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• 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 & 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔰 (𝔐𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 & 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.)
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• ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱, 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔯𝔰!
•ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔰.
• More historical accuracy
”ℋave you heard darling? The viscount is looking for a wife? Ah! Finally, he’s decided he no longer wants to be a rake.” Your mother whispers harshly to your father as she had a tight grip on Lady Whistledown’s papers. “Shhh! Not so loud darling, our dear {name} could be hearing, we both know she says what she hears.” Your father warns his wife, you were just on the floor, playing with marbles as your pet cat ‘Hydrangea’ judge every wrong move you made with the marbles. She heard of the Bridgertons, everyone knows who they are, their money, connections, getting away with things, something her mother will always said.
Your mother never liked the Bridgertons, she always says there’s something off about them. Especially the oldest, she always says there’s something definitely off with him. Always wearing dark clothings as if he always participates in funerals, “Why can’t he wear something more colorful?” Your mother will said. “Is he scared he’ll stain it with something very noticeable?” She’ll continue, you were warn not to be around them. They forbid it. It doesn’t affect you really, you usually spend time with other ladies of the ton. Yapping about your marble collection, and the pretty water colors some handsome red coat gifted you which you never saw him again.
Though things like that, with the water colors, or the marbles are the least of your worries. Though lady Whistledown covers what’s happening in London, you were more worried about the war that was happening, could that perhaps explain why that handsome red coat hasn’t return? Was he killed in battle? Die of illness? You didn’t wanna think about it. The newspapers talking about Napoleon, how’s he’s gaining more power as the day went by, you started to think the worse, he’s gonna invade England. Asking your mother such ‘silly’ questions. Until she eventually gets irritated.
“My dear {name} are you a soldier?”
“No..”
“Then stop worrying so much, you should worried about something that isn’t a problem. The English has the most powerful navy in the world, they are protecting us from that little man. If he was gonna invade us, he’s gonna die trying.” Your mother’s words calm you down, a bit. You just hated to see more and more men not returning home.
“You are very so kind, Miss {last name}, my boy is doing just fine. He’s returning next week, I’ll let him know you were worried about his health. I’m sure he’ll be very grateful. You are quite a baggage my dear.” Lady Brown, an older lady says to you during an art exhibition. The Brown’s son was fighting in the navy and you were worried about him. You never ever spoken to sir Brown but what you said? You’re just too pure for this world.
“That’s very good to hear, Lady Brown. I’m just so worried for anyone who went to go fight for our country. I couldn’t help but worry about your son. When he does return, please tell him. I wish him nothing but good health.” You meant your words, Lady Brown and her husband was slightly off guard by your kindness. Lady Brown recovers and nodded. “Of course.” She said, you bow which they gladly return before walking off. Your parents were looking over at a painting of Lady Grey’s execution.
”Mama. Why are you looking at something so negative? Why don’t we look at something more easy to the eye.” You said, as you looked at the large painting.
“What an earth are you talking about? This is a masterpiece. This really shows how we shouldn’t be going through all this trouble for power. It leads to our downfall.” Your mother said, a slight smile on her face as she study the painting.
“Or something that’s completely out of someone’s control, and they get punished for it.” You said, your mother gives a glare, you sightly frown at her glare. She turns back and looked around and then her head immediately snapped back to the painting as if she saw something she didn’t wanted to see.
“Mama—“ You were cut off. “Shhh! Look at the painting, those pretty Bridgertons are here. I thought they weren’t coming.” She hisses, you took a peek, as the large family came in the art exhibition. Few of the ton already looking at them. You looked down at your silk white gown, playing with your red shawl around your arms. Refusing to look at the painting and what’s behind you.
“Look at the painting girl!” Your mother demanded. “Mama, this isn’t very a pleasant to look at. Why can’t we look at something else that doesn’t involve a young woman’s head getting cut off..?” You mutter, your mother looked ahead from you, seeing a painting all the way down the hall, away from them… she hums. She grabs your shoulder and started to drag you along until a voice.
“Pardon.” it sounded sharp, and it sounded like it was expected to be obeyed. You and your mother froze. Your mother looked first and then you. The viscount, Anthony Bridgerton. Standing right behind them. Wearing a black coat, the tan trousers and black boots, his top hat on, and holding on to a cane. He looked at your mother before looking at you. His pupils gotten slightly bigger as if he found something he was looking for.
“I believe we never got a chance to properly greet each other.” He says, his tone was sharp, as if he knew they were trying to escape his family. “O-Oh yes, it appears we haven’t.” Your mother turns to face him, dragging you along. Your mother bows and you followed. He smiled. “Now, let’s handle this like mature adults.” He said, he sounded a bit pissed off. Your mother looked at him, a bit embarrassed that she was technically call out for her behavior.
You wanted to disappear. “Ah! I’m so sorry my lord— I didn’t mean to offended you, nor your family. It’s just— You are such a Beau my lord. You are so popular among the ton, and especially since you are looking for a wife. We didn’t think that you’ll wanna speak with us.” Your mother said, you keep looking back at the pretty painting that was waiting to be seen.
“I’m very flattered by that Lady {last name} but I assure you that my popularity isn’t stopping me from speaking to what you technically call yourself lower incomes.” He said, you can feel him looking over at you. Your mother just frowns at his daring insult.“I’m quite interested in speaking with your daughter. I would like to call upon her.” He said.
“NO—“ Your mother stops herself and laughs nervously. “My daughter is recovering from the flu my lord, I’m sure you wouldn’t wanna catch such a terrible disease.” She laughs, stepping in front of you, as if she’s guarding you. A side you never seen in her.
“My lord—“ you cut off your mother. “Mama, I’m fine. I don’t see any harm. I promise I won’t go far from your view. I really want to go see the other more.. positive paintings.” You said, your mother looked at you as if you just told her you were ankled.
“Very well, behave, and please don’t do anything stupid.” She forced herself to let you go as you gotten closer to Anthony. He wrap his arms around yours. Before he started to walk away with you as your mother cringe at the sight. Thinking of the worse scenarios, but staying put.
“I do hope your stay in London is well.” Anthony said, breaking the silence. “It’s well, it’s a lot different than Bath. I do love the cherry blossoms, they’re so pretty. I like to come outside and paint the trees in my book.” You said, memorizing the moment.
Since that day, you were told not to speak to him. Your mother crying out to your father of how the viscount saw you as if you were prey. “Did you just see the way how he looked at her? It’s like a greedy Greek god looking over at a woman! It’s horrible! My dear {name} is gonna get eaten alive.” Your mother cries out, wiping her fake tears with her handkerchief. You frown upon her words. What nonsense is she speaking about.
‘She’s overreacting.’ You thought, you trying to hit a marble but missed. Hydrangea stare down at you, licking her paw as you frown at her judgement. “Even a cat is judging me.” You mutter to yourself. You got up and dust off your pink day dress and walk over to the window of your bedroom. Looking below Mayfair, seeing the people pass by.
“Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, smiles awake you when you rise.” You snag, you continue to sing the century old song. As you walked away from the window.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your mother’s screaming. You immediately rolled off bed. Falling on the ground when you gotten tangled around the sheets, and then falling again. You kick the sheets away, before rushing out the door. “Mama! What has happened?!” You hurried. Seeing your mother on the couch. Screaming at lady Whistledown’s paper.
Your father trying to calm down your mother, your mother lead against the chair, nearly passing out. Your father snatches the lady Whistledown paper. He began to read it. “Papa please! What does it said?” You trying taking a peek but his height made it hard to see.
“Dearest gentle reader, it seems that the viscount is taking interest in Miss {last name} during the art exhibition last night. It’s not something out of kindness but for pure intentions. Does our beloved viscount have something for a quiet young girl..?” Your father made a confused look, you stare at the nearest window. Your hair a mess and you can feel a bruise forming from that fall.
“I didn’t she’s gonna write about something so, non issue…” you mutter, your mother snap her head at you. “Of course she’s gonna write about it you baggage girl!” She cries out, you frown. “Mama I didn’t know lady Whistledown was gonna be attending.”
“Use your brain! Use your brain! Of course she’s gonna be attending! No one knows who she is! She can be anyone! ANYONE! She could be one of those pretty Bridgertons!” Your mother cries, you just stare at her, saying nothing.
A butler appeared around the corner and hesitantly gave your parents a note from the trait. Your mother immediately takes it and rips it open with a butter knife. She started to read the invitation. “Lady Danbury? She finally recognized us.” Your mother says as if she’s offended by that letter. “Shes invited us for dinner tonight, private.”
“It better not be anything stupid.” She said, she finally noticed your appearance. “What are you still doing up dress like that? Go change.” She said, you sigh already exhausted but the switch of your mother’s attitude. You mutter to yourself as you made yourself back to your bedroom.
That afternoon you had very little time to spend since you were expected to be ready for dinner soon. But you do have a couple hours until you had to return home, coincidentally that day was the day the red coats return. It was like a parade, people cheering and waving their handkerchiefs at them. They marched with such professionalism, acting like they didn’t see heads falling, bodies flying and blood scattering. You try to be hopeful, trying to see if you’ll spot the gentleman you met so long ago.
You were being shoved around, dropped your bag in progress. You reach for it but a pair of hands grab it and pick it up. You looked up to see a red coat, it wasn’t the handsome one you met. But it was actually a friend of his, your eyes immediately brightened. Giving you more hope than ever that he’s alive.
“I’ve haven’t seen your face in a while, pretty lady.” He said, fixing his uniform. You wanted to hug him but couldn’t. But you smile warmly. “I’m so happy to see you’re okay! How have you been?” You asked. “Well, oh! I have someone I like you to met, he’s in the navy though, I’m not sure if you’ll know him, he was Greece for a bit. But he’s finally return.”
He grabs your hand, and pull you along through the large crowd as many love ones try to find their children, husbands, fathers or lovers in the wave of red coats. He stopped after being in a more less crowded area.
“Colin, look I want you to meet.” He said, you took a peek to see a handsome man in a dark blue navy uniform. He took off his hat and smiled, as if he recognized you. “Ah yes, you must be Miss {last name}, I’ve heard much about you.” He said.
“Of course, you’re quick popular in the military.” He says, you blush at his words. “O-Oh really? Wow, I’m quite flattered by that. Thank you.” You said. He handed you a new pack of water colors. You stare at it, before taking it. How did he..?
“I saw these in Greece and immediately thought of you.” He said.
“Watercolors? How did you know about the watercolors—“ you were cut off.
“By the sightless nature of the situation,” the other red coat said. You looked at them with confusion. You looked down at the pretty watercolors. You frown upon seeing them. It just reminds you of the handsome red coat.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Lady Danbury’s home, you wore a pale eau de Nil satin features the classic high-waisted, gathered with a square neckline. Short puff sleeves though you were a bit chilly. But your mother insist on you wearing the gown, it had a long fringed silk sash tied in a bow. With over the elbow opera gloves.
You enter the home, the butler lead your family into the dinner hall, before the doors open. You nearly trip on your own footsteps when you saw no other than the Bridgerton on the dinner table. You stare at them, not sure what to do. Before lady Danbury speaks up.
“Please, Miss {last name} take a seat, I have one just saved for you.” She points and you follow where her hand is, to see, it was next to Anthony. You hesitate and made your way towards the seat. An awkward silence followed, a butler helps you with your seat and you flop down. Before the butler push you into the table.
Your parents enter, the switch on your mother’s face when she saw the family but years of practice of a fake polite smile made it look like she was totally unbothered. They awkwardly took their seat. It was silence for all, you cover your face with a handkerchief trying not to laugh at this moment. You let out a small giggle, causing a warning glare from your mother.
“Now, I really do hope your journal was well.” Lady Danbury says. “Very well.” Your mother says, taking a huge sip of what seems to be wine. That small conversation was like a signal to eat, since everyone started to reach for the food. You hesitate sightly, but hunger move your body towards the large bowl of fresh, and hot mashed potatoes. As you served yourself, hearing a small talks around the table, you sat back down as your empty plate was now full.
“How have you been?” Anthony says, turning at eyes to you, his plate also full. You were too distracted getting your own food to noticed. “Oh, well. It’s been somewhat odd lately.” You confessed. “Has it?” He asked, you nodded. As you stuffed a spoon full of mashed potatoes into your mouth.
Your eyes sightly widened at the taste. Probably the best mashed potatoes you had in your life. You swallow it and turn your attention back to him. “I’ve met your brother.” You said, his eyebrows sightly lifted. “Have you?” He asked once again, you nodded. You stab your folk in the meat. “I didn’t know your brother was in the navy.” You said, watching him stab and cut through the meat so professionally…
“Yes, he’s been there for quite a while, for about a year. He’s only there for a good career and travels, he enjoys Greece a lot. He’s been to the Americans as well.” He said, that caught your interest. “The Americans? Thats pretty far, does he like it there as well?” You asked.
“He finds it alright, it’s basically the UK but with no royalties and pretty palaces.” He said, you hum at his response. “How have you been?” You finally asked. He looked at you, you two stare at each other longer than necessary. It made you feel uneasy for some reason.
“I’ve been very well, this season has been very stressful since my mother wants me to find a wife, unfortunately the woman I want has a few walls I need to break down.” He said, aw how sweet, he’s willing to push and sneak approval from the woman’s parents. You jump at the sudden thud of a cup falling on the table, sight gasp from everyone.
“Benedict dear.” Violet says, as Benedict covered his face, and giggle at his accident.
Your mother “accidentally” drops a napkin, she bend over looking underneath the table, to see Anthony playing with your ribbon. Your knees touching, her eyes widened. She immediately lifts her head up, bumping her head in process causing everyone to look at her.
She just laughs it off. She rubs where she got hit. “Silly me.” She says. She gives you a threatening glare, you were off guard. ‘What did I do?’ You thought. “Oh! Look at the time, we must get going—“ your mother says nervously.
“Nonsense, it’s only 7 o’clock.” Lady Danbury says, Anthony stood up and click his spoon on his cup. “A toast, shall we?” He said, looking down at you before to your mother. “To the woman, I love so dearly, and to the mother who’s in the way.” He said. Your father choked on his drink, you just sat there completely clueless.
“I’m so overjoyed about meeting the {last name} family, I really do we get to know each other soon next season.” He says, with a friendly smile on his face. “Or not.” He mutter the last part to himself. “Cheers for the moment we all soon memorize.” He says, rising a glass. Everyone else did as well.
“Cheers!” They all said, oh it was a night to remember.
You stare at your reflection at the water fountain, fixing your bonnet as you started to walk through the town. You looked down at the basket full of fruit you bought earlier from a costermonger. You have totally forgot to ask the red coat about him, the handsome one. You find the red coat speaking to a few ladies. You immediately approach him, he noticed you right away. He dismisses himself and walk over.
“Miss {last name} good to see you again.” He said, you smiled, bowing at him.
“Yes, it’s good to see you too. I wanted to ask, about your friend.” You said.
“Colin?” He asked, looking down at you, you nodded your head no.
“No, the friend you were with when I first you.” He frown upon your words, you felt uneasy.
“James.. was his name. Yes.” He pause. Before clearing his throat, and shaking his head. “He unfortunately.. passed away from a wound. It gotten infection and the doctors didn’t know how to cool down his fever.” You froze, the feeling of a emotion hits your chest as you also felt it on your throat.
Feeling your body beginning to create tears. “O-Oh...” You stare down at your basket, full with fruits, one pomegranate overpowering it all. You bite your lip, and nodded. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You said, he sighs. “I’m sorry, I thought you already knew.. I should’ve have clarified that earlier. You’re gonna be alright?”
You nodded at his question. “Yeah.. umm, see you later.” You bow and hurried away. When you were out of sight from anyone’s eyes you let out a choke sob. You sat down on a rock, putting down the basket, and opening your reticule. Finding the old, worn out water colors James had gifted you. You cry on them, making the dry watercolor wet. The new one left on the reticule forgotten as you sob in grief.
There’s days where you have odd days but they turn back to normal like any other else, but it wasn’t. Things haven’t been normal. During balls, or events you always catch Anthony looking over at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, during horse races, during tea time, during dinner, balls, etc. his stares were keeping you from going back to those normal days.
you started to feel a bit uneasy, every Bridgerton seems to talk to you, about something. You can’t walk away from their conversations even from your mother’s glares. It’ll be rude. But something deep down, the oldest was the one who wanted to speak to you the most. Showing desperation…
One afternoon was like any afternoon, the world was still moving. But something felt off about today, since you found about James’s death, you made a small grave. Not with his body of course. But pomegranates, flowers, and the watercolors. You refused to use them since it’s the only memory you have of him. When you place a new pomegranate on his grave, underneath a tree which had weird carves but it’s a something you know where his mini grave is.
When you turn away to leave the forest you heard soft sounds, you stopped and turn around, seeing a raccoon taking the pomegranate and running away. You gasp and drop your basket and reticule and ran after it.
“HEY!” You cried out. “That doesn’t belong you!” You cried out again, running through the woods falling deeper. Your bonnet nearly fall off, but the ribbon keeping it on your head. Struggling to run in your white gown. You fell and lost the raccoon. You grunt landing on the floor.
“Ow..” you mutter as you sat up and fix your bonnet and your dress, the black jacket seems unaffected from the fall. You pause and looked around. Oh no. You’re lost. Sticking around maybe isn’t gonna really do anything, so you walk through the woods falling deeper, or out of it. You can’t be for sure until you see the carved tree.
“Hello?” You call out, but stop realizing it wasn’t a good idea. Wait it’s England you don’t have crazy wild animals here. “HELLOOO!!” You cried out. Walking through the forest, stepping on branches, leaves, and bugs. By accident of course.
It’s okay, you’ll find a way.
Hours passed, and the sun started to set. Great.. just great, you started to panic. You couldn’t see anything. You started to get cold, and you never been so hungry in your life. Wishing you had a plate of mashed potatoes. You continue to walk, your arms in the air your only of light. It was only sun set but the large trees that cover the sun completely now.
It’s pitch black now, you found a tree and cuddle yourself as you shiver, your stomach growling from hunger.
‘Am I gonna die..?’ You thought, the thought made you colder than you already are. As you started to close your eyes, your eyes snap open, when you heard horse racing through your path. You immediately got and started waving and jumping like crazy. “Hey! Over here!” You call out.
The horse squeals, as it came to a stop. You couldn’t figure who was the man, the black top hat. But he brought the lantern to his face.
You mutter, he smiled at you..
“Now, now, don’t be frightened. I heard your cries from miles away. You must be so cold and hungry little one.” He said, getting off his horse. You nodded, immediately submitting to him.
“I’m never been so cold in my life my lord! I-I’m so hungry! I really really want mashed potatoes.!” You cry, tears coming down your cheeks. Letting all your desires go. He hums.
“I might have a small treat.” He said, going back to his horse, digging through his bag. “Ah! Here it is. A couple of biscuits.” He handed you a pretty box of fresh chocolate biscuit. Your mouth water, and you open it and began to eat it. You felt him putting a blanket around you. You finished the whole thing, still very hungry it was enough to give you some energy.
“I’m very sorry, my dear. But the drugs might make you a bit dizzy and sleepy.” He said.
“W-What.?” You mutter. Backing up a bit, he smiled, coming closer. “It’s the only way, once you wake up, you’ll have a big meal and warm bed. Mashed potatoes my darling..” He had a friendly smile, but his grip on your arms says otherwise. “Mashed potatoes.” He hugs you, tightly, smelling your neck, inhaling that as if your his air.
“I can smell you so far from here.. honey and milk.” He moans as if it brings him pleasure. “I’ll put you where you truly belong.” You wanted to run but couldn’t the drug started to get to you. Your body getting weaker, you struggle to keep your eyes open. A headache fills you, it felt like it can only go away when you just… sleep.
The sound of a fire nearby, keeping you warm. But you were already warm. Too warm. Your eyes slowly open. Your bonnet still on, sweat on you, your white gown cover in dirt from the bottom of the dress. You see Benedict near the fire place. He sat on a stool. He was sipping tea, he pause when he felt your caution.
He snap his head back to you, you immediately close your eyes, your eyebrows twitch as you heard muffled conversations, footsteps, getting further away. You hesitated but open your eyes again. He was gone. You try getting up but fell off the couch.
You turn and see your hands and legs tie together, you move like a caterpillar towards the fire place. Bringing your wrists towards the fire, minutes later, you let out a sharp squeal when the fire reaches your skin, you flinch away and the robes broke apart. You looked down to see 3rd degree burn around your wrists. You cry in pain but bite your lip.
You forced your legs, your boots saving your ankles from the fire, the robes broke apart. You looked down, your nice boots now burn and ruin. You crawl towards the table, the pomegranate you had for James was cut open on the table, you saw a pear and took a bite, placing the pear on the burns.
The once hot tea now cold, you grab a handkerchiefs on the table and dump it in the open kettle, letting it soak. You grab a bottle of wine and pour it down your each of your wrists. You cry out in pain. You hurried to the handkerchief and wrap it around your wrist. The cold tea around your wrist made you sigh in pain relief.
You looked around, the dark room of what seems to be the Bridgerton home. You stood up, the large painting of Violet and her late husband up above the fire place. You needed to get out of here. Looked out the window, second floor. Just your luck, you looked at the close door, reach for it, and try to open it. It was locked.
Double your luck, you take a peek out the window again, a bunches around the home, hyacinth bunches, soft enough to not kill you. You hope, either that or stay here and who knows what’s gonna happened. You whine as your injured wrist use the rest of your strength to open the window. The huge gush of wind hits your face feels somewhat good on your burn wrists.
You looked back and then just jump, falling on top the bunches. You landed on a grunt. You touched your body, you’re alive, no bone broken, you looked up and didn’t hesitate to run out, squeezing out of the gates and running off, passing through many people.
“Ow! Watch where you’re going young lady!” One older man cries out, you bump into many people out for the evening walk. People already retiring for the night. Heading back to their homes unaware what you are going through right now. Your wrists limp from the burns, you hold on to them as you ran through Mayfair.
The sound of your doors burst open as you ran into your family home. You were shaking, tears on your cheek. The lights were off you can barely make out anything. The only thing providing light was the moon above shining through the windows. “MAMA!” You sob, running up the stairs of your home. “MAMA!” You cry again.
You ran into the tea room to see your mother sitting on an arm chair away from you, near the fire place.
”Mama!—“ you sobs, wiping your tears. “Why— why weren’t you answering me!? Mama!” You cry. “I shouldn’t have to listen you! I shouldn’t have stay away and avoid him! It’s all my fault mama!” You cry, looking down at your wrists. “Look what has happened to my wrists! I’m hurting mama! I’m hurt!” You cry, you continue to sob.
You expect to hear your mother’s “I told you” scolds, or concerns. But nothing, she continues to stare at the fire place. The sound of the fire cracking through the dead of the night. “Mama..?” You sniffle and walk closer to the arm chair. You come closer, and saw something on the floor.
Your father, on the floor, blood around him, he’s dead. You scream and cover your mouth, you turn to your mother, she’s dead. A bullet to her head took her out immediately. You let out a horror scream, you hold on to the chair, making it move and causing your lifeless mother fall on top of your father. You let out an emotional scream.
Covering your mouth and backing up, hitting something behind you. Or someone, you slowly turn around. To see him.
“Lord Bridgerton..?” You mutter weakly, his gloved hands cover in blood. “Why don’t you understand?” He says. Looking down at you, the fireplace only shines and stop to his chin, you can’t see his whole face. You back up.
“Why can’t you understand that we’re meant to be together? You’ll make such a pretty Bridgerton..” he says, your stomach drops. “Viscountess Bridgerton,” he corrects himself, walking closer towards you. “You have stung me with your beauty and pureness, you poison me. Your sting is still within me and it’s killing me slowly.” He says.
“What..” you mutter out, having no words. “A year ago. I saw you in the forests, picking flowers. You stung me that day. I knew that was the day me you and were destined for each other. But you can’t see that, cause you are nothing but a native, young , stubborn and stupid girl. You think you have the right to wandering around in society, when you were supposed to be beside me, beside me!” He raised his voice, you flinch at that.
“My darling, my beautiful, beautiful wife. Your parents were in the way. I knew they despise my family, my background everything that involves the color blue and purple.” He traps you between the armchair and himself. His bloody gloved hands touch your cheek, you tremble underneath his touch. Your pupils grew bigger as he can see his reflection through your eyes.
“Y-You kill my parents..” you tremble underneath him. “I know, but they were in the way. They were planning to take you to bath. I can’t.. I can’t let that happen.” He said with a shaken expression. “I rather shoot you in the woods than letting you marry anyone else but me.” He said, you try to escape his grasp, the smell of your own parent’s blood made you gag.
His grip on tighten, he kisses you, slams his lips against yours. He pulls away and smell your hair, groaning as he does, looking back at you. “You are the object of my desires. You’ll never be so far, because I’ll always be ready to get you. No matter how many times you run, scream and beg. You have to pay for your consequences.”
“After all, who’s gonna believe you? A lower income family or a wealthy and respected family who has strong connections?”
“…” you didn’t answer. “My love, you are my bee, my beautiful honey bee. My very very, pretty Bridgerton.” He laughs, echoing in the room as you just stare at the man who just change your life in one entire day.
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(𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝒾𝒹𝓀, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 😒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓉𝒽𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒪𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓎𝑒𝑒𝑒 )
