Summary:Daphne insists on Colin to tell her where the duel is held. It just leaves Colin in a dilemma. What do to about you (around Hyacinth’s age)? He can’t leave you unattended.
“Where are they!” – vented Daphne out, bursting into the parlor. You gasped when she entered so furious. Her cheeks puffed up, her face turning a shade of red. – “Who? Daphne, you have to be more precise.” – answered Colin who was playing the piano. His fingers brushing the keys as a soft melody filled the room. Daphne came standing by the piano, her face sour as if she was about to burst. – “I think you know very well of who I speak!” – replied she, looking over her shoulder to you. She granted you a smile before removing all traces of it towards her brother.
Colin swallowed nervously, continuing to play the piano as if nothing was out of the ordinary. – “You mean Mama?” – asked you, thinking it was her Daphne was looking for. – “Anthony!” – shouted Daphne out. So loud it made Colin touch the wrong notes, ending the sweet melody with a hard clash. The sound was so sudden and loud, it made you cover your ears. The book suddenly shut before you reached the ending. Colin got up, taking Daphne by her elbow. He pulled her closer to the window, away from you. Daphne moved her arm up so his grip on her would lose. – “Don’t tell me you have not a clue, because I know you do.”
Colin inhaled deep, looking nervously away. – “Tell me where they are, brother. You need to tell me.” – whispered Daphne to him. She tried her sweet approach, hoping to gain favor this way. Colin pressed his lips together, slightly shaking his head. – “It is a matter of life and death!” – Daphne raised her voice a bit, yet still out of reach to you. – “Daphne…” – started Colin. Daphne moved her hand up, annoyed by his presence. – “You know where they are! Tell me!” – begged Daphne. Colin sighed looking past his shoulder over to you. You were staring with wide curious eyes at your siblings, trying to understand what was happening. – “Colin!” – called she out, losing her patience.
She grabbed him by the arm, pulling him along. – “Daphne wait!” – Colin twisted his arm so that Daphne released her grip on him. – “I can’t…” – said he, looking ashamed at the ground. – “You will take me to them!” – Daphne was determined to reach the duel before any true harm was done. She took his arm again as Colin moved it out of her way. – “I can’t!” – repeated he himself, leaning in closer to her. His eyes wandered off to you. Daphne lifted her shoulders a bit up, following his gaze.
“Then I shall go on my own!” – decided she, taking the back of her cloak as she spun around. Colin gritted his teeth, going after her. You straightened your back at bit, seeing them run out of the parlor, leaving you alone. – “I cannot leave her alone!” – bit Colin at her, agitated that Daphne would even suggest such a thing. She stopped at the door, turning towards him. – “Then stay here, but simply tell me where they are.” – insisted Daphne, not wanting to waste another minute. Colin inhaled sharply. – “I cannot leave you unescorted!” – called he out. – “And I cannot leave Y/n unattended!”
Such a conflict he found himself in. The duty of a brother slowly weighing on his shoulders. A weight he had not yet felt so heavy of a burden. It was his duty to escort Daphne. Yet it was also his duty to attend to you since they were the only one’s present at the house. – “Make your choice!” – Daphne pulled the hood from her cloak over her head, heading out of the door. Colin groaned in frustration, balding his hands. What must he do. If mother ever knew of this, he would hang.
“Y/n!” – called he out loud from the hallway. You got up, walking out of the parlor. – “Yes, brother.” – said you, still holding the door as Colin motioned for you to come over quickly. You ran up to him while he snapped his finger at the doorman. – “My sisters cloak!” – insisted he. The doorman bowed, parting from his position to go and fetch your cloak. – “Where are we going?” – asked you curiously. Colin knelt down on one knee before you, sighing deep. – “You cannot tell anyone of this.” – breathed he out. Your cloak arrived as Colin moved it around your shoulders.
He tied the cloak for you, moving the hood over your head. – “Is this like a little secret?” – questioned. Colin stopped what he was doing, smiling at you for a moment. – “Yes.” – whispered he out, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Now we must make haste!” – He got up to his feet, taking your hand. You tried to catch up with his firm footsteps as it felt like you were running and he simply walking. Outside sat Daphne already on her horse, huffing in surprise. Colin his horse was brought to him. – “Don’t even speak about it!” – said he to Daphne, helping you up in the saddle.
You moved a bit closer to the horses head. Colin hoisted himself up, coming to sit behind you. He took the reins in his hand. You panicked a bit when the horses head went up. – “Colin…” – said you in sheer panic. Colin signaled the horse to move, giving it a kick with a loud command. The horse got in motion, practically moving from standing still to running in a minor of seconds. You closed your eyes as this was the first time you rode a big horse. You were used to practicing on pony’s that went slow, not a tall horse that went fully rogue.
Daphne’s horse was running just behind you, trying to catch up. She caught up, riding beside the two of you. – “We better be there in time!” – shouted she out. – “In time for what?” – shrieked you out, panic written all over your face. – “You should’ve talked him out of it!” – It was clear Daphne was not released of all her anger yet. – “Talking him out of it?” – yelled Colin back. His horse thumping on the stones as they made way for the fields. – “You do know we are talking about Anthony!” – reminded he her. With little to hold, inhaled you sharply and tense. Colin had his hands on the reins, no where near you. Of course were his arms in a way around you, but not fully.
“You could’ve tried!” – answered Daphne brutally. You yelped soft when you felt like your entire body was bouncing around. – “The hairs Y/n!” – called Colin out to you. You froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. – “Take the hairs Y/n!” – shouted he louder, sending a rush of panic over you. You hastily grabbed a hold of the horses hairs for grip, not knowing if it would hurt the poor animal. – “Don’t shout at her!” – shouted Daphne, redirecting her anger to Colin’s manners. Colin sighed loud, granting his sister with a glare. Every time the horses hoofs touched the ground, got you more anxious.
You wanted off. This was getting to much of a thrill for you. They ran up to a woodsier part of the fields to reach their destination. Daphne bowed her head, avoiding some twigs from slapping into her face. – “Where is it!” – breathed Daphne out. – “Just up ahead!” – pointed Colin out. – “That will take us forever!” – screamed she out. Daphne thought for a moment, remembering something. – “I know a short-cut!” – exclaimed she, signaling her horse to go left. – “Wait!” – Colin clenched his jaw, going in pursuit. Daphne galloped to a large hedge, splitting land into two. Colin made his way over to it as well.
You saw the hedge, seeing Daphne jump over it with her horse. – “No…” – mumbled you out. – “No, no, no.” – your voice getting a bit louder each time. Going in full panic mode, didn’t want you to jump. You had never jumped with a horse. Certainly not a tall one as this one. – “No!” – called you out loud, protesting. Colin got startled, unable to see your facial expression. – “It will be alright Y/n.” – reassured he you. You shook your head, leaning back against his chest. – “I want off. I want off!” – shouted you, trying all to make him stop. – “Y/n, I…” – responded Colin, approaching the hedge.
You screamed loud, not wanting to go but you had no choice. Colin squeezed his arms closer to your body so that he could give you some sort of protection when the horse flew over the hedge. It landed on the other edge as you were full on crying. Colin signaled the horse to go faster, wanting to catch up with Daphne. – “Y/n I’m sorry.” – said he, hearing you cry. – “I truly am.” – In the distance saw he already Anthony and Simon, back-to-back. Benedict stood by a tree, keeping a close eye on Anthony. Daphne was guiding her horse towards them. Colin took a detour, coming closer by a different direction. He needed to get you out of sight before Anthony and Benedict would see you. Or he for sure was a dead man walking.
By a large tree, not far from them came Colin to a sudden stop. He jumped off, taking a hold of you, helping you off. Once your feet were on the ground, pushed you Colin off you. You wanted nothing to do with him for a while. Crying loud, walked you up to the tree. Colin going after you. – “Y/n I…” – started he, seeing your face was all wet from crying. You leaned against the tree, Colin coming to kneel before you quickly. – “Y/n I need you to do something for me.” – breathed he out, looking past the tree to where Daphne was. She was almost up to them if he didn’t make haste.
He moved his hand to your shoulder as you pushed it off. It pained him to see you so frightened like this. He never meant to scare his little sister like this. – “Stay here and out of sight! Please!” – begged Colin. He nodded, telling himself all will be well. Getting up, started he running. Anthony and Simon were ready to draw their pistols, pointing them at each other. Daphne interfered with her horse, startling the poor men. A gun shot was fired. You gasped, feeling as if you had skipped a few beats of your heart. Followed by loud neighing and shouts. A part of you wanted to look, but another part of you didn’t. Letting yourself slide down the bark, plugged you, your fingers in your ears to block the loud voices out.
Colin’s heart dropped, seeing Daphne lay in the grass. Anthony, Simon, and Benedict at her side quickly. – “Sister!” – called Anthony out at the same time Simon called out her name. Simon wanted to touch her, feel that she was alright when Anthony held him at a distance. – “Are you hurt sister?” – asked Anthony, fearing she might’ve been shot. Daphne got up, removing the hood from over her head. – “I am perfectly well, not thanks to you!” – spitted she out furious, getting up to her feet. – “What were you thinking? Running into a crossfire like that!” – shouted Anthony back. Colin slowly approached, nodding at Benedict as a reassurance that their sister was save.
“What were you thinking!” – fired Daphne right back at him. – “You men and your duels!” – scoffed she out. Daphne brushed some dirt off her cloak, turning around as she came face to face with Colin. She widened her eyes at the absence of you. Colin noticed the burning question on her lips, slowly shaking his head. He didn’t want her to ask about your well-being right here in the open. Daphne kept staring at him, tilting her head a bit to the side with a clear hint of her eyes. It made Colin widen his eyes as he had not thought of it.
How was he ever going to return home with you unnoticed. Everyone would head home together, so it was impossible for him to go unnoticed with you. Closing his eyes, cursed he at himself for not thinking this through. – “Well I suppose we all need a drink to forget about these events.” – pitched Benedict in. – “Agreed!” – bit Anthony, glaring at Simon. – “But you will marry my sister!” – insisted he. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not after witnessing the kiss between them in the gardens. Simon had to marry her, no matter how many times he insisted on not to. Everyone started to make their way over to their horses.
Daphne let Colin know to make haste decisions. – “Are you not coming brother?” – questioned Benedict, standing close to his horse. – “I…I…continue without me…” – said he, raising some questions to his brothers. – “I wish to see more of the view.” – Anthony laughed loud, ridiculing him. – “Don’t be absurd! Fetch your horse, Colin!” - Colin swallowed nervously, looking over his shoulder to where he left his horse and you. – “No…I…I really must insist.” – said he, hoping to persuade his brothers. Benedict quirked his eyebrow up, feeling as if something was off. – “Fetch your horse or I will!” – called Anthony out, pointing firmly at his horse in the distance. Colin exhaled deep, turning around.
Daphne slowly shook her head when he walked past. There was nothing for him to do but to go and fetch his horse. He could get on his horse, telling you he would come later for you? No that is out of the question thought Colin. He would never forgive himself for leaving you behind. Perhaps if he rode as last, no one would notice? Let you sit behind him so that his body would block out your posture. But how would that work at home when you descend? Perhaps there was nothing else to do but to face the consequence of his actions. In his mind acted Colin in the best way, pleasing both his sisters with what they needed.
You to be attended and Daphne to be escorted. If this was his walk towards death, he would take no other path. Colin arrived at the tree, disappearing behind it. Benedict frowned, giving his horse to Anthony as he followed. – “Y/n?” – whispered Colin. You wiped your cheeks dry, looking up to him. – “Can we go home?” – asked you, seeing him nod. He extended his hand to you as you took it. He left you by the tree, fetching his horse. As the tall creature approached you, gasped you loud, staggering back. Still frightened by it. – “It’s alright Y/n, I promise to take it slow this time.” – reassured he you.
“Y/n?!” – called Benedict out in surprise. His look of shock turned to anger when looking at Colin. – “You brought her here!” – yelled he out, lashing out to Colin. Colin stumbled back when his brother waved with his fist around. – “You wish to tell me you brought our sister to a duel!” – The others had heard the commotion, coming over as well. – “What is the meaning of this!” – Anthony widened his eyes as well at the sight of you. Gritting his teeth, felt he himself boil with anger. – “Explain!” – hissed Anthony at Colin. – “I…I…I had no choice! I had to escort Daphne but… I couldn’t leave Y/n on her own at the house.” – explained Colin.
“So you decided to bring her to a gun fight?” – yelled Benedict out, ready to wave his fist around again. – “I wouldn’t have brought her here if you didn’t start a duel in the first place!” – lashed Colin out, getting a bit tired that everyone was pointing fingers at them. Anthony was trembling with rage, ready to fight him. – “Stop!” – screamed you out loud, getting everyone attention. – “I want to go home!” – insisted you, stomping with your feet on the ground. Benedict noticed the glossy reflection in your eyes, hinting that you had been crying. He came kneeling before you, wiping your cheeks dry from the wet stains still visible. – “I want to go home…” – sobbed you out. Benedict nodded, wrapping his arms around you.
Anthony sighed deep, calming himself. – “Come along Y/n.” – said Colin holding his hand out to you. You gasped, leaning closer to Benedict at the sight of his horse. You didn’t wish to sit upon that animal any time soon. You shook your head, clamping onto Benedict for comfort. – “I am sorry.” – confessed Colin again, falling onto his knees. – “I never meant to scare you Y/n, I truly did not.” – you let go of Benedict, walking over to Colin. You hugged him, feeling him move his arms tightly around you. As if he was afraid, you would slip out of his grip if he loosened up for an inch. – “Forgive me sister…” – he moved some hair aside, kissing your cheek. You moved back, wiping your eye with your sleeve.
Anthony was glaring at Colin, demanding to have an explanation of your tears. – “I frightened her… with the horse.” – said he out loud. – “I brought upon her a fear of riding horses.” – Colin looked ashamed at the ground. Daphne came to his side, moving her hands to his shoulder. – “It will take time, but she might grow out of it.” – whispered Daphne to him. – “You are not to blame.” – Colin smiled faintly at her, giving her hand on his shoulder a soft squeeze. Anthony walked up to you, kissing the top of your head to sooth you.
“Will you ride with me?” – asked Benedict. – “I promise to go gently.” – reassured he you, offering you, his hand. You slowly nodded, walking up to him. He helped you on his horse, hoisting himself up behind you. You breathed out in shivers, sitting on top a grand animal again. Benedict moved one hand around your stomach, holding the reins in his other hand. – “We’ll go slowly.” – He gave the horse a gentle kick, setting it in motion. Your muscles pulled together from fright when the animal moved.
The horse walked slowly, almost parading. The others got on their horses as well. – “You do not need to wait for us.” – called he out to Anthony. Benedict looked down at you, smiling. You looked up to him, giving him a faint smile. – “We have all the time.” – whispered he out. Anthony nodded, signaling his horse to go faster. Daphne and Colin followed. Simon went his own way. Benedict and you rode on your own pace. He didn’t want your fear of horses to grow. You would make it back home, eventually. It just took a little longer.
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Summary: When a proposal has been offered, will you accept or forever keep your doubts? Can love truly conquer all?
“Marry me.”
You stumbled a bit backwards, letting your hand slide out of his. His request floating around your mind in little fragments. Fragments that had not yet been pieced together. Shivering out a breath, moved you, your hand towards your chest. How could he so easily decide the future when you were still yet uncertain about the present. The damage that has been done was not something to take lightly. Being personally cast out by the queen herself had consequents. If this meant you were out of the season for the rest of your live, you could never accept his hand in marriage. You wouldn’t wish a life of cruelty upon him.
Not on the man you love. Not even for a snippet of happiness. – “I…I…” – stuttered you out, afraid to look him in the eye. Benedict kept looking hopeful at you, keeping his warm smile up. He was starstruck for even seeing the possible dangers ahead. – “I…I…” – your gaze went up towards your father. He was smiling, perhaps a pure smile you had barely seen. Not a hint of miscommunication in it, simple but pure honesty. For the first times in forever had he been happy, content with you. You didn’t want to take that from him.
Then you adverted your gaze to Benedict’s brothers. Against all odds were they standing right here. By your side. Taking your side. No one had done that ever. It was unfair to them for what you had in mind. Your mind was chaos, every horrifying end tormenting you. How could you accept despite it all. This wasn’t a simple answer of yes or no, this was more than that. Reputations were at stake, reputations you didn’t want to shatter. You never did. If accepting meant dragging Benedict and his family alongside with you, you preferred to suffer alone. As you always have, for alone is all one person can have. Alone protects you.
It protects those you love, leaving the suffering to you. Taking away their pain as you had endured so much pain it became bearable. You started to slightly shake your head, pressing your lips together, feeling the tears emerge. – “I…I can’t.” – whispered you out, taking another step back. Benedict exhaled shocked, his knees going wobbly as he felt himself being dragged under. Colin ran up to his brother, holding him up by the shoulder. – “I’ve got you brother.” – said he, making sure Benedict stand up straight. – “I am sorry…” – sobbed you out, allowing some tears to roll down your cheek.
Your father ran up to you, shocked by your revelation. – “Y/n, my darling.” – called he out, staring baffled at you. Benedict found a bit of his strength back, patting Colin on his chest that he was alright. Colin carefully let go of his brother, keeping a close eye on him. – “Why?” – asked Benedict, taking a step closer to you. You sniffed loud, turning slightly towards him again. – “Why? You know why?” - told you him, your lip trembling from the sudden strong emotions. Benedict shook his head with a bite of his lip. – “Not good enough.” – answered he, shrugging his shoulders a bit. You exhaled sharp, taken by his determination.
Why was he so stubborn. – “Why, Y/n?” – he asked again, pounding his fist down in the air. You shook your head, not wanting to have this conversation by the palace. You turned around, walking away from him with your father by your side. Benedict wasn’t ready to let you off so easily. He knew his love was not one-sided. He had seen the emotions inside of you. He had seen the longing, the desire. He had seen it because he saw it within himself. He hated that despite it all you were still trying to protect him. Even when he told you numerous times not to. All he ever wanted was to love you, be by your side and support you no matter what.
“In sickness and in health, is that not a requirement?” – shouted he at you, ready to defend himself. – “I know you are afraid Y/n, I am too, but that doesn’t give away the fact that I…I…” – Benedict felt his hands tremble as he came to a stop. He felt like his emotions were steering him. He felt all control over himself slip away. The fight lust inside of him so grand, it made him go towards every length to keep you close. – “Benedict please…” – said you, wiping some tears away.
“How many more times must I proclaim myself? You are all that matters to me, nothing more. I want you, I … I love you.” – confessed he, making you abruptly stop. – “I love you with all my heart and it pains me… it pains me to see that you are not willing to give it a chance, us a chance.” – Benedict started to slowly approach you as you had stopped moving. His words casting a spell on you that kept you in place. – “I beg of you…” – you breathed in shivers, feeling his hands slide up the back of your arms. His sudden touch captivating you. – “I have lost myself in you.” – whispered he out, breathing against your neck.
You turned around sharply with tears in your eyes. – “I’m scared…” – exclaimed you. – “I am afraid that I might be the cause of all your pain. I do not wish that upon you. I love you… and the fact that I love you is why I must protect you.” – cried you out. Benedict moved his trembling hand towards your cheek, letting it rest there. – “I’m scared that all has been for nothing. That I can’t be the loving wife you require, that I cannot give you what you desire, that I cast my shadow upon you. I have seen it.” – you gave Benedict a slight push against his chest.
“I have seen what my condition does to people.” – you moved your head slightly to the side, seeing your father stare shameful at the ground. He knew you were speaking of him. Of all the deeds he had done towards you. – “I have seen it change them. Change them so much they are afraid to look at me. Benedict, I don’t want you to stop looking at me.” – tears were streaming ruthlessly down your cheek, clouding your vision. Benedict curled up a tiny smile. – “I shall never.” – whispered he to you. – “You don’t know that…” – answered you back. Benedict inhaled deeply, looking up to the blank night sky for a moment.
“I am telling you… right here that I love you Y/n. All of you.” – spoke he out, gazing back at you. With his palm against your cheek, wiped he some tears away. – “Don’t be afraid my love… It is time to let go of your fears…” – you shuddered, closing your eyes for a moment. – “Do not let society decide for you, do not let it lead your life. For I shall stand by your side no matter what. If the queen forbids you from the season, let her be… for I have already found who I wish to marry.” – slowly opening your eyes again, stared you in his hopeful eyes.
You loved his sense of hope when you could not. – “Y/n, I ask you again… will you accept my hand in marriage for I will love you entirely.” – He rose your hand up, holding it gently in his hand. Everyone was waiting in anticipation for you to speak. Benedict inhaling deeply as his chest rose with the tension building up inside of him. You could not deny your doubts and fears, but perhaps you simply had to take that leap. For how else were you going to discover what laid at the bottom of the cliff. For love is scary, allowing oneself to fully let go to experience it’s deepness. Love was a burning flame, bursting with light with one single touch.
You curled up a smile, slowly nodding. – “With all my heart.” – whispered you out, finally letting go of your fears. A smile spread across his lips, unable to contain himself. Benedict moved his hands around your back, lifting your body a bit up. Inhaling sharply, pressed he his lips against yours. That simple touch that made you reborn. Become a whole new person. Moving your hands to his jawline, tilted you your head to kiss him from a different angle. Love was indeed a burning flame that you felt inside of you. Why did you ever doubt him. It finally was clear to you that he loved you, all of you. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore for you had each other. You didn’t have to be alone anymore, for love has found its way to you. Granting you with the upmost caring gentleman one could ever give. Benedict Bridgerton, your artist, your protector, your friend, your husband.
Anthony cleared his throat, breaking Benedict, and you apart. – “How this is all very warmly, I do have to remind you that we are in public.” – informed Anthony with a shy smile on his face. Benedict and you took a step apart from each other. Gazing with deep affection to one another. – “Y/n darling, we must get home… I do not wish to be handled like that again.” – your father was right. It was wrong to stand here as she had casted you out so easily. – “We must head back inside for our dearest sister and mother.” – pointed Colin out, looking a bit over his shoulder. Benedict took your hand, leaving a caring kiss on top of it. Smiling at him, watched you him step back, letting your hand slowly slip out of his till it hung beside your body again.
Father took you by the arm, leading you towards the carriage. The two of you got inside as you sat by your fathers side. He threw his arm around you as you came laying against his chest. – “I hope you can forgive me… I cannot give any excuses for my behavior, and I will not for I have committed a crime. I do hope you can forgive your dear old papa for his blind eye.” – he threw his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer to him. – “From now on, I shall always be there for you. In sickness and in health, for I do not wish to lose you.” – He turned his head, kissing the top of your head.
A sudden crack of wood made you fly up in the carriage. Landing firmly back onto the seats as one part of the carriage had been send down. – “Father what is going on?” – called you out anxiously as the carriage came to a sudden stop. He held his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. Outside heard you loud voices. Father looked frightened at you, his face turning pale. – “Whatever you hear… stay here!” – demanded he, gripping tight onto your hand. – “Father!” – whispered you out in panic, seeing him take his leave. You moved over to the door, keeping your head out of sight.
You tried to listen in to the sudden voices as it sounded that they were with many. – “Good sirs…” – heard you, your father say with his hands up. You gasped in shock, covering up your mouth when you witness your father being punched in the stomach. He stumbled to the ground in pain. You wanted to jump out of the carriage and assist your father in any way. You heard loud laughter, seeing him get kicked in the stomach while he was crawling in pain on the ground. Your hands were trembling with fear. If your father was unable to defend you, what might they do to you once they find you.
A reflection of light marched into the dark as it made you widen your eyes. Torches. They were carrying torches and they were marching… marching up to the carriage. Your father knew what they were going to do as well, grabbing a hold of one’s ankle. – “Stop! My daughter is in there… please…” – begged he out, receiving another kick. He groaned in out in pain, rolling over to the side. A man held his hand out, demanding to be given a torch. – “No… please… stop…” – called your father out in pain, feeling every bone in his body hurt. – “You shouldn’t have brought her to the palace.” – said the man holding the torch, leaning down to your fathers face.
“No… I beg of you… my daughter is innocent.” – pleaded your father with them, trying to get back up to his feet. – “We’ve all heard the rumors!” – shouted he loud, roaring up his crowd. – “Your daughter is a stain to our society, and we don’t want her kind here!” – his men cheered loud as he threw his hand up. – “No!” – father screamed in pain, locking eyes with you in the carriage. You were terrified, unable to move as you heard them approach. They started banging on the carriage to scare you. You were being shaken around, crying in terror. – “Get… away… from my daughter!” – called your father out between clenched teeth, pushing himself to get up.
With his hand against his stomach, limped he over. Desperate to protect you till his very last breath. – “Father!” – cried you out, wanting to get out but someone was holding the door firmly. Father groaned loud, waving his fist around. He received a blow against his nose, sending him down. – “No!” – screamed you out, trying to get out of the carriage. They just walked over him like he was nothing. – “Let me out!” – yelled you out, wiping your tears aggressively away. You saw the burning torch come closer, hearing the crackling sounds from crisping wood. Screaming in agony, were you jamming hard against the door that would not budge.
“We have endured you long enough!” – shouted one of the men at you. Feeling the last bit of strength slip away, felt you lost. How could this be the end when it hasn’t even begun yet. You were going to marry the man you love. Grow old with him and share so many adventures. The torch was so close to the carriage now that it only took a good connection for the carriage to catch fire. You gasped, hearing horses neigh loud. At least three you could distinguish. You heard someone jump off the horse as their feet landed with a thud on the gravely road. Punches were being handed out. Hearing grunts of pain and anger.
You dared to pop your head out of the window, widening your eyes at your rescuers. – “Benedict!” – screamed you out loud. It caught him off guard for a moment, getting punched in the face. Feeling a bit wonky, collapsed Benedict almost to the ground. All men had moved away from the carriage, fighting against one of the Bridgerton brothers. It suddenly started to feel warm in the carriage as you spotted that the torch had been dropped. Laying against the broken wooden wheel, catching fire. You called it out, kicking your feet against the doorframe as it wouldn’t budge. – “Dear God!” – breathed Anthony out, seeing the carriage catch fire.
“Colin!” – shouted he out, punching a guy in the face. His boxing skills coming in handy after all. Colin nodded, pushing a man’s grip off him. He than ran over to the carriage, trying to pull the door open. He was kicking against it, pulling at it, anything for it to move. The carriage started to fill up with smoke as the ceiling started to catch fire as well. – “Colin!” – called you out, keeping yourself as low as possible. – “Come on!” – grunted Colin out, wanting the door to work with him. Benedict saw his brother struggling as well as the burning carriage. He fought off the handy man that he couldn’t shake off. With a bloody forehead, jumped he over some unconscious fallen men, aiding his brother.
“Y/n! it’s going to be alright love.” – reassured he you, pulling at the handle. – “It won’t work!” – answered Colin hastily. Benedict clenched his jaw, not ready to lose you. You were crying, laying with your head on the seat to stay as low as possible. Benedict moved his hand to the window frame, trying to see if you could fit through. – “I’m going to pull you out, my love, I promise you.” – called he out desperately, trying to break the framework of the window. It cracked since it had been weakened by the warmness of the flames. Benedict reached his arms into the carriage as you got up. You felt the intense heat above you, sticking your hands out. Benedict moved his arms tightly around you, lifting you up as he tried to pull you out through the open window.
Colin helped pulling, pushing your body a bit up so that it could tip you over. You popped free, falling onto Benedict as he fell to the ground. From intense happiness, cried you in his arms. Telling him how much you loved him and how scared you were. Colin helped the two of you up to your feet, moving away from the burning carriage. Anthony had fought off the last man as many others had taken a run for it. He was now helping your father up to his feet. – “Your… your bleeding.” – called you out, touching his forehead briefly. It stinged but he tried to not let you see it. – “It’s nothing.” – reassured he you, taking your hand in his.
“How… how is it that you are here?” – questioned you, laying in Benedicts arms on the grass. Your head resting against his chest while he cherished you in his embrace. – “We heard them talk about their plans.” – replied Anthony out of breath. You snuggled closer to Benedict, seeking comfort. You didn’t want to say it, but it frightened you how you were still not out of the clear. It was never simple with the two of you. Always an obstacle in the way that would prevent you from loving. A cruel society, one more turning their back on you. Benedict noticed the doubts reflecting in your eyes as he tilted your chin up to him. – “Don’t go refusing me again, Y/n. My heart can’t take it.” – chuckled he out. – “I won’t… not this time.” – responded you, looking deep into his eyes. – “I am not afraid anymore.”
Eloise clamped onto her brother with a smile on her face. Trees of blossom were spreading their petals through the wind. It was a happy day for everyone as two would be reunited into one. Benedict and you were ready to say your vows. To no longer be two, but one. For one cannot stand without the other. With pride in his eyes, gazed Benedict upon your arrival. You were dressed in all white, holding onto your father’s arm. He was being supported by a cane as his body had not healed up properly yet from the incident.
He guided you towards your intended. Eloise let go of her brother as Benedict extended his hand out to you. You let yours slip into his, walking up to him. – “Are you ready my love?“ - whispered he to you. – “You can always turn back now before you are bound to me.” – chuckled you out. – “Not a chance.” – responded he, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. Taking his arm, allowed you him to guide you inside. It was a small ceremony, just those close to you present. You sealed you vows with a kiss as loud cheering filled the church.
Outside hugged you everyone before your departure with your newly wedded husband. Never in a million years did you think you would call one husband. You thought no one would love you with what you carried, but one did. And one phenomenal one indeed. You couldn’t have wished for a better person to love. You finally found yourself worthy of being loved. Gregory bowed before you with a saddened face. – “Aw Gregory.” – said you, kneeling down to him.
He threw your arms around your neck, moving your arms around him. – “I’ll miss you.” – whispered he into your ear. You moved his head back, wiping a tear of his cheek. – “I’ll miss you too dear Gregory, but I promise to invite you soon as you…” – you touched his nose with your finger brief. – “don’t forget to invite me to tea as many times as you like.” – That made him laugh between his tears. You pulled yourself back up, taking Benedicts hand. You waved everyone goodbye one last time before heading off.
The wood in the fireplace was crackling delightful. You stood before it, warming your hands up to it. Benedict approached you from behind, letting his fingers go up your arm. His face buried in the crook of your neck. There he planted a kiss. A soft kiss that made you smile. His hands slowly lowered towards your waist, leaving another kiss in your neck. He pushed some fabric aside over your shoulder to kiss it as well. You melted at his touch that send shivers up your spine. – “My dear wife.” – breathed he out, kissing your bare shoulder again.
You turned around, laying your arms around his neck. – “My dear husband.” – replied you, staring dreamingly at him. He brought his lips down towards yours, whilst holding onto you firmly. He started guiding you away from the fireplace, his lips forever on yours. Kissing him with such longing, it made your heart beat out of your chest. You could feel the pounding of his heart against yours, beating for one another. Standing close by the bed, guided he his hands up. He unbuttoned you, dropping your dress to the floor. His hands then started to fumble the ribbon of your corset. You guided your hands down to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
With one smooth pull, untied he the knot at the top of your corset. You giggled against his lips at how eager he was. Benedict kept kissing you whilst trying to tear the corset off you. It slipped off as he let it drop to the ground. You carefully stepped out of it, standing only in your undergarments. Benedict’s hand laid against your back, feeling your warm skin underneath his palm. For the first time, felt he truly close to you. Feeling every bit of your core. You stopped kissing him for a moment, holding him as he guided his lips to your neck. He kept kissing you uncontrollably as your body warmed up by his touch.
You gasped quietly at the sudden sense. It felt unsettling as you questioned it at first if it was real. Benedict stopped kissing you, placing his hand against your cheek. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – questioned he, sensing something was off. You fluttered with your eyelashes, winching at the sting of pain coming from inside of you. You bend down, gripping onto his shirt as you held your stomach. It was happening again. One of your episodes at the worst timing. A sting of pain went through your entire body, making you collapse through your knees. Benedict gasped, preventing you from falling.
You pushed him away, falling onto the ground. He stared at you in shock, hoping you wouldn’t turn him away again. You crawled back against a closet, coughing loud. Your entire body shivering from the intense pain as Benedict witnessed your condition firsthand. You kept coughing loud, unable to stop as you let your fingers slide down your throat. Wheezing were you grasping for breath. It was like your lungs were on hold, not working for a moment as you felt like suffocating. Benedict rushed to your side, kneeling beside you. – “Breath Y/n, breath!” – called he out in a state of panic.
Your head laid back, grasping for air. You witnessed the concern in his eyes, slowly cracking him. Then gasped you loud, screaming in tears. You let your head fall forwards against Benedict’s arm, crying loud. – “Please….” – begged you him. A part of you still wanted to seclude this from him. Shield him from the pain inside of you. Your body twitched, coughing loud in your hand. Benedict was in slight shock, not knowing what to do. It was clear that he was no match for your illness. – “Please…” – begged you again, wanting him to turn a blind eye. Benedict shook his head firmly, inhaling deeply.
“I promised to love you in sickness and in health.” – replied he, letting his palm go upwards your cheek. – “What must I do?” – whispered he to you. You pointed lifelessly at the bed, unable to control your tears. Benedict carefully picked you up from the ground, leading you over to the bed. He laid you down, staring bewildered at you. You took his hand, pulling it down. You wanted him to lay beside you. So he did, laying himself carefully beside you. You rolled over to your side, pulling his hand over your body. Benedict understood what you meant, crawling closer against your body. He slid his arm underneath your body so that he could fully hold you close.
You cried in terror, wishing for the pain to go away. The pain that made every muscle in your body sting. Benedict kept his body firmly against yours, burying his face in your hair, closing his eyes. He felt the shocks your body made against his, making him grip onto you firmer. Fearing that if he faltered, you might slip away from him. – “I love you Y/n.” – said he, kissing the back of your shoulder. He wanted you to know you are so loved, even in a state like this. He thought he would be scared and at first, he was. Laying here with you, gave him the strength to carry on. He understood that you needed him, that he needed to be the better man. If this was what a life spending with you meant. Then he would gladly spend it like this. In time he would learn to pick up any of your signals better to ease your way through it.
“I am sorry…” – said you between coughs. – “What for?” – asked he, lifting his head a bit up. – “For ruining our wedding night…” – Benedict kissed your neck gently. – “Our night is not ruined my love. I say it brought me closer to you in any way possible.” – you cracked up a tiny smile, finding some joy between your pain. – “Besides I shall have from now on every night with you. You might find me annoying one day when you wish not to sleep so tightly in my embrace.” – chuckled he out. You rolled a bit over to your back, looking up to him. – “I could never…” – whispered you to him. Benedict lowered his head, kissing your forehead as you felt so weak. – “I’ll watch over you…” – said he, making you exhale deep. You rolled back to the side, clamping onto his arms around you. Like a cocoon were you held safe in his embrace. Where nothing bad could ever touch you.
Lord Egerton was certainly a most excellent host, thought Benedict.
Blackburn Hall (Egerton’s country estate) was populated by several “esteemed” members of London society; weeping widowers, longing spinsters, an array of almost-debuted ladies (their mothers behind them like puppeteers), and “wife-seeking” gentlemen frolicked in the grand ballroom.
Strange people, the second eldest Bridgerton thought. Perfectly intolerable, yet somehow entertaining.
From the corner of his eye, Benedict studied them. He surveyed the attendees, making a mental note of which to avoid and which to engage with in civil conversation (though thatlist was predominantly shorter).
Lady Dowding (a significantly large woman) struggled to find a man suitable enough for her daughter, Victoria. Or rather, Lady Dowding couldn’t find a gentleman that could withstand Victoria’s blubbering mouth for any longer than a mere minute.
Lord Godwin (of five and fifty) drowned himself in the lemonade, having been widowed the previous week. Though, “widowed” and “being left for the innkeeper” appeared to have been one in the same in Lord Godwin’s mind.
Lord Egerton definitely attracted a crowd, Benedict mused.
“Poor Lord Godwin,” Eloise muttered, startling Benedict (as he hadn’t noticed her presence). She stood at his side, rocking back-and-forth on her heels. “I’ve heard from Lady Whistledown that he nearly wet himself at Lady Keats’ engagement party last Tuesday.”
“Lady Keats is engaged?” asked Benedict, looking down at his sister.
“Yes,” Eloise stated. “Though, for the third time.”
Benedict nodded, catching sight of the Lady Keats (previously Lady Langley, non-Lady Moore) as she clung to an absurdly older man (presumably Lord Keats). The woman flaunted her large, sparkling engagement ring to the party in attendance.
“Where’s Mother?” Eloise asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Flaunting Daphne, of course. Her debut is tomorrow, remember?” Benedict searched the gallery, spotting his mother and eldest sister. “Unless, you’ve forgotten.”
Eloise scoffed.
“I haven’t forgotten,” she stated. Eloise followed Benedict’s gaze, watching as Daphne charmed the gentlemen surrounding her. “I just don’t care.”
Benedict laughed, nudging Eloise with his elbow.
“This is dreadful,” she muttered, referring to the party. “Might I ask you to plead to Mother for my release?” Eloise asked Benedict, tugging on his arm.
“And rid myself of thisenthralling experience?” Benedict’s tone was laced in sarcasm. “Never.”
Eloise dramatically released his arm, groaning in annoyance.
Benedict snickered.
“You don’t find Lord Cambridge’s terrible dancing the least bit entertaining?” he asked. The two Bridgertons glanced at the said-Lord, giggling as he stepped on the feet of a young woman. “Poor girl,” Benedict whispered.
Eloise nodded, beginning to feel a dryness in her mouth. She smacked her lips, quite “un-ladylike.”
“I’m rather thirsty,” she announced. Eloise looked to the refreshments table, and her eyes went wide in horror. Lord Godwin (howling about his “late” wife) had buried his nose in the lemonade bowl. “On second thought,” she murmured, “I’m suddenly thoroughly hydrated.”
Benedict followed her eyes, watching as Lord Egerton escorted the old, sodden fool away from Blackburn Hall.
“I’m beginning to see from your perspective,” he stated.
“You always do,” Eloise triumphantly said.
Suddenly, Benedict heard a shrilling “Lord Bridgerton!” from the other side of the room. To his dismay, Lady Dowding was approaching him (her daughter at her side).
Eloise winced at her attire, as it was almost painful. She felt nauseous at the green—no, chartreuse shade of fabric Lady Dowding chose to adorn.
“Fantastic,” Eloise mumbled.
“Lord Bridgerton!” Lady Dowding shouted, despite being a near few feet away from him.
Out of respect, Benedict bowed.
“Lady Dowding.”
“Miss Bridgerton,” the old woman quickly (and rather haphazardly) acknowledged Eloise’s presence. But swiftly, she reverted her attention back to Benedict. Lady Dowding clumsily pushed her daughter forward, nearly causing her to trip and fall (a sight that Eloise wouldn’t have minded seeing). “My daughter, Victoria. Have you met?”
Victoria was fairly handsome, but the assortment of colorful feathers throughout her hair did not compliment her features.
She looks rather like a goose, Benedict thought. Or a peacock.
Benedict shook his head, forcing his face not to contort into a frown.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” he stated. “Lady Victoria.”
“Lord Bridgerton!” Victoria exclaimed. “It is a beautiful night, is it not? So dark, yet so bright! Romantic.”
At this moment, Benedict pondered death. He’d thought about drowning himself in the lemonade, too.
“Yes,” Benedict muttered. “Quite.” He turned to the side, catching Eloise with her gloved hand to her mouth (preventing her from laughing).
“Victoria is a splendid dancer,” Lady Dowding said. “She was the talk of Lord Byron’s Spring Ball, just last season!” she victoriously declared.
“It’s true!” Victoria agreed. “I’ve the ‘legs of swan,’ or so Mama says.”
“Yes,” Eloise chimed in. “And the hair of one, too.”
Snapping her head in Eloise’s direction, Lady Dowding produced a terrible scowl.
Benedict pulled his sister to his side, causing a loud “oompf!” to leave her lips.
“Pardon me, Lady Dowding. My sister has a special sense of humor,” he said in an attempt to ease the tension. “I say, is Mother asking for our presence?” he asked.
“What?” Eloise asked, confused.
Benedict leaned down, so only Eloise could hear him.
“Go with it, will you?” he whispered.
“Oh, you’re quite right!” Eloise quickly shouted. “She’s just there!” she lied, pointing at the sea of patrons.
Benedict smiled, turning to the Lady Dowding and her daughter.
“You’re absolutely right, brother. We cannot,” Eloise concurred.
The (poorly dressed) Dowding women nodded, and Benedict did not ignore the disappointment that painted Victoria’s face. He felt relived, in truth.
“You’re a menace, you know?” Benedict spoke to Eloise, walking away from Victoria and her mother. “You must think before you speak.”
“But I did think,” Eloise defended. “I thought she looked like a bird.”
“With that, I cannot disagree.” Benedict sighed, looking into the crowd. “We’ve lost them.”
Eloise sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“For now,” she stated. “I’m forever thankful that Mother has delayed my debut.”
“As are the men of London,” Benedict joked.
Eloise stared at her older brother, jaw slack.
“Cruel, Benedict. Just cruel.”
Benedict’s eyes crinkled as he laughed, a beautiful crescent shape gracing his features.
“Oh!” Eloise exclaimed. She looked over Benedict’s shoulder, waving frantically. “There’s Penelope.”
Benedict turned around, spotting the Featherington girl. She wore a yellow dress, as usual (her mother did enjoy “happy” colors). It did not compliment her complexion, nor her red hair.
“Good luck, brother. You’ll need it,” Eloise said.
“Whatever for?” Benedict asked.
“The women of the ton, mothers and daughters alike. Do you forget your public status, Benedict?” the chestnut-haired girl asked.
Benedict chuckled.
“Of course not, Eloise. I am a Bridgerton.”
“Ah!” Eloise exclaimed. “There’s a potential bride, now. Multiple brides, rather.” She gestured to a group of women, all whispering and glancing at Benedict. “You’re right. This is enthralling,” she sneered, then left to join Penelope.
As Eloise disappeared, the group of women slowly approached the handsome Bridgerton.
“Bollocks,” Benedict mumbled. He desperately searched for an escape, wanting to flee from the wanton pleads for his hand and courtship.
Finally (and thankfully), he noticed an empty hallway to his left.
Without hesitation, Benedict abandoned the dance floor. He could hear the various, feminine shouts of “Lord Bridgerton!” behind him, but he thought nothing of them.
Benedict found a door at the end of the hallway, and (thinking it to be a safe option) opened it.
Quietly, he shut the door behind him. Benedict took a moment to breathe; his forehead rested against the dark wood of the door. Relief washed over him, and he slowly turned around to face the room.
Surprisingly, it was a library that met his eyes.
It was quaint and rather beautiful, but it wasn’t nearly as elegant as the library at Aubrey Hall. Still, it was beautiful.
Several bookshelves lined the walls, furnished with a wide arrangement of novels. Specks of dust floated throughout the room (highlighted by the orange tint of candlelight), followed by the scent of ink and oak filling his nostrils.
Benedict stepped further into the room, and he felt the wood creak beneath his feet.
It’s an old room, he surmised.
Benedict looked up, impressed by the length of the bookshelves. They were tall, nearly reaching the ceiling.
Drifting to the shelves, he ran his fingers over the books. They were old, too. He noticed the bent spines, the torn edges, and the tea-stained covers.
There must be hundreds, Benedict thought. And a variety of genres, as well.
The Lord Egerton was intelligent, surely. But he couldn’t possibly of had the time to indulge in reading on the regular occasion, as he was a very busy man.
Benedict moved to another shelf, spotting a copy of Mental Philosophy: Including the Intellect, Sensibilities, and Will. He scoffed, picking up the book from it’s place. Lazily, he skimmed through the pages. Benedict took note of Lord Egerton’s sloppy penmanship in the margin, concluding that he’d read the book often.
Boring.
After placing the grievous thing back on the shelf, Benedict meandered to the shelves within the center of the library. Again, he delicately dragged his fingers over the old works. One book (red in color and small in size) piqued Benedict’s interest. He pulled it from it’s home, and he looked at the place from which he took the book. A pair of eyes met his own, and he let out a loud shriek. Following his scream, a sudden “ahh!” echoed throughout the library.
At that moment, Benedict understood the weight of words. Well, mainly because he’d dropped the book on his foot and couldn’t feel his toes (he thanked God it was the small book he’d dropped and not the large philosophy text), but nonetheless. He hopped on one foot, holding the other in his hand.
“Damn!” Benedict shouted.
Eventually, he let go of his foot. He scoffed, unable to flex his toes.
The annoyed Bridgerton bent down, picked up his dropped book, and maneuvered to the other side of the shelf.
“I say—!” he began, but his voice was caught in his throat.
A girl, young and seemingly terrified, crouched in a “fetal position” on the floor. She held her knees to her chest, and she hid her face from Benedict’s sight.
“Am I ‘alright?’” the girl retorted, looking up at him.
As she met his eyes, Benedict felt an unexpected pain in his chest. A good pain, surely. Because his heart started to slam against his ribcage.
What is this?
Benedict took in a sharp breath, examining the girl’s features.
She was beautiful.
“You, sir, gave me quite the fright!” she exclaimed, laughing.
Her laugh, Benedict thought, sounds like music.
The Bridgerton cleared his throat and looked down at his feet, slightly embarrassed.
“Forgive me,” he said. “I believe you frightened me, as well.”
“I would’ve made myself present, but I hadn’t heard you enter.”
“Yes,” Benedict muttered. “My stealth is unmatched.”
The girl smiled, affectively charmed by Benedict’s wit.
She’s smiling, Benedict observed. My God, I want her to always smile.
“‘Stealth?’ You’re not hiding, are you?” she asked, standing.
“Protecting myself, more so. ‘Hiding’ makes me sound like a coward.”
A laugh left her lips, and Benedict (once again) found himself loving the sound.
He looked to the floor, catching sight of a glove beside her feet. Kneeling down, Benedict picked up the fabric, then he stood and rubbed the white material between his fingers.
“I believe,” he held it out to her, “you dropped this.”
Graciously, she took it from him.
“Thank you,” she said.
Benedict nodded, and he glanced at the book in her grasp.
“Pride and Prejudice,” he read aloud. “That’s the romance novel, is it not?”
“It is!” she exclaimed, her tone light and airy.
Benedict took note of the sparkle in her eyes, and he wanted to swim in her gaze forever.
“Miss Austen is a gifted writer, and she’s an inspiration for many women.” She looked to the book, smiling adoringly.
Benedict smiled, too.
“Have you read it?” she asked.
He had.
“I cannot say I have,” Benedict replied.
The girl nodded.
“Have you come here to read, then?” he asked.
A bit of a stupid question, Benedict thought. They were in a library.
“For the quiet, mostly.”
The Bridgerton nodded, and he watched as the girl attempted to straighten out her wrinkled gown.
“Do you not like dancing?” Benedict questioned.
“Oh, no!” she said. “I love it, but I’ve grown tired. My mother has me attend every ball—every party, as most young ladies. Each season, it’s the same dances, and the same men, and the same…everything.”
So, tomorrow will not be her first season. How have I not noticed her before?
Benedict nodded, and he came to realize he related to her words.
“But you’re different.”
“I’m happy to be of service,” Benedict jested. “You’re not married, then?” the chestnut-haired boy asked.
However, the girl did not answer.
She only stared at Benedict, trying to process the intention of his words.
“Forgive me,” Benedict said.
Too forward? Too fast? I hope I was not too fast. I’d surely die if—!
“It’s quite alright!” she said. “I’m not married, but I am content.”
I am relieved.
Benedict grinned, boyish and innocent.
“You’ve yet to meet your Mr. Darcy, then?”
She quizzically stared at him, fighting back another smile.
“I thought you hadn’t read Pride and Prejudice?” she questioned.
“Did I say that?”
Had I said that? I don’t remember saying that.
The girl laughed, then she looked at Benedict’s side.
“Poetry?” the girl quired, referring to the red book in his hand.
Benedict raised his brow, then felt the book in his palm. He’d forgotten about the blasted thing, and the aching in his foot returned.
“Oh!” he interjected. “Yes, poetry. Good, good poetry.”
“By who?” she asked.
He hadn’t looked.
“It’s a collection, actually. Various authors,” he lied.
I’m nervous, he thought. Why am I nervous?
“That’s beautiful,” she said.
You’re beautiful.
“I do love poetry,” the girl stated.
“As do I,” Benedict added.
A tremble took over Benedict’s bottom lip, and he opened his mouth to speak before—“knock! knock! knock!”
Benedict’s head turned to the door, and he heard Eloise’s familiar voice.
“Benedict!” she shouted, vibrations traveling through the wood. “Brother, I know you’re in there! Mother has released us from thisinsufferableprison!”
The elder Bridgerton looked at the girl (the one in front of him), and he laughed.
She laughed, too.
What wouldn’t I do to hear her laugh?
“I can hear you!” his sister exclaimed. “Come on, Benedict! I’d like to be home before I’m of a hundred and three!“
He heard Eloise’s retreating footsteps grow quieter, and quieter, and quieter.
“She’s gone, I believe.”
Benedict grinned widely, drawing his focus back to the girl.
I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave.
“Well, you shouldn’t let her wait.”
Heartily, Benedict laughed.
“No, I shouldn’t. Enjoy your reading, Miss…?” he trailed off, dying to know her name.
She smiled.
She’s only smiling, Benedict thought. She’s only smiling, and she’s stolen my very breath.
“(L/N). (Y/N) (L/N),” she said. “Lord…?”
“Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton.”
She nodded.
“Enjoy your poetry, Lord Bridgerton.”
How can a voice sound so sweet? It is Heaven.
“Lady (L/N).”
Hesitantly, Benedict walked to the door. He twisted the knob, hating the weight of it in his free hand.
Benedict turned back, a sudden spasm of energy prevalent in his body.
My soul is on fire.
“Miss (L/N)?” he called out.
(Y/N) peered out from behind the bookshelf.
“Yes, Lord Bridgerton?” she replied.
Benedict thought (just for a moment), then wet his lips with his tongue.
“‘A girl likes to be crossed in love now and then,’” he quoted. “’It is something to think of.’”
(Y/N) smiled, a joyful scoff leaving her lips.
“Youhave read it,” she surmised.
Benedict playfully smirked, then left the library.
With the door shut, Benedict rested his back against the wood. He stood in the hallway, alone with his thoughts. Specifically, he thought of his encounter with (Y/N).
Benedict closed his eyes, basking in the warm glow of love. He bit his bottom lip, a feeling similar to a sunburn gracing his face.
(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N).
Benedict felt—in his heart—that something glorious had just occurred.
“Benedict stared at his brother and then, for no other reason than an overwhelming urge, he reached out and pulled him into a quick hug. ‘I don’t say this often,’ he said, his voice starting to sound gruff in his ears, 'but I love you.’
'I love you, too, big brother.’ Colin’s smile, always a bit lopsided, grew. 'Now get the hell out of here.’”
they definitely took liberties this season in comparison to the book and i’m pleasantly surprised! i cannot wait to see what they do for benedict’s story
i’ve heard from several people that they hated benedict in an offer from a gentleman but i don’t think he’s that bad? i cannot be the only one that thinks this way
i’m about 100 or so pages into an offer from a gentleman and i am so far in love with it? i love benedict already and this book is making me like him more and sophie is literally the cutest! i’m very worried though because apparently benedict is an asshole in this book
