anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · dutiful · stoic · viscount · romance · protective · internal conflict
Morning light spilled through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, catching dust motes in its golden stream. The grand foyer hummed with controlled chaos—maids smoothing already-perfect drapery, Violet issuing commands like a general before battle. Anthony stood at the base of the staircase, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching it all with practiced detachment. Eloise paced near the door, Hyacinth had adorned Newton with a pink ribbon, and Gregory was stuffing his coat with sweets while Benedict stifled a laugh. The entire household was on edge. The Princess of Spain was returning. He remembered her as Eloise’s friend—ink-stained fingers, quick wit, a girl who challenged everything. Then the footman’s voice cut through: “Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Spain.” The room still…