument that Penelope or Colin confesses their love, the way George admits he loves Charlotte after she yells at him?

Will Colin get angry with Penelope and start mouthing off until Penelope asks him if she should just leave and he tells her yes, leave now, but stops her when she turns to walk away… will that be our, “stay,” moment?

Will they sleep together before Penelope has admitted she’s Whistledown resulting in her getting pregnant, but she finds out while Colin is being distant because he’s discovered she’s Whistledown and he’s angry with her… will that lead to her ask him if wants nothing to do with her so she knows if she’s alone in the world and going to have to raise their child without him?

Will Polin use Eloise’s telescope and admire Venus together?

Will Penelope pick up Colin’s journals and sexy drawings, like regency era porn in Colin’s journal fall out, leading him to explain sex to Penelope the way Lady Danbury explained it to QC?

Will Violet acknowledge that she has a soft spot for Penelope because she relates to her and is sympathetic to her because her own mother, Lady Ledger was so much like Portia?

Will Colin be bad with buttons or particularly good with them as a callback to KG’s first time with QC? Maybe Colin will rip her bodice because he hates buttons and it was Polin go time on the floor of the carriage.

Will Penelope have a birthday during season 3 and Violet calls on her with a birthday hat she made and notices a gift Colin said he bought for his friend while traveling?

Will Pen find out that Portia secretly told Colin that if he cares so much about the Featherington name because of his friendship with Penelope, he should marry Prudence since he scared off her fiancé/their head of house and the scandal is effecting Penelope’s chances of finding a husband. But Colin knows what he’d said is hurting Penelope’s chances too. So Portia barely has to convince Colin because he’s ready to do be a hero for his Pen, but before he can offer for her, Portia tries to entice him by mentioning her first grandson will inherit the Featherington title. Colin agrees but instead wants to marry Penelope on the condition that Portia never tell Penelope about their conversation. He wants to marry Pen but he doesn’t want her to think he did it for the title. So Polin get married and it’s clear they’re genuinely happy together and in love but then Penelope overhears gossip about how her mother offered Colin the title for his firstborn son if he married Penelope. Penelope is deeply hurt thinking Colin pretended to want to marry her and they have a fight and just to be spiteful he demands that they still have sex because he wants his heir and they start doing it on even or odd days?

Will Penelope have a difficult delivery leaving Colin terrified of losing his wife and child the way he nearly lost his mother and sister Hyacinth, and QC lost her granddaughter and great-granddaughter in childbirth?

Will Penelope visit Colin or Colin visit Penelope when they shouldn’t be alone and we get another “you can’t come in (oh he’s coming in alright)” moments like with Lord Ledger & lady Danbury?

So many questions!!!!

#quotergirl random thoughts #penelope featherington #polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #queen charlotte #polin forever #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #violet bridgerton #lady danbury #king george #netflix bridgerton #shondaland #brimsley #Reynolds #brimsley x reynolds #breynolds

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I love talk about any couples' love languages. It reveals so much to a character's core, provides background, and tells us about who they are!

We all know Colin's love language is physical touch; I suspect he will greatly receive love by way of words of affirmation (we've already seen "you merely believed yourself in love; one should never apologize" exhibit A and 'purpose' scene exhibit B). Imo, Penelope shows her love with words of affirmation/she will receive love through physical touch and acts of service; I feel Penelope would be the type to take into account actions shown to her over what is said, and of what seems too good to be true.

There's just such a long list of what we could see-

Physical Touch: 1001 ways Polin shows their affection inc Carriage scene ✔️confirmed, Mirror scene ✔️confirmed, also the unholy trilogy.. (parts 1, 2, & 3+) of Every Couples' Journey to Acceptance of their Feelings for One Another: The Unplanned Moment that Catches You Off Guard, The "I need this to happen again to confirm what I think is right" Initiation by 1 Participant Re-moment, & The Establishing "this is where we're at--'so in love, but we haven't said it yet'," Mutual Affair that makes a couple look completely at ease and settled even though they've only been together for like 3 weeks atp, (often times shown in a montage).

Also) the most casual touches/shows of affection-Penelope sitting on Colin's lap, hand-holding, hair brushing or brushing hair behind ear, etc. etc.

Words of Affirmation: Colin telling Penelope he loves her and all the things he loves about her in a big speech; Penelope telling Colin she loves him and going into depth of her long-term affection for him; Penelope complimenting Colin's writing, and encouraging him about his writing; Colin complimenting something of Penelope in their lessons; admiration and affection for one another's snark; Colin complimenting Penelope's makeover dress; Colin complimenting Penelope's writing 😯; Penelope accidentally letting it slip something she likes about him while she's trying to remain mad and it being the cutest thing that can't help but make even the antis go "aww"

Acts of Service: cooking for the other; Colin trying to 'protect' Pen with his heroicism x 20; Penelope making a dessert for Colin

Quality Time: Lessons aka Colin finding excuses to stay near her; reading together; writing together; long walk together; calling upon one another at their houses; standing together x50 at balls; dinner?; Lady Danbury-Polin interractions plzzzz; if Colin somehow takes Penelope on a date; drawing room, if Penelope and Colin spend time with Eloise as the third wheel- time with other siblings where we see how they are a third wheel...

Gifts: Necklace?; Colin brought back something else from his trip for Pen (bonus if he gives it to her once they're engaged due to the circumstances); Penelope's potential letters she never sent (is this a gift? I'm counting it.); flowers

#do i think colin gives the necklace to pen? No. -will I accept if he does? No doubt!#polin ramblings #polin #married polin #bridgerton #penelope x colin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #wants

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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I personally would love to see the wedding scene. What they say to each other but if you skip it I totally would understand!

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 21

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff and some✨suggestive✨implications

Author’s Note: We’re in the final moments! There will be one more chapter and an epilogue 👀 gif from @catalinabaylors

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Dearest readers,

While you may not be terribly interested in the Bridgerton family any longer —or maybe you are, who am I to assume? —but with the wedding of Miss Everly and Benedict Bridgerton today…well, this author would be amiss if she did not report on it. After all, it was this author who suggested they were the real match of the season. So it seems I was correct too.

Even with the downfall of the Bridgerton name, it is only poetic that the Everly’s find themselves a bright spot in the Bridgerton dark night. Even after the completely failed attempt at a ball, the families seem to be happier than ever. Perhaps we could all use a lesson from them. Who needs society’s approval when we have the love of each other?

With the wedding a mere few hours away, this author is incredibly interested if Miss Everly will follow through. However, with how blindly Mr. Bridgerton seems to follow her around…well, it would surely be a surprise if the wedding had any issues —outside of having no guests of course.

We shall see,

Lady Whistledown

Tradition stated that the groom may not see the bride before the wedding day. However, tradition seemed to be a bit skewed at the moment, and Benedict desperately needed to check on his future wife. Edwina and Eloise, however, were having none of it.

“You cannot come in!” Eloise yelled at him, hitting him with her fan.

“It is bad luck, Mr. Bridgerton,” Edwina insisted, blocking his view.

“Ladies, truly, I understand but it is important.”

“What could be so important that you’re willing to risk bad luck?” Eloise demanded.

“It's about the wedding!”

Eloise glanced at Edwina, who glanced back at Kate. Kate was working on Miss Everly’s hair, making sure it was pinned correctly.

“Kate, what do you think we should do?” Eloise asked, frowning deeply.

“I really do not think my opinion —,”

“Oh heavens, just shut the door and let me speak to him through it,” Miss Everly finally decided, throwing her hands up.

Eloise shut the door, putting her hands up as Miss Everly rolled her eyes. She shooed the ladies out of the room, thanking them for the bit of privacy before she carefully walked to the door. She knocked once, telling him it was her.

“Benedict, what’s wrong? Please tell me you’re not backing out.”

“What? Absolutely not.”

She rested her forehead against the door, sighing in relief. “Then what could possibly be wrong?”

There was hesitation from the otherside of the door; silence that told her that something else was wrong. A list of problems started forming, and she couldn’t determine what was worse: his silence or her anxiety.

“Benedict, please.”

“Nobody is here.”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what he meant. Nobody was there? Of course people were there; her father and her cousins had some. And the Bridgerton family was there with their spouses and babies in tow. The Sharma’s and Lady Danbury —who forced her grandson Gareth to join her. People were there. And she knew Penelope had come, because she was helping with her makeup.

“What do you mean, love? There are people here.”

“Our families, perhaps. But…no one else we invited.”

“Oh.”

She had considered that no one would come because of the scandal with Anthony. However, it wasn’t exactly on the top of her list of reasons her wedding would go wrong. She wasn’t terribly concerned about it. After all, she had told her father she did not want a big wedding. It didn’t matter if it was just family and their closest friends.

“Does that bother you, Benedict?”

He hesitated on the other side again, and she could just see his brow furrowing as he really considered her question. Benedict always had a face he made when she asked something unexpected.

“I do not particularly mind; everyone I care about is here. And even then, it is only you who needs to be here as far as I’m concerned.”

She smiled softly to herself before glancing behind her. The door to Eloise’s room was closed; the ladies were probably waiting for her. But she didn’t want to leave him there in the hallway.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

Though she didn’t answer as she opened the door just a crack to look up at him. Benedict immediately covered his eyes, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“I do not need a big wedding,” she promised him, reaching out to take his free hand in hers. “I have you, and our families. I don’t need anything else.”

Benedict squeezed her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss gently. “I will see you at the altar then, my love.”

“I cannot wait.”

*****

Nothing had prepared him for how beautiful she would be. She was always beautiful —first thing in the morning, in the middle of the night, laying in the gardens. But her in white, with her veil and her flowers…it was a sight that would forever be etched into his mind. He was so overwhelmed with joy that he truly thought he’d cry, causing him to bring his fist to his mouth to control himself.

As Benedict had said, the only people at the wedding were their families. However, with the size of the Bridgerton family alone, they took up most of the church it felt like. Lord Everly held her hand in the crook of his arm, smiling down at her as the processional music played and they made their way down the aisle.

She thought she would be nervous. Truly, she thought she would hear her heart beating in her ears and feel her palms shaking as she gripped her flowers. However, she did not experience any of that. With her eyes trained on Benedict, she was completely at ease as her father lifted her veil to kiss her cheek, handing her to Benedict now who held out his hands. Eloise took her flowers, stepping back as Miss Everly smiled up at Benedict.

He grinned —that crooked, pretty grin that won her heart and inspired her very soul —and winked at her.

The officiant cleared his throat, looking between the two skeptically for a moment before he opened his book. Miss Everly pursed her lips to keep from giggling, looking at the bishop now to keep from being distracted.

“We have gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Bridgerton and Everly families, through holy matrimony,” the bishop started, looking down at his book. “Marriage is not to be taken lightly, or wantonly. Marriage is a bond, universal and unyielding. It will bind you together for the remainder of your lives and should be taken seriously.”

The two soon-to-be newlyweds snuck glances at one another, nodding with their own secret smiles.

“Mr. Bridgerton, if you have your vows prepared —,”

“Oh I do,” he quickly interrupted, looking back at her excitedly. The bishop seemed a bit annoyed to be cut off. “I am sure you already know what I am going to say, my love. You always seem to know everything about me without me having to tell you. Perhaps that’s why I fell so hard, so quickly. Maybe it was your wit —sly and quiet but there, clever as can be. You keep me on my toes, waiting for you to surprise me at every turn.

“More importantly though, you inspire everything I do. The poets speak of their muses, and I never truly understood what they meant until I laid eyes on you at the ball. Sitting there in that window, instead of dancing or gossiping but writing. And that was truly when I realized that I needed to know you. And now that I know you…I never want to stop.”

For a moment, she just stared up at him, trying to keep herself from tears. She was certain the bishop was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him. All she could focus on was Benedict, who was holding her hands in his and gazing down at her with nothing but adoration.

“Miss Everly, if you have your vows prepared, please,” the bishop finally said, grabbing her attention.

She nodded, wiping her eyes gently. “Oh, yes. Of course. I…,” she paused, trying to compose herself before taking a breath. Then she finally continued. “When I was young, my mother and father told me stories of falling so in love that nothing else mattered. I dreamed of finding a love like that —longed for it. And while I never thought I wouldn’t find it, I never thought I would truly find a love as strong as theirs.

“I have spent my life telling stories of falling in love and being loved. Written it on page after page. But it was not until I met you, Benedict, that my stories became real. Now that I truly know what is to love and be loved, my world will never be the same. And that is because I met you, and I love you, and I will never love anyone as I love you.”

Benedict was holding his breath, trying to keep himself composed, as the bishop thanked them for their vows. The two were gravitating toward one another, trying to close that foot that stood between them. Unintentional or not, all they wanted was each other in this moment.

“If anyone here has any objection to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A tense moment spread across the church as they waited for someone to ruin their day. But no one stood, no one raised their hands. All was well.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the Queen of England and parliament, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. You may kiss your bride.”

Benedict did not hesitate to pull her into his arms, wrapping them around her waist to kiss her. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she smiled excitedly into it. If anyone had any doubts that they had kissed prior to this day, this moment certainly would change their minds. But none of that mattered.

She was Mrs. Bridgerton.

*****

Following the reception, Anthony had gifted Benedict the keys to a small house in the country. While the two were expected to still live in London while Benedict attended the academy, the house in the country —named aptly My Cottage —would be theirs for their honeymoon and any time away from the city. It was only a few hours' carriage ride away, and following their reception with family, the two were happily riding off to the countryside.

No more sneaking about, no more having her father or Anna cover for them —they could truly enjoy each other's company without interruption now. And quite truthfully, she was excited for their wedding night. She knew what to expect, and how it felt. And now…well, now it was their turn to find out what each other liked most.

She couldn’t wait.

However, until then, they sat together in the carriage. Benedict had tried to be subtle, but failed as he pulled her into his lap to kiss her. She had laughed, back pressed to the siding of the carriage as they pulled away. And now that was where she sat comfortably for the trip, her legs draped across the seat and her head tucked neatly into the curve of his neck.

After an hour of travel, Benedict was beginning to get a bit handsy however. His hands were tracing the freckles that dotted her throat, down to where her dress revealed her cleavage. The touches made her shiver, and she returned his touches with kisses along his jawline.

“We must try to be patient,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another kiss just below his ear. “I cannot imagine having our first marital night in the carriage.”

Benedict practically barked out his laughter, shaking his head. “No, no, we can’t have that, can we?” He hummed some as she brought herself closer, bringing his hand up to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. “Read to me, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

She laughed herself now, looking up at him. “And what would you like me to read to you, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Read me the story you have been writing —I am dying to know how it ends.”

And so the remainder of the carriage ride, with Mrs. Bridgerton tucked into her husband’s side, was spent reading the story that Benedict himself had wholly inspired.

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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https://at.tumblr.com/dearabsolutelynoone/simone-and-jonny-behind-the-scenes-of-bridgerton/zfq8a1hy65ez

Could this be Kate and Anthony in their own little world while the Bridgertons look on, a little bit awed to see the effect kate has had on him?

See I think this could be Kate and Anthony, back at Aubrey Hall, waiting the few days it took to organise their wedding, and Kate and Anthony seem to spend their time huddled together.

Violet knew it wasn't polite to stare. How many times had her mother told her that when she'd sat in church and looked around at the other people in the village? Her mother had run her finger down Violet's spine with a gentle, Shoulders back, Darling. It's not polite to stare.

But was it... so very rude if one of the people you were staring at was your own son? Surely it wasn't. Surely that was permissible. Surely. Even if the other person you were staring at was a young lady. Surely you were allowed to stare then. Especially if the two of them were sat on a bench on the lawn, their heads together, giggling like children.

Violet had noticed a change in Anthony, from the moment he'd entered the drawing the morning after the Featherington ball with a small smile on his lips, fully dressed as though he'd already been out.

"Terribly early for you, dearest." Violet had said, peering up at him as he sashayed about the room a little nervously. "And where on earth did you run off to last night. I didn't see you after your-"

"Mother, I have been out this morning." Anthony finally managed to huff out, coming to a halt in front of her.

"Yes... Darling, I thought you might have been." Violet said slowly.

"I have been out, securing an arrangement that I- somewhat informally, and perhaps a little inappropriately given the circumstances, entered into last night."

Violet stilled, her heart stopping, "What sort of-?"

"I'm going to be married, Mother." Anthony said brusquely, "I... realise this might seem quite sudden, but there were certain time constraints and of course you had wished me to marry so I hope you can find your way to being very happy for me."

Her heart sank, "Oh, Anthony, I hope you've not-"

"I think it best to have the ceremony quite quickly." Anthony continued on. "There will be quite a lot of talk you see, and with Autumn coming Aubrey Hall will be-"

"Autumn coming?" Violet could hardly keep up, her mind still pondering over whom he'd rushed into an engagement with apparently last night. Surely it wasn't-

"Yes, Autumn." Anthony raised his eyebrows at her as though he thought she'd taken leave of her senses. "The... sort of prelude to Winter. The air gets cold, and the leaves fall off trees and... it's generally not as nice a time of year as summer for a wedding."

Violet tutted impatiently, "I have seen many Autumns, thank you, Anthony. I'm more so concerned with whom you'll be marrying in this ceremony you're so worried about being ruined by falling leaves."

Anthony looked at her incredulously, blinking several times. "I... had thought it was rather obvious."

Violet sighed, "Perhaps I once would have thought so but given recent events I'm going to need you to be rather clearer."

Anthony sighed impatiently, a small smile on his face as he turned the ring on his pinky finger, and he looked so much younger, when he looked up at her, finally. "Last night, Miss Kate Sharma agreed to be my wife."

"Oh, Darling, I am so happy for you." She'd leapt forward embracing her son tightly, his voice tiny when he whispered against her,

"I'm very happy as well."

She had hardly recognised her son since. Or perhaps she recognised him too well as the man who'd disappeared when his father had died and this new, stoic man had taken his place. He had practically been jumping up and down with excitement as they stood in the drive of Aubrey Hall, waiting for the Danbury carriage to arrive, darting forward practically pushing the footman out of the way to open the door himself.

They'd all stared at him as his hand tightened on hers and he helped her down, ignoring Lady Mary and Lady Danbury as well as her sister who rolled her eyes good-naturedly and shook her head while Anthony smiled softly, exchanging words none of them could hear, spoken in soft, tender voices as Anthony brandished a bouquet of tulips eagerly at her, ones Violet had caught him picking himself only minutes ago.

"Anthony, enough now." Violet had called out, clearing her throat as he had leaned in towards his intended clearly forgetting where they were. Kate had flushed a little turning away while Anthony gave Violet an irritated expression.

Violet had sat with Kate Sharma, watching her curiously, chuckling a little at how similar she and Anthony were in truth, chuckling even more as she watched the young lady hesitantly hold her tea cup to her lips.

"You're not fond of tea, are you, Miss Sharma?"

Kate startled, turning towards her with wide eyes, "I... I am, very fond of tea, Lady Bridgerton, I... perhaps not- that is to say-"

"Not my tea." Violet chuckled, waving her off, "It's alright, darling, you needn't be worried about offending me. You'll be the lady of the house, very soon and my opinion will not matter at all."

"I intend to be a very good wife to him." She looked nervous, the poor girl, "I realise... we've caused quite a bit of trouble, but I'm... quite gifted at mathematics and balancing a household and I-"

"You love Anthony." Violet cut her off, taking a sip of her tea. "Rather a lot I should think, given the... dramatics you've put up with from him."

Kate nodded, smiling a little, "In fairness to him, there were rather a lot of dramatics on my behalf as well."

"Kate, I had thought we-!" Anthony had burst into the room excitedly, his hair a little mussed, flushing when he caught sight of his mother. "Oh! I- I Mother, I-"

"I was just leaving, Anthony." Violet sighed, "Perhaps I can leave the two of you unchaperoned for a few moments."

Every day since she had caught Anthony practically racing through his work, the rest of the day spent following Kate around like a tiny puppy with a bright smile on his face and she just... couldn't stop staring at the difference in him.

"What are we staring at?" Benedict's voice was close by her ear, startling her a little. "Oh, are we making fun of Anthony?"

Violet swatted at her son, "No, I was just thinking they make a very sweet couple."

Kate leaned in, whispering something in his ear that made Anthony laugh boisterously, his head thrown back, his eyes bright.

"His smile's... unnerving." Benedict mused, "This morning, he clapped me on the shoulder and said Is this not the most beautiful morning you've ever seen?! I had to check twice to make sure it was him."

"He's happy." Violet hummed, "I think it's sweet."

"I'm not sure. I've not seen that cranky duck face he makes in weeks." Benedict sighed, "I think I shall have to make fun of him. Set things to rights."

"Benedict, I forbid you. He's worked so hard, and they're so happy."

Benedict grinned, "I was only, going to paint him a little portrait of a tiny little Anthony, with that brow crease. Our future overlord. The fruit of his-"

"Oh wouldn't that be sweet." Violet hummed, her heart hammering, "When he was little he used to follow your Papa around holding onto the back of his jacket and I think truly that's why we ended up having Daph-"

"Mother!"

"Oh stop, he was very sweet, you both were."

"If this is how Anthony's happy marriage is going to make you, I'm calling out to them to stop."

"You will not Benedict."

He threw the window open, "Anthony! Mother's spying on-"

And well, perhaps staring wasn't polite, but it was far more dignified than having to duck out of sight when your son and his fiancée turned towards you.

#bridgerton season 2 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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sea-owl · 10 months

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Remember that scene in the first season where multiple gentlemen visited the Featherington's residence and Portia and the girls thought they were meant for them, but they just courted Marina and ignored the girls?

Well, imagine this happening in the isekai au. Thanks to the new Portia's attitude and influence, the sisters have grown to be beautiful ladies in her own rights, erasing those horrible colorful dresses and hairstyles. They're more educated, have much better personalities and know how to draw the ton's attention. The usual distance they tend to keep from people only makes them seem more alluring.

Now imagine Marina, having heard of her relatives and thinking she'll be the center of attention (no hate on Marina, i'm just using her as narrative piece for the au) when the gentlemen arrive to the house, but turns out they're all flowing around the Featherington ladies, who look nothing like she remembered and they all reject the advances gracefully. Only Prudence takes time to entertain some of them.

Marina is even more shocked when she realizes Colin is affected too

I don’t know why but when @amybonehouse described this it just made me think of scenario in the isekai au that no one wanted a London season outside of maybe Edwina so they never went. That was fine by Portia she didn’t like being in London more than she had to. But the year Penelope and Edwina would have been 18. All the kids somehow got on Portia’s and / or Mary’s nerves, and they decided you know what? Get packing you bunch of heathens, we’re going to London this year. All of you (besides the three babies) are getting thrown into society.

Their minds were made up, and they were not gonna be swayed by anything. These brats were gonna go through the whole shebang. The modiste, the tailor, balls, garden parties, promenade, gentleman callers should there be any, and of course debutantes and their marriage minded mamas. They were gonna socialize and they were gonna like it.

The children huffed, but dared not to argue. There may have been a few mutterings, but nothing Portia or Mary heard lest a stray shoe be thrown at them. Prudence made a comment that “At least we’ll see Mama run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off avoiding Violet Bridgerton.” The rest agreed, that will be entertaining to watch.

Of course, both Portia and Mary know there’s no better time to make an entrance than the opening ball hosted by Lady Danbury. Both women have a flare for the dramatics just as much as their children. They made sure no one saw the children until the night of the ball. London was used to seeing the odd trip from Portia or Mary, not their whole brood. They made sure to arrive at night, and the children had no issues staying in the house to avoid all of London or going out in disguises. Whenever Portia or Mary went out for business reasons, they made sure to drop a hint that their children of eligible age will be attending the social season this year. The children’s distance from London, of course, gave them a mysterious allure, which Portia and Mary counted on. London always loves a new shiny thing. New residences or long returned residences will bring just that.

The girls thanked all that was holy that the guys were there when it came time for the ball. Especially because drama lover Lady Danbury somehow ropped them into meeting and even sharing a dance with the Bridgertons. Mary had to hold onto Portia at that point, reminding her this will work in their favor later when they annoy their kids with callers.

What none of them saw coming was that Jack Featherington was also coming to London and that he was bringing a cousin with him. While Jack was the technical Lord Featherington, he never bothered to claim his title and responsibilities. Thus, the barony was left in Portia’s hands. Many, rightly, assumed that the previous Lord Featherington (actually Portia) had left documentation for one of his daughters to inherit once certain conditions were met and that the current Lord Featherington was just a placeholder. Jack, having heard of Portia’s business success, decided it was time to drift into town. His cousins, the Thompson, and the ones he was staying (mooching) with before, had him take their daughter as his ward for the season.

"Have you met the Dowager Baroness Featherington before?" Marina asked Jack as they rode to the Featherington London house. It was the day after the Danbury ball.

"Once," Jack said. "She was pregnant with her third child back then. Mean thing, with horrible taste in everything. I can't imagine why she would take in so many wards if the rumors are true. I imagine they are all as daft as her. We shall have no problem finding you a husband. You'll be a rose among the thorns."

Marina nodded. She was still unsure about this if only George hadn't left.

The butler, Briarly, led them to the drawing room where, in Marina's opinion, too many eyes focused on them. The butler addressed the oldest two women in the room. "Lord Featherington and Miss Thompson, my ladies."

The red head of the two women stood up. "My lord, we had not heard word of you coming to visit."

Marina felt a shiver run down her back. There was something about Dowager Lady Featherington, about everyone in that room that screamed dangerous. The way the others eyed the lord of the house as if waiting for him to make the wrong move against the dowager lady.

"It was a rather late decision," Jack admitted with a laugh.

"Well I suppose we will have to hold off on callers today as we help you two settle in," Dowager Lady Featherington said.

Did the others just sigh in relief? Marina couldn't blame them of they did. From what Jack told her her Featherington cousins reputation wouldn't be the best, and they were possibly just tolerated among the rest of the ton. It would be rather embarrassing to have no one come to call with so many eligible daughters in the house. Perhaps Marina could direct some of her's towards them when the time came?

Lady Sharma hid a smile behind her hand.

Dowager Lady Featherington turned towards Marina. "Now tell me darling, do you have a dress for the ball tonight? If not, I'm sure we can find you one. I believe Philippa will be the closest in size to you."

So that is how Marina attended her first London ball in a borrowed dress.

She did not see much of her cousins, or the wards, or the family friends. They all seemed to be in a corner whispering among one another. Poor things to be left on the side lines.

Marina thinks her favorite dance partner was perhaps Colin Bridgerton. He would have been a good option had she not met George first.

The next day during call time the house flooded with callers. Marina had a decent share but she seemed to be the only one who was actually entertaining them.

Kate and Simon basically patrolled the room, bouncing from one to the next. Reminding Marina of a pair of parents. The callers for Kate had to walk with her if they wanted to talk.

Philippa and Sophie sat together doing needle work while they talked to their callers. Michael sat in the chair next to them. He honestly entertained the callers more than them.

Penelope clung to the boy who looked so much like Marina's George. What did she call him, Pip? Yes, that must be right. He had a book on plants that she would read over his shoulder when she was not being polite with a caller.

The only others who were actively entertaining the callers were Prudence, though she honestly looked to be playing a game, and Edwina. Marina thinks Edwina is just being polite from the far away look in her eyes and how once in a while she'll tap Penelope to jump in conversation.

Dowager Lady Featherington and Lady Sharma just sat and watched. A few giggles shared between them.

Gareth, Felicity, and Lucy are having the time of their lives watching their older siblings scramble to avoid suitors. All three were in the corner with some biscuits. Every once in a while, they would exchange money between one another.

The real shock came when not one, not two, but all three eligible Bridgerton brothers came to call.

Between the three of them, Marina wondered if there were any flowers left at the florist.

Simon was immediately by Kate's side when the Viscount walked up to her. Handing her the biggest of his bouquets before handing the smaller ones to the rest of the women who lived in the house. Mr. Benedict Bridgerton followed suit but instead gave his biggest bouquet to Sophie. Michael sat straight in his chair, his eyes never straying from the second Bridgerton brother.

Marina smiled as Colin walked closer to her. Penelope, who was not that far away, went stiff, and Pip had actually put his book away, watching Colin. His hand squeezing Penelope's.

Just as Marina was about to stand to greet her new caller, Colin had handed the largest of his bouquets to Penelope.

Dowager Lady Featherington immediately stood up. "Well, I believe call time is over. Thank you all for coming."

#bridgerton #portia and mary said your punishment is a london season #the kids rather get hit with the shoe/la chancla #what if everyone got isekaied besides violet #what if spouses remembered isekai au #isekai and yanderes au #villainess isekai au #polin #kathony #benophie #little bit of the couples at the end

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Love your blog! Huge Jonerys shipper and just finished Seaosn 2 of Bridgerton and LOVE Polin! Kantony was amazing too! I am so excited for Season 3! Did you see the trailer! Would love yo know your thoughts! Hope you have a great day!

OH! SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THIS! Thanks for asking.

First, Jonerys will always be my OTP. Yeah, the show ended like a burning pile of dog turds, but in fan fiction they're living happily ever after as they should have. The one good thing is that Kit's show is not going to be made which means they will not be able to profit off Daenerys Death anymore than the already do. Kit, find you another franchise where you can swing a sword. I'll watch it. I sat through Pompeii I can do anything.

Second, I love KANTHONY!!! I mean, the PINING! THE UST! LOVE IT! All the glances and touches and the "You are the bane of my existence and the object of my every desire" yes, sir! PLEASE. Love them. So glad we get to see them happy and in love this season. Just a boon, for sure.

Third, POLIN! Ok, hang on, let me get this out of the way first because it is a huge concern to me. I do not, under any circumstances, want to see Eloise join in with Cressida to make fun of Penelope. I get it, she's hurt, but please don't let her do that because she knows all of the sensitive points about Penelope, not even counting Lady Whistledown. She knows the things she's sensitive about and stands to truly hurt her. I had my former best friend do that to me and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Though, Nicola and Luke were both adamant about their love for Eloise. So, here's hoping.

POLIN - Alright, I'm going to say what I'm sure many other people are thinking -- Colin needs to grovel in apology for what he said. It's already difficult enough for Pen, with her introverted nature, to meet and talk to people. That has been clearly established. But to then have an influential man in the ton declare that he would never dream of courting her? I mean, talk about ruining a girl's chances all around.

There are little things throughout the trailer that fascinate me. One being that I think Penelope isn't going to arrive to one of the balls with her family but fake an illness and stay home. Perhaps after seeing Eloise with Cressida at a garden party earlier that day. Something sparks within her and causes her to no longer lie there, but throw open her wardrobe and we see her getting dressed. We do see Pen see them walk away together. So, I think she comes in late, dressed in a different gown, with a different look. Perhaps she asked Madam Delacroix to make it for her outside of her mother's knowledge. Because we see her standing at the top of a staircase in a red cape and then dramatically allowing it to fall to the ground. Everyone turns and looks. (My favorite thing, is if you look at the crowd, her brother-in-law, Mr. Finch is smiling at her - such a sweet, cheese loving boy!). But Cressida and Eloise look shook. Also, in this same scene we do see Francesca and Pen later talking. This is important to me as it is said in the books, Colin is very close with Franny, especially once he starts traveling and she moves to Scotland. Lady Danbury is obviously speaking with the Queen about the possible matches that could be made. So far, all the writings we've seen about this season show that Mister Dankworth is interested in marriage, but instead of being along the lines of Nigel Berbrook, he's more along the lines of Prince Friedrich. You might root for him if Colin wasn't already in the picture. I have a feeling that while his interest will spark jealousy in Colin, it will also spark confidence in Penelope. Which, judging by some of these awkward convos we see her having with some of the other men of the ton, she really needs. But the sight of them dancing beneath the moonlight in the ballroom, and their heads close together over a book, and Colin having to sit back and watch as a bystander, is too sweet for me to take. Colin is the sort you have to hit over the head and drag him to it. Someone else finding her desirable could spark that wait, what have I missed. We love our leading man, but baby are you dense. The scene where he's sitting back and the flame slowly lights, it's like Colin's love for Penelope. It doesn't happen all at once, but as it grows and glows it gets brighter. Their trope is she falls first, but he falls harder. And in the books, that 100% true. He's my wife this, my wife that. Once he realizes that he's in love with her, there is nothing else that matters to him BUT her.

#bridgerton s3 #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton

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moresassythanclassy · 2 years

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Part 12/? Kate/Anthony scenes I will never get over

Season 2 Episode 2: Off to the Races

To be completely honest I’ve always been slightly bothered by this scene, and although I’m not entirely sure why, I guess it’s mostly because of the way Kate is treated and made to essentially look like the bad guy. But anyway, let’s unpack it for a minute.

First, Anthony gains an audience with Edwina and starts to read the poem(?) Benedict wrote, passing it off as his own, but he takes one look at Kate and can’t continue on. Despite having just gained the upper hand against Kate, he can’t help but be his authentic self around her. And this is something we continue to see throughout the entire season--Anthony may be able to put on a good show for Edwina, but since the very beginning Anthony and Kate have always shown each other who they truly are.

(Side note: I still find it absolutely hilarious how Anthony went to so much trouble to court Edwina, yet falls in love with the other sister, who he didn’t have to do anything for but be himself. I know a lot of us tend to feel as though Anthony got off a little too easy what with all the drama he ended up causing (I am one of those people), but knowing the lengths he went to just to have it blow up in his face is awfully funny and a little bit satisfying.)

(Another side note: I know I give Anthony a lot of crap but I swear I really do love him!)

Anyway, after he makes his cute little speech about action and duty and charms Edwina (who, in my opinion, behaved like a petulant child toward Kate in this scene, which annoys me to no end), Anthony can’t help but slide his gaze over to Kate while he’s literally in the midst of conversation with his soon-to-be intended.

They stare at each other like TWO COMPLETE WEIRDOS and don’t stop until Edwina (who truly is that blind and doesn’t even notice) brings Anthony out of his reverie.

Kate, overwhelmed by some emotion she can’t yet put a finger on, starts to leave the room in a rush, only to run into one of the butlers.

Everyone gasps like she’s murdered someone (seriously, calm the eff down people, it wasn’t that big of a deal) further embarrassing Kate, and she isn’t even in the right mindset to apologize.

The only one who couldn’t care less about what Kate actually did and is thinking more about the meaning behind it is Anthony, who is warring with his need to understand Kate’s emotions and why he needs to know and why he cares so much about them.

Anyway, after a fun little talk with Lady Danbury, Kate returns, and immediately is brought into conversation by two men (Side note: I know they’re meant to be conversing with her to win over her affections because of Edwina but can we get real for a minute and just acknowledge the fact that Kate is the SMOKING HOT one in this family??? Like COME ON, there is NO WAY Anthony is the only one who truly notices (although Dorset does later, I suppose, but STILL)). But anyway, Anthony resumes his staring the moment she returns STILL LIKE AN ABSOLUTE WEIRDO, causing Violet to turn and look as well, wondering exactly what is going on and why Kate made such a fool of herself earlier.

I’m assuming that in this moment Violet still thinks Anthony is genuinely frustrated with Kate, although that obviously changes later.

So there we have it, the beginning of an entire season full of staring like absolute fools in love! Hope you enjoyed my thoughts, and please feel free to share any input you have on this scene, or any others, because you may have seen it a lot differently than myself. That was a long one but if you actually made it through thanks for reading!

#bridgerton #kanthony #kathony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #anthony x kate #jonathan bailey #simone ashley

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apinchofm · 1 year

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Having a Ball

A ball and Edwina helps an upset Francesca.

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Francesca, dressed in lavender and pearls, scanned the large room and courtyard, looking for a familiar man. The only man she had danced with at the past three balls they had all attended since the season begun.

She had not picked up a dance card, only wishing to dance with one man - John Stirling. Her kind hearted, witty suitor who had promised he would come to the Hasting's ball. Moved up due to Daphne's new pregnancy and Kate's progressing one, John had sworn to come to spend time with her and her family members. She did not usually believe in promises. Words were meaningless. But John did not use them carelessly. He was earnest and honest, nothing like other noblemen - and sometimes Francesca would count her brothers amongst those John was not alike.

And unlike the men of the Ton, he seemed to not be here.

Edwina, wearing a rose pink, had stood by her side, hiding with Francesca. She noticed her friend was skittish, seemingly looking for someone while hiding. She could not blame her, given she was the second most scandalous person here.

She brightened when Lady Crane appeared but seeing the apology painted on her expression. She knew that look.

"Kiltmartin is not here." Marina told her apologetic. She had decided to ask around on her behalf. The benefit of being a young widow and not a debtante is that she does not read as 'desperate'.

It is Eloise who squeezes her sister's arm in comfort. She may not know what it is to be disappointed like this by a man, having not fallen in love with one as her younger sister has, but she did not like to see Francesca upset.

"He promised." Francesca whispered, trying not to start crying. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. This was Daphne's ball - he would spend some more time with her family.

"I wish to dance." Edwina declared suddenly.

"With who?" Francesca asked, wondering why she wished to dance now. An attempt, perhaps, to encourage her to move on from John.

But she was further confused when she watched Edwina remove her dance card from her wrist, letting it fall to the floor as if she was getting rid of some impertinet thread on her dress.

Eloise could not help but follow, ridding herself of her shoes and card, so did Marina. Francesca finally did, with a giggle as Edwina pulled her to the dance floor, the stars and lights glittering above them in the cool night air.

"Ourselves, of course." They were all rather confused, "Get rid of your dance cards and take off your shoes!"The orchestra played a more upbeat tune and she smiled.

"You have been indulging in too much champagne, Edwina." Francesca said, shaking her head.

The all squealed as they ran to the center of the ballroom, spreading into a circle and skipping.

"Is Eloise going to the floor?" Simon said, confused. Eloise was usually in their library, which he granted her full access during balls

"Your humor is unwelcome, Si." Daphne chastised gently, knowing her mother was always so anxious when it came to Eloise and dancing.

"No, look!" Benedict nudged her, and Anthony turned, eyes widened in shock as he nearly stepped forward to stop it at once.

But it was Violet who stopped him with her hand to his chest. She was standing next to Lady Mary, the two watching them all fondly.

The Queen, next to Lady Danbury, was rather amused by the spectacle. The four young ladies she knew had may be having a trying season, all dancing without a care or a male suitor. She could not help but smile in approval, joining in the rhymic clapping that Benedict Bridgerton started.

"This is completely-!" Lady Featheringnton huffed.

"Foreigners." Lady Cowper tutted, frowning.

"Oh, how delightful!" Queen Charlotte laughed, smiling at the scene. Her eyes slid to the ladies, who did not think she had not heard them, "Though us foreigners do know how to have more fun, do we not?"

"We do indeed." Kate agreed. She would have joined in, if not very pregnant, but was delighted to see her sisters having fun.

Edwina spun in the middle of the circle of girls, remembering how she would spin like this as a child, so carefree.

Other young ladies soon joined in, to the shock and some amusement of their mamas. Cressida Cowper surprisingly joined in, taking Francesca's hands.

She stopped slowly, seeing Friedrich watch her. And he smiled at her. It was small, but she could see a warmth in his eyes, mingled with amusement. Not how he looked at her in the garden after their first kiss, no. This was new.

#had to put in a bit of Nikolai/Edwina #Frannie and Edwina friendship #bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #edwina sharma #marina thompson #eloise bridgerton #the friendship i deserve #female friendship #regency #bridgerton ficlet #one shot #prince nikolas angelovsky

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copiouscouples · 1 year

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The Ladies and their Gardens in Bloom

Lady Danbury

I think it’s been a minute since she’s had her garden tended due to how long it took her to catch on to what Violet meant lol, but I feel like they alluded to her having a very active garden after the passing of her husband.

I think the whole Lord Ledger thing was her being reminiscent of her first. Yes, her husband was her first, but this was the first man she chose and her first experience with pleasure.

But I did think it was weird they alluded to her and Adolphus hooking up and I don’t think they did. I think there was only that kiss. Which I’m fine with because they really didn’t have the chemistry for me to want to see their love scene.

Violet

I feel like her sudden onset horniness is a set up for next season. And I don’t know how I feel about that. I don’t know what kind of relationship I would like to see her in - with a fling, with someone younger, with someone with potential to be more? Also, I’m concerned that Bridgerton proper juggles too many storylines and I’m not fully sure if this is one that I want to see.

Queen Charlotte

I may be misremembering some things but I feel like Violet and Lady Danbury questioned her fidelity to her husband and also alluded to the queen getting her gardened tended by her husband. I don’t get the sense that Queen Charlotte has taken other lovers. In her younger years, George clearly tended to her garden quite regularly. I mean, they had 15 kids. Present day, if she had a side piece, then I don’t she would be as involved in her subjects’ lives as much. I think her busybodyness is how she distracts herself. But I kind of get the feeling that on the rare occasions that George is lucid, they definitely get it on.

#queen charlotte #bridgerton #lady danbury #violet bridgerton #my two cents

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