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etherynn · 7 months ago

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“I am similarly entranced with you.” Ugh. A woman with words of poetry 😖🤧🥹

THE CLIFFHANGER ???? HELLOOO???? YET ANOTHER WONDERFUL CHAPTER, and I cannot wait for the next to come 😁😁💕💕

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD????? IM OBSESSED

I will say, I was NOT expecting that cliff hanger in "Good luck, maid!" omg. If you're open to it could you do another part? this story is addictive 😭

Good Luck, Maid! Part 4 (Violet Brigerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Masterlist

Author’s Note: Thanks so much to everyone who left kind words in my inbox, there were many requests for Part 4 and I chose at random which to answer but I hope it satisfies you all. If not feel free to make another request (don’t be shy!). Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet tries to digest the information she has learned about Portia and Y/n. Colin and Penelope share news that intertwines the families forever. Violet becomes physically ill at the prospect of losing Y/n.

Warnings: insecurity, jealousy, panic attack, Violet has hateful fantasies about Portia and Y/n (slightly nsfw), no Beta read

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Lady Featherington, her daughters and their husbands entered the family room. Portia approached with her usual charming smile and open arms, "Violet," she exclaimed as she took the woman's hands in her own, "How good of you to invite us!" Taken by surprise, Violet startled slightly at the unwelcome touch. Portia cocked her head in slight confusion but disregarded the action out of politeness.

"Good of you to join us," Lady Danbury interjected. She laid a gentle hand upon Portia's forearm, "Sorry to steal you away, I simply must show you what Violet has done with the garden. She is much to humble to show you herself, but I have no such qualms," The women smiled at each other and Portia allowed herself to be steered out of the room, with the rest of the Featherington household trailing after her.

Looking over her shoulder Lady Danbury gave a warning stare to Violet, now was the time to collect herself. Alone again, she released a breath through clenched teeth. Blood rushed to her head and the room seemed to increase in temperature. Portia Featherington was the Lady who had captured her dear Y/n's heart. Pursing her lips, she began to pace the length of the room. She was feeling agitated by Portia's presence. The way she waltzed into the drawing room as if she owned it, as if she owned Y/n, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Oh, how Violet despised her. The friendship between their daughter's was the only reason she offered Portia the privilege of tolerance and now with the marriage of their children she had even contemplated becoming friendly. Such contemplations ceased.

She rested her palms on the cool wooden frame of the couch. She closed her eyes and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. A headache was working its way from her eyes to her temples. In an attempt to soothe herself she applied pressure to the area. Her mouth tasted sour and she felt bile working its way up her throat as she thought about Y/n. It was by miracle alone that of all the times Portia had visited her home, that she had not run into her former maid. She briefly thanked Eloise's insistence on having her brothers chaperone her rather than Y/n. Although unreasonable, she was tempted to order Y/n to stay in her quarters until the Featheringtons departed, just to ensure she remained hidden. She tsked herself, she was not that cruel, nor was it her place to have such possessive feelings for the young woman. Y/n may be a part of her household, but she was not indentured to it, and such authority over her would only be plausible if they were man and wife.

Violet pressed a fist into her chest, feeling her heart beat erratically. If she could only know how the younger woman felt. Until she spoke to Y/n, she could only assume that the opportunity for Portia and her to cross paths had simply never arisen, thus why she settled for Violet. However, Y/n had seemed so resigned in the morning, having no reaction at all to Hyacinth's rushed plans to gather the two families together. Was it possible that the maid no longer cared for Portia, and thus had no reaction to the idea of her presence? Violet's mind eased slightly at the thought.

A footman came through the door, "Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton have arrived, my Lady." She nodded her thanks and straightened her posture. Despite all the excitement, she had missed Colin greatly, and she would not allow Portia to mar the enjoyment of this reunion. She heard the young couple's excited chatter before she saw them, and felt herself soften at their giddy smiles.

"Lady Bridgerton" the couple spoke over each other, "Mama".

Colin wrapped his mother in an embrace, and she let her shoulders relax into the hold. "I've missed you, you must tell me of your adventures", she said honestly.

He chuckled at her tightening grasp, "All in due time Mama, I was hoping we could gather everyone together so I may not repeat myself," Violet loosened her grip at his words.

Taking a step back she smiled politely, "Yes, they all went to the gardens-"

Colin linked his arm between his mother's and Penelope's, "Fantastic" he interrupted, "we shall join them then?" Although phrased as a question, he had already begun to move the women with his powerful stride. Violet noted the unusual giddiness of her son, and how he kept moving his lips to the side to stop what seemed to be a smile.

The walk to the garden was faster than she would have liked, even with trying to stall them with conversation.

...

It was almost humorous how the sun decided to beat down and disrupt what was supposed to be a dreary winter day. Not a single cloud was in sight, leaving all exposed to the warm beams. There seemed to be no hiding from it. Violet squinted at the light. Her lips pulled back in a grimace, openly expressing her displeasure, although it was misinterpreted by those around her as a subtle smile.

Hyacinth, Eloise, and Francesca dropped the cricket equipment they had been setting up and jogged to meet them. The Featheringtons also swarmed around Colin and Penelope, embracing them and drowning the couple in questions. The noise of it all was aggravating her headache, and she involuntarily twitched whenever Phillipa's voice rose above the crowd. She put a hand just above her eyebrows, covering her delicate irises from further torment. Sweat droplets were forming at the nape of her neck, sliding down until they reached the all too tight collar of her dress. She briefly considered tugging at the constricting piece of fabric, but ultimately decided it to be un-lady like. With effort, she avoided eye contact with the verbally rambunctious group, her eyes only being caught by Lady Danbury’s concerned stare.

All eyes turned to Colin as he clapped his hands together to establish order.

The whole group became silent. He delicately cradled his wife's hand as he spoke, "Dear loved ones, we have the most precious of announcements to make," He looked down at his wife, smiling ear to ear. Penelope continued, "We are with child!" Pandemonium erupted as congratulations were slung at the young couple. Colin looked at his mother expectantly, and Violet smiled widely at him, "What wonderful news, a true blessing," she said genuinely.

She registered Portia's presence behind her, and bit the inside of her cheek when the Lady's hand came to rest on her back. "I suppose we will be seeing much more of each other."

She knew the other woman had mostly said it in teasing jest, however Violet felt bile burn her throat at the prospect. "Yes, we shall," Her voice was airy and almost swallowed by the contious chatter around them.

Portia smiled sweetly and moved to stand by her daughters. The air only seemed to be getting warmer, thickening as it sucked the water from ground. Violet tried to discreetly gulp but the air proved itself too dense to be swallowed. As her vision blurred, she grabbed onto one of the metal lounging chairs to stabilize herself.

In the distance she heard Eloise ask, "Mama, are you okay?" By the time her question had registered, Violet's eyes had already slipped closed and she felt the full effects of gravity as her knees gave out.

...

Her forehead pinched as she felt a wet cloth make contact with it. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open, but she came to realize that she now lay upon her bed. A soft hand brushed against her cheek, "Come on now, Lady Violet," Y/n gently coaxed. Violet's eyes fluttered open and she moved to kiss the hand stroking her adoringly.

"There you are..." Y/n hummed with affection and Violet suddenly felt very silly at their position. As she moved to sit up, a firm hand pushed at her chest, pressing her down until she conceded. She huffed in faux anonymous, covering her delight at the reassuring contact.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I got worked up," Violet looked at the woman hovering over her, currently inspecting her for any injuries she sustained from her fall. Careful hands sought her own, and she allowed herself to be moved as Y/n kissed the palms of her hands. Violet sighed contentedly, her mind still fuzzy from her fainting spell. The heat that had bombarded her earlier had dulled to a fine warmth, beckoning her back to sleep. She almost nodded off, interrupted by the cool cloth sliding from her throat to her clavicle. She gasped in shock and suddenly became aware that she had been stripped down to her slip. She looked shyly at Y/n, both of them aware of her hardening nipples.

She bit her lip before speaking, "May I have you," it was bold, and very unlike her to ask so forwardly. While she did genuinely want the woman, it was the jealous, immature side of her that desperately wanted an answer. If she could lay her claim to Y/n, Portia would surely be forgotten. She sat up and grasped Y/n's arms, trying to bring them together, "Let me have you."

Wincing in discomfort, Y/n unsuccessfully tried to pull away from Violet's grasp, "You are in no state, Lady Violet."

Her eyes began to sting at the refusal. She had lost the privilege to touch Y/n, a privilege that would no doubt be returned to Portia. She could see it now, the way Y/n would gasp as the red head palmed greedily at her chest. Portia's tongue gliding up the side of her neck, teeth grazing at her delicate shoulder, and Y/n's mouth opening as she moaned in ecstasy. She was sure the redhead would take Y/n roughly, over a piece of furniture as if Y/n were some kind of animal, not caring enough to gaze upon the woman's exquisite features. It sickened her beyond belief.

Once aware of herself, Violet looked down shamefully, and relaxed her grip. When Y/n used her thumb and forefinger to raise her chin, Violet became reinvigorated, "Please, I need to feel you, I need to know you're mine." Violet's round pleading eyes did more begging than the woman herself did. The reason for Violet's sudden change in behavior dawned on Y/n, and now it was her turn to look down in shame.

"I take it that you are aware of my history with Lady Featherington?" Violet nodded silently, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"If I could undo it, I would," she peered up at Violet's sympathetic face, "please understand, this short time with you has been more enlightening than my years with her." Her eyes shifted between Violets, trying desperately to communicate the enormity of her feelings.

Violet's lips pursed at the compliment, hiding her smile, "You do not have to lie to me-" Y/n brought her forehead to Violet’s and lightly kissed her, "I am not lying." Violet sighed in relief and reconnected their lips.

They separated for breath but kept their closeness, Violet breathed into the space between them quietly, "You have no idea how much I care for you, it is near impossible."

"I have some idea," Y/n nuzzled Violet with her nose, "I am similarly entranced with you." Y/n pulled away suddenly, "I almost forgot, I was supposed to tell Mr. Bridgerton when you awoke."

Violet laughed, "Well you best not keep my son waiting, he may decide to come check on me himself."

"I'll return shortly," She looked once more at Violet, kissing her tenderly before departing.

...

With the weight of worry lifted off her chest at Violet's waking, she moved quickly down the long halls of the Bridgerton estate.

Y/n had to admit, it was difficult to deny the woman anything. It would be a lie to say she was not tempted, that she did not have a devastating desire for the Lady. As she watched over Violet's fragile sleeping form, she promised herself to take care of her, to never let harm come to her and to never be the one to bestow it. When Violet awoke she had looked positively primal, with her luscious locks voluminous from the humidity and eyes almost black from her expanded pupil. As divine as she was, Y/n knew that the blush on her chest was not attributed to lust, but heat stroke, and the darkness of her eyes a product of her head colliding with the ground. Y/n could not go to bed with the woman, not in that state. She would make it up to Violet in sure time.

Y/n found Mr. Bridgerton in the study and alerted him of Violet's consciousness. Relieved, he requested lunch be brought up to her and Y/n nodded. On her way to the kitchen she pondered what the Lady would prefer. Perhaps a cold soup to lower her body temperature? Or maybe fruit and pastries to liven her up-

"Y/n," the maid stopped dead in her tracks at the all too familiar drawl of her name.

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etherynn · 8 months ago

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Oh my gosh — your style of writing is impeccable !!!!!! The wording, the BEAUTIFUL EMBODIMENT OF VIOLET’S FRIENDSHIP WITH LADY DANBURY!!!

YOU HAVE BLESSED MY NIGHT WITH THIS WONDERFUL FIC — and I can sleep in peace and giddiness bubbling in my heart at knowing Violet Bridgerton is getting the attention she truly deserves — THANK YOU FOR WRITING FOR HER — AMAZING WORK, AND I LOOK FORWARD FOR THE FUTURE FICS THAT INVOLVE HER — AND ANY OTHER CHARACTER HOPEFULLY!

Heyy, could you make an Violet bridgerton x maid please??

Good luck, Maid! Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Author's Note: So, so many creative liberties were taken, if it is not to your liking feel free to request a part 2 with a more detailed ask (don't be shy!)

Summary: Violet is in need of a new maid, Eloise implores the help of Miss y/n. Violet turns to a friend as she digests the new feelings being spurred on by y/n.

Warnings: slight internalized homophobia, SFW, no Beta read

Anthony stormed into the drawing room in a fury, causing the rest of the Bridgerton family to look up from their places and the mindless chatter to cease.

“Mother, I’ve fired Miss Smith- she has irrevocably disrespected our family name. I’ve heard talk amongst the staff that she has been selling old clothes and pocketing the money.”

Somewhat still startled, Violet looked upon her son with a grimace, “but what shall I do about the Kent’s ball tonight? I still need to get ready, and I hardly look presentable as is.” She pursed her lips in thought and turned her gaze to the rest of the room.

Before she could speak again, a very eager Eloise offered, “well that is simply unacceptable, you should have Miss y/n help dress you tonight. However, dressing both you and I would pose a challenge to a timely arrival…So it would be most sensible if I did not accompany you tonight-“

Violet gently raised her hand, and smiled fondly at her daughter’s blatant attempt to weasel her way out of going, “That is a very generous offer, Eloise. Although, don’t let my acceptance be misconstrued, I am aware you look for any excuse to avoid these events.” Eloise shrunk slightly at getting caught but a closed mouth smile pulled across her face at her own victory.

“Thank you, Mother” she patted Violet’s hand and went to stand, “and not to worry, I will tell Miss y/n of tonight’s change.”

…

Violet sat on her bed awaiting Miss y/n’s arrival. She had only ever caught glimpses of the young maid. Eloise preferred to be alone most of the day and used her brothers as chaperones, so y/n’s job had been significantly reduced, allowing her to spend the bulk of the day in the staff quarters.

She knew her daughter despised having social responsibilities, and with her upcoming trip to Scotland perhaps she would relieve her from forced outings until the departure. Such would free Miss y/n to be the semi permanent solution to Miss Smith’s firing.

In quiet reflection, she smoothed her hand across the comforter, tracing the designs. As busy as she kept herself, she could not ignore the subtle emptying of her house. While winter brought shorter days to the Ton, days spent by herself seemed to drudge towards the sweet relief of sleep. Although she loved Hyacinth and Gregory, their company could become quite tedious when their insistent arguments became less amusing and more predictable. Benedict was rarely home and when he was he joined the sibling banter. No matter where she went, a dreadful feeling of isolation followed.

Lost in thought, she did not respond to the initial knock at her door, “My lady, may I come in?” The muffled voice of Miss y/n broke her from her trance. She rose from the bed in a hurry, “Yes, please do.”

She stood with her hands clasped neatly in front of her, watching the door open with great anticipation. Miss y/n face was revealed, and Violet’s mouth opened slightly. As if the world had slowed she watched Miss y/n enter. Eloise’s maid was quite pretty. Her eyes held a wisdom that was uncommon for her age, and lacked the cruelty that usually accompanied it.

Time quickly caught up with Violet as Miss y/n stood in front of her, awaiting instruction. Violet smiled awkwardly and lowered her eyes, which proved to be a mistake as she looked upon Miss y/n’s figure.

Stuttering slightly, “let us start with hair shall we”, Violet motioned towards her vanity and in a few short strides took a seat.

“Yes, my lady,” with expertise and nimble fingers y/n plucked the pins holding Violet’s hair up, causing waves of the light brown locks to cascade down.

Violet watched the young woman work through the mirror. She found herself entranced by the graceful movements of hands and suddenly envisioned them tangled in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. She took in a sharp breath, surprised by the vivid imagery. Her eyes closed as she tried to ground herself. She felt her face get hot and opened her eyes quickly, and to her utter horror, her cheeks burned a bright red.

It confused her, how could the simple presence of y/n make her imagination run errant? Violet sat dumbfounded, perhaps her loneliness had caught up with her. She made a note to spend ample time with Lady Danbury after this, she was obviously feeling a deficit in emotional intimacy if her mind was playing such tricks on her.

…

Once at the ball, Violet let Hyacinth and Gregory run off with the Kent children to the garden, while she herself made haste to Lady Danbury.

“Ah Violet, wonderful to see you.” Lady Danbury smiled lightly and looked out at the crowd of young people dancing, “interesting how they can touch and dance so openly, yet it would be the talk of the Ton if they were to hold gazes too long in the courtyard.”

Violet laughed absently still thinking about the way y/n hands flittered through her hair, “Yes. Interesting indeed, Agatha.”

Lady Danbury glanced at her from the side, sensing her distractedness, reaching her hand out to Violet’s shoulder in concern she said “Violet, is something the matter…”

It was the clear affection from a woman so formidable to the Ton that made Violet realize she was in fact not in a deficit of any kind. What she had felt for Miss y/n today was a rather unique, isolated experience.

“Actually…” Violet pursed her lips and looked over her shoulder briefly, “shall we tour the gardens?”

Catching on, Lady Danbury hummed in agreement, lacing their arms together as they began their walk, getting away from prying eyes. Once in the garden, Violet let out a sigh, unsure of how to phrase this.

“I felt something strange today,” Violet’s whispered words were almost carried away by the wind.

Ears peaked, Lady Danbury widened her eyes in questioning, “Should I presume this is about our earlier discussion of a certain garden being in bloom?”

With a guffaw, Violet nodded abashedly, “You always shock me with your blatancy, but yes, in a way it is about…that.”

In jest, Lady Danbury motioned towards the flora and fauna of the Kents grounds, “Well, have you found someone to tend your garden?”

Violet laughed, “Not quite, I am afraid things are quite complicated.”

“Do you like them?” Lady Danbury questioned.

“I am not sure…” came Violets quiet response.

“Do they like you?” she tried again.

“Good heavens, most likely not.”

“Hmm complicated indeed.” She finally agreed. “I can only advise you to pursue what makes you happy, but you must know what that in itself is, Violet.”

Violet nervously sucked in a breath of the cool night air, “What if it were something unspeakable?”

“Why, Violet, I’d be impressed,” she laughed and grabbed Violets hands in sincerity, “We have all done unspeakable things, however between friends the unspeakable can be spoken without fear of judgment.”

Looking into her friend’s eyes, she squeezed the other woman’s hands, “You are a good friend, Agatha. For now I have nothing of tangibility to speak of... However, I may ask you to tea in the near future if that would be alright?”

“That would be perfectly fine, my dear, shall we head back to the party?”

“We shall.”

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etherynn · 8 months ago

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my apologies for not thoroughly reading your author’s note where it clearly mentions there will be a part 2 — I was just so beyond excited and eager to read this post you’ve done which was so beautifully written by the way!!!! There is not many fictional stories for the bridgerton women characters, and I am currently beaming and cheering at how you’ve written of not just a woman from Bridgerton, but the dowager viscountess herself, so I thank you for sharing this !😭💕💕💕💕

one of the main things I’m sure everyone loves about the Bridgerton family is the presence of each member being deeply and preciously involved in one another’s lives — and I adore how you captured it into this piece of fiction — their interactions, the minor mentions of their unique personalities — even the reader’s attentiveness with the gifts for the Bridgertons!!!!

another wholesome and bittersweet part I absolutely wholeheartedly loved was Anthony speaking with his mother, asking her about her feelings towards the courting. It’s a beautiful moment shared between them, and I LOVE how he comforts her — how he gives his input, and just the whole mention of Edmund had me tearing up.

once again, this was beautifully written, love, and I look forward for the future part, and many more stories of yours <33🩷🩷

VIOLET BRIDGeTtON PLEASE PLEASE

A Courtship? (Violet Bridgerton x GN!Reader)

Summary: You court the dear Violet Bridgerton and she is surprised, but quite flushed at the idea. Pronouns: You/Yours, They/Them Warnings: Slight angst Word Count: 4.8k A/N: I've had this idea for months. Months. I love this woman with my whole heart. There will be a part two because this got too long. Tagging: @etherynn @theonefairygodmother @ignaciocv

The Bridgerton home was a home that everyone wished for. The structure itself was beautiful, multiple floors, dozens of rooms, chandeliers, paintings of the family. It wasn’t the structure itself that the people of society were necessarily jealous of, no, it was the family themselves.

The Bridgerton family were blessed with handsome sons, beautiful daughters, all from a gorgeous, loving pair of parents. They were blessed with talented children in the arts, in the mind, and even in the heart.

When the new season arrives for daughters to find husbands, mothers are already preparing their own children for the Bridgerton daughters arrivals. Daphne was the diamond of the season, she was almost engaged to a prince, and she is now a duchess. Eloise consistently gained the attention of each suitor on the floor, and Francesca was named the ‘Sparkler’ of the season for her intelligently beautiful compositions on the piano, which everyone knew the meaning of. The Bridgertons were a family that could not be out-charmed.

That wasn’t the only reason that society was jealous of the Bridgertons, they were jealous because the family seemed to love each other so dearly. Whenever they were seen out in the gardens, at the lakes, at balls, they were all laughing with one another, dancing even. Not many families can reflect such a powerful bond, that is why everyone is jealous of the Bridgertons, because they have each other.

It was an early afternoon where the birds were chirping, the sun was shining warmly through the windows, and everyone was ready for the day. The family were all in their day clothes, already having eaten breakfast and practiced any compositions, writings, and or drawings they wanted to complete that day. Due to that, the Bridgerton home was lively and bustling with laughter as it typically was in the day.

Gregory and Hyacinth were up to their usual troubles, swiping sweets from their siblings plates, discussing future plans that were way too far out for them to worry about, and playing games that they couldn’t understand how they were losing to each other.

Anthony was teasing Colin for his activities at the prior party quietly, away from their mothers sharp ears across the room. Though they hid their whispers and scolding, anyone could see how Anthony gently hit Colin in the back of the neck before shaking him by his shoulder with a gracious smile.

Francesca was practicing one of her pieces, creating a peaceful background to the activities at hand. This was also known as her not wanting to involve herself in the activities of her siblings, which everyone was quite fine with. Kate was enjoying the music as she sat on the bench with Francesca, enjoying her cup of tea as she listened to the melodies.

Two others who weren’t invested in what was happening with the rest of the house were Eloise and Benedict, who constantly looked as if they were planning something. Eloise would point to something in her book and Benedict would chuckle, rolling his eyes as he looked away. The brown haired girl would close her book and smack her brother in the shoulder with her hand and he simply laughed harder. No one knew what they were talking about, but everyone knew that it was just how they were.

Watching all of the Bridgerton children happily tending to themselves within the same room, within the comfort of each other brought a smile to someone's face. That someone was Violet Bridgerton, the mother of each and every one of those beautiful children. She had her hands rested on her lap, her eyes shifted from the couch across her where Benedict and Eloise sat to the piano where Francesa and her daughter in law Kate didn’t speak, but enjoyed each other's company. She watched her youngest children run across the room, almost knocking into their older brothers who stopped their conversation to grab hold of them and join in on the excitement.

Violet Bridgerton loved her family, and they all loved her dearly as well. That’s why they fit together, that’s why they always worked.

It wasn’t unusual for the Bridgerton home to receive visitors, so when the footman walked in no one paid him much mind. The only person who turned their head was Violet, as she had been the one to pay more mind ever since Daphne's first season.

The footman stood tall as he entered, hands at his sides, the door now open. “My lady,” He greeted, not looking anywhere in particular, “a noble has arrived to call upon you.”

The Bridgertons focus was now set to the footman before they all looked at one another, more specifically they all looked at Eloise, the girl who has yet to find a husband.

The brown haired girl looked around for a moment before turning to look at the footman, “Me?” She asked hesitantly, grabbing hold of Benedict to hide herself from whoever may have walked through the door. The brother, in response, shoved her from him with a teasing smile, causing the girl to only pull him even more to shield herself.

The footman didn’t look at Eloise when she spoke, he looked at Violet for a moment before speaking. “For the Viscountess Violet Bridgerton.” He announced slowly, no clear expression on his face.

The Bridgerton children all went back to their typical tasks, a little quiet since they had a visitor, but they did not mind the visitor at all. It could’ve been anyone, Lady Danbury, any of the neighbors, or simply her friends. It didn’t necessarily concern the children, so they continued with their afternoon.

Violet clapped her hands and stood with a smile, “Please, send them in!” She spoke happily, walking from the couch to the center of the room to be able to greet the visitor.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a known person on a personal level who had walked into the Bridgerton drawing room, it was someone Violet had only ever spoken to for a few moments at balls or other parties.

You were a noble who was well known within society for your estates, businesses, your family lineage, and overall your general charm. There were no rumors about you, but there were also no praises within Lady Whistledown nor from the queen, you were simply a sharp noble who kept up with expectations.

Though it was a bit surprising, Violet still greeted you with a gentle smile and sparkle in her eyes. “How unexpected!” She announced, causing her children to turn their heads to the door where you stood with a soft expression. “It’s wonderful to see you, Noble.” She spoke as she curtseyed, greeting you.

Her children all followed suit with a collective, “Good day”, all bowing and/or curtseying to greet you.

You walked in a little further, facing Violet as you bowed, “Good day, Viscountess Bridgerton.” You spoke softly, soon turning to face the others before greeting them as well, “Good day, Lord and Lady Bridgertons.”

After greetings ceased, Violet tilted her head a bit, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, gently turning her body as she awaited your response.

You finally remembered that you hadn’t expressed why you had found yourself at the Bridgerton home, you bowed once more as a sign of apology, “Dearest Viscountess-” You began to speak, but Violet soon filled the room with her laughter, waving your words off politely, “Oh, please, call me Violet.”

You nodded, taking a bit of a deep breath. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as all of the Bridgerton eyes were on you, something you should have expected, but you did not account for. “Dearest Violet, I’ve come to inquire if…” You trailed off, seeing if you could find the right words to let this visit go smoothly.

“If?” She asked expectantly, shoulders raised high, polite smile still gracing her face.

She was met with no answer for a moment before you let out a shuddered breath and stood tall, your eyes only meeting hers. “If I might seek your favor in courting you.” You finally spat out, your voice stronger than you expected, but as long as you didn’t stutter, you didn’t mind.

The room filled with silence. Francesca abruptly stopped playing, the children all stopped their giggles to stare at the doorway, any conversation was paused at the sudden announcement.

Anthony walked to stand next to his mother, getting a good look at you, “Court?” He asked, brows furrowed in a bit of confusion.

Kate quickly stood from the piano and walked to Anthony, grasping his arm gently, “Anthony, I implore you.” She mumbled into her husband's ear before turning to smile at you, “I apologize.” She spoke on his behalf, trying to stay as polite as possible.

You bowed gently to her, “There is no need for that Viscountess Bridgerton, I do understand why he would ask.” You assured her, standing straight as you made eye contact with the man of the house who you had yet to answer. “To answer your concerns, Viscount Bridgerton, indeed. I wish to court the Lady Violet.” You spoke, turning to the subject of the matter, the subject who held a shocked expression on her face.

Violet couldn’t even respond, she could feel her face warming but she was unsure if that was because she was flustered at the sudden position she was in, or if she was flattered. Before she could open her mouth to speak, someone else weaved their way into the conversation.

“You’re asking her?” Gregory asked from the side of the room, voice filled with confusion as he stood next to his sister.

The room seemed to murmur with agreement, typically if you were courting a dowager, you would go through the eldest son to ask for permission. Anthony seemed just as confused as Violet, so it seemed you didn’t ask him.

You let out a nervous laugh as you finally noticed all the eyes boring into your figure, all you could do was stand awkwardly as you tried to think of an answer for your choices.

Violet noticed your sudden pulse of anxiety and clapped her hands, “Children, could give the noble and me a moment, please?”

Anthony began to shake his head, “Mother-”

Kate gently tugged at Anthony, ��Of course.” She spoke quietly with a nod, looking at Anthony sharply as she led him out the room.

Gregory and Hyacinch were ushered out by Colin who followed behind, Francesca stood from the piano quickly and quietly to walk out the door. Eloise stood with a slightly impressed expression and Benedict did the same, holding out his arm to her to which she took, the two walking out, turning their heads ever so slightly to observe you a bit more.

Soon enough, you and Violet Bridgerton were alone in the drawing room, sure that all of the children were listening at the door. You didn’t mind, you just couldn’t handle all of their eyes on you at once.

Violet laughed a bit, turning to sit on the couch, “I beg your pardon for my children’s behavior, we are all deeply involved in each other's lives.” She spoke softly, turning her head to see you standing in the same place stiffly. “Please, come sit.”

You nodded with a tense smile, walking to the couch and sitting a respectable amount away from her, turning to face her. “They’re remarkably kind to be as protective as they are.” You responded to her, thinking about how even the youngest was concerned for the break in societal norms.

“I love them dearly.” Violet stated a bit awkwardly, placing her hands in her lap as she looked down at them. “Um, I do not wish to be impertinent, but why are you asking me, initially?” She asked you, looking over at you hesitantly, a bit scared to look at you fully.

You paused for a moment to gather your words before you adjusted your clothing, “I wanted to inquire directly, as I was unsure of your interest.”

“In you?”

“In a caller who holds interest for you.” You specified, taking a deep breath. “I would never want to place you in a situation where I inquired of another if you were comfortable with someone courting you.”

Violet hummed, her eyes crinkling as the corners of her lips gently upturned, “So, you sought to ensure that I was… ready?” She tried to confirm, licking her lips slightly.

“If you are not, I completely understand.” You responded, your body relaxing slightly now that you were comfortable in the conversations.

The woman in front of you thought for a moment, “I shall be honest, this is all so-” Her words were interrupted when the doors broke open, shocking the both of you. Violet let out a small surprised gasp and you clutched the side of the couch in shock of the sudden interruption.

Hyacinth rushed in, looking around before locking onto her mother, “Mama! The noble brought gifts!” She announced, looking behind her and running when Benedict came to collect her.

“Hyacinth!” Benedict spoke through gritted teeth before giving you both a sweet smile, turning to grab his little sister.

Due to the interruption, everyone filed back in, as did carts and carts of presents for the Bridgerton family.

Violet stared, wide eyed, at the collection of different items, some of which she had never seen sell in their town. “This is too much!” She spoke, standing, hand over her chest as she watched more gifts appear.

You stood as well, dancing on your heels slightly, “Having developed an interest in you and your family over these past few years, it only felt appropriate to present gifts.” You expressed, looking to make sure everything was there.

“You neglected to mention that you brought gifts.” The woman told you, an unexplained feeling being expressed on her.

“I will be honest,” You began, chewing the inside of your cheek, “your family is beautiful as well as intimidating.” You breathed out a chuckle, looking to the floor before looking over at Violet, “I did slightly forget.”

The woman couldn’t hold back her laughter at your words as she placed a hand on your shoulder, “This is all so beautiful.” She told you, watching as the children all went to separate carts before she herself walked forward to one filled with flowers. “These are gorgeous.” She told you, hand gently running over the petals of them.

“I did not know which were your favorite.”

She turned to you, “Hyacinths are my favorite.”

“I shall note that.” You told her gently, standing back as they all admired the presents.

Eloise stumbled upon a cart filled with books, strange material dawning the bindings, “I’ve never laid eyes on such books before.” She commented, mostly to herself.

You overheard her musings to herself and spoke up, “They are from my expeditions. Journals penned by philosophers and doctors I have encountered.”

She spun to face you, “Oh, how delightful. More men regurgitating the same ideas they’ve echoed for ages.” She spoke sarcastically, sighing as she returned her attention back to the books.

You nodded a bit at her blunt response, “Most of the writings are by women from different cultures.” You responded, walking over to where Benedict was eyeing another set of gifts.

Eloise watched you walk off and tilted her head thoughtfully, “Oh.”

Benedict lifted a polished wooden box, opening it to reveal a spectrum of vibrant paints within it. “These paints…” He began, marveling at the richness, his gaze shifting to the other boxes, a few engraved with his name, “They’re extraordinary!” He complimented with a smile, examining all the different shades and colors.

Hearing footsteps approaching him, he assumed it was a sibling and turned to tell them about the paint sets with enthusiasm, but it was you. You grinned at him and asked, “Do you enjoy them?”

Surprised, Benedict responded with, “How did you know I like to paint?”

“I’ve seen your pieces.” You responded simply, not elaborating further.

Benedict scoffed within his laughter, “Where on earth-”

“I cannot divulge that information, unfortunately, I do hope you like them.” You interrupted gently, walking over to the others, leaving the conversation to hang.

This is the way that most of the conversation went, from the sweet treats for the children, the jewelry for the women, the saddles for the men. When you reached Francesca, on the other hand, she wasn’t drawn to any of the items necessarily.

You stood next to her, “Do none of these catch your eye?” You asked, gaze fixed forward rather than towards her.

The girl looked over at you briefly before returning forward, “Everything is lovely,” she replied in a soft voice.

“None of them catch your eye?” You repeated, your tone calm, almost peaceful.

Francesca shook her head, “They do not.”

Acknowledging her response, you nodded. Leaning forward to one of the carts, you picked up a rather thick box and handed it to Francesca.

“I do not paint.” She informed you, anticipating what was inside of the wooden boxes due to Benedict's reaction.

Leaning closer to her you whispered, “They are not paints,” before walking back over to Violet who was still looking over everything, unsure of how you were able to get so many items into her home in a short period of time.

When you walked away, Francesca sighed and settled at the piano bench, opening the box you had given her. She was surprised at the sight, they were indeed not paints. A smile broke out onto the girl's face as she eagerly scrambled through the wooden box. It was paper, they weren’t blank sheets, but they were intricate piano compositions. They hailed for composes she had never heard before, but they seemed just her pace, she couldn’t wait to try it out.

Once you finally reached Violet again, the woman seemed calmer than her originally nervous stature. She met your eyes and thanked you over and over again for the gifts, she spoke about how happy her children looked, she spoke about all the beautiful things you brought.

You looked at her with a gentle light in your eyes, not speaking over her, simply listening. When she finished her thankful rambles she awaited you to speak but you gently took her hands and kissed them, almost feather-light.

Your eyes flicked up to her and stayed in her gaze as your head lifted to its original position, “Please, do think about it.”

That was the final thing you said to Violet Bridgerton before you took your leave, removing yourself from the Bridgerton home, your mark being made on the family.

The Bridgerton home was now filled with conversation about the almost mysterious noble who filled their drawing room with gifts, and basically asked for their mothers hand. The only topic of conversation at dinner was everyone expressing the presents they had been given, their reviews, how interesting they all were, and more. The only person eating in silence was Violet herself.

After dinner Violet found herself in front of her mirror, brushing her hair quietly as she prepared herself for bed. A knock sounded at her bedroom door gently, almost too quietly. She rose from her seat in front of her mirror and opened the door, greeted by the face of her eldest son, Anthony, who appeared troubled..

“Anthony, darling, is something the matter?”

Anthony had a deep frown on his face when she asked such a question, “I should be asking you that.” He told her, silently seeking permission to enter the room.

Violet opened the door wider and walked into her room, sitting on her bed as Anthony closed the room door quietly, opting to stand rather than sit.

His mother hummed quietly, “Something seems to be wrong.”

The eldest son huffed as he looked at his mother intently, “How do you feel about this?”

She blinked, slightly taken aback, “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean,” Anthony began, sitting next to her, “the noble asked to court you.” He reminded her, looking at her a bit confused on how she would have forgotten. “It doesn’t matter how they’ve charmed the family, they’ve asked to court you, personally.” He told Violet, crossing his arms slightly, “How are you feeling about that?”

Violet turned her gaze to the wall in front of her, contemplating. She had thought the initial shock had settled when you had left, but it was evident that it was still there. She gently placed her hand over her heart as she took a deep breath, “I find it quite flattering, unexpected, but flattering.” She whispered, avoiding her son's gaze.

“But, are you going to accept their request to court you?”

There was a pause as Violet pondered deeply, “I do not know.” She admitted honestly, shaking her head as she imagined the possibility, “I do not know if I can.”

Anthony sighed, gathering his thoughts. “What do you mean, if you can?”

Violet shook her head again, her hand still pressed against her chest, it suddenly felt painful to breathe. “I do not believe I am allowed to.”

“Allowed?”

“Am I able to just…” She took a breath, tears welling up unexpectedly. “Am I able to just move on like that, so easily?” She asked, her vision fogging as a sob quietly choked out. “Would Edmund ever forgive me?” She covered her mouth with one of her hands to stifle any further cries but it proved ineffective.

Anthony had witnessed his mothers vulnerable moments and it had always been difficult. After his father's passing, he had assumed the role of head of the household, yet he had never seen his mother so distraught. She was giving birth to his youngest sister, and she was devastated at the mere idea of his father not being there. Anthony froze in the moment, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to be there for his mother…and he realized that now, he still didn’t.

Seeing her cry over the guilt of moving on from her first love, questioning if she deserved to be loved by someone new, shattered Anthony's heart into pieces. He slowly wrapped an arm around his mothers crying figure, letting her lean into him as she wept. He smoothed her hair with one of his hands, cheek to the crown of her head as he slowly rocked them both.

She had every right to feel this way, he just never expected it to hit her all at once. It must’ve been overwhelming, so Anthony just held her quietly, smoothing her hair until her cries quieted down to small hiccups.

“Mama,” He whispered to the woman, waiting for her to respond.

She hummed to let him know she was listening, but she couldn’t find the strength to say anything more in that moment.

Anthony nodded, still holding her close, “I think father would just…” he tried to speak but the words caught in his throat as he thought about his father.

He remembered how kind his father was, how he wanted nothing but the best for all of their family, how he was never a man to raise his voice. Anthony considered a world where he could speak to his father one more time, where he could ask one last question. He wouldn’t ask if he missed them, if he wanted to be with them, because Anthony knew he would want to. He would ask if his father would truly forgive his mother, and after a moment of contemplating the idea, Anthony believed he knew the answer.

“I think father wouldn’t forgive you.” He suddenly declared, feeling his mother shift her head to look up at him. He knew she would try to speak, but he stopped her with a gentle hand, “I think he wouldn’t forgive you, because there’s nothing to forgive.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, her voice trembling.

Anthony blinked back his own growing tears as he spoke about his father, it was always hard, it would never become easier. “Father always wished for us to be happy, to live, to love, to enjoy ourselves…” He trailed off, trying to find the courage to continue.

“He did always want us to enjoy ourselves, what does that have t-”

“I believe father would want you to remarry if you were ready to love again.” Anthony interrupted, his words were rushed and emotional. It almost seemed as if he struggled to get the sentence out, as if it were hard for the reality of the situation to be accepted.

Violet blinked at Anthony, taken aback “Pardon?”

“Father would want you to live happily; he always wished for it.” He spoke, looking at the floor as he cradled his mother, “I believe…no…” Anthony interrupted his own thoughts, “I know he would want us to remember him fondly, but he would never want to be the reason we hold ourselves off from moving on.”

“Anthony, I am happy with all of you…”

“If you truly had no intention of accepting, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Anthony stated firmly, pulling back from his mother to look her in her eyes. “If you really weren’t considering it, you would have declined the noble’s offer.”

The words rang in the air for a moment and Violet found herself unable to respond. She couldn’t articulate her thoughts because Anthony was right, she wouldn’t be agonizing over Edmund if a part of her didn’t yearn to accept the courtship.

Seeing as his mother wasn’t ready to reply, Anthony gently withdrew himself from her embrace, “Think about it a bit more, Mother.” He urged gently, walking to the door, “Goodnight.” He bid her, closing the door behind him and leaving Violet Bridgerton alone in her bedroom.

The only thing the woman could think of as she laid her head on the pillow were her son's words, “I think he wouldn’t forgive you, because there’s nothing to forgive.”

A week later, and there had been no sign of you. Violet seemed quieter than usual, but the children didn’t necessarily comment on it, neither did Anthony as he had seen how conflicted his mother was.

In the drawing room, only Violet sat, she would sit alone for a few more moments, even after her family had left. No one questioned her sudden solitude or asked if she wished to join them, they knew she would in due time

Lost in thought, Violet was absently playing with her fingers. She gazed at the windows where she could see people walking the streets, the sun shining on them heavenly. After a while, she stood and brushed herself off with a soft smile, making her way to the door to rejoin her family.

She would’ve continued had the footman not arrived at the door, hands at his sides when he entered. “My lady, you have a caller.” He announced, awaiting her response.

Violet straightened, her eyes widening briefly before she composed herself, “Yes, of course.” She mumbled slightly. “Please, send them in.” She told him quietly, standing in front of the entrance.

You entered with a warm smile on your face, holding a bouquet of the most exquisite flowers Violet had ever seen.

Violet curtsied graciously, “Good day, Noble.” She greeted, looking up nervously, her demeanor resembling a debutante in her first season.

You bowed in return, “Good day, Viscountess Bridgerton.” You replied, standing tall as you approached her, gently presenting the bouquet.

“My favorites…” Violet whispered, observing the Hyacinths with lightly sparkling eyes.

“I took note.” You responded quietly, admiring her reaction.

Violet lightly laughed in response, turning to arrange the flowers in a vase. “Um, do you have time for lunch?” She asked somewhat hastily, attempting to be welcoming, but she was overall fairly nervous.

You shook your head regretfully, “Unfortunately not, I’ve come to bring you a gift and thank you for accepting my invitation.”

“Oh, well, you’re welcome.” She spoke a bit solemnly.

You stepped closer, gently taking her hands in yours. “I have business this morning, but I would like to return tomorrow. Perhaps we could take a walk in the afternoon, if you would enjoy that?”

The woman gently nodded, a stray curl from her pinned up hair gently escaping, “I would enjoy that…” She responded, her voice falling off as you tucked the curl back into place.

“I shall look forward to it then.” You said, bowing gracefully before making your way out of the Bridgerton estate.

Once you were gone, Violet couldn’t help but gently smell the flowers you had gotten for her. You were quite thoughtful and she recognized that early on, but the flowers only reinforced the sentiment.

The brown haired woman smiled to herself, “Maybe this really will be good for me.” She whispered, walking out of the drawing room to join her family.

The beautiful hyacinths rested on the ledge amidst the family portraits, appearing as though the space there was meant for them all along. As though they belonged there.

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