& @beauregared
The was no living soul, man or woman, whom Bridget loved so well as her brother. It was his smile that had greeted her when she awoke in her cradle, his arms into which she took her first steps, his name the first distinguishable word to cross her lips. Never was a brother so adored by his sister, of this she was certain, though her aunts' love for her father might prove a close second. Despite their age difference and scattered years of time apart throughout their childhood and early adulthood, Beau remained the single most important figure in Bridget's life and was not remotely capable of doing any wrong. He sought to be her guiding light, but indulged her chatter and antics with more patience than he ought to possess.
As Groom of the Stool, Beau had the honor of living in close proximity to the king, which might have made seeing him more difficult if one did not have the tenacity of Bridget Parr. The guards in this wing of the palace knew the lady upon sight, and so removed any obstacle to her entering as soon as her blonde head was spotted rounding the corner. This afternoon, she offered her signature smile and nodded slightly, then pushed open the door to her brothers chambers before either gentleman could do it for her. When the door latched behind her, Bridget made a beeline for her brother's bed, making herself comfortable amongst the pillows as if she were a small child again. "Pray, brother, what news have you? Please regale me with some entertainment; I adore dear little cousin Cathy, but I am starved for real conversation. Her dolls do nothing but fuss over their dresses."
