#bridgerton prequel

[dorkybooktrash]

The Queen Charlotte story gives a lot of meaning to the character of the Queen in the main story. For example: How she continuously asks the doctor if her husband is dead as the first thing.

#bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #Queen charlotte #bridgerton prequel #king george iii

[eleanor-bradstreet]

A Brother's Love: Curiosity

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton Rated: G, angst over grief/loss Word Count: 2.5k GIF by @dailybridgerton Masterpost

Summary: Benedict talks to Colin on the night of their father's funeral.

Aubrey Hall had never been so quiet, not in Benedict’s memory. The family were all scattered throughout the house wherever they preferred to be, taking their dinner separately. He was only in the company of Anthony, the two of them sitting in their father’s study, ignoring their food and partaking instead from the brandy decanter. 

They had buried their father hours earlier, and there really wasn’t anything either of them wanted to say. While they’d never admit it to each other, they also didn’t want to be alone. So they sat in silence, mindlessly swirling glass after glass of liquor and staring about the room, into the flames of the fireplace, or up at the shadows it cast across the ceiling, but mostly at the portrait of Edmund that looked down at them both.

The hours of wordlessness were eventually broken by an eerie sound. An angry but high pitched wail, like a tiny banshee, started in a distant corner of the house and then grew steadily louder as it approached the study door. The brothers looked at each other in alarm and stood as a knock announced the arrival of whatever it was. Anthony bid them to enter and the door swung open to reveal Eloise, red faced and grimacing, her hands balled into tiny fists as she stomped into the room, crying angrily. Behind her, frowning and bowing in apology was the governess, Miss Peters, ushering her forward.

“I’m terribly sorry my lord,” Miss Peters looked to Anthony. “I tried to take everything in hand myself, but…”

“What happened?” Benedict asked, kneeling directly to Eloise as he took her by the arms. He hoped she wouldn’t smell the alcohol on him, but even if she did, he supposed she wouldn’t know what it was.

“Colin is horrid!” Eloise shouted, her face growing redder, hot tears cascading down it.

“What did he do?” Anthony too looked to Eloise for explanation. 

“I never want to see him again!” Eloise continued to shriek. “He said awful things. I hope he never comes back!”

“Miss Peters?” Anthony now looked at her in alarm. “What happened? Where is Colin?”

“I’m sorry my lord,” she apologized again. “The two of them were upstairs and I was coming to put them to bed. They were in a row, I don’t know what was said. But Miss Eloise struck Master Colin quite hard and then he took off running. I sent a footman to look for him but he isn’t anywhere we’d expect him to be.” 

Anthony’s eyes grew wide.

“I came to tell you immediately because of last time, you see.” Miss Peters looked down defeatedly.

“Dammit,” Anthony raked a hand through his hair, then leveled his eyes at his sister. “Eloise, where did Colin go?” he all but growled. There was something different about him, Benedict realized, an impatient intensity that he hadn’t seen before. 

“Down the east corridor. I don’t know where he is and I don’t care!” Eloise remained defiant, jutting her chin into the air. Her crying had died down to exasperated little hiccups. 

Benedict felt a wave of relief and looked up at his brother, “Don’t worry Anthony,” he held up a hand before the viscount started shouting, “I have a fair idea where he might be.”

Anthony bit back whatever he was about to say, but still responded through gritted teeth. “Then you had better go and find him or else we’ll have to start a search.”

Benedict nodded reassuringly, then turned back to Eloise, who was sniffling. “Eloise,” he kept his voice calm, “what did Colin say?”

Her eyes began to dart. “I said…I said…I said that Papa was like Snow White. Because we put him in a coffin in the forest.” 

Miss Peters’ hands flew to her mouth and Anthony turned his back, walking to the far corner of the room. Benedict’s head swam. That he was even having this conversation was surreal.

Eloise continued, halting her words nervously. “And then I said…maybe…maybe if Mama kissed him…like the prince…then he would wake up again.”

Benedict swallowed and stared at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. Eloise took a deep breath, her fury returning. “And then Colin shouted at me, and told me I was stupid, and that Papa is dead and never coming back.” Her whole frame started to shake, new tears wetting her cheeks. “He said I would never see Papa again!” She stomped her foot against the rug, scrunching up her whole face in a look of defiance, rather than despair. This was Eloise, she was a creature of will, not of sentiment.

Benedict could hear muffled whimpers from Miss Peters, and absolute silence from the corner where Anthony stood. At last, he met his sister's eyes. She searched his face, imploring him for some acknowledgement. He didn’t know how to have this conversation, and he especially didn’t know how to have it while inebriated. So, he pivoted.

“And then you struck him?”

“Yes!” She squeaked, a flash of pride in her eyes.

Benedict couldn’t hide a small grin. “Eloise, you know you shouldn’t hit your brother.” He took one of her tiny hands in his and squeezed it to make his point. “You shouldn’t hit anyone.”

Her fire receded a bit and her voice grew soft. “I know.” Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and her head was on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

Benedict patted her on the back, “You don’t need to apologize to me, you need to apologize to Colin. And I must find him for you to do so.” He pulled her away and looked at her intently. “Off to bed with you, and we will all meet in the morning.”

She pouted at him, “But he was so mean.”

Benedict let out a shuddering breath, thinking to himself that while his words may have been cruel, Colin had been correct. Though he couldn’t tell Eloise that. “I suppose he was,” he took her hands in his again. “So you will both apologize to each other, alright?”

Her face twisted in confusion, but she nodded at him, clearly tired from her outburst. He guided her back to Miss Peters who led her out of the room and back upstairs.

“So where is he?” Anthony asked quietly. Benedict turned to see him, still angled away with his hands on his hips, casting sideways glances at the fire.

“I’ll get him Anthony, you needn’t concern yourself.” He didn’t want to add more to his brother’s shoulders, it was true. But he also didn’t want him to know about the secret hiding place where he suspected Colin to be. It was a spot only he and his younger brother had discovered, as far as he was aware.

Anthony was flexing his jaw and shifting his weight from foot to foot, the firelight betraying that tears were shining in his eyes. He gave Benedict a wordless nod, but in the gesture there was a thank you, a trust, an understanding.

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Colin was indeed in the secret hiding spot where Benedict had expected to find him. It was outside the windows of the second floor’s east corridor. At some point in his youth, he had discovered that if you climbed out one of three given windows, you would land on the roof of the portico over Aubrey Hall's front doors. So long as you stayed out of view of the windows, no one in the house could find you. It had served to shield him, at least temporarily, when he was up to no good, or hiding from the consequences of his bad behavior. Once Colin was old enough to join him as a partner in such endeavors, he had learned of the location as well.

Benedict opened one of the windows and leaned out to see the boy sitting on the corner edge of the portico, dangling his feet off the side. 

“Here you are,” he said softly, and then clambered over the sill to follow him, pulling the window nearly shut behind them to avoid detection.

Colin looked sharply over his shoulder and grumbled, “Anthony sent you out to find me?”

Benedict had to steady himself after his acrobatics, reminded that he was still impaired by brandy. Slowly, he walked over to join his brother. “He did. But I don’t plan on dragging you back to him. I just wanted to see that you were safe.” 

He sat down next to Colin and squinted through the dark. In the meager light that shone out from the hall windows behind them, he could see that the boy’s lip was swollen, with a dark gash of a bloody cut. He sighed. “Eloise’s aim is getting better. Are you alright?”

Colin sniffed defiantly, and sucked in his injured lip. “I’m fine,” he bit off.

“Do you want to talk?”

“No.” 

Benedict had rarely seen his brother so angry. Though he wasn’t going to fault anyone in his family for how they felt tonight. After scowling at him, Colin leaned rather too far out over his knees, staring down at the ground a story below them. A dread rose up inside the older brother, who interpreted precisely what his sibling was thinking. 

“If you jump down from this roof you’ll break an arm,” he cautioned.

Colin snapped around to face him, glaring. “I don’t care!” he shouted, “I’m going to run away and you can’t stop me!”

“Like last time?” Benedict hoped that by reminding the boy of his prior failed escape attempt, he would think better of his plans. 

Instead, Colin only seemed to grow bolder. “No,” he shook his head, glowering. “This time you won’t find me. No one will.”

If it were possible for Benedict to feel any more hollow than he already did, Colin’s intention to vanish certainly made him feel that way, whether or not there was any chance he would succeed.

“Would you come back to visit us at least?” It was a genuine question. While he was too tired to contemplate whether his small brother would actually run away and evade them all, if he managed to do so, Benedict couldn’t bear the thought of losing another family member. “We will miss you. Mother will miss you.” It was an appeal to his sensibilities, yes. But it was also the truth. He spoke more softly, “I will miss you.”

Colin stirred in the darkness, kicking his feet where they dangled in the air. He was quiet for several moments, the agitation seeming to melt out of his posture. At last he answered, quietly,  “You could come with me, I suppose. Just you.”

Benedict couldn’t hide a small grin. Perhaps he was not at imminent risk of needing to chase his brother across the English countryside. Not if he had earned the boy’s trust. He leaned back on his arms and looked off across the shadowy landscape. “Where will we go?”

Colin’s voice grew frustrated again. “I don’t know. I just…I just don’t want to be here anymore.” He picked up a small pebble from the rooftop and threw it angrily into the distance. Benedict couldn’t see his eyes very well in the darkness, but from the tone of his voice, he knew that he was holding back tears. An instinctual part of him wanted to reach out and hold his younger brother, but he thought better of it. When Colin needed comforting he always made it clear, and tonight he was not asking for comfort, he was asking to be heard. 

In honesty, Benedict understood precisely how he felt. While his heart was weighed down with an overwhelming sadness at everything that had transpired, there was an undeniable part of him that was angry. Angry at the injustice of it all. Angry that there was nothing he could do to improve the situation. Angry that there was nothing anyone had managed to do, other than sit around and be morose. “I understand,” he sighed. “I don’t particularly want to be here right now, either.” It was a relief to admit it aloud. 

Colin turned to him with a look of surprise. Benedict grinned back, happy that they had found a confidence to share between them. Perhaps together they could manage, eventually, to claw their way back to happiness. He raised a brow at his brother, “Shall we go to Spain? Cyprus?”

“How would we get that far?”

Benedict shrugged and stuck his nose in the air. “I think I have some rather useful skills. I know how to survive on the road.”

Colin scoffed at him. “You’ve never been on the road.”

Benedict frowned. “Well, neither have you. I’m older and smarter than you, at least.”

Colin ignored the jab. Time had toughened him against such remarks. “We would need a map,” he pointed out.

“Not necessarily.” Benedict shook his head. “We have the stars.”

Colin looked up at him quizzically. “The stars?”

“Of course.” Benedict’s brow furrowed. “What is that tutor teaching you?” He leaned toward his brother. “How do you think ships stay on course when all that a map will show them is a big blue ocean?” Colin only shrugged, eyes wide. Benedict continued, “The stars are fixed in the sky. Look there…” 

He began to point out every constellation he could recognize, aligning them all with the cardinal directions as he had learned in school, and as their father had instilled in his memory on nights like this when the sky was clear. Not so long ago, Edmund had stood on the balconies and lawns of Aubrey Hall, pointing out to young Anthony and Benedict the bears and archers, lions and ladles that dotted the sky over their grounds, telling them the stories of each character and how each one could help to point them home, if they should ever need. Now Benedict recounted everything he remembered to Colin. While somewhat cheekily claiming it would help guide him on an adventure, in truth he fervently hoped that the boy would use the same knowledge to always return to his family, if he ever found himself far away.

Colin was entranced, eagerly following Benedict’s hand as he illustrated the company of animals and heroes above them. Soon enough, they were lying on their backs on the portico roof, staring in awe at the expanse of the universe, the details of their sorrowful day temporarily forgotten. How long they laid there, Benedict wasn’t sure. It took a good deal of time to map out the entire sky. But by the time he had finished his tour of the stars, Colin was quiet beside him, looking dreamily up into the night, with the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Benedict?” he asked softly.

“Mmm?”

Colin turned his head to face him, the anger in his voice had been replaced with a sense of resolution. “Let’s wait a bit before we leave. I need to decide which way to go. East or south, or…” He trailed off, turning back to look at the brightest points above them. “Just be ready.”

Benedict smiled, knowing in his heart that Colin wasn’t going to go anywhere. Not anytime soon at least. “Very well. I’ll wait for you to give the word.”

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp

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[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

So starved for Bridgerton content (impatient asf for polin) that you go out and buy the prequel books 😩😩 this wait is killing me !!!!

My fave prequel couple is Georgie and Nicholas tho 😏

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[gogh-chase-the-stars]

now that the prequel’s out it’s time to make bridgerton my entire personality for a few weeks

#might rewatch the earlier seasons again #mine #bridgerton #queen charlotte #bridgerton prequel

[apinchofm]

Mistaken Identity

Edwina's tea with the Queen leads her to another encounter with King George. Angst and fluff.

Edwina's stomach was twisting as she waited in the gardens of St James.

She was rather not looking too forward to tea with the Queen. She had a feeling Queen Charlotte wanted to ensure she would not mess up her second season.

The unmarried Diamond who ran from the wedding altar. She made her choice, she was fine with it. But the way people whispered about her; her virtue; what was possibly wrong with her.

The Queen must have been unhappy. Hence her making Edwina stew in the gardens under the sun. At least she thought she was alone. A man was walking towards her, in a long blue robe and night clothes.

She recognised him, even without the wig. It was the King. She had always assumed he stayed mainly at Kew. Then again, when she had seen him on the day of her failed wedding, that presumption was clearly wrong.

"Your Majesty." Edwina curtsied lowly to him as he approached her.

"No need for formality, Emily." The King said with a laugh. He embraced her and she gently patted his back, as she looked to the approaching guards not to startle him.

"Are you well, my dear? Look at you!" George said, looking at her with wonder. He cupped her face gently as if she was so very precious at him.

"Yes… Yes, I am." Edwina replied, settling into a warm smile, "Very well."

"Is your mother still trying to have you married? You must not marry unless you are in love!" He advised, "Remember that!"

Charlotte was running to the two, holding the hem of her red gown, two guards and Brimsely close behind.

"Of course." Edwina agreed, "Why don't we-"

"George!"

"Lottie." He grinned, still holding Edwina's hands, "Emily and I were speaking of her potential nuptials. Is she engaged to Friedrich yet? She deserves a good man."

"Yes, George," Lottie confirmed gently.

"I do hope he is in love with her. She is precious." George said, gently stroking her cheek. Edwina smiled gently, chuckling softly. Poor man.

"He is." Charlotte assured, "No less for our daughter."

"Father, might you find your rest? So that you are ready for the day. It is happening rather soon, and I should hate to exhaust you." Edwina said, leading the king to his men.

"Only if you are sure." He said.

"Mother has everything in hand." Edwina assured, looking to the Queen. Charlotte stepped forward and gently took one of his hands.

"Is everything in hand, Lottie?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes, George." Charlotte assured, "Everything is very much in hand!"

"Do not go over the wall. He is a good man." He whispered to Edwina, kissing her on the cheek before allowing himself to be escorted away.

"Your Majesty, I-" Edwina began. Charlotte stopped her, taking her hands.

"Let us have tea. We are all set up in one of the greenhouses."

They walked silently to the orangery, where tea was set up. Edwina had a million questions when she first arrived but found they had all disappeared after

"Thank you. For helping him. Again." Charlotte said, "As he has become sicker, sometimes it can be hard to pull him out of his state."

"Perhaps one does not need to pull him about but sit with the King inside of his mind at that moment." Edwina offered thoughtfully. The Queen's gowns. The palace. Everything is slightly outdated but no less ornate. All to keep His Majesty calm.

"Your Majesty, if I may ask; Who is Emily?" Edwina asked cautiously.

Charlotte smiled sadly, "She was our youngest. She was so very sweet and kind and so excitable! She was my favourite of my daughters; I am not ashamed to say so. She was to marry the Kaiser Frederick of Prussia, but she died."

Edwina looked shyly at the Queen, "I am sorry for the loss of your daughter." She said. A part of her wished to say 'and your husband', but King George was there, if not mentally. He was a kind man, Edwina could tell and it was clear how much Charlotte loved him.

"That is the true test of marriage. In sickness and in health." Charlotte continued, "To choose someone over everything. I still choose my husband every day."

Edwina nodded but was still rather confused. She had been chosen as a Diamond encrusted wife for the Viscount.

"What if choice is not enough?" Edwina asked.

"It is the most powerful part. It is clear now the Viscount chose you one day but did not care for you the next." Charlotte explained, "But he made his choice in full view of the Ton, at risk of his reputation. He is a man, which makes it easier for him. But you have the right to choose someone as well, Miss Edwina. I hope you know that."

"Thank you," Edwina whispered.

"I have a proposition for you. Which is why I asked you here today." Charlotte said, "I know you are facing rather vicious rumours and speculation due to recent events. I wish to offer you a simple marriage. To my nephew. Prince Friedrich of Prussia. He is a military officer, now a diplomat. He requires a wife of your virtues and skills."

"I accept," Edwina said, nearly immediately, and she raised an eyebrow, "I did promise the King, did I not? And I trust your judgement for me, your Majesty."

"No less for a child of mine. And my Diamonds are my daughters in a way." Charlotte said gently.

#queen charlotte #edwina sharma #king george iii #charlotte x george #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #angst with a fluffy ending #prequel fic #one shot #edwina and queen charlotte #queen Charlotte: a Bridgerton story

[blackinperiodfilms]

First Look at Arsema Thomas as Young Lady Danbury in Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story.

Netflix has released the first look at young Lady Agatha Danbury in the streamer’s upcoming “Bridgerton” prequel series, “Queen Charlotte.”

Played by Arsema Thomas, Agatha uses Charlotte’s ascent to the throne to forge her way into society while under the thumb of a much older husband. Strapped with a sharp understanding of the once-divided social scene and the intricacies of marriage, Agatha becomes a guiding light for the new Queen, all while finding her own voice and power.

Coming to Netflix in 2023.

#Bridgerton #Lady Danbury #Young Lady Danbury #Arsema Thomas #Queen Charlotte Prequel #Adjoa Andoh #Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story

[bitchyglitterfox]

BitchyGlitterFox Presents: Kinktober 2022 Master List

Day 1: Dirty Talk - Anakin Skywalker

Day 2: Floor Sex - James Potter

Day 3: Anal - Dr. Strange

Day 4: Breath Play - Johnathan Byers

Day 5: Breeding - Marcus Moreno

Day 6: Cockwarming - Peter Parker (Andrew)

Day 7: Sex toys - Daemon Targaryen

Day 8: Cream Pie - Kingo

Day 9: Stripping - Argyle

Day 10: Spanking - Nancy Wheeler

Day 11: Erotic Photos - Eloise Bridgerton

Day 12: Hate/Angry Sex - Druig

Day 13: Face Sitting - Wanda Maximoff

Day 14: Love Bites/Marks - Nathan Drake

Day 15: Overstimulation - Sirius Black

Day 16: Bath/Shower sex - Din Djarin

Day 17: Pegging - Brahms Hillshire

Day 18: Lingerie - Thomas Hewitt

Day 19: Masturbation - Robin Buckley

Day 20: Mirror Sex - Rhaenrya

Day 21: Praise Kink - Icarus

Day 22: Phone sex - Spencer Reid

Day 23: Food Play - Duke Leto

Day 24: Outdoor Sex - Remus Lupin

Day 25: Sex Pollen - Poe Dameron

Day 26: Sexting - Eddie Munson

Day 27: Stockings - Jon Snow

Day 28: Strap on - Kate Bishop

Day 29: Table Sex - Joel Miller

Day 30: Temp Play - Yelena Belova

Day 31: Nipple Play - Vincent Sinclair

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[golden-cherry]

I just finished "Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story"

I need two or three days to recover

*spoilers in the tags*

#I thought is was a cute prequel #IT WAS NOT #IT WAS HEARTBREAKING #I CANT EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY #personal #queen Charlotte #bridgerton

[bridgertonandchocolate]

Just started reading the 4th bridgerton prequel and omg y’all… the Easter eggs in that book so far. Baby Colin sounds absolutely adorable with his chubby cheeks and green eyes and voracious appetite. And the whole “we could use another redhead in the family”. Come on!!!! Julia Quinn played favorites. Colin and Penelope are her fave! Also no spoilers I only read the first three or four chapters.

#bridgerton #bridgerton prequels #bridgerton season 3 #baby Colin #polin #it’s polin season #the polin era #colin bridgerton #colin and penelope #penelope featherington

[arrthurpendragon]

#ocappreciation #oc: arthur rokesby #oc: florence floyd #fic: stealing her patriot heart #fd: bridgerton prequel series #fd: the rokesbys #finally settled on a name #poster #story cover

[eleanor-bradstreet]

A Brother’s Love - Masterpost

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton and all Bridgerton siblings Rated: G, angst due to grief/loss, tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: In the aftermath of Edmund's death, 17-year-old Benedict has sweet moments with each of his younger siblings.

Author's Notes: If there’s one thing Benedict stans know, it’s that he is the emotional laborer/support animal for the Bridgerton family. This concept was first introduced to me by the fabulous @ladyjenevia, and expanded upon in her masterpiece Benedict video essay. It has also been perfectly examined by the exceptional @hopepaigeturner here. It was investigations like these that inspired this, my first ever finished work, exploring how Benedict emotionally supported his younger siblings in the aftermath of Edmund’s death.

Each chapter focuses on Benedict’s interaction with one sibling, but Anthony and Violet feature too, showing Benedict’s positive influence on them. I absolutely adore the dynamic of Anthony as the ‘head’ of the family and Benedict as the ‘heart’, and how Edmund’s passing shaped them respectively into the stern dutiful viscount and the jokester emotional support system.

Curiosity

Devotion

Education

Faith

Guidance

Healing

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[kweza]

i really thought i had one more year to go before i became annoying about bridgerton again but i guess life and shonda rhimes had other plans sorry girlies

#i will be making this prequel my personality for the next week i fear #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story

[lets-disneyprincess-blr-blog]

What you think about Johnathzn Bailey and Simone Ashley as voice and singing voice of Sadira father and mother what you think Please leave comment’s ?

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[kiarazuri]

I just remembered that in the Bridgerton books Eloise ends up with Marina’s husband and they better not put that in the show cuz here’s the thing: there are 3 main Black women on the show. The Queen, who’s husband has dementia and can’t remember her and it’s really sad, Lady Danbury, who’s a widow, and Marina, who lost the love of her life before she even knew she was pregnant and is now in a loveless marriage. And she’s supposed to DIE?? Fuck no.

#and yeah I know both the Queen and Danbury are gonna be happy and in love in the prequel but that’s not the point #bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton show #me #mine #marina thompson

[bitchyglitterfox]

I wanna interact with yall more!! My asks are open I'm currently working on 2 of them!

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[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + the fic of your choice! 💜

Arthur Rokesby wasn’t quite sure how he ended up on a ship bound for America. He was certain that it had something to do with imbibing far too much alcohol and the fact that his best friend, Edmund Bridgerton had decided to settle down. The headache and throbbing head explained the first part and his wounded heart explained the second.

He was happy for Edmund. Truly, he was. Violet Ledger was the perfect choice for him. She was beautiful, intelligent, and made Edmund very happy. Theirs was a match made for love, which wasn’t always common in polite society. Arthur had always thought that he and Edmund would sow their wild oats for nearly a decade before settling down. But this wasn’t to be. His best friend was married and he was not. 

All his older siblings had married for love thus far and his twin was intent on practicing medicine.  This left Arthur quite alone in the world and somehow on a ship bound for York City.  If he had stayed home any longer, his mother would likely work on finding him a match. She was quite well-known for her matchmaking attempts.  And he had no desire to settle down yet.  So an adventure it was.

How long would he stay there? No idea. What was he going to do? Again, no idea. He couldn’t even remember his thought process that led him to board the ship in the first place. But there wasn’t much he could do about the situation in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, was there? His only choice was to embrace it, which Arthur did so willingly.

His brother Edward’s stories of America from his time in the war had always intrigued him.  It had been a dream of his to set sail for America.  Although Edmund or one of his brothers was always included in this daydream, it appeared it was a dream he would embark on alone.  He would probably never hear the end of it from his mother once he sent word of his adventure.  She was likely worried sick over his sudden disappearance. His only hope was that perhaps his mother had imbibed too much at the wedding as well and hadn’t yet noticed his absence.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

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