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frost-queen · 11 months

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Shattered dreams (Reader!sister & Bridgerton Siblings)

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Summary: You are debuted (around Eloise's age) and have met someone in secret. Unaware to any of your brothers. One faithful day they find out that someone is trying to hurt you for 'not listening & not being a good wife to be'. Hearing of this your brothers boil with anger and come to your aid.

The weather was nice, a soft breeze cooling the warming spring season. You took a deep breath, taking it all in. Spring was your favorite season after all. Not too hot, not too cold. Flowers blooming, birds singing and ducks enjoying their ponds. From afar you could already see the lake. Boats set on them to take a tour. Colin noticed your eagerness tapping you on your hand. – “Would you like a tour around the lake sister?” – he asked with a smile. He knew just how much you’d like that.

You formed a smile, holding your hand on his arm. – “Perhaps later.” – you answered. Colin furrowed his brows a bit confused. Why you wanted to wait stunned him. To be fair you wanted to take a tour on the boats, just with that someone special. With Hubert so to speak. You met him a few balls ago. None of your relatives aware of the meeting.

You were absolutely smitten with him. He’d be the one to save you. To care and comfort himself over you till he drew his last breath. You didn’t know why you kept it a secret. Perhaps because the encounter was so secretive and unproper by any standards set up by the ton you perhaps feared it.

Looking around you wondered where he is. Eyes slowly widening when your gaze met with his from afar. Your heart leaped and fluttered. He slightly motioned with his head for you to come and see him. You couldn’t hide the giddy smile on your lips. Slowly removing your arm from around your brother Colin’s. Colin frowned. – “I must ask mama something.”- you lied before he could question your intentions.

He nodded, turning his posture to Benedict and Eloise who were in a deep conversation. Colin over-heard their conversation, sighing loud with an eye roll. They were so headstrong in bickering about nonsense. You made your way over the green fields, keeping a close eye on your siblings behind you. You didn’t want any of them to see where you were heading. Taking several detours between small gatherings, you hoped to blend in and possible disappear from their eye.

The secrecy send a thrill through your body. Excitement bubbling up in your stomach. You gasped, turning sharply around with your back to them after spotting mama with Anthony. They were chatting with Miss Edwina and Lady Danbury. Anthony looking as if he’d rather chew off his own foot then be present any longer. It made you chuckle a bit at the idea.

You moved further, closer to the lake with your back kept towards them. Dipping through a gathering you hoped to blend in. Some ladies gave you a nasty look for suddenly joining in as if you were to eavesdrop or steal their possible suitor from them. You shook your head at them, letting them know that were not your intentions. You moved on nearing the lake. By the lake you looked confused around. Was he not here? Hearing loud a psst made you jump out of your skin. By your left, lurking behind a tree he stood.

You glanced barely over your shoulder before heading over to him. Hubert took you by your hand, pulling you closer to him. – “Miss Y/n.” – he said kissing your hand. You smiled lovestruck and flattered by the gesture. – “I have counted the days till I’d meet you again.” – he whispered. His compliment warmed your heart if he would’ve asked for your hand you would’ve accepted it within a heartbeat. You looked behind you to the lake. – “Shall… shall we go for a tour?” – you asked eager to go round the lake.

Hubert smiled leaving a kiss higher up your arm. You smiled a bit uneasy hoping no one had seen it as it was against standards. – “As the lady pleases.” – Hubert spoke. He offered you his arm as you took it. Hubert and you came in sight, making your way over to the lake. You kept your head down not wanting any of your siblings to recognize you.

You got on the platform. A boat waiting for you to get on. Hubert got in first. You smiled waiting for him to take your hand and help you down when he didn’t. He just sat himself down staring at the other side of the lake. You smiled sheepishly, lifting a bit of your skirt up. Foot dangling in the air, finding balance to set it down. The boat wobbled a bit when your foot touched the boat. – “Hurry up will you.” – Hubert said with a hastened wave. His comment made you stare stunned at him for a brief second.

Without thinking much further about it, you got onto the boat. Hubert took the oars, rowing the boat away. You took a deep breath, enjoying the ride. He rowed the boat further away from the mainland and out of sight. – “Is it not a lovely day My lord?” – you asked to stir up a conversation. His face made a ‘meh’ expression making you regret your question. – “My lord is everything…” – you started wanting to ask about his sudden mood when he stopped rowing. You blinked perplex when he threw the oars to you.

You caught them, staring confused at them. – “My lord… I do not understand…” – you said, looking back up to him. – “I am tired!” – he hissed out. – “Why don’t you row!” – he insisted upon. Your eyes widened at his request. – “Row… my lord?” – you repeated wanting to be sure you understood. – “Yes!” – he called out bothered. – “I spoke clear didn’t I or is your head filled with novelty nonsense?” – he said loudly startling you.

You quickly shook your head. – “Then start rowing.” – he insisted rubbing his shoulder as if it was sore. You nodded obedient with a nervous swallow. You set the oars in the water, giving it a turn. One oar plopped up from the water, splashing the boat a bit. It made you lose your balance a bit, nearly falling forwards. Hubert caught some water, wiping his vest with disgust. – “Apologies My lord.” – you quickly said. – “I shall do my best.” – you set the oar right, giving it another go. After a few failed attempts you found a steady pace to row the boat.

It didn’t took you long to start huffing and puffing at the weight you needed to row. His and yours. To be honest you weren’t that strong compared to Hubert. – “Can you not go a bit faster?” – he spoke with annoyance. You huffed loud, muscles soring up. – “Yes my lord.” – you obliged like a good girl. You started rowing faster and harder, feeling it immediately in your muscles. A pair in another boat raised their eyebrows at you.

Gritting your teeth you pushed through to row the boat around. – “My lord are … you enjoying … the view?” – you asked out of breath. Cheeks flashing with heat from the work-out. He remained silent, haunting the boat ride with it. Clenching your jaw, you felt yourself weaken with rows. Wondering why he was making you do this labor? You felt the wood roughen your palms.

Biting your lip, you tried to keep in any tears. It was so obvious to anyone he was making you do the labor he should be doing. It didn’t even seem to care him. Suddenly the idea of Hubert was very different. From someone you thought would be yours truly, he sure made you do work hard for it. You were slowing down, unable to keep up with it. Your muscles were so sore it used up a lot of effort to even move them. – “Why are you slowing down? Keep it up girl!” – he made clear.

His words stinging like a sharp knife in your heart. Looking up, you blinked rapidly to stop yourself from crying. – “Yes my lord.” – you replied softly. You groaned quietly rowing harder. Putting more work to your labor. Out of breath, you needed to use both hands to push one oar to make the turn. Grabbing the other one once more, you rowed back. – “My lord… are… are you rested well enough?” – you asked hinting to him to take over. He shook his head. Barely lifting a finger in assisting you. Your shoulders slouched with sadness.

Hardening your expression there even boiled some anger towards him. If this was how married life with him would be, you didn’t want it. Him making you do all the work while he enjoys your torture. You kept rowing as the mainland got in view. The colorful tents overtowering the ton. Hearing their laugher carry over with the wind it made you even angrier.

On the mainland looked Anthony briefly up, eyelashes fluttering to be certain it was you he saw on the lake. His eye narrowed trying to focus on you. – “Mama.” – Anthony said without adverting his eyes from you. Violet stopped talking to Lady Danbury, acknowledging her son. – “Is that Y/n on the lake?” – he wondered wanting to be certain. Violet turned her head. – “Why yes she is.” – she answered with smile. – “With a lord.” – she expressed giddy. Anthony’s eyes widened Violet tapped him on the chest.

“Do you know the lord? What is his name?” – she wanted to know. – “I don’t know.” – Anthony replied slightly worried. His eyes widened even more silencing his mother from asking any more questions, seeing you row. His expression hardened with anger. – “He’s making her row!” – he blurted out angered. He looked back, putting his fingers in his mouth to whistle loud. Colin and Benedict looked his way. Anthony called them over with one firm motion of his head. Colin and Benedict didn’t waste another second, hurrying over to his side.

He pointed at you on the lake. – “That little liar.” – Colin cursed out, clenching his hand. Anthony looked confused with a sharp edge to it at him. – “She told me she needed to ask mama a question.” – Colin filled in. – “Clearly she didn’t.” – Anthony bit back bothered. – “Why is she rowing?” – Benedict questioned. – “Shouldn’t he be rowing? Why is he making her do the labor?” – it didn’t sit right with him. – “I’m going to end this.” – Anthony said heading towards the lake. Benedict and Colin hurrying behind him.

On the lake Hubert put you to a stop. You exhaled loud and exhausted. Perhaps a bit too loud. You offered him the oars, smiling at his gratitude of taking over your task. You furrowed your brows when he pushed the oar down. He came closer making you wary. – “What are you acting upon my lord?” – you wondered. He forced himself onto you, making you push him off. It clearly didn’t set with him. – “Do you not love me?” – he asked or rather demanded.

His question baffled you. – “If you want to become a good wife you’ll listen to me!” – he said coming closer again. – “No!” – you called out, battling him away as he tried to force a kiss on you once more. – “I am just showing you my love!” – he yelled getting angry. – “It isn’t love if you force me!” – you yelled back kicking him against the knee. He groaned in pain, holding his knee.

You crawled further up the boat, wondering how you’d get out of this situation. Heck you’d jump out of this boat if it meant escaping him. Hubert rose standing tall. He grabbed you by your arm, yanking on it. – “ A good wife does as she is told.” – he rose his hand ready to strike you.

Anthony was boiling with rage already undoing one shoe of his to jump in the water. Benedict stopped a pair from getting in a boat so they could get in. Colin calling out your name from afar. You gasped seeing his hand go down ready to hurt you. Looking away, you kicked your foot up out of instinct. You felt his chest under your shoe followed by a splash. Opening your eyes, you stared at an empty boat. You crawled over to the other side, looking over the edge. Hubert resurfacing as he spewed out some water. – “Good thing we aren’t married yet!” – you shouted at him.

You grabbed the oars, finding the last bit of strength of yours to row back to shore. Out of breath you reached the platform. Anthony and Benedict hoisted you up from the boat, wrapping their arms around you. – “Where is he? Who is he?” – Benedict called out angered. You cried against your brothers chest. – “I am sorry… I thought he was the one, but he is not. He was so commanding all of the sudden. Making me row, the silence, the insults…” – you cried out.

Anthony hugged you tighter. Hubert swam to the platform as Colin stepped away to let him get up on it. – “Look what you did!” – he shouted with a stern finger at you. Benedict puffed his chest up. He pushed Hubert hard, sending him back into the water. – “If I see you near my sister one more time I’ll make you scream for mercy!” – Benedict threatened.

Anthony handed you over to Colin who comforted you. Hubert came climbing up the platform once more, chest laying on the edge ready to push himself up. Anthony lowered himself smiling angrily. He pushed Hubert back by his forehead, sending him back down.

“You are lucky there are witnesses or I wouldn’t be so well-mannered!” – Anthony called out. Hubert staid in the water afraid to get out and be plunged back by any of your brothers. Your brothers and you left returning to mama. – “Thank you.” – you told them. – “Family is always a priority. First and upmost.” – Anthony answered.

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Hi I know you have stories going but can I drop a prompt - s3 married kanthony running into the Sheffields at a ball. Ty!

The royal ballroom was crowded with people; some Kate knew already and some young women were new to the scene. Francesca was plainly nervous to be out for the first time so Kate patted her hand encouragingly. Francesca may not have been chosen as the Diamond at the official presentation but neither had anyone else either. Daphne was a lot to live up to but Edwina had been too. Indeed no-one was meant to notice Kate at all except to bemoan her close guardianship of her sister – and look at her now.

Dressed in a finer gown than she had even owned before and a viscountess in her own right thanks to her handsome husband. So Francesca had hopes yet.

Indeed soon a young man came forward to ask Fran to dance. John Stirling, who was the Earl of Kilmartin to Kate’s knowledge, was a tall, pleasant looking fellow with a slightly nervous demeanour. Yet Kate mused that he must possess some bravery to approach a young lady for a dance whilst her rather fierce eldest brother was standing next to her. Fran seemed agreeable to the request and (after a pointed look from his wife) Anthony agreed to let Fran take to the floor. Kate stood watching with her husband as Lord Stirling took Fran’s hand and led her to the floor.

“At least she’s easier to deal with than Eloise.” Anthony grumbled. “She hasn’t run off at least.”

“Yes, it’s a shame that Eloise conveniently came down with a headache ten minutes before we were due to leave.” Kate mused. She had a feeling that Anthony wasn’t too disappointed and had hurried Fran and Kate into a waiting carriage before Eloise ‘starts to feel better.’

“Am I going to get a dance tonight, Lady Bridgerton?” He asked lowly in a tone that alerted Kate that his mind was not on dancing at all. Well, not the kind that was fit for society anyway.

“My Lord” she intoned trying to sound stern but failing “we must keep our eyes on your sister. It is her first ball and she must be well-chaperoned.”

“Fran is a good girl – she won’t get up to mischief if we indulge in a waltz.” Anthony wheedled.

“I thought you said that about Daphne once – and she ended up in the garden alone with a gentleman twice.”

Anthony looked rather melancholy at the memory. The first time was with Lord Berbrooke (and he admitted to Kate he was supremely grateful that Benedict had taught Daphne how to aim a punch behind their mother’s back) and the second time was with Simon. And he clearly didn’t want to think of his sister in such a way… her subsequent marriage to Simon was irrelevant. Kate took his hand in hers so to draw his attention back to more pleasant matters.

“Maybe we can hide behind a potted plant later on… providing that Fran is-”

Anthony looked over Kate’s shoulder in that moment and his face went from flirtatiously eager to thunderstruck. “Oh, you’ve got to be-”

Kate turned to look and understood Anthony’s expression all too well.

Lord and Lady Sheffield had come close enough that they couldn’t ignore them – and Kate didn’t doubt that they wanted to. But Kate cared enough about for the Bridgerton name to acknowledge them. What they said was another matter.

“Lord and Lady Sheffield.” Kate said with practised politeness and giving them a shallow curtsey. She could sense Anthony bowing beside her – it was a stiff and reluctant bow but a bow was a bow.

“Viscount Bridgerton… Viscountess.” Lady Sheffield addressed them with clear reluctance and distaste. Kate understood why – the last time they had seen Anthony he had practically dragged them out of Lady Danbury’s before dessert was served and Kate… well, Kate had committed the unforgivable crime of being her Appa’s daughter. And then she had actually married the English Lord that Edwina had had prior claim to.

Ironically Kate’s marriage meant that she did not have to beg the Sheffields for a thing any longer. Anthony was happy to pay for Edwina’s dowry if it meant that her and Kate were close once again. And, scandalously, Edwina seemed set on marrying a simple scholar named Mr. Bagwell. He didn’t have a penny or title to his name and Kate had been utterly charmed by him. Edwina was completely and utterly in love and it did Kate’s heart and conscience good to see.

“I am surprised to see you, Lord and Lady Sheffield.” Kate said. “It was my belief that you preferred your estate.”

“We were invited by the Queen to this ball. And it felt appropriate that we showed our faces again. Besides… we didn’t do anything wrong.” Lady Sheffield added spitefully.

“Every member of society receives an invitation.” Anthony mentioned with a voice devoid of warmth. “She probably doesn’t know you are here.”

Lady Sheffield looked affronted but Kate kept her expression pleasantly neutral. The Sheffields didn’t seem to know how to manage the opinion of the ton but Kate only cared for the Bridgerton reputation.

“We had heard you had gotten married.” Lord Sheffield said in a voice that plainly showed disbelief at the fact. “Rather a step down. I know Edwina no longer had a dowry but-”

“You could have offered me a stake in the kingdom and I wouldn’t have wanted it from you.” Anthony spat. Kate looked at him feeling taken aback but oddly moved by her husband’s tone. “Why would I want to be indebted to you in any way?”

“So I suppose it was you that encouraged this… ludicrous infatuation with this… teacher?” Lady Sheffield spluttered in outrage. Apparently being pleasant was an abandoned game now.

“Mr. Bagwell is a very nice man and very clever.” Kate insisted before adding in with smiling amusement. “Granted someone with a good grasp of logic is probably a little lost on you but you can’t have it all.”

Lady Sheffield spluttered with outrage that Kate now had the position to answer back with just as much caustic venom but Lord Sheffield cut in.

“It seems to be a family trait, my dear.” He said to his equally unpleasant wife. “Mary married a clerk of no fortune, Edwina seems to want to marry a man who prefers books to business and Lord Bridgerton married-”

“A beautiful woman” Anthony cut in, “who is kind and good and brilliant and better than I deserve. So I suggest you go find the Queen and try not to offend her before I chase you out of this ballroom before the next song starts!”

At that moment, the song did come to an end and Kate could see Fran being escorted back to herself and Anthony by Lord Stirling. Fran, though quiet, seemed to have noticed the unfriendly atmosphere and looked worriedly from Kate to her brother.

“Is anything amiss?” Lord Stirling asked gently.

“Nothing, My Lord.” Kate said shakily. “Thank you for returning Fran-”

“This song is over and the orchestra is readying itself for the next one.” Anthony said with his eyes still on the Sheffields who looked absolutely appalled. “And the threat still stands. I suggest you heed me and escape while you can.”

Lady Sheffield turned and stalked away first. Lord Sheffield followed closely behind while muttering about ‘jumped-up aristocrats’ and how ‘people should treat their betters’. Soon enough they had disappeared into the crowd.

“Kate, are you alright?” Fran asked eagerly. “Who were those people?”

“No-one. No-one of importance and never have been.” Kate said with an effort to tame the tremor in her voice.

“Umm,” Lord Stirling looked a little flushed, “may I escort you to the refreshment table, Miss Bridgerton?”

Fran looked to Anthony for permission which, for once, he gave easily. They left quickly to allow Kate and Anthony a moment alone.

“Would you like some air?” Anthony asked gently.

“I’m fine.” Kate looked at her husband and said gently. “I could have defended myself, you know.”

Anthony shrugged. “I know. But that doesn’t mean you have to anymore. We are a team – I will defend you and you will defend me. And some people are just too unpleasant for civility. Don’t ever forget that I adore you because I never will.”

Kate’s vision had gone blurry with tears before she inhaled deeply. “I think I will have that dance now.”

“Lead the way, Lady Bridgerton. Lead the way.”

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