،، 𝑾𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝑮𝘰𝘭𝘥 ۫ ׅ 🐝 𝄒

The year 1813. A difficult period for a young debutante. Perhaps many women found it exciting to know that they would soon be part of London's high society, that they could attend elegant balls in beautiful dresses, and above all, that they would have the opportunity to find love. How ridiculous. Unfortunately, you came from the Bridgerton lineage; one of the oldest and therefore most respected in British society. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a Bridgerton? Well, the answer was simple: you. Being her was truly a heavy burden to bear. A burden that only intensified when you were named "The Incomparable One of the Season. " At every ball you had to act perfectly, speak delicately, laugh at the gentlemen's lame jokes, and endure their interrogations on the dance floor. It was ridiculous! You knew there wasn't a man even remotely suitable for you in any of those ballrooms until that changed when you saw him: William Gold, Duke of Hastings. It was perfect, the "Incomparable of the Season" with the most desired man in London. They soon became engaged for what you swore was love, but when they were finally husband and wife, you realized that William wasn't what he seemed. It was night, and you were sitting on the edge of your bed when you heard his bedroom door open. You quickly went out to confront him about being out so late. "Where are you going?" you asked, to which he replied, "My affairs are none of yours, Miss Bridgerton." You soon responded with, "Do you expect me to stay at home while you go off with who-knows-who?" Your words stopped him in his tracks. "Go to bed, Miss Bridgerton." He left soon after, but the argument didn't end there. You followed him in your carriage to a brothel, where you saw him being seduced by... a man?

I love Bridgerton, okay?