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Dove Cameron Edits ✤ Dorothea Bridgerton x Simon Basset

Alchemical ✤ Fragile Things: The ghost of you will always live in these rooms, you get to leave, I don't have that luxury

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

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Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Y/N

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Y/N Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Y/N, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Y/N turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Y/N couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Y/N replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Y/N’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Y/N, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Y/N nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Y/N’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Y/N’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Y/N and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Y/N’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Y/N took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Y/N’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Y/N, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Y/N stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Y/N turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Y/N had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Y/N corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Y/N Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Y/N replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Y/N was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Y/N agreed. “And you may call me Y/N.”

[tayloralisonswift]

i’m so sorry bridgerton. but i had to <3

jacksmannequins/romancingmrbridgertons -> dorotheaism

[littlecoffeeadict]

Bridgerton DR Script✨️👗🩵

-Princess Natalia Dorothea of Brussels

-Sister of Prince Henry of Brussels

-Niece of Queen Charlotte

-I Went away from Home at 16 and startet to travel the world by ship

-I'm now 23 years of age

-Came to London to see my brother, but arrived a few days before the season began

-I'm staying at the palace of the queen, who adores me

-The King also likes md, and the Queen likes to say I've turned him into quite the feminist

-I'm called Natty by Eloise, Collin and Antony Brigderton and by Penelope Featherington, Dodie by my brother Henry, and Dorothy by Benjamin and Daphne Bridgerton

-I'm a feminist

-I have a wild spirit

-I'm amazing at fencing, know how to sail realy Well and have exelent horsemenship, also a good dancer

-Dresses in dark red and brown shades, dark greens, dark orange, Black and white, and also a dark Violett

-I Speak german, english, french, spanish, greek, latin, Hindi, italian, russian and sweedish, because I was taught as a child and traveled to those countrys

-I Have been close friends with all the Bridgertons, esspecialy with Eloise and Ben, since I was 6

-My parents send me to my aunt and uncle when I was little, where I met the Bridgerton children on the market and became friends with them

-Visited them till I was 14

-Ran away with 16 and startet writing Letters to the Bridgertons

-I have a dog named Nick who is currently 3 years old. I picked him up in the streets of venice as a pup, and he has been at my side ever since. He likes to play and protects me at all cost. He likes to cuddle a lot and to run side by side with the horses when they run.

Nick:

Face Claim:

So Yeah thats it, a little different today cause I originally made that script on Samsung Notes but was to lazy to edit it completly.

Anyways have a great Day byeee✨️🫶

[incoherentbabblings]

It really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things but something I always found ??? about the Queen Charlotte Bridgerton series is the refusal to engage with why Charlotte and George's daughters were so late to marry and, yeah, it was partially Charlotte needing her daughters as emotional crutches when George completely lost his mind but also George's sisters and aunts were beaten abused and humiliated by their husbands and yes that really did colour his engagement in discussions for potential matches.

His aunt Mary was frequently beaten in Hesse, his sister Caroline Matilda's story in Denmark was so bad she was dead by 23 and his great aunt Sophia Dorothea in Prussia once watched her daughter nearly be murdered by her father during one of his rages to the point where it was the servants dragging him off her, not to mention her repeatedly trying and failing to protect her son from his father too. These were well known and publicised moments, these were not secrets. People knew.

So like... British princesses did not do well on the continent and George knew that was was extremely cautious about where he would be sending his daughters. This is the guy after-all who was known for being rather out of step for how much he enjoyed being a father.

I know Bridgerton is dumb fluff but it's still really teeth grinding in its erasure of George's caution when it came to safeguarding his daughters before he became incapable of making arrangements. And that in itself led to them being taken advantage by older men in their households because they were the only men the girls knew. They never stood a chance.

That's more interesting and heartbreaking than the girls meekly saying they wanted to stay with their mum to be her personal punching bags. Charlotte did need her daughters, and they resented her for it and turned to less than stellar men offering them a way out. Not the other way around. George loved the girls and had seen his own family be abused and beaten. His over-protectiveness led to them being taken advantage of.

Idk. This is just a ramble, but giving the daughter's this selfless motivation to stick by their mother when they had well and truly been failed by their parents (never intentionally!!) I guess makes for a less complicated tv story.

[xslytherclawx-writes]

I was tagged by @thebreakfastgenie

I don't have a "WIP folder" per se so I'm def missing some but let's go

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

R/E Modern AU (Harry Potter)

Reg/Evan affair (Harry Potter)

R/E fake dating (Harry Potter)

Regulus Survives (Harry Potter)

Slytherin AU (Harry Potter)

Evan goes to Azkaban (Harry Potter)

chanukah - drarry (Harry Potter)

chanukah - dorothea (evermore - Taylor Swift)

chanukah ow new (original work)

Regulus/Neville time travel AU (Harry Potter)

Pride 2023 - Greg/Neville (Bridgerton)

2023 Pride - Lower Decks (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

2023 pride - klave (Umbrella Academy)

Charlie/Felix dating (Harry Potter)

aaaand I think that's as far back as I'm willing to dig lol

some of these are active WIPs (1-3, 5), some I'm going to finish for next year (7-9, 11-13), and the rest are just ??? maybe someday when the time is right I'll finish them.

i do not think I know 14 people to tag lmfao so i'm just gonna go @tavina-writes, @nemaliwrites, @cardassiangoodreads, @chthonicrose aaand anyone else who wants to do this!

[the-witching-ash]

Thoughts on crossovers for Bridgerton?

Caroline Cowper - Peggy, Rosaline, Benjamin, Dorothea, Florentina & Jonathan

Alexander & Priscilla

Peggy, Dorothea, Catrina

Priscilla (individual from Alexander)

Benjamin, Peggy, Rosaline, Clarissa, Cornelia, Honora, Isabella

Alexander (individual from Priscilla)

Jonathan (look I just *know* Alexander has bi-experimented in the past and wants to with him. 👀

Catalina, Benjamin, Dorothea, Juliana, Winnifred

[lcrk]

I feel like Dorothea doesn't necessarily have 'smartphone face' so much as 'so easily recognized/well-known from a modern teen drama that it's hard to think of her being in fantasy/period pieces.' the furthest in-the-past period project she's done was set in the '40's and that's probably as period as the general public can see her, not counting something akin to Bridgerton where there's a lot of intentional modern aspects. she thinks it would be super fun to do a swords and sandals project, but she's accepted that she'll probably never get cast in something like that.

[ramyeonguksu]

3, 5, 18, 23? ;)

3. Least favourite things to draw?

LONG CURVY HAIR AND BIG BOOBS (Dorothea unfortunately falls under this category sobs)

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

Two hyper specific OC x Canon art one involving Hullevi and another involving Dorolevi sdhfjk part of me isn't sure if I can pull it off sdhjfk

18. Do you have any larger projects you’d like to pursue? Like comics, shortfilm, a series etc?

ngl I wonder if I'm going to snap someday and do a fanfiction retelling of Crimson Flower but from Hillevi's POV

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what’s your favourite?

tbh not really? but if I do listen to music it's instrumental game music and/or classical orchestral music! as for shows I've rewatched Arcane so many damn times and Bridgerton I rewatch occasionally too! Specifically s2 of Bridgerton because Anthony and Kate are so Hullevi flavored ugh

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Holy Ground // Benedict Bridgerton

MASTERLIST

DESCRIPTION: "𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃."

That's the motto, is it not? The second-born child in a family is set to live life unencumbered by the responsibilities. Parties, vices, lust. That was the life they were supposed to live, never dreading what lurked around the corner or when they'd have to wed. It was supposed to be fun, to be a second child-free of burdens and debts.

Perhaps for men, that is the reality.

It is for Benedict Bridgerton. The second-born son and child in the esteemed Bridgerton family. Benedict was free to play into the parable of second-born sons, and he was happy to do so. No one would fault him for pursuing art and divulging in lustful encounters in smoke-filled rooms, wine flowing with various hallucinogens plaguing the bitter spirits.

For Lady Dorothea Dowding, it was quite the opposite. She had to fight tooth and nail to live the life she pleased. Along with that fight came a bargain, one struck in desperation and fervour. An artist herself, Lady Dowding longed to spend time among the greats in Florence. She was granted this wish as long as when she returned; she would enter society and marry who her parents imposed upon her.

Friends since birth, Benedict and Dorothea, were similar. Both sprouted from esteemed families with an eye for the arts. Only when they came of age did the two grow separate and apart. They became the very things one swore never to be, and one both longed to be. So when the two finally reconnect after years apart, growing into new beasts, what could transpire?

With Dorothea set to marry and Benedict realizing where he caused error, delve into the story of the two nobility and watch as they navigate all that was unsaid and what never should have been.

DISCLAIMER: My works are only published here on Wattpad, Tumblr and AO3; thank you!I do not own any original characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Julia Quinn.This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else.This work handles mature things such as nudity, sexual content, emotional distress and trauma. Do not read if you are not comfortable with these. I am not responsible for your media consumption and what you choose to read.

STATUS: Unedited

Chapter V

Warnings: Mention substances

Word Count: 2916

Dearest Gentle Reader,

It appears my appraisals about Lady Dorothea Dowding were proper! The Lady has taken the Ton by storm this season, having the Queen name her the Diamond at the first ball! Oh, I’m positive her parents are thrilled with the success of their elusive second-born child. Lady Dorothea will undoubtedly feel the pressure now that she has made such an entrance. She was even seen dancing with one of the Ton’s newest bachelors–the Prince of Spain! Alongside that, Lady Dorothea was spotted dancing with the newly appointed Viscount Khatri, and even Lord Colin Bridgerton was spotted conversing with the Lady!

This writer will have a lot on her plate this season, seeing as it appears the declaration of this season’s Diamond struck a nerve with one Benedict Bridgerton. One can only assume it has to do with the rumoured childhood love that the two shared. After all, the Dowding and Bridgerton families have been as thick as thieves for generations. Perhaps there’s more to the story…

Dorothea suspired, settling the leaflet onto the table in front of her. This Lady Whistledown had her nose pushed deep into Dorothea’s life, and it was frankly getting on the girl’s last nerve. If it weren’t bad enough, the entire Ton was watching her like a hawk; she was constantly worried about this gossip, hearing false rumours down a grapevine and corroding Dorothea’s reputation. She couldn’t even let out a breath around the staff in her own home, worrying that one of them was this acclaimed gossip or somehow convening with the woman. Dorothea knew that this season would be taxing; she just never once expected it would be this frivolously broadcasted. There were things in the Lady’s past she needed to stay buried deep under the lakes, somewhere not even she could get.

Dorothea yearned for the days she could race free in the grassy lands of her family’s second home, down in Ashbury, or even through the woodland of their summer estate. So many aspects of the girl’s past had tumbled through her fingers without her even knowing, pouring into the rivers around the Ton and being swept far from her reach. Her secrets were buried deep in a chest underneath the brilliant sapphire waters of her history, locked by a key only one soul knew of. Even so, that person was buried deep in that same box, never to be opened again–she couldn’t.

“Sister?” Alexander questioned as he lowered his silverware, “Are you quite well?”

“Hm?” Dorothea mused, lifting her eyes to her brother, “Oh, yes, I’m well…I’m thinking of promenading with Miss. Alice Giles today, of the Giles family. I met her at the ball the other night. Her brother’s married, but, well, he definitely has some prospects.”

“Unfortunately, I must say no for today,” Alexander shook his head, achieving a huff of defeat from his sister, “Father and I have set up to take callers today, seeing as we already postponed it for two days since you–”

“I was ill.”

“You were apprehensive,” Alexander contested, setting his cup of tea down, “Do not fret, sister. It is only natural for a woman to become devastated by emotions–”

“I beg your–!”

“–after being awarded such an esteemed title!” Alexander continued, his voice matching the level of his sisters, “Have we not spoken on your outbursts? Do you expect me to put you back into lessons like a child, Dorothea?”

“I am not a child, and yet you insist on still speaking to me like one,” Dorothea hissed, pitching her napkin onto the table, “I am aware of how you regard my sex, brother. I am also well aware of the proceedings during one’s own season. An austere, ‘No, Dorothea, we’re taking callers today’ would have sufficed! Do not speak to me as though I am Lady Marjorie. Unlike your wife, I have a mind of my own.”

“It is very unladylike of you to speak in such a way–”

“For God’s sake.”

Dorothea lunged back from the table and made a rash withdrawal from the dining room. As much as the Lady did treasure her family, it was junctures like this where she wished she were born into a separate one or just an alien life. Given most citizens’ circumstances, she knew it was arrogant and selfish of hers–but her sentiments ran unchecked at moments like these. She wished her brother was unlike how he was, that he was more like Julian–a naive boy who just wanted Dorothea to be happy. Instead, he was an acting father that regarded himself as incomparable to the one person in the Dowding family that possessed their narrative.

She missed Florence, the architecture, the people, and the experiences she had. Everything in that place suited Dorothea to perfection, like a dress that needn’t be altered. She had never felt as much bliss as she did roaming the streets of Florence with her art tools tucked into her arm, deciding to trek to her lessons versus take the carriage. The food was delectable, and everyone there had stories she’d never be able to recount to perfection. Everything about Florence was directly from the dreams of Thea, and she wanted to return to that life. She wanted to be away from the Ton, the balls, the suitors, and the whole deal she had made with her parents.

But, Dorothea was a woman of her word. She had struck a bargain with her parents to marry whoever her brother and father deemed fit–and that was what she would do.

—

“My brother advises me you’re a profound writer, Sir Hendrickson. What sort of chronicles do you write of?”

“You travelled abroad, Lord Jericks? Where did you venture?”

“Oh, Sir Waters, you’re too kind!”

“Seven children? You have quite the ambition, Lord Turnolling.”

“A spring wedding? That sounds lovely, Sir Renders.”

Dorothea instigated, compelled, pried, and did nearly everything she had to–yet her brother and father seemed far from satisfied. Every prospect entering the Dowding drawing-room was promptly escorted out, none meeting these unknown requirements of the two eldest Dowding men. By the end of it, Dorothea was slipped into the corner of the scarlet-red couch with her cheeks flushed, chest heaving. It was utterly exhausting speaking with such boring men. Yet every one of them had what she thought her brother and father wanted–esteem, wealth, influence. Every man that came in was exactly what both Alexanders had told Dorothea to look for, yet none of them satisfied their desires.

Truth be told, Dorothea was relieved when most of them were instructed to leave. Many of them would cause her nothing but despair in the future if she made it to the nuptial stage of this arrangement. She wondered if perhaps, like, the Duke and Alexander were awaiting the entrance of the Prince of Spain or Viscount Khatri–even Colin Bridgerton, at that. Someone that she was knowledgeable of and did enjoy speaking to. But to no avail, none of the three suitors that Dorothea preferred came through those doors. Instead, the line to talk to her grew longer with men she had zero interest in speaking to.

“Do I want to know why I just had a man who appeared as though he is halfway into his casket refer to me as a ‘scamp?’” Julian Dowding jested as he propelled into the drawing-room, “Did I miss all of the fun ones?”

“Lessons completed for the day, I take it, Julian?” The Duke soughed as he poured himself another cup of tea, gazing out the room’s window, “Or will I be getting another miserable talking from your Governess?”

“Depends on what you mean by a miserable talking to, Father,” Julian quipped as he seized a seat beside Dorothea, “You look flushed, sister.”

“You’ve always been one for keen observations, Julian,” Dorothea thundered as she straightened her posture. She slid closer to her younger brother and lowered her voice, praying her brother and father weren’t listening, “What took you so long to get here?”

“Mother decided she wished to watch my lessons today,” Julian replied, his voice nothing above a muttering as he obscured his lips behind a teacup before taking a sip, “Undoubtedly because she knew I would endeavour to rescue you from here.”

“How’d you escape?”

“Everyone ought to take a lavatory recess once in a while, dearest Thea.”

Dorothea rolled her eyes before lounging back against the seat, “Send in the next one, Alexander. Let’s get this over with.”

Dorothea favoured drowning to gasping for air in a desert, scouring for the tiniest speck of water to quench her thirst. She scrounged through sand, digging for an unobtainable prize she had concealed within the dunes. That drowning sensation kept her alive, all the while suffocating her and pulling her towards that covert chest. The sense of the water chafing at her skin and drilling into her mind, searching for anything that could reignite the blaze and take her to the surface.

Perhaps, the more she toiled to breathe, the more consolation she’d find in anything she encountered. It didn’t have to be water; it could be wine, spirits, champagne–anything. Dorothea would be keen to settle for the slightest scrap of comfort if it meant she no longer searched for a vanished treasure, a sapphire hidden within the unknown world. That gem secured in a drawer she had no access to, no key, no hints as to where it may be. She wondered if it was empty now and that all Dorothea was doing was wearing herself thin for a vacant treasure.

“I present Viscount Khatri.”

Dorothea’s head snapped upwards from her trance at the newest addition to the room around her. He stood silent at the door’s threshold, dressed in wine-purple colouring with a contrasting bouquet of azalea flowers in his hand–her family’s signature flowers. She appreciated the gesture but had secretly hoped he remembered that her favourites were Forget-Me-Nots. Dorothea felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at the uncomfortable way the Viscount stood, as though he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with his hands or any of his limbs. No one spoke, waiting for the man to assert himself.

“Oh, right, yes,” the man fumbled, rushing forward and presenting the flowers to Dorothea, “For you, Lady Dorothea–a symbol of my respect for your name. As well as a signifier of your beauty, as I believe the azalea’s to be some of the most tasteful flowers.”

“Oh my…” Julian mumbled, concealing his mouth with his teacup once more as Dorothea sent the boy a glare before taking to her feet.

“They are beautiful, my Lord,” Dorothea beamed, dipping her head in thanks, “I will be sure to put these on display in my home.”

“Lord Khatri,” Alexander interrupted, slipping from his seat beside the Duke to where his sister and the Viscount stood, “I hear you fit in quite well as the new head of your household. How is your mother?”

“She is well, a tad melancholy, but I cannot blame her–my father was her life, and with him gone, it is only my youngest sister left and I.”

“Ah yes, your sister.”

Dorothea felt the air grow tense as Alexander stared at the Viscount. Alexander Dowding was as traditional a man as they come, but he was tolerant. He had warped perceptions of womanhood, but also knew that some things just so happen to be out of the control of humanity. The ailments that plagued the females within the Khatri family were undoubtedly something that crossed the future Dukes mind as he considered the Viscount that stood in the drawing-room, who appeared to be a bird in a cage.

Tanmay Khatri was one of the kindest souls that Dorothea had ever met, yet matched the wit of some of the most robust scholars. He was intelligent, if not a tad socially awkward and a bit out-of-touch. But, Dorothea found that part of him captivating. She could see herself falling in love with him, or at least teaching herself to. It was no secret that she had a type–an awkward man with an unfortunate knack for saying the wrong thing.

“I must say, I am quite pleased to have shown up when I did.”

“Why is that, my Lord?” Dorothea questioned.

“Well, with Benedict Bridgerton in the line out there–I worried I may have lost my chance.”

“I beg your pardon?” Alexander questioned, eyebrows creased.

“...Did I say something wrong?”

“Alexander–” Dorothea cautioned as she strolled around the Viscount, “Not now.”

“Dorothea–” Her father interjected, earning a glance from the girl, “Dorothea…Do not go speak with him…We will permit him in.”

“Father!” Alexander exclaimed, pivoting towards the Duke, “Have I not expressed to you why it is that man cannot–”

“Enough out of you,” the Duke warned, “Viscount Khatri, I apologize for this. Please, join us by the lake tomorrow for tea; we can discuss your affairs more then.”

“I will graciously accept your offer, your Grace–I will take my leave.”

—

A man dressed in gray, one dressed in yellow and gold. Those were the only men in between Dorothea and Benedict now. One dressed like the exterior of a spirit bottle–smelled like one too–while the other dripped opulence. But truthfully, Dorothea could not focus on what either of them said. She knew what came next and was beyond nervous about the encounter that was undoubtedly about to occur. As far as Dorothea knew, Benedict hadn’t spoken with the Duke nor her elder brother in quite some time. The last conversation the two of them had was during the dinner that Bridgertons graciously hosted for the two families–and that was as tense as ever.

She wondered what he wanted or if this was him attempting to reconcile a broken bond between the two. Dorothea wasn’t entirely sure what she would do if he even alluded to the idea of courting her. As far as she knew, he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. He didn’t even write to her in Florence; how was she supposed to believe he now wanted to marry her? Not to mention, he had left the ball hosted by Lady Danbury early, not too long after she was named the Diamond of the season. That was far from an obvious courting technique, unless playing hard-to-get was a new method of approaching the season.

“I present Lord Benedict Bridgerton.”

The feeling of drowning was something that had become so comfortable to Thea that she barely even noticed when she started to. She scarcely comprehended the feeling of ice tickling her skin as she met his ways, those same eyes that peered down at her with wonder the night she had returned from Florence. Those eyes had seen her at her weakest moments, the most fragile and the most vulnerable. Benedict Bridgerton was the source of all of Thea’s pain, yet the only remedy that brought her any solace–and there he stood, Forget-Me-Nots in hand.

He wore the colour of the killer that filled Thea’s lungs. A blue that reminded her of the oceans in Florence, twisting around her and creating a beautiful portrait of pain and wonder and everything that she ever wanted. And he carried Forget-Me-Nots, a pocket watch with the hidden treasure hanging from his jacket pocket.

“I haven’t come to court your daughter, your Grace.”

The ice burned her skin, slicing through her skin and finding purchase in impaling the girl’s chest. The matching necklace she wore to that hidden treasure screamed at her, a sound Dorothea only knew from her worst nightmares. He wasn’t drowning her; no, now he was killing her without any remorse in his words. Those same eyes that brought her so much love made her stupid in love, leaving her susceptible to the betrayal of a knife digging through her spine.

“Then what are you here for, Lord Bridgerton?”

Don’t answer. Dorothea prayed to whatever God sat above her that he wouldn’t answer. She prayed that this was simply a terrible nightmare playing out in front of her, like the black paint spilling across her ocean landscape. She wanted to just open her eyes, awake from this nightmare as his eyes stayed trained on her. The sapphire in her chest rose and fell rapidly, something she hoped went unnoticed by the killer that stood at the threshold.

“To apologize for my actions at the ball…that is all.”

“That is very honourable of you, Lord Bridgerton; I appreciate your gratitude–and I am sure this will please your brother.”

“Anthony does not know of my attendance here,” Benedict continued, “It is something of my own free will. It felt dishonourable and offensive on your esteemed name. Alas, I have taken up too much of your time. Accept these flowers as a token of my apologies…I bid you a good day.”

He turned and left, leaving Dorothea stranded in the middle of the ocean. There was no more land around her, just water. It lapped at her skin as she floated on its surface, no longer submerged in its depths. There was no more struggling as he handed her the flowers like a lifeline. She used them to keep herself afloat while he departed, draining the ocean from the very bottom. There was no more drowning at the time being–just floating, floating in his waters as she waited for his arms to wrap around her waist and tug her back.

She dismissed the rest of the suitors for the day.

[1-800-papaya]

Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Arabella Campbell of Argyll (OC)

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Arabella Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Arabella, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Arabella turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Arabella couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Arabella replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Arabella’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Arabella, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Arabella nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Arabella’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Arabella’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Arabella and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Arabella’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Arabella took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Arabella’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Arabella, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Arabella stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Arabella turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Arabella had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Arabella corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Arabella Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Arabella replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Arabella hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Arabella was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Arabella agreed. “And you may call me Arabella.”

[miss-bridgerton]

for real l anthony bridgerton x you l part one

word count: 1,887 words

pairing: anthony bridgerton x you

author’s note: part 1 finally! it’s not much going on, but this is just the beginning. 

taglist: @fact-fictionx @alainabooks143 @michael-loves-chickens @misstonybridgerton

summary: Everyone knew that the Viscount was a rake. Except for, apparently, three young women who clung to his every word. Anthony Bridgerton was in fact charming. But he was absolutely terrible at dating three women at once. Some would call him a dunce for doing so. Others might call him a hero. Adelia Byron called him dead when she found out. Set out on revenge, she and the other two young ladies, Bette DuPont and Siena Rosso, decide to transform a lonely bakers girl into someone who can break the heart of the Viscount.

            PART 1: THE SOCIETY PAPER THAT CAUSED A SCENE

YOU HAD NO IDEA that a gossip column would be the cause of a brawl in your family’s tea shop and bakery: The Fancy Teapot.

Overly priced earl grey tea? Oh, absolutely.

Chairs that pinched the bottoms of debutantes and their mammas? Pinched bottoms surely caused nasty sneers a plenty.

But the latest gossip from the squares’ paper? You certainly didn’t see that coming.

It was all because of the Viscount. Lord Anthony Bridgerton was indeed charming. He had that smile that they all seemed to fawn over. His hair was swept in all the right places. And he was a British nobleman.

What more could a young lady want?

You rolled your eyes at the words that frequented that paper. What more could a young lady want? Well, for starters, you wanted freedom. You wanted to bake. You wanted to explore different cities. Eat exotic foods. Tell stories to your future nieces and nephews of your adventures. You didn’t care about marriage, no matter how many times your sister-in-law pushed it on to you. You just simply wanted to. . .experience life.

Unlike the young women who frequented The Fancy Teapot. They were all scouring for eligible unmarried men. It was what they were taught. It was all that they knew, really. 

And two debutantes who enjoyed sipping tea in The Fancy Teapot had no idea that they were both courting the Viscount. Until it came out on paper, that is.

It was a sunny spring morning and the social season had sprung in London. You loved the social season for the money it brought the tea shop, but you absolutely loathed the social season for the debutantes and their snooty behavior. They were all perfect. Beautiful gowns. Rosy pinched cheeks. The stink of wealth swarmed them like bees attracted to honey.

You had none of those things. You came from a working family. You came from two different countries. Your father had travelled to (a country of your choosing) where he met your mother and they fell in love and married within a week of him being there. Your father had convinced your mother to leave everything behind to be with him in London, but her one condition was to open a tea shop and bakery. 

He clung to his part of the condition. Soon after opening the shop, your older brother Jack was born. Five years later, you were born. For a short while, it was the four of you. Kids running through the tea shop, experimenting with teas, you found the love of baking with your mother, and your parents were still so madly in love it was almost embarrassing. Sadly, your mother became ill and passed away two years ago. 

The death was stricken. And hard on you. But it was your father that you and Jack worried after, for it was almost as if he became a different person. As if he lost a part of himself when your mother died. He tried to drink his sorrows away at the pubs, and fancied spending too much money on gambles and bets. 

That morning, he was nowhere near the tea shop, probably somewhere betting on poker chips, when you had to break apart two debutantes from nearly mauling each other.

Adelia Byron was with her friend, Cressida Cowper, at a small table near the colossal windows. She didn’t say thank you or even acknowledged your existence when you set down her steaming chamomile tea and slice of cornish hevva cake. You rolled your eyes at the way she gloated over the attention she received at the Warwick ball. Adelia was still on a thrill from two nights before, where the touch of the Viscount’s hand on her back as they danced was still on her. She dreamt of his gorgeous eyes. And when she saw the bouquets of roses addressed to her that morning, she was in total bliss.

Her friend, Cressida, was jealous. Adelia knew it. And if there was something Adelia Byron was known for, it was that she enjoyed bragging. Her father was a Baron, which made her quite eligible for marriage to a Viscount. She had elegant features: Dark red hair, stormy eyes, high cheek-bones. She had already received three proposals but Adelia knew what she wanted. Who she wanted.

Simply put, nobody else would do. She was going to marry the Viscount. And God help her and anyone who got in her way. 

On the other side of The Fancy Teapot, situated at a round table underneath an elegant painting by your brother Jack, was Elizabeth DuPont and her overbearing mother, Colette. Elizabeth, often called Bette, was the daughter of The Marquess of DuPont. So her marriage to a man of great wealth and a powerful title was extremely vital. To her mother, at least.

Bette was fond of the Viscount. He swept her away with his words, he was impressed with the way she could speak French and German, and the kiss he laid upon her gloved hand sent a thrill through her body. She couldn’t bear to tell her mother that when she went out to the balcony for a quick breath of fresh air during the Warwick Ball, she was accompanied by Lord Anthony Bridgerton.

Her mother would have been furious. She wanted Bette to charm the Prince - not the Viscount. She wanted her daughter to marry a title higher, not a title lower. 

You had just set down two tea cups of herbal tea at their table when one of the young newsie boys stopped by the Fancy Teapot to drop off the new Society Paper. 

“Hey, Sam,” you greeted the ten year old boy. He often was the one who sauntered in here to deliver the paper and he did it eagerly, knowing fully well that you were going to give him some free wrapped biscuits, like always.

“Y/N!” He greeted with a boyish grin. “What’s on the menu today? I hope it's something drowned in sugar!” He said excitedly.

You laughed and grabbed the box of warm treacle tarts from under the front counter. “It’s not drowned in sugar, but I think you’ll still enjoy them,” you told him.

He grinned widely. “You’re a real magician, Miss Y/L/N!”

You smiled warmly as the little boy went off and you were so busy handing over his desserts that you didn’t even notice, Dorothea, your sister-in-law, completely captivated by the latest Lady Whistledown’s writings.

“Bloody Hell,” she muttered, leaning her back against the counter and reading the paper. A mama and her daughter were standing by the counter, awaiting some assistance and looking very peevish. You sighed at how unobservant Dorothea was.

You took care of the customers and then turned to Dorothea, who looked as if she had acquired the most scandalous news.

“Y/N! Have you read this yet? It’s so scandalous!”

“No,” you replied, though you were a bit curious. “Who is it about?”

“The Viscount.”

“Hard pass,” you replied.

Dorothea rolled her eyes. “You are impossible. It’s not just about him but about the women he’s apparently leading on. And,” she took a moment to look around the tea shop and then in a hushed tone continued, “two of them are in here. Right now. Unaware of all of it!”

Well, surely just a peak at the new Society Paper wouldn’t do any harm. You grabbed the paper and took a look:

At the Warwick ball Thursday evening, Viscount Bridgerton was seen dancing with not one eligible young lady, but two. Now, I assume you dear readers know quite the reputation of our charming Viscount, as this behavior isn’t quite unusual. If you are familiar with the season’s doings, dancing with eligible suitors is normal.

Except Lord Anthony Bridgerton was seen with Miss Bette DuPont awfully close on the brink of the balcony and also seen later that evening with a certain opera singer, Siena Rosso, nuzzling her neck in a dark corner of the opera house.

How will the ladies take this embarrassment? Well, this author predicts that Miss Bette DuPont will turn a rather shade red and Miss Adelia Byron’s eyes will flash with a colour quite similar. Miss Siena Rosso will probably be locked up in a bedroom with the Viscount to even notice.

LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS,16 APRIL 1814

Oh, brother, you thought. This better not cause anything stupid in here -

“HOW DARE YOU!!!!”

You and Dorothea looked up in bewilderment at the sudden outburst. And there it was. Lady Adelia Byron, looking absolutely furious, clutching the society paper, and standing over Lady Bette DuPont who was sitting at her table, looking between a mix of surprise and confusion.

“I beg your pardon?” Bette said to her appalled. 

“You!” Adelia yelled. “You are involved with my suitor! How dare you?! You - you - harlot!”

Bette’s jaw dropped but it was her mother who spoke. “My, I never! That is quite unladylike behavior, young lady. My Elizabeth is not some harlot, clearly you cannot read because you have been thoroughly mistaken.”

Adelia rolled her stormy eyes and handed over the paper. Bette hastily read it before gasping, throwing a pretty gloved hand over her mouth.

“This cannot be true. My Lord would never do such things.” Bette told her.

“My Lord?” Adelia mocked. “He’s not your anything. I am going to marry him. So this little rendezvous is finished.”

Bette raised a brow. “I don’t think so,” she simply replied and took a sip of her tea.

Adelia looked as if she was going to chuck that steaming tea pot at the young lady’s head, so you had no choice - you had to get involved.

“Ladies, please, there is no need to act in such a manner,” you told them. They both looked in your direction, looking at you as if you were just a nobody. As if they were thinking, who the hell are you and who makes you think you have any say in this?

You cleared your throat. “He’s just a man,” you tried to explain.

Adelia snorted. “Idiot,” she said under her breath.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “You know, instead of getting mad at each other for something neither of you two were unaware of, you should be mad at him. Instead you are fighting over the tosser. Now that is an idiot.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped at what you said. But both didn’t say anything in retaliation. Instead, Adelia lifted her head high and walked away with what dignity she possessed and Bette went back to her tea, ignoring her mother’s angry stares.

Dorothea was nearly bursting in astonishment and the tea shop, which went quiet during the whole argument, went back to the bustling noise it always had.

All went back to normal. Until later that evening. 

While you were cleaning up and closing down The Fancy Teapot for the day, you found a folded napkin at the same table that Adelia Byron sat with Cressida Cowper. Inside was a perfectly scrawled note addressed to you.

Not many people can inspire me, but you, Miss Bakery girl, did. Visit my estate as soon as you can manage. We have a lot to discuss.

X Miss Adelia Byron

[promenadewithme]

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[serenafainx]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧      NEXT GEN FACTSHEET         ( created: sept 2022 )

featuring : DOROTHEA JONES ( aged 25 ), adopted daughter of serena jones (née fain) & freddy jones.

Dorothea was born in Hallow Falls, unfortunately into the family of the Clown With a Tearaway Face. Raised to perform in her family's circus, she always felt like a black sheep — though just as talented as everyone else, she was unhappy in her life and felt more like 'clown no.5' than a daughter. She loved to read, and she loved to watch other types of performing arts ; she wanted to perform in a way that made people smile or cry, not to terrify or trick them. She began running away from home. When Serena Jones visited Hallow Falls to take care of her deceased father's estate, she found Dorothea squatting in her old family home. After a bit of time and patience, and a growing love for the young girl who loved to dance, Serena offered to adopt her and the Clown family couldn't care less. And so, Dorothea became Dorothea Jones. Today, she still continues a passion for performing and while she stays away from trickery, she still has a streak of mischief and excessive nonchalance. So beware.

inspiration : matilda ( matilda ) , harley quinn ( harley quinn tv series ) , kate sharma ( bridgerton ), sally albright ( when harry met sally ), fiona ( shrek / shrek the musical ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s 1961 ), ty lee ( avatar : the last airbender )

GENERAL

full name. dorothea jones. nicknames. thea  date of birth. 1 january age. 25 years old. gender. female. pronouns. she/her abilities. advanced acrobatics, martial arts, exceptional athletic agility & strength sexuality. queer.  place of birth. hallow falls.      current residence.  elias.        occupation.  chorus member / dancer.        

APPEARANCE

height.   5' 8½" (1.74 m)   build. lean, athletic. hair colour/style. dark hair, reaches just below shoulders. always tied in a bun or pulled back somehow off her face.      eye colour. dark-brown piercings. ear piercings.          tattoos. none.        notable markings. scars on her back and ribs from childhood accidents.        glasses/contacts? n/a       faceclaim. simone ashley <3  

PERSONALITY

tropes. the ace, berserk button, crazy-prepared (usually), she-fu, hidden depths, damsel out of distress positive traits. sympathetic, intelligent, honest negative traits. reticent, short-tempered, cynical usual mood. sociable and talkative  likes. musicals, technology, food, the outdoors, trivia dislikes. bullies, people who take advantage of others, halloween, clowns, COMMITMENT bad habits. nail-biter, indecisive when it comes to her own life (used to be so decisive before she turned 20 though), distracting herself instead of dealing with the issues

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. serena jones. father. freddy jones. siblings. talia jones, fox jones significant others. ?? 

friends. ( more detailed gdoc available on discord! )

katrina “kaxative” skellington : close friends 

betty utonium : close friends 

alessi paguro-scorfano : friends / exes 

rosalie charmont : close friends 

ada teague : friends 

flynnigan fitzherbert : close friends 

binna "tokki" munk : good friends

seraphina mcqueen : good friends / exes 

cthulhu “carrie” skellington : friends 

abaddon : friends 

caesar reyes : friends

thea’s definitive list of exes/hook-ups starting from the first to most recent lmao.

alessi paguro-scorfano

seraphina mcqueen

???? this could be you !!

TESTS

zodiac sign. capricorn hogwarts house. slytherin.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken.  english, spanish, tamil,  drive? yes. jump start a car? no. (but could learn quickly if needed)  change a flat tire?  no.  (but could learn quickly if needed)        ride a bicycle? yes. swim? yes. play an instrument? violin, vaguely. (will not hesitate to play badly to make life miserable)     play chess?  yes. braid hair? yes.         tie a tie? yes. pick a lock?  no. (will smash in instead)        sew? YES OF COURSE

[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]

> friends. she has no inhibitions, likes to have fun, flex her skills, and tries to be like an agony aunt for everyone. beware though because she can get tired real quickly and want to disassociate or just laze about. company is sometimes welcome during the lazy times.

agony aunt: she would love to be the person people go to advice to. she thinks she gives good advice ...... probs not always tho lmao

performer friends: her focus is dance (ballet), but she has dabbled in theatre and musicals of course

party/clubbing friends: !! she loves to party !!

bad sunshine influence: she does not take most things seriously, so she would be a great friend for serious kids 

personal bodyguard: she is ready to square up, she will be there with a knife 

trivia night friends: beware she gets competitive, if you’re on her trivia team she will ALWAYS win.

> exes/lovers: very down for hook-ups, also for friends with benefits. everything is quite short-term, because either she realises they’re better as friends or she gets bored unfortunately lmao. 

jilted lovers: pls she’s probably scorned ppl before, she’s kinda .... not very careful with people’s hearts ://

> enemies/frenemies/rivals: she talks back and can be brutal. so. yes. and she is also very protective of her family, she will NOT let anyone mess with the joneses.

dance rivalries: both want to be the lead performer? better be ready to fight to the death (bonus round if it’s enemies to lovers hehe).

[sandwich-tales]

Summer’s Distillation, Chapter I

“Dorothea felt a great roaring in her ears. She had stopped listening the moment the words ‘Mr. Ladislaw’ had dropped from that amiable lady’s lips.

Will Ladislaw! To think! She had not thought of him for many years.

No, that was not quite true. She had dreamt of him only last week.”

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Absolutely no one asked for a Middlemarch fanfic for Christmas, but here it is anyway. I’ve always thought about what might have happened if Dorothea and Will hadn’t married, so here’s my shoddy Bridgerton-esque rewriting of the ending. Mary Ann Evans is turning over in her grave. Inspired by the 1994 BBC adaptation (go watch it if you haven’t yet!!!). 

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Past Times

I have spent some time writing and rearranging this chapter - so much so that when it went way over 4K I realised that it would be better to split it into two shorter chapters. Recent interest in Netflix’s Bridgerton has brought a lot of interest to this period.

I must make some comment about Regency costumes as I understand it from various articles I’ve read. I’m perfectly happy to be told I’m wrong, but I’m not trying to be super accurate, just have a little fun. Knickers or drawers were most probably not worn, as these became more popular in Victorian times (most likely split crotch to make it easier to go to the bathroom). This sounds kind of impractical, but they still wore long chemises and petticoats, and well born young ladies probably had many such garments that were regularly washed for them. Corsets were not quite as restrictive as later times, but they still pushed the bust up and put it on show, particularly in the case of fancy ballgowns - after all, at a ball, young ladies were trying to attract a husband. 

I chose to set my fic in Scotland, but again it’s not terribly authentic, as rather than Dukes and Earls there would have been Lairds and the various clans. However, society in Edinburgh may have been a little more like London - and - my fic, my AU! Also there is a lot written about Regency England, and not so much about Scotland unless you want to go delving into Sir Walter Scott’s novels - and maybe I will sometime soon.

As I’ve probably made all too obvious, most well born young women had no sex education at all, and may have relied on romantic novels (which were in their infancy, but they were available) and perhaps observing animals. They were kept in ignorance so that they would be innocent and unsullied on their wedding night. 

Word count 2638

A/N This chapter is a little suggestive rather than explicit. Basically the first part concerns the MC undressing whilst wondering what her wedding night will be like, and in the second part she asks a married friend all of her burning questions, and gets some frank answers. No under 18s please.

12a Underwear and Undercurrents

It was but a few minutes before Lizzie had gone upstairs with Morag, checked on her sister and retired to her room with a candle. She kicked off her slippers and went to her dressing table to unfasten and brush her hair. She had told Jane that she would undress herself that night, and reached to the back of her dress to fumble with the lacing. It was not easy, but it occurred to her that she should not be helpless, always depending on a maid to dress and undress her. 

She wondered what might happen when she was wed at last and alone on her first night with her husband. Surely the very first thing she might do was to undress. Would she do that in private, or would John be present? Would she undress herself, or would he assist her? Would she slip into bed in her nightgown or would other things happen? The thought sent her pulse racing as the laces loosened and she pushed her dress smoothly off to step out of it elegantly.

She hung her dress up carefully, wondering if on the night it would lay forgotten and discarded on the floor. She stood facing the looking glass in the dim candlelight in her chemise, corset, petticoat and stockings with a critical eye. If she were to undress herself, perhaps John would watch her, she thought with a thrill. Who should disrobe first? Would he take his clothes off himself, or would he ask her to assist? She knew little of the morning dressing routine of gentlemen or of what they did when retiring for the night, but John had a manservant - surely he assisted some of the time?

Perhaps she should practice for the instance of having no maid to assist her, and presume that John would be present and watching. Pushing down the flutter in her belly, she paid it her full attention. She should be graceful and poised – no stumbling or fumbling with strings, bows or buttons, no grimace at any mistake, major or minor. She should not appear too coquettish or unladylike. What should come next after her dress?

‘Stockings’ she whispered to herself. She pulled up her petticoat and ran her fingers along her legs to peel the first  elegantly down. Her breath hitched as she brushed her thighs and bit her lip in concentration. When both were removed, they were hung on the back of a chair, leaving her in her stays, chemise and petticoats, and again she contemplated what to do next.

‘Off with the stays’ she muttered. The one she wore that day was not the tight laced corset that underlay her best and finest gowns, but not as soft as one she might wear at home on a warm summers day. She would not have had a chance of getting out of her formal wear unaided, and she still had to contort herself a little to remove what she wore that night. There was no way she could do it elegantly without a great deal of practice, she thought, but perhaps John would aid her, should she need him to do so. That thought made her feel a little hot, and she took a deep breath.

She reached around awkwardly to unfasten the laces and sighed in relief as she was able to let it drop over her hips and step out of it. She still wore her loose chemise and petticoats. What next? That was easy, for she could not imagine standing before John without her petticoats. She elegantly removed and folded her chemise, putting it aside with her other garments. She stared at herself in the mirror, breasts bare, and could not help but blush. She shook her head. Why should she be ashamed of her body? She was sure John would appreciate her, whatever shape she had. After all, he had been married before and had assured her that his previous wife had enjoyed being intimate with him. She was not entirely sure whether to be grateful that he had experience, or to worry that she would not measure up to expectation, but she put that aside for now.

She took a deep breath and unfastened the drawstring on her petticoats, which fell easily to the floor, leaving her naked. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning round in the flickering light. She realised with a shock that she had never done so before. Her girlish straight lines were developing into the curves of a woman, and she felt as if she looked at a stranger. Her breasts were small and rounded, her waist slim with a little softness about her belly. She had coarse black hair at her mound, her buttocks were round and firm, her legs strong and slender, her ankles trim and her feet delicate. She frowned as she realised that she knew little of what would come next, and her imagination could not fill in the blanks beyond kissing and touching each other as they already had. She could barely picture what John’s appearance without clothes would be, beyond having seen bare chested labourers in the fields around the family farm. She was not even sure if what came next would occur in bed or out of it.

Sighing heavily, she bent to pick up and fold her petticoats, and went to the bed where her nightdress lay ready for her. She slipped the garment over her head and pushed her arms through the short puffed sleeves. The hem of the long cotton garment fell to her ankles, and she blew out the candle and threw back the bedcovers to climb in and draw them over her, certain that it would take some time to fall asleep. She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling for a while, but before long she lay on her side, curling into a ball to imagine herself held safe in John’s arms, and fell deeply asleep in an instant.

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The following day was warm and bright, and after breakfast she and John went out for a walk, accompanied by Tom and Dorothea, and Amelia tagged along. Before lunch they went back in to play cards and practice playing the piano, for more guests were to arrive the following day, and after that there was to be a ball to introduce her to the local nobility.

After they had taken their luncheon, Sir James, John and Tom declared they would go out shooting game. Dorothea drew Lizzie aside and proposed a walk alone with her. She agreed readily, and the two women set off outside, leaving Amelia and Lady Charlotte to keep Lady Margaret company. The afternoon was overcast but still warm, and Elizabeth wore a simple pale blue dress and matching bonnet, should the sun come out and threaten to redden her complexion.

‘My dear Lizzie, it comes to my mind that you have no older sisters’ Dorothea said ‘Do you have any married friends to hold confidence with?’

‘I fear I do not. My closest acquaintance has but recently acquired a beau. She will be here for the Ball and I look forward to seeing her. I’m sure you will like her.’ she replied as they strolled through the rose garden.

‘Perhaps I may, but I was thinking that I can be your confidante and answer any questions you might have about married life’ she smiled ‘I was lucky to have good advice to prepare me for my wedding night, but not all are so fortunate’ Elizabeth grew wide eyed.

‘That would be most welcome. Mother has told me little, and although John has revealed a few details to me, I would hear from one of my own sex as to some particulars. My previous fiancé did not so much as hold my hand before I discovered his unsuitability.’ The two women came to the little arbour where she had stopped to kiss John only a day or so ago, and they sat together, shielded from prying eyes and ears.

‘Please Lizzie, ask me anything, do not be shy. And Call me Dottie, if you will’ Elizabeth felt a rush of gratitude and tried to marshal the many questions that flooded her mind. She frowned in concentration.

‘Well Dottie, John says to me that there are ways of ensuring that we will not have children straight away, but it puzzles me. I dare not tell him that I know not what causes the bearing of children’ Dorothea nodded sagely.

‘It is so for many genteel ladies. We are prevented from being alone with men outside our family, and many mothers feel it indelicate to go into details.’ Dottie assured her. ‘The lower classes are much more informed than we, for they do not have estates to pass down to their heirs and bloodlines do not matter to them’

‘But lowborn and highborn alike, we all bear children. How does it come about?’ Dotty took Lizzie’s hands in her own and squeezed them gently.

‘Let me first say that you are fortunate, my dear. You have a treasure in John. He clearly loves you, and he is a considerate and honourable man. You may have seen young women of your acquaintance married off to older richer men’ She grimaced in distaste. ‘In some cases, a man cares only about his wife bearing him an heir and ignores her feelings and sensibilities’

‘Of course I know something of that.’ Elizabeth replied ‘I had a cousin who married a Lord some twenty years her senior. She bore him a fine boy, but a year later died in giving birth to a girl. It scares me to think of her passing so young.’

‘That is a danger, to be sure. I have been married a year now, and my mother constantly asks when I will come to be with child. We have tried, but so far have not been successful. I am not sure whether it is a blessing or not’

‘So you have tried? May I ask...’

‘Of course, I was coming to that. Lizzie, may I ask you something personal?’

‘Naturally, Dottie. I have asked you to be frank, so I must be also’

‘Do you – touch yourself when you are alone in your bedchamber?’

‘I – I am not sure what you mean.’ Lizzy felt herself grow hot with embarrassment.

‘Before you sleep, do you explore your body? Does thinking of John inspire you to…’

‘Oh – Mama said once that it was not seemly’ Lizzie mumbled awkwardly. Dotty sighed.

‘That is a shame. Lizzie, I charge you that if you want to be prepared for your wedding night, you should know more about yourself so that you may direct John. Some women discover things about themselves that are very useful when they marry.’

‘What should I do? I do not want to disappoint my husband’

‘Rest assured you cannot disappoint, but you can be more prepared, more aware of your sex.’ She patted her hand ‘How do you feel when John kisses you? You certainly seemed to enjoy it last night’

‘I – yes, it makes me feel – dizzy. I have told him how it makes me tingle’

‘Is there a place where you feel it the most?’

‘Yes’ she lowered her voice ‘between my legs, and there is warmth where I feel the ache on my monthly cycle’

‘That is good, Lizzie. The place where you bleed – your sex - is the place in to which John must place his seed in order for you to have a child’

‘Oh!’ she looked astonished ‘I had wondered, for those that bleed in the romances I have read are in turn relieved or devastated that it signals that they will not bear a child – but of course, it makes sense. But how does he plant that seed?’

‘You have seen pictures and sculptures of naked men, have you not?’

‘Of course, but I don’t see how…’

‘It would be improper to depict men in the state they achieve in order to plant their seed.’ Dorothea smiled ‘Though who decided that, I know not, and there are gentlemen who are rumoured to have art that depicts such things, and titillating depictions of unclothed ladies.’ She moved a little closer and lowered her voice, though they were quite private. ‘When a man desires a woman, and in other instances, his member becomes hard, and often it also grows larger. Then it is possible to enter or penetrate a woman’s sex and plant their seed’

‘That sounds – uncomfortable’ Elizabeth said dubiously, her head reeling at the thought.

‘That depends on your partner’ Dotty assured her ‘I am certain that John will make sure you enjoy it, for it can be the most sublime and heavenly experience. The first time can indeed be painful, but only for a short instance.’

‘Romantic novels would have us believe it is highly pleasurable. Is it really true?’

‘Not always, but very often if you have a considerate partner’ Dotty laughed. ‘What you can do to prepare yourself is to explore your sex when you are alone in your bedchamber. You can discover where you like to be touched, and how. Of course, it is somewhat different when your husband touches you, but it can be better if you direct him as to what pleases you.’ Elizabeth nodded, taking it all in. But still she had questions.

‘You mentioned seed – what is it?’ she asked, and this time it was Dottie’s turn to look uncomfortable. She considered her words carefully before she spoke.

‘His seed - is rather like milk or cream, thick and white, and shoots from his member at the climax of the act. There is a great deal of pleasure for him, after which he grows soft again. You will have a similar climax which they say is essential for bearing children, and necessary for your health. You say that John has inferred that you may delay having children. He most likely means that if he withdraws his member before he emits his seed, you may remain childless, as it will not reach your womb to bear fruit.’ She patted her hand ‘There are other things you may do that give you both pleasure without penetration and emission of seed, but I will leave you to discover that for yourself.’ Elizabeth frowned, almost overcome at the bombardment of information, but relieved that she knew more of what was to come upon her marriage to John.

‘This may sound silly – but what is special about marriage that facilitates the creation of a child?’ Dotty laughed.

‘Nothing at all my dear, one does not have to be married to have a child. That is but a ceremony. It is a piece of paper, a contract made between you and your husband and sanctified by the Church and by law. Without that, any two people of any rank in society may have physical relations in this way.’ Elizabeth drew a deep breath.

‘You have opened my eyes, Dotty. I am so grateful to you for telling me what I need to know. Why it is all kept so secret I cannot fathom’ Her friend patted her hand.

‘You must show no sign of knowing these things, save to your fiancé. In turn you may instruct your sister before she is wed – but only if you are certain of her affections. It would not do to have such knowledge without a serious and certain offer of marriage. Now Lizzie, unless you have more questions, perhaps we should continue with our walk’

‘I have much to think about indeed, and I think that is enough for now’ Elizabeth rose, and they continued their walk, speaking easily of trivial things before returning to the house to prepare for dinner.

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