Simon Basset & Edwina Sharma

indie RP blog for Simon Basset, duke of Hastings, and miss Edwina Sharma from Bridgerton

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Trembling hand went to his site, pressing down onto the spot where warm liquid spilled from. The pain was blinding hot. He looked after the man retreating quickly, running off, probably to save himself from what surely would follow: being caught and charged withwhat he had just done: Commited a crime. The question as just how bad it was. He couldn’t judge.

His knees finally gave in. He fell to his knees and forward. He managed to catch himself on his elbow, but even his arms trambled way too much. He gave in, letting himself slide to the ground, hand once more slipping onto the wound. He heard a familiar voice. Simon. Good.

“Daphne and Augie…you must have them guarded,” he pressed out between gritted teeth. “He might come for them.” Having him them guarded was one thing, but there was something else. “She can’t see me like this… she…she’d be reminded of father. She…shield her.”

Several other men had joined them outside now, coming to their aid, Anthonys aid, one of them calling for a maid to bring out cloth for starters to stop the blooding. Keeping pressure on the wound with just his hand would do only so much, and Simon would be damned if he let his best friend and brother-in-law die right then and there from bleeding out. And yet, he was concerned from Anthonys words.

For a few short moments, the duke of Hastings glanced back inside to Daphne, who was still consoling Augie. While the plea made little sense to him at that point, though he knew Anthony wouldn’t ask of him to do so without valid reason. He had no reason to doubt him.

Excusing himself, he quickly moved to Daphne, strategically placing himself between her and what was going on outside on the terrace to shield her view as he led her outside the ball room and to their bedroom, instructing her to lock the door and open only when he’d be back, resorting to that rather than anything else considering he didn’t have guards. It was something should perhaps invest in, given how things played out.

Swiftly, he returned downstairs, where he found they moved Anthony inside and were already tending to his wound. The staff was scared, the guests as well, though it was under control for now, so he instructed the staff to direct the guests to the adjoined room while Anthony was taken care of, and to call for a doctor immediately.

“Who did this to you?” He asked as he joined him once again. “How are Daphne and Augie in danger from this?”

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Anthony stood outside, overlooking the gardens of the large estate his sister now managed as well as her newborn son. It was actually why he was here. With the duke and duchess here, the young earl - a title little Augie inherited from his father - took up most of the Duke’s and Duchesses attention, rightfully so. While their mother had to return to London to care for their siblings, Anthony had no immediate duties he had to tend to beyond the ledgers and those could wait or taken care of by Benedict or sent along.

He had joined his sister and his best friend in their new home for one reason alone: Help in the one way he knew how to help: take the running of the estate and dukedom out of their hands so they were free to focus on their son entirely.

He had also been the one to organize the party this evening where the people of the immediate cities and ton would be hosted at the estate to  celebrate the arrival of the new little earl, now that he was old enough to endure as many visitors.

He was the only one who excused himself outside at that very moment, with a glass of wine in his hands, he just wanted a bit of fresh air, until he saw a figure approaching.

“Berbrooke?” he asked incredulously. He certainly had not received an invitation and he had no intention of letthing him into the party to upset the young mother and his nephew. 

“We have a score to settle, Bridgerton. You’re as good as any.” A score? That was impossible. He had a scandal to thank for being sent out of London and losing any hope of finding a wife in the ton. It was his own fault. He came closer.

“I will be happy to…” Anthony froze as Berbrooke got up close and he suddenly felt a pistol pressed to his side. “Have you no ho-” this time he was cut off by the loud bang of a gun being shot and the blinding pain errupting in his side. 

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Things had been quite busy at Cliveden ever since the arrival of young Augie. While Daphne had managed her duties as duchess and mother alike, Simon was the one struggling. Fatherhood was new to him, not to mention that managing the estates ledger and papers was still very much consuming him on a daily basis. Whatever matter he had taken care of, it appeared as though several more appeared, just consuming him and his time he had and would have rather spend with his wife and son.

Luckily his best friend had joined them and took a huge burden off both their shoulders, so they could fully turn their attention to Augie. In all fairness, Anthony was truly a life saver at that point - The much needed help with the ledgers, even advice on how to be a father to Augie, considering Anthony practically raised his younger siblings. It was all coming together nicely. Anthony even arranged a party in Augie’s honour to introduce him to society as the still very much little earl of Hastings.

As the party was in full swing, Simon for once never left Daphne’s side, but proudly stood by her, occasionally taking Augie from her to proudly show him off to everybody around. The baby was very much entertained by everything and everybody going on in the room, all until a gunshot rang through the night. The guests gasped, the string quartet stopped playing and Augie started crying. 

Simon set his eyes outside, seeing a figure fall to the ground in the candlelight coming from the grand hall, and another one fleeing the scene. He wasted no second before rushing out, finding the figure in question laying on the ground to be no other than Anthony. 

“Bridgerton!” He exclaimed and knelt down next to him.