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When all is said and done nothing else matters.
themotherviolet
indie Violet Bridgerton rp
Sub blog of auntie-zee
themotherviolet:
“Lady Danbury would never have offered up that reward if she was. People would start sniffing around too much.” It was not one of her own children that much Violet was sure of. It was a woman she was fairly certain but only because whoever it was paid far too much attention to clothing.
“Someone is going to find out sooner or later. Someone who needs that reward money badly enough,” Peoople lost fortunes every day- it wouldn’t be enough money to keep anyone afloat forever but it it was enough for a while at least. “Or Hyacinth… it’s all she ever talks about at itmes. I’ve already threatened to banish her back to Aubrey Hall or to Benedict’s house after your wedding if she doesn’t stop theorizing at the supper table.”
Well Aubrey Hall… Benedict and Sophie were too busy with activitites not approriate for a little sister.
A pit of fear grew in her stomach at Violet’s assertion that the identity of Whistledown would be discovered eventually. Colin certainly thought so, if his anger was any indication. She could not let Cressida have the credit though. If anyone else had come forward as Whistledown, she would not have minded as much, but Cressida was different.
“Will the threat of being banished to Aubrey Hall be enough of a deterrent for Hyacinth?” She asked curiously, having become even more familiar with the youngest Bridgerton’s temperament due to her sister’s friendship with her. “To be honest, reward money or not, I’m not entirely sure why people care so terribly much. She’s retired now, after all.”
"Given what she's said about everyone in Ton over the past years I doubt some people," Hyacinth for one, "will ever give up trying to find out who she is." There wasn't a soul who hadn't had some scathing remark said about them at one point or another. That was part of the problem. Whoever it was had clearly said something about themself to try and keep their secret.
"She thinks if she's sent to the country she won't have to do lessons," Daphne was the only Bridgerton girl who had ever really taken to any of the more female accomplishments. The rest of them muddled through it more or less. . . and then there was the fact Eloise could shoot.
That was horrifying.
"She forgets her governess will go with her even if I won't until after the season."
themotherviolet:
“Outright telling Anthony that I disagree with him will do no one any good.” Even when one was on good terms with a man flat out telling him he was wrong rarely helped the situation. “He thinks he’s doing what’s best for you, and for all of us. We simply have to convince him otherwise.” The girl needed a husband but it was not going to be Nigel Berbrook. “If needs be you can have another season next year, there’s nothing to say you can only have one. Heavens know if I hadn’t met your father when I did I probably would have.” At least she’d had the excuse of a war taking well over half the eligible men in England. The nonsense with Napoelon wasn’t quite as bad as it had been when the Colonies decided to rebel.
Violet had no doubt Anthony thought he had their best interests at heart but he was going around everything the wrong way.
“Your father and I ar- were hardly a conventianl match, dearest.” Her own mother had begged her to refuse him and marry someone else- someone older specifically. Someone who’d already inherited his title. It hadn’t been until well after Daphne’s birth Edmund had inherited his. “I very much doubt you want a man tossing a plate of flour at you in an attempt to tell you he fancies you now do you?” Anthony had been nearly eight before she’d told any of them that story. “I would never want anything less for any of you, Daphene, or any of your brothers and sisters.”
The position Anthony had been thrown in at eighteen was unfair to them all. “You won’t marry Lord Berbrook, and your brother will settle down with a girl of his own in due time. Finding you a proper husband is the first problem.”
And then the next Viscountess Bridgerton.
Daphne sighed again and closed her eyes a moment, she needed to think up something to get Anthony and Lord Berbrook off her back.
“Anthony seems set on him, despite his wondering hands and Lips.” She muttered to herself.
“Perhaps, but I am sure Anthony would wish to marry me off to that man, before the thought of a second season would ever come to his mind.”
She felt like she had everyone watching her, calling her the diamond of the season put a lot of pressure on her to be sure she was desirable and married off that season. Why did she have to be so “Flawless.”
Part of her wondered if she should tell Anthony what the man had tried, see if that would make him think differently to the Lord, but then, Anthony was so stubborn, he would probably tell her she NEEDED to marry him then, or not believe her.
It was not an easy situation to be in.
And she knew that Anthony had a lot of weight on his own shoulders also, inheriting the Bridgerton title at a young age, and feeling he was responsible for the whole family. But wouldn’t he rather see his sister happy, then forced into a marriage with a man who was, in her opinion, Vile?
“There has to be something we can do, perhaps without pointing it out to Anthony, that this is not a good match. Don’t we women have ways to… persuade men, and make them think it is their own decision, and not the plotting of women?” She asked. She was sure she had read that in one of her books.
Wandering hands. . . “Lord Berbrook hasn't done anything has he? He hasn't touched you?” Lord forbid that was the case they'd never get out of any of this if he'd compromised her. Even the best tricks couldn't save the girl from that.
“Do you honestly think I'm going to let your brother give you- any of you- away without so much as a second thought?” Anthony had little to do with his siblings day to day lives for the most part.; He'd left it to her for the most part. That particular arrangment had worked out well for them all. In the beginning he'd been busy with school- he'd had no time to play the father to a number of younger siblings. After that it'd been habit more than anything. “He's not half so wordly as he thinks he is.”
He didn't know half so much about love. . . or marriage. “I've been managing him longer than you've been alive, dearest.” Anthony was more like his father than he knew. This whole match with that awful man wouldn't go anywhere. She'd make sure of that. “I've known his mother,” at least in passing anyway, “longer than all three of you have been alive.”
themotherviolet:
“I highly doubt it.” The girl would just be on the hunt for another husband soon if she wasn’t already.
Young widows rarely stayed that way for long unless they wanted to. Cressida didn’t have any children so her money and her property that remained in her own name would remain just that- unless she chose to take another husband.
Whistledown had enough freedom to go unnoticed by the whole of London. “Whoever Lady Whistledown is wouldn’t have reveled herself in public like that. She’s too much to lose if anyone ever really does figure out who she is. Even Lady Twombley couldn’t need money that badly.” Viole therself was rather convinced it was someone more along the lines of Lady Danbury, but Lady Danbury herself didn’t make any sense.
She spoke her mind more than anyone else.e
“All the talk of Lady Whistledown being a maid is nonsense, she’s one of us.”
“I have to agree with you there,” Penelope nodded her head at Violet’s analysis. “Even without that as a consideration, Whistledown has been far too… kind for it to have been Lady Twombley.” She grimaced in remembrance of how Cressida had always treated her. She did wish she could have seen the look on her adversary’s face when she heard the news about her engagement to Colin.
At least she’d have the Engagement Ball to look forward to. It may have been slightly petty of her, but she couldn’t help herself. The mention of having too much to lose did make her nervous, but she hadn’t made a mistake in the eleven years she had been writing. Colin finding out had been a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, one which, she had to admit, she didn’t mind.
Even if he was still upset with her over it.She sighed before placing down her teacup. “I still say it could be Lady Danbury. Not that it matters really. I doubt we’ll ever really know.”
"Lady Danbury would never have offered up that reward if she was. People would start sniffing around too much." It was not one of her own children that much Violet was sure of. It was a woman she was fairly certain but only because whoever it was paid far too much attention to clothing.
"Someone is going to find out sooner or later. Someone who needs that reward money badly enough," Peoople lost fortunes every day- it wouldn't be enough money to keep anyone afloat forever but it it was enough for a while at least. "Or Hyacinth. . . it's all she ever talks about at itmes. I've already threatened to banish her back to Aubrey Hall or to Benedict's house after your wedding if she doesn't stop theorizing at the supper table."
Well Aubrey Hall. . . Benedict and Sophie were too busy with activitites not approriate for a little sister.
The thing I didn't know I needed in Bridgerton season two: Kate in pants + Eloise "BUT I WANT PANTS"
Deleted scenes from Matchmaking Mr Bridgerton
Kate: why are you both never concerned that Colin will compromise a lady?
Anthony: honestly, we could lock Colin in a drawing room with an unmarried lady and a roasted chicken and Colin would probably only pounce on the roasted chicken
Violet: unless the woman in question was Penelope Featherington wearing a flattering dress.
Anthony: At which point we avert out eyes, offer congratulations and pretend we didn't hear anything.
Bonus:
Kate: that sound like a plan you both have discussed extensively
Violet: that's only plan A. wait until you hear about plan B, plan C and plan D.
Anthony: Plan W requires pushing lady Featherington into the serpentine to give Colin and Penelope time alone together.
Violet: Anthony is rather attached to plan W.
themotherviolet:
Violet stabbed the fabric with more force than was strictly necessary. “When did I say I agreed with a word your brother said, dearest?” None of this was what she’d meant when she’d talked to him. Not in the least. “If your father was alive it wouldn’t be much different,” Well she liked to think Edmund wouldn’t have jumped straight to the idea of a totally arranged match.
After what they’d been to each other…
“Daphne, what makes you think he listens to me?” That boy hadn’t listened to a thing she’d since he graduated Cambridge. It wasn’t as if she’d spent eighteen years as the viscountess and then the entire time he’d been studying the university she’d run the estates herself while he finished his studies. “You know how stubborn he can be.” In some respects her children were entirely too much like her for all they looked like their father.
“Hyacinth isn’t the only one of you with a stubborn streak.”
“But you haven’t exactly said you disagree with him either.” Daphne pointed out to her mother.
She turned her head to look at her. She loved her mother dearly, she really did, she just wished that she could somehow make Anthony see that this arrangement was not a god one.
As Violet spoke of her husband, Daphnes father, she felt that pain deep down. She may of been young when they lost him, but that didn’t stop her thinking daily about her father.
“I want what you and Father had.” She breathed softly, holding back tears.
“You and Father loved each other dearly, I just want to have the chance to find something like that… and this… this arrangement…. He is not a good man mother, I will never love him, I will never have that.” She said quietly.
“Why Can’t Anthony see that? Surely he would want what you and Father had too.”
"Outright telling Anthony that I disagree with him will do no one any good." Even when one was on good terms with a man flat out telling him he was wrong rarely helped the situation. "He thinks he's doing what's best for you, and for all of us. We simply have to convince him otherwise." The girl needed a husband but it was not going to be Nigel Berbrook. "If needs be you can have another season next year, there's nothing to say you can only have one. Heavens know if I hadn't met your father when I did I probably would have." At least she'd had the excuse of a war taking well over half the eligible men in England. The nonsense with Napoelon wasn't quite as bad as it had been when the Colonies decided to rebel.
Violet had no doubt Anthony thought he had their best interests at heart but he was going around everything the wrong way.
"Your father and I ar- were hardly a conventianl match, dearest." Her own mother had begged her to refuse him and marry someone else- someone older specifically. Someone who'd already inherited his title. It hadn't been until well after Daphne's birth Edmund had inherited his. "I very much doubt you want a man tossing a plate of flour at you in an attempt to tell you he fancies you now do you?" Anthony had been nearly eight before she'd told any of them that story. "I would never want anything less for any of you, Daphene, or any of your brothers and sisters."
The position Anthony had been thrown in at eighteen was unfair to them all. "You won't marry Lord Berbrook, and your brother will settle down with a girl of his own in due time. Finding you a proper husband is the first problem."
And then the next Viscountess Bridgerton.
themotherviolet:
“Elosie can’t keep a secret from anyone.” Very little stayed a secret either at Bridgerton House or Number 5 regardless of who was trying to keep that secret. It was simply the nature of so large a family. Benedict and Sophie were the only ones with any real sense of privacy.
Colin was a good boy… for all he drove her as mad as his brothers did on a regular basis. “No one in their right mind would believe Elosie is Lady Whistledown. I doubt she could keep quiet long enough to learn half the things that woman somehow finds out about all of us.” With her own brood it was more mothers instinct than anything but it simply couldn’t be any one of the eight of them. Now if Hyacinth was a bit older- it would be a totally different story.
Were ages irrelevant in this entire debacle Hyacinth and Colin himself were the two who would have topped her own list of suspects.
“If whoever it is has hidden her or himself this long I highly doubt they’ll be found out.”
“That is true,” Penelope couldn’t help but agree with the assessment of her closest friend. It was easy for her to tell when Eloise had learned something, as the brunette seemed to dance in her chair. It was a fact that she had used in her days as Lady Whistledown, although she had to be careful when she did. She couldn’t help but be curious about Colin’s observations of his sister’s ink-stained fingers.
Her attention was brought back at Violet’s last statement, inwardly wincing at the reminder of the article that she had sent to her publisher to be distributed after her engagement ball. She knew Colin had brought up good points, but she could not let Cressida Twombley take credit for her work. If it had been anyone else, she might have been able to let it go, but not Cressida.
“You do not believe it to be Lady Twombley then?”
"I highly doubt it." The girl would just be on the hunt for another husband soon if she wasn't already.
Young widows rarely stayed that way for long unless they wanted to. Cressida didn't have any children so her money and her property that remained in her own name would remain just that- unless she chose to take another husband.
Whistledown had enough freedom to go unnoticed by the whole of London. "Whoever Lady Whistledown is wouldn't have reveled herself in public like that. She's too much to lose if anyone ever really does figure out who she is. Even Lady Twombley couldn't need money that badly." Viole therself was rather convinced it was someone more along the lines of Lady Danbury, but Lady Danbury herself didn't make any sense.
She spoke her mind more than anyone else.e
"All the talk of Lady Whistledown being a maid is nonsense, she's one of us."
Let them eat cake!!
nothing better than that feeling when you open an old book and find a pressed flower you left there lifetimes ago
I want to build
a new world for you
and tuck it
inside your heart.
Alexandra Vasiliu
Bridgerton 1x06 : Swish
“I have brought her, laughing,
To my quietly dreaming garden.
For what will be done there,
I ask no man pardon.”
— “For The Goddess Too Well Known”, Elsa Gidlow
[Elsa Gidlow was a poet who published the first volume of openly lesbian love poetry in the United States: On A Grey Thread, 1923].