Rosa | 18 | prefers to be spoken to by they/them | INCREDIBLY SHY | Feel free to text me, I've been bullied, so I won't judge <3 I read more than I write 😳 🫣 | I am a lee 🤗
Summary: Innocent sibling teasing lead to heartbreak and a silence. Hoping to make amends, Hyacinth writes to the palace. Setting a promenade in the royal gardens in motion. [Series]
Without a proper knock the door opened. Gregory’s muscles tensed. Getting rid of the letters under the covers in an instant. Clearing his throat softly, hands folded in front of him. Hyacinth rolling her eyes at him. With little care, she invaded his personal space. Jumping onto the bed.
“Are you still sick?” She asked, kicking her feet, chin resting on her hands. “No!” Gregory replied, crossing his arms. Hyacinth pressed her lips together with a mischievous glance. “What are you hiding?” Tilting her head a bit.
“Nothing.” Gregory mumbled out, pulling the blanket a bit more to himself. Hyacinth curled up a devious smile. Removing her hands from under her chin to tackle the blanket. Diving her hands underneath. “Hyacinth!” Gregory called out, trying to keep her hands out.
Giggling, she searched around over the mattress. “Stop!” Gregory freaked out. Pulling a hand from underneath it by her wrist. When he reached for the other one, her hand dove back under. Laughing loudly. “Hyacinth! Stop!” He panicked. His sister called it out, snatching a few pages from underneath his blanket. Holding them proudly up.
Giggling, she rolled over. Gasping loud. “Dearest Gregory.” She read out loud. Having a slight laugh at it. “Hyacinth!” Gregory called out, reaching out for her. Hyacinth rolled out of bed, chuckling at the treasure she was holding. Reading a few lines out loud to her own amusement.
“Give it back!” Gregory demanded, holding his hand out to her. She just gasped more, turning to another page. “Give it back now!” His voice raged. Tensing his jaw, he had to take matters into his own hands. Pushing the covers away, he got out of bed. Rushing around the bed to her. “Hyacinth! Those are private!” He let out with one final warning.
“Are you in love brother?” She asked with pouty lips. The letters pressed to her chest. “Shut it!” Gregory yelled, grabbing for his letters. Hyacinth still held onto them. Clenching his jaw, Gregory pulled harder. Stumbling back onto the mattress. Moving his hand up to his face.
Eyes widening at half the papers he was holding. Jumping back up, seeing the other end in his sister’s hands. Shockingly she lowered her hand. Gregory blinked rapidly, suppressing an outburst. “Get out!” He shouted, snatching the papers from his sister. “I…I am sorry…”Hyacinth replied with a trembling lip. Never her intentions to ruin it. She only wanted a bit of fun with him.
“Out!” Gregory gave her a push. Too enraged to have her around. Hyacinth wiped a tear away. Running out of his room. Gregory exhaled deep at the torn pieces in his hands. Sinking to his knees, he held them close to his chest. Sniffling softly, chin lowered to his chest. There was another knock, making Gregory wipe his cheeks dry. “Mister Bridgerton…” John spoke, falling silent at the scenery.
“She…she tore them…” He cried out with a sob. John hastened to his side. “I’ll mend them…nothing is lost yet, Mister Bridgerton.” John soothed, slowly taking the letters from him. Helping him up by his arms. “C’mon mister Bridgerton.” Touching his forehead briefly. “You are feeling better.” Muttering to himself. John helped him get dressed. Tugging the letters safely away.
Hyacinth rushed to him upon his entry in the parlor. “I am truly sorry…” She apologized with her hands behind her back. Gregory simply brushed past her. Hyacinth turned to her mother with glossy eyes. Violet shaking her head to leave him be. Sniffling soft, she sought comfort with Eloise. Eloise was already holding her arms open to her. Gregory went to sit by the piano, pressing the same key depressingly.
“Gregory, I said I was sorry.” Hyacinth let out. Gregory turned to his mother. “Mother, will you tell her I do not accept any lousy apologies.” He said. Violet’s gaze going from her son to her daughter. Hyacinth crossed her arms. “I am right here! Talk to me!” She called out.
“Mother, will you please tell her I do not wish to speak to her.” Gregory completely ignored Hyacinth. Hyacinth jumped up with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry! Are you truly not going to speak to me?” Her voice raspy with emotions. Gregory turned his posture away with a shrug of his shoulders. Sobbing loudly, Hyacinth ran out.
Violet sighed defeated. “Was that truly necessary?” She asked, hands on her hips. “Was her tearing my letters really necessary?” Gregory responded stating his point. With a sarcastic glance, he gave his final word. Violet batting her gaze upwards with a deep exhale.
Hyacinth ran up to her room, pulling out papers from her desk. Blinking the tears away. Wiping a hand over the paper to dry any fallen stains on it. Taking ink, she began to write. Hoping it would grant her forgiveness for her foolish actions.
Hyacinth hated the silence. At every occasion her brother ignored her. Leaving her unable to utter one word without him leaving. The silent treatment was agonizing. Her eyes got glossy at the sudden sight of a beloved sister. “Francesca!” She called out, walking up to her with open arms.
Francesca chuckled surprisingly upon her sister’s hug. “Whatever is the matter, sister?” Stroking her sister’s head. “I’ve done something stupid and now Gregory won’t ever forgive me for it.” She spoke, rubbing her head against her sister's chest. “I’m sure it will pass.” Francesca answered, giving her back a good rub.
“I’m not so sure this time…” Hyacinth replied, lifting her head up. Both their heads turned upon Gregory’s arrival. “Francesca.” Gregory greeted. Barely giving Hyacinth a glance before heading for the sweets laid out. “See…” Hyacinth whispered to her.
Francesca pulled her in for a soothing hug. Heads turning once more when Mrs. Wilson entered. “A letter Ma’am.” She spoke with a curtsy at Francesca. “For…Gregory.” Averting her gaze to the young man.
Gregory nearly dropped the macron he was biting in. Quickly wiping his hands clean before receiving the letter. Shakily he opened it. Breathing satisfied. “It’s from Y/n.” He said. Francesca quirked her eyebrow cheekily up to Hyacinth. “Who is this Y/n?” She asked.
“I’m invited to the royal gardens.” He said out loud with slight shock. “Am I missing something?” Francesca questioned. Hyacinth kept her arms around her sister, smiling widely. Gregory lowered the letter with a glance. “She’s asked I forgive you.” He spoke. “I suppose this is your idea then?” Holding the letter up. Hyacinth gave him a faint smile. “I am truly sorry, Gregory…”
Gregory sighed loud, opening his arms to her. Hyacinth ran up to him, jumping into his arms. “Alright, you might not be entirely an annoyance.” Patting her on the head. “Is someone still going to explain to me who this Y/n is?” Francesca begged to know.
“The queen’s goddaughter.” Violet answered upon her entry. Francesca’s mouth dropping to a gawk. “I’ve been invited to the royal gardens. Y/n is feeling much better.” He said proudly to his mother. Francesca turned her head with a twinkling smile at her.
Gregory’s knee trembled almost the entire carriage ride. Violet curled up a smile, turning her head away from her son’s lovesickness. He moved to the edge of the seat, staring outside. The palace rising up on the horizon. “I’m coming Y/n.” Muttering under his breath. Almost too excitingly he got out of the carriage.
Apologizing to John for nearly knocking the door against his face. John moved a hand up, lowering his head with a smile. Gregory was a bit disappointed you weren’t waiting for him. Just Brimsley on the steps. Brimsley neared, bowing to them. “Mister Bridgerton, you are requested in the gardens.” He spoke, gesturing to the side.
Curling up a giddy smile, he took his leave. “Tea, Lady Bridgerton?" Brimsley offered. “Well, yes.” Violet answered, following him. The queen hurried Violet over to come join her. Violet confusingly came sitting by her side.
“Your majesty.” She began, blinking surprised at the sudden shush of her majesty. Queen Charlotte gestured somewhere in the front. Her goddaughter sitting by the fountain. Taking a cookie, she chuckled amusingly, settling in for the excitement when young Gregory came into sight.
“Y/n!” Gregory called out, hurrying over to you. You got up, meeting him half-way. Hands close to his chest. “Are you alright?” You asked. Gregory asked the same thing, holding you by your elbows. Both laughing quietly. Shyly he ran his fingers through his hair.
You gestured for him to follow you. Clearing his throat softly, he fell in your step. Hands behind his back. Admiring the gardens for a moment. “Have you forgiven your sister yet?” You asked. Gregory hummed loud. “Oh…uhm…yes…” Scratching his chin nervously.
Smiling, you revealed a folded package of letters. “This is for compensation.” Offering him the letters. Gregory gawked at the letters, then at you. Nodding you wanted him to accept it. Taking them, he pressed them briefly to his chest. “Miss Y/n, you are a God’s gift.” Complimented you for being so considerate.
Looking bashful away from his compliment. Gregory’s eyes wandered around. straying from you. Returning with a flower, handing it over to you. You gestured for Gregory to assist himself. Slightly parting his lips he let out a breath. Slowly moving his hand to your head. Tugging the flower behind your ear.
Swaying with your hips, you looked shyly down. Gregory cleared his throat, offering you his arm. “A true gentleman offers his lady an arm on a promenade.” He spoke. Chuckling softly, you accepted it. Strolling down the gravely path through the garden.
Straying further away out of sight of the palace. “Miss Y/n, I am truly sorry I caused you to be sick.” Gregory spoke. “That is alright, Gregory. I received lovely letters as a compromise.” Laying your head sweetly against his arm. Gregory grinning from ear to ear.
Gasping loud, you had a sudden thought. “I want to show you something.” Saying before pulling him along by his arm. Nearly tripping over his own feet to keep up. Running with you. You reached a hidden place, taking his hand before going under the archway. Gregory gasping in blissfulness at the beautiful scenery.
Flowers of all colours all around. A greenery paradise. By the thick oak tree hung a wooden swing. Self-made. Pulling Gregory with you to it. Taking the ropes in your hand, you sat down. “My mother and Godmother built it with the King.” You told him. Gregory came standing behind you, gently pushing you. Laughing as you felt like flying.
Slowly down, you patted the place beside you. Gregory came sitting with you, facing you. Swing gently rocking from the movement. Smiling, you gazed at him. Gregory smiling right back.
Getting lost in each other’s eyes. Gregory swallowed thickly. “Why do you always make it seem so easy?” He spoke. “What?” You answered with a smile. “Falling in love with you.” Gregory finished. Your lips parted with a slight shock. Gregory’s eyes lowering to your lips.
Taking another thick swallow. Your gaze wandered down too. Simultaneously leaning in. Nearing with anticipation. Smiling bashfully when Gregory lifted your hand up. Leaving a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
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