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Benedict stared at a painting he had recently finished.
He did not know what to make of it. The colours had been mixed well; he had been pleased with the sketch underneath. His tutors had nodded, impressed.
But he still did not know what to make of it. Hence why he was still at the academy, late or early, depending on who you asked, staring at a painting of the countryside. A lush green field he recalled from his journeys home to Aubrey Hall growing up.
Turning around, he saw a maid. She was different; he had not seen her before. Perhaps she had only started working at the academy recently. Her brown skin glowed in the dim candlelight, and he could see curls poking out of her white cap.
"What do you think? Honestly?" She would not know who he was, had not been paid by anyone to compliment him. Her eyes widened, and she looked around, wondering who he was speaking to. She blinked owlishly when she realised he was asking her.
Timidly, she walked back into the room and looked at the painting closer. She looked at him before studying the painting silently.
"I think it's good. You really capture the life in the countryside," She said kindly and truthfully, "I believe you should have more faith in your abilities, sir." With a small kind smile, she left.
"Thank you...um, sorry, I didn't get your name," Benedict said, but when he turned around, she was gone.
He did not think he would see her again.
Finding out Anthony had paid to ensure he got a place at the academy was disheartening. He knew his brother had his heart in the right place, but it proved to Benedict that he was so mediocre.
He was collecting his things in his studio, ignoring the party going on elsewhere. He was not in the mood. He did not believe he belonged here.
Sitting on a stool, he sipped whiskey, lost in his thoughts, until he heard someone humming softly.
It was her again. She was holding a large basket full of discarded waste paper.
"Sorry, sir." She bowed her head, having not meant to disturb him. He was quite intoxicated, it seemed. Perhaps a nightcap.
"It is alright," Benedict replied, "Do what you need to. In fact, throw it all out. I am leaving."
"I am sorry to hear that. Are you travelling?" She asked.
"No... I do not believe that...I am worthy of a place here." Benedict told her. She didn't seem to judge him. Rather she tilted her head as if trying to understand why he thought that.
"My brother paid for my place here. I do not deserve my spot." He told her, an edge of bitterness in his tone.
"If I may, sir?" She asked, and he nodded, "Most of the students here have had their places insured by a donation. Does he believe you to be untalented?"
"He must have if he-"
"Did he say that?" She interrupted, making him shut his mouth and think.
Benedict sighed, "He did say that he wanted me to do as I wished."
"Then I believe you should. Do you truly wish to leave the academy?" She asked. He shook his head, and she gave him a small smile, "Then do not. Perhaps find something else to inspire your work." With that, she turned and left him.
"I never got your name!" He called after her, and she turned around with those big timid eyes.
"Sophie Beckett, sir."
"A pleasure to meet you, Sophie Beckett. Thank you. You have given me a lot to think about."
Benedict saw Sophie again two weeks later. She tidied one of the large teaching rooms, dusted the surfaces, and replaced the sheets on the tables to catch paint and charcoal stains. She did so with an elegance he had never really thought of when it came to maids.
Efficient, yes. He had always known the staff at Aubrey Hall to work efficiently and swiftly, making it appear as if rooms were cleaned by magic.
With Sophie, you could see the process of how she did things. An order, like following the steps in dance.
"Hello, Sophie Beckett." He greeted with a smile, "Surprised to see me still here?"
She wiped her hands down on her apron, "Pleased to see you here, sir."
Walking slowly towards her, "I took your advice and decided I would change my focus for a while."
"That is good, sir," Sophie replied with a smile.
"Can I sketch you?" He asked, and her eyes widened.
She read the name on his case - B. Bridgerton. She had heard of the Bridgertons. Who had not? She had read Whistledown and recalled how her stepmother envied the large and happy family. From what she had read, he was rather like many artists and poets. A bohemian rake, as it were.
"Mr Bridgerton, I really must be getting on," She excused, picking up the pile of new sheets to place over the workstations.
"I didn't tell you my name." He pointed out, and she froze, "Where did you learn how to read?"
"My mother was a lady's maid, and her employer allowed me to be schooled," She lied, but he nodded, taking her word.
"You are a good artist, Mr Bridgerton." Sophie said, "It is good that you have found inspiration. I am sure many will sit for your sketches." She smiled uneasily.
"If you were raised by a lady's maid, why aren't you a lady's maid? If I may?" He pondered. Surely being around artists all day and cleaning up after them was not what she wanted to do.
Sophie placed down another sheet, "I was, sir. My last job was with the Countess of Wessex, who sadly passed."
"Ah, yes." Benedict said, "That is a shame. Was she a good employer? Do you miss being a lady's maid?"
"Yes. She was kind." Sophie told him, "Lonely, I think. I suppose as she grew sicker, I was more there to talk to her."
"What would you talk about?" He picked up the last cloth, placing it over the table with a surprising flourish.
"Well, I would read her the paper, and we would discuss topics of the day. Sometimes books and art." She shrugged shyly, "Anything she felt like, really."
Benedict looked at her and smiled that crooked smile, "You are a very thoughtful person, Miss Beckett. Very thoughtful. I shall see you." With that, he bowed and left the room.
Sophie huffed a laugh to herself. He was a peculiar man.
Benedict knocked rhythmically against the doors to the study.
"Good morning, sister. Is my brother around?" Kate was sitting behind her new desk, reviewing paperwork for the new season.
"No, were you looking for him?" Kate asked, amused at how he poked his head in and looked around before stepping into the study.
"Well, no. I was looking for the new lady of the house," He mockingly bowed, making her smile, "I know you were looking for a lady's maid for Edwina, and I think I know someone. Sophie Beckett."
Kate narrowed her eyes, "Benedict, if you are trying to move one of your paramours into this house to be my sister's maid-"
"Not like that. I can separate work and play!" He said defensively, "No, she works at the academy. She was a lady's maid to Countess Wessex. She has a good knowledge of books and art. I thought Edwina could use someone of substance."
Kate tried not to smile. On one hand, Benedict could be as brotherly as he always was to his younger sisters and helpful towards her. On the other hand, he may have budding feelings for the young woman he spoke so highly of. He genuinely thought of her in a respectable manner, it seemed.
Kate finally nodded, "She sounds lovely. Tell her to come tomorrow, at two. I should like to interview her and then introduce her to Edwina."
Sophie found Bridgerton House an excellent contrast. It was light and happy. Even the chaos of young Miss Hyacinth chasing the Viscountess' dog, who did not listen to anyone, was rather nice.
"Now, you'll be maid to Miss Edwina, the Viscountess' youngest sister," Mrs Wilson explained to her after showing her around and giving her a new lilac dress and white apron, "She has three dresses that need collecting before she returns from Somerset tomorrow. Best to treat her gently."
"Of course, Mrs Wilson," Sophie agreed. She had read of Edwina in Whistledown, and whilst the pamphlet tended to paint a negative picture of her, she was sure it was not true based on how the Viscountess spoke of her younger sister.
When Sophie returned from the modiste, she bumped into Benedict, who steadied her, ensuring the boxes and dresses did not fall to the ground.
"Hello," Benedict greeted, and he took one of the boxes from her, "Let me help."
"You shouldn't-" Sophie said, but he was already walking toward the stairs girls' bedrooms. He smiled at the footmen who had just finished bringing in the last of Edwina's belongings from Lady Danbury's home as Sophie placed the boxes on the bed, ready to unpack them.
He placed the box down on the bed, turning to give her a small smile, "How are you? Are you settling in alright?"
"Yes. Yes, the Viscountess is very kind, and I am grateful for your endorsement, sir," Sophie said. She had mentioned Benedict recommended her. She had been worried that the Viscountess had presumed an inappropriate relationship, but she was kind and did nothing of the sort.
Benedict smiled, "I know how you can thank me."
Her face fell. Of course. How could she be so stupid? She had read of his rakish exploits.
"Let me sketch you. Please?"
Oh. She had not expected that. He still wished to sketch her?
Sophie's face warmed, "There are many fine ladies who would be glad to be sketched by you. "
"They all like to flatter. You do not. I want to study different faces and forms." Benedict told her, "Please think about it?"
He gave her a pleading look, and she smiled reluctantly, "Fine. I will. Now, please allow me to return to my tasks?"
"Yes, Miss Beckett." He bowed and smiled before leaving the room, and Sophie giggled and shook her head.
Meanwhile, Eloise was lurking around a corner, her head in a political volume, when she looked at her brother as he came to the top of the staircase with mischief in her eyes.
"Eloise, lurking is unbecoming." He always knew when his dearest sister was around.
"Brother, you have a type." She teased, marking her page.
"Do I?" She looped her arm in his, the two walking down the stairs.
"Women who are deemed inappropriate by the rest of society."
"Anthony married Kate," He pointed out, "Lady Mary and her husband."
"Kate is the acknowledged and embraced daughter of Lady Mary, whose father is an Earl. Sophie is a maid." Eloise pointed out the difference. A difference the Ton would very much draw too.
"So because she does not reside in Grosvenor Square, she does not deserve my affection?" He challenged, "I expected better of you, sis."
"Quite the opposite," She said gently, facing him once they reached the ground, "I hope you cause a gigantic scandal! It means Anthony will stop trying to marry me off." He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"Do you not have a dress fitting to get to?" He said instead, pointing to her waiting lady's maid, and she huffed at her brother.
Sophie met Edwina when she arrived at Bridgerton House, late and tired the second evening she had been working there. She unpacked all her clothes during the day but was instructed to leave her other belongings alone. Apparently, she was most particular about where her books and art went.
"I'm Sophie Beckett, your new lady's maid." She introduced, curtsying. Edwina gave her a small smile from where she sat at her dressing table, two candles still keeping the room lit.
"Sophie. A very pretty name." She said, "It's very nice to meet you. I am sorry, I already changed." She had removed her clothes and put on her nightgown.
"It is fine, Miss."
"I have decided to leave most of my unpacking for tomorrow. Could you help me with my hair? Kate will scold me if I take too long to detangle it before she comes to oil it, and I..." She was cut off by a yawn she let out. She was exhausted by her journey.
Sophie smiled at her and instantly began removing pins, "You have beautiful hair, Miss." She complimented truthfully.
Edwina met her eyes, "Do you truly mean that?" There was a yearning in her eyes. A need for honesty.
"I do." She replied, and the young woman gave her a small, shy smile.
Afterwards, they turned to the door when Kate knocked, holding a small bowl of fragrant oil, "Hello, Sophie. I'll take care of my sister from here." She bowed and left them to it.
"Thank you for your help Sophie," Edwina smiled at her.
She watched as they giggled before Kate dipped her fingers in the oil, "I must tell you what poor auntie Isabella tried to do..." Edwina chatted happily with her big sister, and Sophie felt a tug at her heart.
Benedict was spending more time with his sisters. Not unusual - Eloise was his favourite sibling, he adored Fran, Hyacinth loved him reading to her and was helping Edwina settle in, given she was still hesitant to be around Anthony.
But he was always around when he believed Sophie would be there too.
"Hello, Benedict," Edwina smiled, "May I help you?"
"Ah, no. I was merely looking for your lady's maid." He admitted.
"Sophie had to run an errand for me. I ordered a few books." Edwina explained, shrugged.
"Can you fit any more books in here?" He teased. She had seemed to be ordering many books, perhaps to distract herself.
Edwina narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "What do you want with Sophie?"
"I just wanted to see how she was settling in. That's all." Benedict shrugged, attempting to be nonchalant. But she did not buy it. Benedict had a soft spot for his younger sisters, who were all terribly observant.
"Ah, how kind of you," Edwina said, with a glint in her eye.
As he believed, little sisters were there to observe and tease. That didn't mean he did not notice things in return.
"Why does Edwina need so many books? Not that it is bad," Benedict asked Sophie when she was sitting and repairing a few gloves. She shook her head.
"She likes books, sir," Sophie said, "So she asked me to fetch her orders. Especially with all those suitors milling about."
He narrowed his eyes, "You are hiding something. And you can call me Benedict."
She stopped, "I promised Edwina I would keep her confidence, and that is what I will do, sir." She called him sir to keep that distance that seemed to be closing all the time between them. Quite literally, given Benedict had decided to sit in the chair right next to her, laying out the gloves after she was finished.
"Is it a fun secret?" He grinned.
Sophie did not answer him, biting her lip to hide a smile, "Aren't all secrets?"
"Do you have fun secrets, Sophie?" He asked in a low voice, a small smile on his face.
"No." She replied, returning to her task at hand.
"Can I sketch you?"
"No."
"Can you call me Benedict, please?"
"Fine."
It was the first time he had seen her with her hair down, her curls long and in her face that he really wanted to sketch her.
She was in the garden with Hyacinth, cutting flowers.
"Ben, look! We picked some flowers for Kate because she's sad Anthony will not let her go riding. Do you think she will like them?" His cheerful youngest sister asked, holding up the basket.
He inspected them with a keen eye. Purple and white lilies, all in full bloom, "I think she will like them very much!" Hyacinth grinned at that and turned to Sophie.
"Thank you, Sophie! I shall find a pretty ribbon to tie them together," She skipped inside, so very pleased with herself.
Benedict watched Sophie as she delicately created another arrangement, most likely for Edwina's bedroom, of roses in another basket.
"You have sad eyes." Benedict said quietly, but she heard him, "Beautiful, but so very sad."
"Would you like me to smile more, sir?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the roses.
"You do not need to smile to be beautiful," Benedict replied. She looked up at him, alarmed.
"Ouch!" She accidentally hit a thorn, distracted by him. She stood, shaking her hand and hissing.
"Let me see." Benedict took her hand, gently inspecting the small wound. Just a small cut on her pointer finger. He took his handkerchief out and began wrapping it around.
"Thank you, Benedict." She said quietly when he had insured it was secure.
Benedict shook his head, "Not at all." They stared at one another, his hand still holding hers.
"Are my eyes still sad?" She asked quietly.
"Complex, rather." He said, "I can't seem to get your eyes."
"You have sketched me?" She was rather startled.
He shrugged sheepishly, "Only from memory." He reached into his bag and pulled out one of his smaller sketchbooks. He flipped to a page where she saw a rough sketch of herself. The next was of her in Bridgerton House, "I have never gotten close enough to see your eyes, so I hoped you would sit for me."
She looked up at him. He always looked at her with the most earnest expression as if he wished for her approval. He had it.
"You have seen my eyes today, yes?" She smiled gently and picked up her basket of roses, walking past him.
Benedict smiled. He certainly had and would never forget them.
She wondered if he would sketch her as she was today.
Her thought was answered when she arrived in her room that evening to find a single pink rose and a small sketch of her, kneeling in the garden, hair on her face, but the smile was there.
She sighed, holding it close as she lay down. What to do about Benedict Bridgerton?
Kissing her as she lay out Edwina's dresses for her to pick to pack for Aubery Hall was not his best idea.
But not his worst idea either.
He kissed her and she ran.
The sound of Edwina calling his name did not even startle him but it did her. She looked at Edwina, who was more annoyed with Benedict than anything, given she had been looking for him everywhere.
"I, um, need to go." Sophie left the room, and the two looked after her, concerned.
She managed to avoid him until they went to Aubrey Hall. Edwina was in the library, so she took some time to go for a walk.
"Sophie..." She jumped, turning to see Benedict resting against a tree, sketchbook in hand as always.
"Mr Bridgerton." He frowned when she called him that and stood.
"Sophie, I did not mean to take such liberties... I care too deeply for you. Edwina did not say anything to Kate, but I understand if you never wish to speak to me. I just, I wanted to see you," Benedict said
Sophie played with her hands, "It wasn't the kiss. I... I liked it."
"I do not wish to use you and throw you away." He told her
She wondered if her mother had heard the same thing.
"Sophie... I do not wish to-" She stopped him, shaking her head. He looked at her, waiting for what she would say.
"I will not be a... mistress." She told him, "To be used and to bear children who will have to grow up with the shame of being illegitimate. You'll have a beautiful wife, a proper wife and beautiful legitimate children. This will pass."
"It will not." Benedict protested, "Sophie...I-"
"Do not say it." She snapped, her eyes warning. Then she whispered, pleading: "Do not. Please."
Benedict stopped her, "I don't want you to be my mistress, Sophie. I wish to court you." Her tone made him wonder if she was the result of an affair, scared to get involved with a man who could easily abandon her.
"May we meet? During the ball?" He asked, "I just wish to spend time with you. I always wish to spend time with you."
He meant it. She thought of all the times she would be doing her tasks - he would be there to hold extra boxes and bags. He would sit with her when she was repairing gloves and hems. Carry the extra books she would have for Edwina.
"I do not have a gown. But perhaps you shall meet a good woman there." Sophie said, turning away from him.
"Everything is just..." Sophie was speechless, overwhelmed by the spectacle of the ball. She felt Edwina squeeze her hand, and the two smiled at one another, "Thank you."
She supposed she did not like how easily Edwina convinced her. The young woman was logical and with Francesca and Eloise's help, she was unrecognisable in her silver gown and mask.
"My sister is truly a genius." Edwina smiled. Her grin widened, seeing Benedict approaching them, and she turned Sophie around.
"Hello," Benedict greeted, transfixed. Her silver gown glittered in the ballroom.
"Hello," Sophie replied, trying to be more confident than she was. She stood taller and met his eyes.
He led her to the dancefloor, and she followed, allowing him to draw her close to begin a waltz.
"I am glad you came," He whispered in her ear.
"Your sisters are rather convincing," She said in return, and he smiled.
"You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful." He said, "But you truly look beautiful."
Sophie smiled as he twirled her around, "Thank you."
They stood out on the balcony, needing air. But they were just able to be.
Be there in the moment, neither worried about who would see them.
"I wish we could do this all the time." Benedict whispered, "Do you not see, Sophie? How much I admire you?"
Leaning against the stone railing, she cast her eyes down, but he lifted her chin, "I do not know this pain that scares you from me, but I would gladly take it away if it meant you would tell me you feel for me too. That you wish to be with me,"
"You cannot." Sophie whispered, "It is far more complex and I... I have deceived you." She turned away from him, holding onto the balcony and Benedict looked at her confused.
"Sophie, how have you deceived me?"
"My name is Sophia Maria Gunningworth. I took my mother's name when I left Penwood Manor." She admitted, a small sob leaving her mouth.
"What..." Benedict whispered in disbelief then his eyes widened in realization.
"You are Richard Gunningworth's daughter." He whispered. There were always rumours that the clean-cut Earl would have had a bastard stashed away somewhere. A joke amongst some of the men of the ton. No man had a skeleton-free closet, no matter how good he was.
"Why are you a maid?" He asked. If she had his name, then that meant he had acknowledged her as his child.
"After my father died, my stepmother wanted me gone and frankly, I was happy to leave." Turning to him, she explained, "I was raised as my stepsister's equal, and she disliked that. You see, they could not have children naturally, but the one affair my father had resulted in me. I suppose it hurt her pride to see how much he favoured his natural daughter whose mother was a maid."
Benedict took her hand, "Did she hurt you?"
"No, nothing like that." She assured him, "I just... I had spent my life in her service, and whilst not ideal, I found I preferred helping people. So, one of the maids helped me prepare to leave, and I went into the Countess of Wessex's service."
"So there. I have deceived you this entire time. That is why I cannot admit anything to you, because you may not believe me." Sophie said. She curtsied, trying to ignore the shock on his face and made her way inside the ball, finding the hidden door to the servants quarters with ease.
Benedict chased her. But it had seemed she had disappeared from his grasp. Amidst the masks, costumes and crowd, he could not find her. Where had she gone?
"A woman in a silver mask and dress is hardly a easy description, Benedict!" Matthew had protested, looking around the ballroom, "I should rather find your sister in law, so she can check on her sister and relive her maid-'
"Edwina's maid was with her?" Benedict asked of him and the man looked at him, puzzled.
"Yes." He said slowly, "I told you; I did not take her upstairs myself. Her lady's maid - Sophie, I believe - is taking care of her."
Benedict clapped his shoulder in thanks but the academic was rather puzzled when he ran out again.
Going back up to the bedrooms, he knocked on Edwina's bedroom door.
"Sophie?"
She came to the door, "Edwina is half-dressed." She hissed.
"Oh." She closed the door and he waited. When she was done, he was still there.
"Ben-"
"Do you love me?"
Sophie just looked at him, "Benedict, I have lied-"
"Yet you have not answered my question. Sophie Gunningworth, do you love me?" He demanded.
"Sophie, I did mean it when I said I wished to court you." Benedict said.
"Your brother-" Anthony would oppose a bastard, even if she was an earl's daughter.
"Does not matter. I am a second son. I cannot offer you a grand lifestyle, but I do love you. You lied about your origins but I understand why. You believed that I simply meant to make you my mistress when all I wish to do is be with you. I want a life with you."
"Oh, Benedict." Sophie said with a teary smile, "I love you. I do not care that you are a second son. I love you because you were always so kind and see the world wonderfully."
"So marry me." He asked again, "Let us leave tonight, whilst everyone is distracted.
"You are not thinking straight-" Sophie weakly protested but her heart thumped at the thought of a life with him. Her mind filled with images of the two of them at piece and smiling children.
"Say yes and we'll go." Benedict said instead.
She packed her things - not that there was much to pack and left Edwina a note, not wanting her to worry.
She said yes.
In Gretna Green, the air was colder as they were in Scotland. But there was a warmth between the young couple that offset all that. The excitement of what they had done. The yearning.
Sophie wore a plain blue dress that she had bought two years ago, she could recall. One of the few personal things she owned. She liked the simplicity of it - a plain blue dress. Not too deep or too bright.
"We do not have to do anything." Benedict said when they had returned to their rooms in the inn, "Not if you do not wish to."
But she kissed him this time and he could not help but take her to bed.
"I have a cottage. My father left it to me." He whispered in the afterglow. She lay her head on his chest, relaxed , "We could go there."
"What would you paint?" Sophie whispered.
"The country. You, if you'll let me." He said into her hair, making her laugh gently, "Can a man not ask that of his wife? To paint her beauty and preserve it forever?"
She still was surprised that this was real. She was his wife, and he was her husband. They even had small silver rings to prove so.
"I will go and get us breakfast," She said, but his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her back to bed.
"You shall not lift a finger!" He said, pinning her to the mattress, making her giggle as he pressed kisses down her neck before kissing her lovingly.
They returned to Bridgerton House, where an argument was brewing. Benedict assumed it was about him.
"I feel like a horse at the Royal Races. Except I would prefer to be taken out and shot most days. It would be a kindness." Edwina yelled loudly, "That is how I feel!"
"Well, hello." They all turned to see Benedict standing in the doorway, Sophie close behind him. It was clear; they also heard the argument, "What did we miss?"
Sophie avoided everyone's gaze, and Benedict stood protectively in front of her.
"Where have you been?" Violet asked, but looking between them; she had a clear idea. Benedict was so very much like his father.
"Sophie, may you leave us?" Kate asked kindly, "We are having a family discussion."
"Mrs Bridgerton is staying where she is," Benedict told her, and everyone looked at them. He was sure it was the first time he had surprised Lady Danbury, and Eloise looked as if she wished to laugh aloud.
"You are married?!" Violet was surprised, her eyes wide. She knew her son fancied the lady's maid, but to elope? She did not even let her plan a small event.
Edwina took the time to escape the drawing room, running upstairs, ignoring her mother and Kate's protests.
"Why don't I go check on Miss Edwina?" Sophie suggested. It was clear they wished to speak privately and ask him why he had married the lady's maid.
"That's a good idea, Sophie." Kate gave her a kind smile and nodded before leaving the room.
"Ben, you are leaving?" Eloise asked when she saw him near the study.
"El, I think I have to." He saw her eyes dim slightly. Something he hated. He and Eloise had always been constant. Even when he was at Eton and Oxford, he was always sure to write to her, send her his questions for her to write herself. For all her bravado and intelligence, she was so young.
"Please don't." Eloise asked, "I like Sophie! Surely, everyone else should because, well, you love her. Marriage is hardly something one can undo!"
Benedict smiled at her before kissing her on the forehead, "Thank you." He looked behind her to see Anthony walking toward them before indicating his study's direction.
They waited for Kate to join them before Anthony started on his brother, his jaw clenched.
"Why did you not tell me?" Anthony asked, "You are married? Without telling me?"
"Because you'd tell me not to," He said as if it were obvious.
"I would tell you not to think with your-" Anthony began.
"This is not lust, brother. I love her. I love her more than anything." Benedict interrupted sharply, "Do not insult me. Do you truly think I would merely marry on a whim?"
Anthony sighed, "Of course, I do not. It is just... you have many choices. So many young ladies who wished to court you. You know your duty,"
Benedict scoffed, "I hoped you falling in love with Kate would cause you to pause and look around you."
"That is different,"
"Not particularly." Kate murmured, and her husband looked at her, "He correct, it is not! I could have easily been a governess."
"I know the duty you took on when Father died. I suppose as a mere second son; I will never truly understand but being your brother has never been easy. You seem to assume we all just swan about the place, happily enjoying life. We feel his loss just as much as you do, if not more because we had a brother who tried to be our father and not a big brother."
Anthony looked ashamed before his usual defiant look set in, "You never told me. But that did not mean that you had to do something to ruin your sister's chances,"
"You looked after the estate, but you were never alone in caring for this family. I did not shirk my responsibilities as a brother. It is why I actually know what is happening in this house!" Benedict argued in return, leaning forward over the desk.
"You do?" Anthony asked sharply.
"Eloise will not want to marry. She never will." Benedict told him, "It is not a childish inflexion. She will not grow out of it. Force her to marry a man, and she will hate you forever. Francesca loves John more than life itself, and he loves her in return the same way, but she will not want to stay here in London after she is married. Edwina... Edwina is in love with someone who she believes does not return her affection. " He will not be accused of being an absent brother. Not when he cared for his sisters more than anything.
Kate's face fell, "Edwina..."
"The two of you are a shining example to all of us that we can still have our duty and fall in love, regardless of the opinions of the Ton." Benedict said gently, "I know you may feel I have married beneath my station, but I have married my true equal. Someone I love more than life, and I came home hoping you would merely give me your blessing and well wishes."
Anthony recalled the partial poem he had been given to recite at Lady Danbury's soiree. The truth in those words and how he viewed love. To look at a woman and to feel inspired.
He held out his hand, and Benedict was hesitant before seeing the shift from anger to acceptance clear in Anthony's eyes persuaded him.
"Congratulations. I am glad that you have found happiness and love." He admitted, smiling, "But do warn me next time you wish to elope!"
"There will not be a next time," The two hugged tightly, and Kate kissed Benedict on the cheek.
"I still cannot believe Gunningworth had a bastard," Kate and Benedict looked at him scoldingly. "Another child, my apologies. She is my sister now."
Benedict left the office, seeing Sophie hesitantly waiting for him. He took her hands and kissed them before leading her to the study.
There, Kate and Anthony were waiting. Kate had a genuine smile on her face, whilst Anthony was neutral.
"Welcome, Sophie," Anthony gave her a small smile and held out his hand, which she took with a nervous look to her husband.
Another Bridgerton in her sitting room. Why was Queen Charlotte not surprised that her season would not go any other way? Her Diamond was in a scandal, and the second Bridgerton married a lady's maid who was a bastard.
Even her dear puppies running around could not break her stare towards Sophie and Benedict Bridgerton. Edwina silently sipped her tea, and Violet and Anthony waited for her to speak.
"You are Earl Gunningworth's daughter?" Charlotte asked. The Queen was surprised. It seemed truly no one suspected him of having another child. She looked to her trusty right-hand man, Brimsely , who was just as surprised.
Sophie nodded timidly, "Yes, your majesty." She felt so out of place here. Violet had put her in a light blue afternoon dress and matching gloves, and whilst they all fit her perfectly, she felt as if she
Charlotte hummed in interest, "So why are you a... lady's maid?"
"My step-mother disowned me after my father died." Sophie explained, trying not to fiddle. Benedict's hand gently rested atop hers and he gave her a reassuring smile, "I was relegated to service and so, I left as soon as possible. A maid who had known my mother helped me with getting another job."
She looked at Brimsley, who was already leaving to make enquires.
Charlotte hummed again in thought, "You were lady's maid to Miss Edwina. Miss Edwina, were you aware of this?" She turned her eyes to the young woman who swallowed her beverage before speaking.
"I was. And I am pleased to see them so happy. I knew of the elopement, Your Majesty and kept it secret. I merely wished for them to be happy." Edwina explained, smiling at them.
Charlotte looked at the young woman, "Miss Edwina, as admirable as I find your want for those around you to be in love, I would rather you try to be selfish for once." The young woman bit her lip.
"Well, off you go. I thank the Lord your sister who debuted has not caused me a headache. Viscount, I mean it when I tell you I wish no longer to see your family outside of happy occasions." Charlotte ordered and there was collective relief.
"Miss Edwina, stay a while longer." She asked of the young woman, who nodded.
Kate decided to help Sophie ready herself for the ball. Her first ball is Benedict's wife. Mrs Sophie Bridgerton.
"The blue silks," Kate said decidedly, looking at her in the mirror.
"Thank you, my lady," Sophie said quietly. She knew the other servants were wary about serving someone who used to be one of them. She hated being waited on, stuck between wanting the maids to feel useful and doing everything herself as she was used to.
"Call me Kate. We are sisters now." She smiled, pulling back her curls to style her hair, "I rather suspected Benedict had a little something for you. I am glad that it is love and not a man taking advantage. I would not have it,"
"Thank you my- Kate," She quickly corrected herself.
Edwina came in shyly, "Sophie? I have a present for you." She was in her nightgown as opposed to an evening dress. From behind her back, she produced a small hair decoration. It was a hair comb, decorated with the most delicate of blue flowers and diamonds.
"Edwina-" Sophie gasped, "I cannot."
"Yes, you can. You did not get your something borrowed and blue. This hairpiece will suit you." She helped fix it into the bun Kate had styled. It suited her perfectly, "There."
"Are you sure you do not want to come tonight, Ed?" Kate checked.
"I am tired, akka. Let me go to sleep early." Edwina said, kissing her on the cheek and then kissing Sophie, "Good luck tonight. Do not worry. They will all be talking of me, anyway."
Sophie looked after her worriedly, "Kate...I..."
The Viscountess held up a hand. "I know. Edwina admitted it all. I told her I snooped, so... things are rather tense."
"I apologise for not keeping a better eye on her. I warned her of Mr Bagwell that she should not write to him as often-" Sophie rambled.
"Mr Bagwell? Matthew Bagwell?" Kate asked, her eyes comically wide. She held her stomach to ground herself.
"Yes, I thought she..." Sophie shook her head, "Sorry,"
Kate laughed, "She told me she kissed a man. She did not say who," She sighed, realising who Benedict was talking about.
"I do not have the relationship with my sisters that you do," Sophie said, "But I think there are some things we keep inside of ourselves because we don't quite have the words. We both know Edwina hates upsetting everyone."
Kate squeezed her hand and smiled, "Sophie, you are a wise woman. My mama said the same thing; to give her time. But I was always impatient."
"As was I," Sophie admitted with a smile.
Violet knocked on the door and Sophie kept her head bowed to the Dowager Viscountess. She was kind yet Sophie felt intimidated. She had run away with her son and married him, after all.
"I thought you should like to choose a ring from the family collection," Violet said, holding up a large box.
"How wonderful!" Kate smiled, "I shall go ensure Eloise is ready." She gave Sophie another smile before leaving and the room.
Sophie looked at her anxiously, "I do love Benedict, my lady."
"I hope so." Violet said gently and smiled, "Because he certainly loves you. He has the same look in his eyes as his father did."
"He admires the late Viscount a lot," Sophie agreed.
Violet nodded and picked a ring out of the box. It was simple, yet elegant. A three stoned ring, three diamonds that glittered in the light, "This shall suit you?"
Sophie nodded in agreement, taking it gently from her. She was unsure if she should put it on now but Violet helped her.
"Sophie, you are a part of this family now. Through means I do not like, but I protect my children," Violet told her sternly, "And you are my daughter now. Do direct any critics directly to me, do you understand?"
Sophie nodded mutely and the dowager kissed her on the cheek, before taking her arm, "Now, let us shock the Ton once again!" She said.
Walking into the ballroom was nerve-wracking experience. Even holding onto Benedict, she felt as if she could fall over.
No doubt this would be in Whistledown tomorrow and like that, she supposed she would be a member of the Ton to be mentioned by name in the pamphlet.
"Eyes on me," Benedict instructed in a whisper. She looked at him and smiled. He led her to the dance floor and she took a deep breath, clutching his hand as the waltz began.
They seemed to be the only ones on the floor, not that they cared. They were the only two people dancing.
Kate and Anthony, Daphne and Simon joined the waltz, prompting others to join. So did the Bagwells, to her surprise. To dismiss a Viscount, Earl and Duke's endorsement of the couple was not a bright idea. But Benedict and Sophie kept their eyes on one another.
"Do they not look charming?" Lady Danbury asked the Queen purposefully.
"They do indeed, Lady Danbury. A beautiful love match indeed." She agreed, the two ladies smiling conspiringly. The other members looked nervously at one another before dancing.
"Mr Bridgerton. Mrs Bridgerton." Portia greeted the couple but there was no warmth in her tone, "Congratulations. Though I still hope our families would be linked, yet you seduced the next eligible son."
"Your daughters are lovely and I am sure they shall find wonderful matches, Lady Featherington," Sophie replied with a polite smile, "Penelope's grace and wit shall certainly ensue a proposal."
Penelope looked at her, surprised. Whilst they had interacted only once, meeting at a market stall, for Sophie to speak up for her when everyone else was judging her so harshly.
"Thank you, Mrs Bridgerton." She beamed. She looked at Colin, who grinned happily and Portia did not know how to respond. She had suspected
"You do not have to be nice to her," Benedict murmured, "Portia Featherington could cause a nun to curse."
Sophie smiled, "I prefer to treat others as I would like to be treated. Perhaps I may inspire you in that manner?"
Benedict grinned coquettishly, "Oh, my darling you inspire me in so many ways. Though, we may need to leave for the country so that I may properly demonstrate."
"We are to leave for the country?" She grinned.
Benedict smiled, "I do not want all of this. Why should I when I have you?"
Dearest Readers,
The surprise marriage of Benedict Bridgerton to Sophie Beckett (now Bridgerton) has sent shockwaves throughout the Ton.
Another twist in the tale is that she is actually the acknowledged natural daughter of the late Earl Gunningworth! A surprise to all those who knew the Earl, but perhaps it is a sign of love, to protect his daughter from such a harsh town.
I should know - I am the harshest critic here. Perhaps that is why they reside in the country.
Her Majesty graciously gave her approval, which causes even myself to acknowledge they are a love match. Rather unconventional, but inspiring to others who seek love in unusual places.