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art is to feel (ch. 1)

Series: art is to feel

Paring: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life? 

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I love Bridgerton with all my heart, I was trying to start a regency!au fic with Din Djarin and somehow wrote this instead lol (the regency!din is on its way tho dont worry). Please let me know all of your thoughts and feels on this story as I being to map out future chapters.

// (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

Dear Reader,

The social season is upon us once again. It feels like just yesterday the ton was abuzz with the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings. But of course, their first child, a son, was born two months ago. I’ve been told the heir is happy and healthy. And with the host of aunts and uncles, the future Duke shall never be without love and attention.

This author also has it on good authority that the Viscount, Anthony Bridgerton has stated his intention to finally find a wife. A fact that has many of the ton’s advantageous mamas jockeying for the Viscount’s attentions. 

That of course begs the question-

Will the newborn Duke have a new aunt by the end of this season?

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 20 April 1814

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Writer and pen pal of Eloise Bridgerton, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had no plans to come out in society. Her family could hardly afford it after all. And she doesn’t need to marry, not when she can support herself and her family with her writing. But ever the hopeless romantic, (Y/N) embraces London society with hopes of finding inspiration for a new story. Only to find herself the subject of a love story right out of one of her favorite romance novels.

Prologue: The Letters 

Ch. 1: The Wanderer 

Ch. 2: Don Juan 

Ch. 3: Practical Education

Ch. 4: Self Control 

Ch. 5: Vanity Fair

Ch. 6 - coming soon

Ch. 7

part 4 of regency era!ghost x f!reader

the castle’s frivolous chatter sometimes bores you. other times, it keeps you entertained when you need a distraction. and other days, you’re hardly surprised by the whispers that flitter like butterflies just barely out of your peripheral.

“she’s been seen at promenade.” you barely caught Flora’s hushed murmur. “please tell me the queen hasn’t heard yet.”

oh, you’ve heard. Lady Price spared you the headache as was quick to inform you with her letter before sunrise. you knew of her arrival long before the whole castle woke.

“i hear that Lady Price was seen atop her husband’s shoulder the other day.”

well, that part was left out of the letter you received. “oh?”

“poor thing was screeching her lungs out as he dragged her back to their estate.”

your shocked expression does nothing to restrain Ann from giggling to herself. it’s hard to find the matter amusing. such a scandalous thing to happen, surely her lord husband won’t be best pleased about the scene she caused. and who knows how he might have reacted to it.

“is she alright?” you ask.

“from what i heard, yes.” Ann replied easily, pouring a cup of tea for you and herself. “quite a spirited young woman, that one. she keeps the lord on his toes every day.”

there’s not a hint of worry in her tone. she’s not as concerned about the news as you are. perhaps not near as she should be. or perhaps you’re overreacting. Lord Price is not a man to be trifled with but he is not known to be cruel to those who don’t deserve it.

you hum more to yourself, your hands rubbing together. “perhaps i should invite her for tea and she can tell me all about it.”

it hasn’t been long since you saw your friend. you’d welcome her with open arms any time of the day if she came for a visit. it’ll distract you from the new developments in your life–

the door shoots open, drawing yours and Ann’s attention. you put the teacup back on its saucer and hold it at your lap just as Flora quickly walks in, breathing heavily. her nervous expression fills you with dread. “what’s wrong, Flora?”

“y–your majesty.” she bows, wringing a white cloth in her hands. “uh, Sir Keller is here.”

“whatever for?” you ask.

“he brings a message from the king.” she blurts out, glancing between you and Ann. “and… a–and a gift.”

ah. now you understood her terror.

you truly didn’t think the situation between you and the king would get worse. you made yourself as clear as you could and as politely as you could the other day, surely he would take the message and leave you be until your cycle forces you back to his chambers.

this?

“a… gift?” eyebrows raised, a heavy sigh leaves you when you attempt to comprehend whatever is going on. so much for having a peaceful morning.

you and Ann glance at each other, slightly fearful of whatever is to come of the day. both of them look to you, expectant. what could you do? besides face whatever the king throws at you head on, of course.

you nod. “send him in.”

for those few precious moments, you brace yourself. this gift makes you want to retreat back into a pile of linens and stay there until when you’re sure no one will come looking for you anymore.

“what do you think it is?” Ann quietly asks, popping a biscuit in her mouth.

“a giant spider, i reckon.” she stops chewing. you smirk, raising the teacup to your lips. “might jump out of the box once it’s open.”

her face pales and you nearly have to choke back a smile just as a tall knight walks into the room. he’s tall with golden strands of hair and kind blue eyes. he’s one of the few guards your husband trusts to be around him.

you wonder what this truly about. it is doubtful that the king is sending a gift and a message, there has to be something else besides that. a string attached. perhaps he requires something of you. though you wonder why he does not just come to you and say it.

either way, you steel yourself for the outcome.

“Sir Alex Keller.” you greet him, keeping your tone light but detached.

you note the box he holds under his arm, his tense posture. the expression on his face is friendly, yet you sense a touch of unease. you wonder if he’s prepared for a battle to ensue. for you to shoot the messenger and demand his head to be put on a platter.

“apologies for intruding on your day, your majesty.” he gives a courtesy bow and a tight smile.

“it’s quite alright.” you say, attempting to ease his nerves. you made a point to try not to blame him or anyone who gets caught in the crosshairs of your tumultuous marriage.

“the king sends his regards.” Alex reaches for the box and holds it out to you. “and this.”

you nod to Ann, who raises and takes the box. she brings it to you, placing it on your lap. its contents were… definitely not what you’d expected. not in this lifetime, at least.

the necklace stares back at you. delicate thing, small, the golden metal tying together lovely gemstones and pearls that gleamed under the morning light with pearl earrings to match. it’s regal. beautiful.

now what’s the string attached to it?

you kept your expression neutral. not wanting to give away your thoughts, you fear Sir Keller might say something to your husband that he might not want to hear. showing joy is not an option either. you don’t know what message that could send.

Ann clears her throat, glancing to you. reminding you to say something. she adds, “a stunning set, my queen.”

that, you cannot deny. however, that isn’t the problem.

is this the king’s way of buying your good graces? and he could not be bothered to give it to your himself, he had to send his guard as if he was thanking a guest. like he was too tied up with work to properly acknowledge you (as usual), a far cry from how strange he’s been acting the past few days.

but then…

your gaze drifts to Flora.

promenade. then the pieces fell in place.

the king’s most likely too occupied with entertaining his mistress. this… gift is just something to distract you.

you look at the note that came with the box.

For my queen. –Simon

restraining a scoff is difficult, but you manage it. men and their deluded ways of trying to hide things. did the king truly think you would believe these lies? his odd behaviour is not nearly credible to make you think he even means it, why on earth would he think gifts and notes would erase nearly four years of a dead marriage?

“is it…” Sir Keller began slowly, unsure. “to your liking, your majesty?”

there it is. there’s the string attached.

he wants to know if you’ve bought the lie.

you close the box and plaster a smile. if your husband wants to fool around with his mistress, by all means. you’ve never stopped him, nor do you even have the power to. all of this was just time consuming and unnecessary because the king could have just gone to see her without ever needing to involve you in any way like always.

“indeed.” you say with a practised tone. “do thank the king for me.”

the box is handed back to Ann, who then gives it to Flora. she stays where she is, holding it. you’re tempted to tell her to throw it out the window, but you feel that you have to wait until the only man in the room leaves.

your hands fold on your lap, gaze fixing on the guard standing from across the table. he watches you, almost as if he’s expecting something. your eyebrow raises. “is that all, Sir Keller?”

his eyes drop to his feet. you don’t know what that means and you try not to care for what might imply.

“yes, your majesty.” he says, taking one last bow. “pardon me.”

when he leaves, the silence that remained in the room was deafening. not one person knew what to say. you reach for your tea and take a sip of it while Flora puts the open box next to you.

“well, that was odd.” chimed Ann. you hummed in agreement, eyes straying to the necklace once more.

it is the first gift your husband ever gave you. and it’s not even a gift. not truly anyway. gifts aren’t meant to be used to distract wives from finding out about infidelities or trying to soften the blow of the discovery.

worse things have broken your heart a thousand times over. but this does dampen your spirits for the day.

“well, it’s definitely not a spider, thank god.” Ann continued. you can feel her watching your expression while you read the morning paper. “your favourite colour, if i’m not mistaken. and i do remember you mentioning your fondness for pearls once.”

“pity i have an abundance of jewellery. much more than i know what to do with.” there’s an uncomfortable quiet that trails your reply.

Flora asks, “what will you do it with?”

you quietly shrug, sipping your tea. “gift it to someone else, perhaps. i wish not to be reminded of the king in my own chambers.”

it doesn’t do you any good to have him tainting your only sanctuary. it is why you’re extremely thankful that he never bothered to venture into your room for any reason. the closest he’s ever come to that was when he was at your doorstep the other day.

“the invite to Lady Price.” you remind Ann, glancing to the side.

“yes. right away, your majesty.” Ann stands to make the arrangements.

the king’s presence or whatever trinkets he brings will not going to taint a perfectly good day. he can brazenly show off his mistress for all you care and whether he thinks one necklace with distract you from the fact that he’s a terrible husband is entirely his delusion.

one which you’re happy to feed into if that is what he wants if it means he'll leave you be. you don’t particularly care either way.

“tha’s it? tha’s all she said?” Soap asks, staring at Alex incredulously.

“that’s all she said.” Alex nods, downing the last of his alcohol.

the sun hasn’t reached its peak and Alex is already on his second glass. whatever happened in his chambers shot his nerves. according to him, you didn’t seem sad or angry. which would be good, but Simon has spent enough time around you to know when you’re trying to be diplomatic instead of being honest.

you aren’t happy with the gift.

the simple fact sits heavily in Simon’s gut. you might have smiled and gave the perfect answer, but you aren’t pleased. at all.

of course Simon expected this. he discreetly asked Gaz to ask around the castle for anything you liked and still expected you to throw the necklace back in his face. but this was... a passive smile, acceptance.

fuck, it’s worse than he thought.

Simon looks out the window, slowly tapping his finger against the glass. “where is she?”

“the tulips will work better with the theme.” one of your maids said.

Simon sees four women taking a stroll through the garden. one of them holds a parasol above your head, shielding you from the afternoon sun. you’re a stunning sight. you’re dressed in a cool blue dress, holding two sheets of paper. your brows furrowed in concentration as you study each of them.

“i agree.” you hummed, glancing at your handmaiden. “any word from Lady Price?”

“she’ll be visiting tomorrow morning.” she says, smiling.

Simon already wants to turn back and lock himself in his chambers but he keeps walking around a pink flower bush, revealing himself to all four women. all halt in their tracks upon seeing him.

“oh!” Ann was the most startled. she was the first to curtsey. “your majesty.”

the rest followed. Simon tenses when you stepped forward. “you majesty.”

his palms are sweaty. he can’t think of a single thing to say when he looks at you. the words escape his grasp as much as his dignity. the fabric of his mask suddenly feels too itchy and he wants to rip it off.

“were we supposed to meet today?” you asked, handing the papers to Aimee. “forgive me, i was under the impression that you were otherwise preoccupied for the day.”

he pauses for a moment, trying to remember if he has things to do as far as Simon is aware, he’s free from any obligations for the entire day. all so he could spend the day with you. or rather, near you… as much as you’d allow it.

“apologies, my queen.” he dipped his head. “i was just passing through.”

“right. of course.” all the women bowed once more before the queen began to walk whilst the rest trailed after. you lift your dress an inch up to allow your legs to move with haste.

you only halt in your tracks when he inquires, “did you get my gift?”

it is very unlikely that you’ve even kept it. but a man dares to hold a sliver of hope. that you had kept something that he had given to you. that you’re not spiteful enough to cast it aside as he did with your precious gifts.

he waits, with baited breath, as you turn around. a measured expression painted across your beautiful face. you’re careful to choose your words.

“yes.” you declared cautiously, narrowing your eyes. “it was lovely. thank you, your majesty.”

you made your way back inside the castle without so much as giving him a chance to say more. although he aches to follow, Simon feels strangely satisfied when you march forward, your annoyance radiating through the very leaves of each branch in the entire garden.

Johnny, who’d been hiding behind a tree, steps out from behind it with a half eaten apple. he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve and hums, brows furrowed as he watches you leave. “preoccupied?”

yes, Simon wonders about that bit too. “thought i cleared all meetings for the day.”

“aye, ye did.” Johnny agrees. “because ye wanted tae gawk at yer wife.”

little shit. Johnny’s hypocrisy is somewhat amusing. “as if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“oh, quite the contrary. if my wife looked as pretty as that–” Simon gives him a scathing glare. Johnny’s mouth snapped shut. “just sayin’.”

the king rolls his eyes and strides away before he can hear any more nonsense from his dear friend.

preoccupied, the word seemed… odd. you know his schedule, more so to work around it and do everything in your power to avoid him.

no matter. it’s probably just a misunderstanding on your part.

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