the canvas wasnt supposed to be so wide but i posted this on insta too and insta messed up the size really badly so i had to give it a 3:4 aspect ratio
also ive been rendering for like 3 hours straight while listening to mack daddy (idol producer)
benedict bridgerton x princess reader — slight anthony x reader. slight colin x reader.
series summary. the princess is in desperate need to sponsor a successful season in order for freedom to come her way. and benedict bridgerton would do anything to please her highness.
WC. 500+ | warnings. none.
A/N. so sorry for being so late :( uni is so so hectic. i’ll update every friday from now on it’s only fair!! if you have any thoughts, etc, i’d love to know! i do have some requests i’m writing rn, but i love seeing them either way. enjoy!! and remember english is my second language, please be easy with the critique 😞😞.
“It is beyond unfair how stuck in life I am despite all I own, mama.” The princess whined, her hands fiddling with the ruffle that lay beneath her waist on her dress, jaw clenched in disdain.
Queen Charlotte’s eyes rolled, a sense of annoyance creeping into her. “You do not speak to me as such, I am your Queen.”
“You are also my mother!”
Silence traced through the walls of the dining hall; Lady Danbury’s awkward coughing did nothing to lessen the tension floating between the pair. Y/N’s hands were balled into fists, and the corset entwined into her dress was suffocating her beyond means.
“All I ask for is a chance to prove myself mama,” her voice was shaky, and she was unsure if the softening of her mother’s eyes were a part of her wild imagination. “I am not glass, and if you give me a sense of freedom, I will show you so!”
It was a momentary silence that had her heartbeat escalating, the gulp emitting her throat embarrassingly loud.
“Well.” Y/N’s eyes widened, her mother’s voice stern, yet a gentle trace followed through. “You may do as you please, your nagging does no good for your voice, it is also quite infuriating.”
“Well?”
“Well, if you insist, I suppose a deal could be made.”
Lady Danbury’s brows raised, and Y/N stood up from her chair, chest heaving from her previous rant. “Which is?”
Her mother leaned back, blinking once, twice, before speaking gradually. “Sponsor the upcoming season. I need a diamond as the people expect, and a successful one at that. I cannot be deemed faulty.”
The princess shook her head in disbelief, pushing her chair back and walking closer to where her mother smugly sat. “That is, it? After years of begging, that is all I am required to do?”
“Yes,” The queen swatted her hands in the air, to where her daughter stood, “Do not make me change my mind.”
Y/N smiled, a large gleaming smile. She clapped her hands enthusiastically, a soft, un lady-like giggle escaping her in a moment of excitement. “You underestimate me, mama. You shall have a happily wed diamond by the end of the season- if not before.”
The hurried noise of her steps gradually fainted as Y/N ran out, parts of her dress bunched up between her fists. Her smile was blinding, biting her bottom lip so hard she was sure it was bruising. She could not wait to tell her maid, Lydia, of it all, completely ignoring the warning signs blaring through her head on how her mother’s acceptance has come with incredible ease. Unlike before.
Lady Danbury’s face contorted to one of confusion, staring at the queen with a hesitant expression. “Not to question your decisions, your majesty, but I cannot help but wonder why you have come to agree this time, in comparison to the others?”
Queen Charlotte’s smirk was very faintly, yet visible enough to raise concern, “Do you think of me a fool, Lady Danbury? You are to be following her every move in hopes that it does not go the way she anticipates. Her coming of age does not take away her title as my youngest child, she is far too immature to be put out there in a serious manner.”
“If my goal is to ensure that her part of the deal fails, then it is what I will do, your majesty.”
Truly, It was beyond tragic how quickly news spread, and it was only a moment of running peace before Benedict Bridgeton has come to know of the princess’ role in the upcoming season. No longer was he a man whose eyes rolled at the thought of marriage. But a man who spent his days with an erratic heart, and fantasises of her royal highness plaguing his train thoughts.
Cheezbot are you real :( first ever follower who only reblogs random art with no distinct fandom preference?
Cheezbot my beloved who never likes my posts or interacts but is a constant pillar of support simply by being???
Are you merely a construct of the Ai overlords, my love? My friend, my companion in my darkest of days??? Have you ever contained a soul of consciousness within you- a heart that beats, a mind to conjure such simple songs of innocent serenity and cheese?
I await your steadfast reply, my heart, my breath, my blood. May this find you well and in good spirits, and may your sweetly whispered reply not be lost to the winds like the words of long estranged lovers separated by valleys nearly as deep as my love for you.
-Yours, Cheeto.