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𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬. 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 should be at the 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 of her mind. especially not the ʀᴀᴋᴇ before her. the one meant to be 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 her sister ( 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵 ) of all the attempts to keep her gaze on the 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅; the suitors she could acquire at the ₗₐₛₜ ₘₒₘₑₙₜ in order to shift the younger sharma’s focus, kate kept finding her eyes 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 on the 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺. the 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 in her side. 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.
her 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 on the dance floor was the fault of edwina. encouraged to pursue a 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 of her own — only to be dancing with the ꜱᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ of all her plans. ❝ the ton expects you to dance with my sister the 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. not a soul would have thought it 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫, ❞ it would be ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ to dismiss the feeling ᵈᵉᵉᵖ in her chest. but now she was expected to dance with him as if his touch didn’t ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ. 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠; it felt 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨. like she was ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ₐ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ just by dancing with him.
❝ do not be 𝚍𝚊𝚏𝚝, lord bridgerton. you are well aware that i have no 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 of marrying. i am 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 being a spinster, ❞ attention shifted from edwina’s movements back to @stlispenard. peering up at him from 𝒷ₑₙₑₐₜₕ ₗₐₛₕₑₛ, ❝ 𝑖 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠. i hardly believe a ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ would desire to remove himself from the ᴅᴇʙᴀᴜᴄʜᴇʀʏ allotted here in london. ❞ for a moment she 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 the idea. 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦; but then anthony entered her thoughts. as long as he was around, they would be of 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 to one another. they would ᴅɪꜱʜᴏɴᴏʀ each other. only a 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 would think they would manage dallying around as relations by marriage. 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.
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“ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” ( kanthony )
Kate had always liked to ride in the mornings, the brisk pace of her horse’s gallop blocking out all else, all the heavy weight of her thoughts. It had been difficult, these past few weeks, the first of her marriage. Last night’s ball had been particularly horrid, whispers every time she turned her back, speculation upon her hasty marriage, the reasons for it.
So she had taken to her horse, to try to forget, now cutting a solitary figure as she made her way back to the house. But then, Kate was used to that. She dealt with things alone, she always had. Why should this be different, even if now she faced all the disdain of the ton? She could bear it. At least the scandal was only on her head, not Edwina’s, not their mother’s, nor on the Bridgertons. She would do anything to protect them all from it, certainly take all on herself if she could.
Strange, though, that even now Kate had all eyes on her, she felt more unseen than ever. The wild speculation seemed about a stranger, resembling nothing of who Kate truly was. They did not know her. It should be comforting, but she only felt weighed down by her fear that no one truly did, or even cared to.
Not even her mother and sister. After all, mornings like these had always meant a guilty slip past the footmen when she returned, hair too wild and loose for polite company, a rush inside before her mother or Edwina noticed she had been gone. Sometimes, they did notice, Kate reminded herself. Not always, but sometimes they had.
As she brought her horse back into the stables, she could not help but feel an ache. It hurt her pride to admit it even to herself, but it was the truth. Kate was lonely. She had been lonely for a long time.
A shiver passed over her, brought on by the sudden awareness of eyes upon her. Kate turned to find Lord Bridgerton, watching her just outside the stables. The intensity of his look was near enough to make Kate shiver, though she told herself it was simply the cool morning air.
He was waiting for her, Kate realised, and did not know how it made her feel, a warmth bursting in her chest that she was wholly unfamiliar with.
“You should not ride alone. It’s dangerous,” Anthony fussed, eschewing any greeting in favor of scolding her. “Anything could happen to you.” His peremptory, authoritative ways might have irritated Kate in any other circumstances, if not for the fact that she had been struck temporarily wordless by his very presence. Anthony’s serious expression then wavered into smirk, “For one thing, dear wife, your sense of direction is rather lacking, no?”
“I...” she stopped, caught up in her emotion. “I did not think you would notice I was gone,” Kate admitted quietly.
Anthony’s eyes softened, and he took her hand, escorting her back to the house.
“That’s where you’re quite wrong, Lady Bridgerton. Kate,” Anthony corrected himself. “I see you. I know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. Not to me,” he finished, and Kate forgot how to breathe.
Their marriage may have only been one of convenience, but there were times, times like these, that Kate felt so convinced of something deeper, swept away by the gentleness in his eyes when he looked at her. Undone by how deeply her wanting went, more deeply than she’d known she was capable of before meeting him.
“Oh,” she said, her hand curling around his arm. This was what it felt like, to not be alone, she thought, and then recovered herself. Worries forgotten, she matched his earlier smirk. “Though it does not signify. In any case, you do not tell me what to do, my lord.”
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But, Molly, the way he kisses her in the middle of the damn ballroom like a whore and is so fucking pleased with himself afterwards.
Violet really can't take them anywhere.
Ugh, there’s so much of their new dynamic to unpack here.
First the fact that Francesca says she wants a second to herself and Anthony’s like-
“You do you Boo, have fun kids.”
He never would have done that when Daphne was making her debut. Never.
Then there’s the fact that he catches Kate’s eye across the room and the second their eyes meet she smiles at him as though she can’t help herself.
The little tilt of his head as he walks towards her like “Tell me not to come over if you’re busy 1-2-3 too late. I’m on my way!”
The fact that he’s talking to his MOTHER and he’s still like “Mum, Kate’s really pretty! She’s beautiful! She’s my wife! Did I mention that she was my wife? I want to dance! Come on let’s dance!”
(Kate and Violet are obviously talking about something and I love that they don’t seem to have a contentious relationship at all)
Then there’s the dancing. They’re not even wearing GLOVES. It mirrors the movements of their final dance in season 2 but they don’t have to stare longingly at one another anymore. They’re in love and the entire ton knows it. So Anthony takes the opportunity and sluts it up.
Her playful little gasp?
His little smirk?
The fact that the flashes of colour on his waistcoat match her dress perfectly???
The fact that last season they used her hair loosening to show the moments she was most herself and they were mostly when she and Anthony were alone and here she is with half her hair down at a society function because she feels more comfortable in herself with Anthony???
I need to call out sick from work today to recover
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I just love the idea of Polin having their first kiss in episode two because it creates an opportunity for a slower build-up in intimacy than we've seen in past seasons. Simon and Daphne's first kiss is in episode 4 and their first time is in episode 5. Kate and Anthony have a longer slow burn and build-up in tension, but when they have their first kiss in episode 6, it escalates quickly to their first time in episode 7. Even Charlotte and George kiss in episode 1 and have sex at the end of episode 2.
Having Pen and Colin kiss in episode two gives the show a bit of breathing room and could freshen up the structure of the show. They have their first kiss in episode two, which leads to sexual tension in episode 3 that then gets released in a more passionate make-out session (episode 4, carriage scene), which shifts their relationship dynamic and then builds to their first time in episode 6 or 7 when they confess their love to each other (mirror scene). And this kind of structure where the moments are more spread out adds to the themes of growing individually and with your partner.
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The Bridgerton family dynamics I'm looking for in season 3:
[Kate enters the drawing room.]
Hyacinth: Thank goodness. Kate, please tell Anthony he is wrong.
Kate: Anthony, once again, your argument is woefully lacking a sound foundation. Now, Hyacinth, tell me what this is about.
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each rumble sent her heart on a marathon. the fear stemmed from her loss, but surely the fright would seem childish to those around aubrey hall. it was a comfort to know that the viscount held a vast array of novels that would quell her wandering thoughts. though, she did not expect him to make an appearance at this hour. ❝ my apologies, my lord. i simply was in need of some literature to occupy this sleepless night. i shall see myself out, ❞ she was racing for the door, but now it had been shut. stopping her in her place. kate was left alone with the rake, in a vulnerable state nonetheless. her arms crossed over her chest, the book curled tightly against her. the chill of the night awoke goosebumps down her arms, ❝ do not act as if you care how i may be feeling. it is none of your concern. now, i will returning to my– ❞ the crack was close enough to shake the grounds. the book slipped from her grip and her entire body flinched from the thunder. ❝ i am not fond of storms, that is all. ❞ the sight of him illuminated with each bolt of lightning, and she wasn’t sure what she feared most in that moment. the weather, or herself.
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