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London 1815

Dearest gentle reader,

Alas! Another season has brought upon London. The ton has returned after a grueling journey from their own respective country estates.

This author can only watch in the shadows as the ambitious and persistent mamas of the society once again exhibit their debutantes in hope of a match for a husband this season.

What better way would it be, than to welcome and see who the diamond of the first water will be tomorrow at the presentation party? Should there be one to satisfy her Majesty the Queen's eyes that is.

This author had also heard that a certain Featherington lady had come back with an inheritance enough to console her from last year's scandal.

Now dearest readers, should we wonder, with a big dowry at hand, would this young feather be part of the fantasies from the ton's most eligible bachelors?

That we will see.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

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Back at their Mayfair estate, the Featherington family have slowly descended from their carriage inhaling the most familiar London wind. The widowed Baroness, Portia Featherington could not be more frantic to prepare for the upcoming festivities, now that there are still two unwed daughters under her wings.

Their housekeeper Mrs. Varley welcomed the red-haired ladies as they take upon the steps of their home. The old maid bowed and greeted each to Portia, followed by Prudence. Philippa missing on the scene as she had already been wed to Albion Finch last season.

However, the loyal maid has come to silence when the youngest miss showed upon herself. Penelope was still the same shy, plump third daughter, but something about her has mysteriously changed. Varley noticed that the kindest lady on the house have embraced a light lilac dress opposite to the bright yellow her mother often enforces her to wear. Penelope's ginger hair had been laid down reaching almost up to her waist, leaving her curls straightened out to waves. Ever since young, Varley knew that Penelope Featherington is the nicest and most sensible among those she serves on the house, but never has she realized in her life-long service that the youngest miss had this beauty hidden until now.

Exhausted from the journey and the unending yapping of her mama during their travel, Penelope entered their home without noticing the dumb-founded look on their housekeeper's face.

"Was that Penelope?" Violet Bridgerton asks as she noticed the young lady entered the mansion across. Just like the Featheringtons, all of the Bridgertons have come back in their Number five estate in Mayfair to welcome this year's social season.

"Hmm.. I think so mother. Unless both our eyes have contracted a weird disease during this travel to make us see otherwise." Benedict responded as he took a glance on their long-time neighbors' steps.

Eloise, the second daughter of the family, tried as hard not to take notice of what her mother and brother have been staring at. Penelope was her dearest and closest friend, however, after her own discovery of her friend's secret identity, they were no longer on speaking terms. Though curious as to what made Penelope gain such reaction from her family, Eloise turned around to come inside their home and not gave herself a chance to join in on the conversation. She figured, whatever there is to the red-haired girl, she will see it on the upcoming balls. Only if Eloise herself, will come in attendance.

The next morning, a loud knock on her door woke up Penelope from her sleep. They just arrived in London yesterday from their country trip where she, her sister and mother stayed at her distant Aunt's estate in Cornwall. Her Aunt Virginia may not have been titled, but having plenty of estates under her name, no children, and a widow as that, they were able to extravagantly spend the off-season comfortably. Especially that Aunt Virginia Dowding had bequeathed all her assets onto Penelope, being enchanted by the latter's wits, poise and perfection, treating the young lady as her own.

The Featheringtons' stay at Cornwall had made Penelope recover a bit of her self-esteem and love for herself. Spending time with their distant Aunt made her realize what is there to look forward to and somehow helped her be equipped to face the ton again after the unfortunate events that took place on her mama's ball last season. Now that she has become publicly wealthy without the use of her Whistledown money, their family was able to support their estate again and should not have any trouble easing in back to the society. If no other scandal would transpire on them, that is.

Varley opened the doors and the maids alongside her went straight to open the window on Penelope's room. The morning rays shone across the room making it brighter, thus, forcing the young miss to get up from her bed.

"Good morning, miss. Your mother had instructed for us to prepare you. A visit with the modiste she said." Mrs. Varley said.

"I'm not even coming to the ball tonight.." Penelope is rarely to be grumpy during the morning. But the idea of seeing the judging and menacing eyes of the ton just as they arrived back in town makes her feel tired even when coming from a good long sleep. Especially more, that her partner of a wallflower does not speak with her now.

"Must I come? Would you remind her that she gave permission for me to miss the Cowper's ball?" Penelope's pleading sweet voice could not stop the workings of their maids as they help her get dressed and fix her red-ginger hair.

After a good ten minutes of working on her, the maids were able to finish preparing Penelope for a visit around town. She took the steps down from the staircase leading to the dining hall where her mother Portia and her eldest sister Prudence had already started their morning meal.

"Ah, look at our Penelope. Finally ready. Come now. We must not be late to our appointment with Madame Delacroix." Ever since Penelope became the heiress of their distant relative, Portia has become less stern with her. She even let her youngest daughter select her dresses from now on, a freedom Penelope had long hoped for. How could this mama not? With Penelope Featherington's inheritance, they were able to substantially sustain all of their estate's expenses without having to worry in the future years. Little did Lady Featherington know, that all along, even without the inheritance, her timid and wisest daughter had already been truly wealthy, pocketing the ton's pennies using Lady Whistledown's social gossip.

"Mama, didn't you give your word that I will not be forced to attend tonight's ball?" Penelope questioned her mother as she takes a seat on the dining.

"That I said is true. Only Prudence will I chaperone tonight at the Cowpers."

"Then why must I go along to the modiste today?"

Portia gave her daughter a questioning look. These last months she saw how Penelope evolved in front of her eyes. With few encouraging talks from their Aunt Virginia, Penelope had slowly developed a bit of confidence on herself. She was able to speak her mind and stand by her decision, sometimes irritating the widowed Baroness, exactly just as now. But alas! Before coming back to London, Penelope had told Portia herself that she will change this season and finally have thoughts of getting a husband!

"The Cowper's ball is not the only ball to attend this week, Penelope. That aside, how can you get a suitor if there are no new dresses to showcase your looks."

Normally on these kinds of situations, Prudence will burst out laughing whenever their mother comments on the size and looks of her youngest sister. Now as a new season starts, the eldest Featherington daughter can only envy in silence as she sees how Penelope blossoms beautifully. Adorning herself with pastel-colored dresses and a change from curls to waves of their ginger-colored hair. It was hurtful for Prudence's pride to admit that Penelope has become a beauty more than her.

It took about fifteen minutes for the Featherington family's carriage to arrive at the doorstep of Madam Delacroix' boutique. They were welcomed and greeted on the door by the Madame herself.

"Now now, I want to see all the brightest yellows and pinks you have." Portia proudly says as she takes a seat on one of the sofas, picking up a cup of tea Genevieve Delacroix had served for them. Prudence started to look around and tried to feel the different fabrics showing around the boutique. As for Penelope, Genevieve could not help a smile upon seeing the change on the young lady's appearance. The latter's natural beauty is being brought upon by her pastel green dress matched with an emerald set of jewelry. Despite being one of her supporters, Madame Delacroix even before could not easily influence the change on Penelope's wardrobe, as her mother, Portia Featherington's, say on the matter is firm and absolute. A say that makes it difficult for her daughters to excel in the marriage mart.

"Are you not going to choose?" Prudence asks her sister as Penelope seems not to join her and their mother in picking from the yellow and pink fabrics presented to them.

"I.. I'm thinking of a different palette.."

"Ugh." Prudence feels sick for being the only one gorged with the distasteful colors.

Penelope was trying to hide her relief as she answers her oldest sister who just gives out a grunt.

"Very well. Just choose a happy color, my dear. Suitors do not want a gloomy wife." Portia said. Madame Delacroix involuntarily coughed hearing the widowed Baroness' words.

After their measurements were taken, Portia and Prudence left the boutique as they were planning to visit other shops while on the town, leaving Penelope and a maid on the hands of Genevieve.

"I'll try to not to take much of your time Ms. Featherington, so you can go along with your mother and sister." Genevieve says.

"Not need to do that Gen.. I'd rather stay here and shop alone." Penelope smiled. Over the last season she and Genevieve Delacroix had somehow gotten close which started from her being the real Lady Whistledown. The modiste have been instrumental in helping her ensure the safety of her identity.

"But you are not alone?"

"Ah." Penelope was reminded and thought of what the famed dressmaker meant. She turned around and quickly looked back to face the modiste upon confirming that one of their family maids are still inside the boutique to guard her.

"Well.. an unmarried lady should not be left without a chaperone." Penelope wryly smiled. The youngest Featherington thought that she could speak with Genevieve about matters on the printing shop, but shove off the idea upon realizing that there are still eyes and ears that might report back to her mother.

"Hmm. Must I believe that good things happen upon your stay out of London Miss Featherington?"

Penelope just gave a confused look on the modiste. Genevieve then mentioned about the green dress she's wearing now. A unique color from all of the Featheringtons' wardrobe combined.

"Ah yes. I have told my mama that I will strongly give an effort to find a husband this season. Given, she lets me pick my dresses from now on."

Madame Delacroix genuinely smiled at the intelligent young lady. Even as a wallflower, Penelope had brought enough entertainment at the society with her gossips being the anonymous writer, Lady Whistledown. Now that the youngest Featherington will be actively joining the marriage mart, things at the high society will only become more interesting.

"Is that so? But didn't Lady Featherington mentioned that only she and your elder sister were to be at the ball tonight?" Genevieve inquired about tonight's party at the Cowpers' estate. It is one of the most anticipated ball every season as it sparks the official start of the nightly parties of the aristocrats. It is also being held the night where new debutantes are being presented to the Queen by the day and the diamond of the first water is announced to the ton. Surely, it is a ball not to miss especially for those persistent mamas trying to marry off their children.

"That said is true. I-I.. I still feel the toll of the long journey from the country. But I gave my word to mama that I'll be attending all succeeding invitations." Penelope answered.

Though it still pains her to relieve the memory of her encounters at her mama's ball last year, Penelope Featherington is determined to change her image in the society. She wanted to move on from her lingering feelings for her childhood crush Colin Bridgerton, all of the unwanted dismissive comments from rest of the ton, and to prove herself that she is something more. All can be done by having a marriage their family can be proud of.

Seeing the unwavering fire on her benefactor's eyes, Genevieve then helped the youngest Featherington choose designs for her dresses. She took out a dress in a baby blue color with silver linings and white laced ruffles on the end of its puffed sleeves. The madame had Penelope wear it together with all of its ensemble; the thin silky gloves, the silver narrow belt that wraps her high waist augmenting the beauty of the young lady's bosom. Its neckline is just enough low to the proper rules of etiquette and the skirts flow on the hips is a bit narrow letting Penelope's curves shine through.

"Ah! Truly a perfect fit! Just a little adjustment on the hem's length but that I can do within the day." The famed modiste proudly says as she takes the final measurements for the young lady. This dress has been kept on the shop's inventory as Genevieve is reserving the design for Penelope. She knew that there will come a time that the young lady will choose a dress to her liking and now that time has finally arrived. She can now freely help Penelope be more confident with the dresses she will make which would be all fitting and complimenting the young lady's hidden beauty.

"You look so beautiful, Miss Featherington." Genevieve Delacroix smiled at Penelope who is still with a shock on her face, not believing how different she looks at the mirror.

Receiving no response from Penelope, Delacroix inquired if the dress is not to her liking.

"Does it not suit your taste my lady?"

It was then Penelope Featherington came back to her senses. She could not believe how beautiful the dress is. It is quite unforgiving that this is the first time she got ahold on a dress as pretty like this. She did not realize until now that the color blue looks good on her porcelain white skin.

"Oh no.. it is so beautiful Madame.." Finally hearing a positive response from her customer, Genevieve breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is you who are beautiful Miss Featherington. The dress just merely accentuates it. Now, I have few more different light colors I must present you. We do not want to have anything yellow now, do we?"

Penelope chuckled. She is truly glad that Genevieve Delacroix is with her in agreement that the color her mother enforces her and her sisters are truly terrible.

"Anything but yellow please."

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Bridgerton House

Members of the esteemed Bridgerton family have forever been busy since their arrival back in London. Today, together with the oldest son, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his newly wedded wife, Kate will be coming to the Queen's palace as they will present Francesca as a debutante. All the siblings will tag along as to support the third daughter. Even the ever-stubborn Eloise have allowed all her maids' effort, without defiance, to let her appearance be fitting for an audience with her Majesty the Queen.

"Everyone ready then?" Anthony asks his family as he offers his arm to his wife Kate, the new viscountess. All of his siblings answered him in unison as they take flight down from their grand staircase.

"Very well. Mother, Kate and I will take the first carriage. You, Francesca and Eloise will follow through. And Benedict will take care of Hyacinth and Gregory at the next."

"As you said." Violet Bridgerton glances at her back quickly to take a final look at the rest of her children, making sure that everyone's appearance is neat and tidy.

As Anthony starts the short march towards the front entrance of their estate where their carriages lie await, he saw a familiar face that stopped everyone from their tracks.

"Colin!" Benedict was the first one who burst out hugging the family's third brother who had just returned from his travels.

"Benedict. Anthony." Colin Bridgerton gave his eldest brother and his wife a nod as he acknowledges the proper greeting for the head of their family. He then stepped closer to his mother Violet as he gave the matriarch a kiss on her cheek.

"Mother. Still elegant as ever I see." Violet just smiled as she squeezes the arms of her third son. Colin have been dressed in peculiar clothes unfitting to the trend in society, but the features on his face is still the same. Save from the growing stubbles around his mouth and the developed muscles on his physique.

"Brother, have you brought any gifts?" Gregory and Hyacinth were altogether excited upon the return of their charming brother, but more so expectant on the souvenir items he brought from his travels.

"Of course. How can I forget?" Colin said as he pats the heads of his younger siblings. "The carriage with my belongings will be arriving here within the day." He motioned for their butler Humboldt to take care of the preparations once his baggage for the past six months arrives at their estate. The butler understood his assignment.

Eloise and Francesca just quickly welcomed their brother as they pass on him towards their carriage. The two ladies were very happy for Colin's return but knew that there are much more important matters at hand. The man felt curious as to why his sisters are not giving him that much of attention.

"You all going somewhere?" Colin asked looking at everyone's faces.

"Well, my brother. Today is the day when our Franny will be presented to the Queen." Benedict pats his brother's tired shoulders. Colin looked at Francesca from head to toe, now noticing the white cream dress she wears and the enormous feathers adorning her hair.

"Ah. That already?" Colin could not believe that another of his sibling is now going to debut into the society. He has been gone for about six months and now his third sister will be up on the marriage mart. What will be next, Hyacinth's turn? He thought to himself.

"You and your travels." Violet raises both of her eyebrows as she shows sentiment on Colin's frequent travel escape. She does love all of her children and supports everything that will make them happy and settled. She has so many plans for Colin's matchmaking but before she can orchestrate anything, her son flees off to a foreign country escaping her clutches. "Now, we do not want to be late for the Queen's audience. As much as we want to be with you on this beautiful day, we can not afford to offend her majesty with your.. unpreparedness my dear." The mother of eight says.

Colin looked at himself realizing his attire does not fit a palace engagement, let alone any engagement at the ton. He bids everyone good luck especially Franny who will be the star of their family's entourage.

"Colin." The returned traveler gazes back at Anthony as the Viscount gave him a strict order. "You will be present at the Cowper's ball tonight, yes? I take it you do not want to miss Franny's first ball. She needs us."

It took few seconds before Colin could answer his older brother. He had just arrived at their home and frankly speaking, he feels too tired to do anything else for now. But seeing the seriousness on the face of the Viscount made him agree to the request. After all, aside from supporting Francesca, there is another person whom he would like to take on the dance floor.

"Of course, brother. I will be there."

"Good." Upon hearing Colin's confirmation. A quick smile formed on Anthony's lips. They then went along and rode the carriages towards the Queen's palace, leaving Colin alone with the company of the family's servants.

"A bath sir?" Humboldt asked the third master after offering his arms to take away Colin's belongings. The latter removed his dusted coat and handed it over to the butler. He looked at the old man feeling a bit shamed on how he looks. Colin had always prided himself as a true gentleman. However, he realized that at that moment, he encompasses no form of being a gentleman at all.

His whole appearance looks rugged from his long journey, his coat all crumpled and dusted, his face looking dark from stubbles and absence of a shave, and a lack of bath as a consequence from days-long ride on the carriage to London.

"Do I smell that bad, Humboldt?"

The butler dared not to answer the man but instead, smiled and leads him upstairs towards the bathing area. "I will have a platter of biscuits prepared and fixed for you sir."

The third Bridgerton son smiled at the gesture of their butler. Every one who knows him, from family and friends, to servants alike, knew too well how big of an appetite he has. There is almost no day that they see him without being hungry over any course of snacks.

"Do I not have any letters?" Colin asked as he takes off his garments one by one. His valet had already poured hot water on the tub upon arriving on the bath room.

"A few from the family Mister Bridgerton. Aside from your mother and from Miss Eloise, nothing else. Now that you are here sir, I do not think necessary to mail it anymore. But I will have them delivered to your room for your reading."

Colin's forehead crunched and his eyebrows narrowed upon hearing the unsatisfying response from their butler. He had expected his mother and a few of his siblings to write and respond to his letters but there is one person whom he longed for a correspondence; Penelope Featherington. The girl had become one of whom he shares with stories of his travels. He had enjoyed her responses, her sensible queries on things revolving the foreign land he is on. It was because of their frequent correspondence last off-season that he realized how enjoyable it is to converse with her. He could still not believe how Penelope and his sister Eloise could have become the best of friends as they were totally opposite to one another. Her eloquence in writing is worthy of acclaim, making him wonder how the gentlemen in the ton could not bother talking to an intelligent and sweet girl like her.

And that leaves Colin surprised to hear that there is no letter for him coming from the young Featherington.

"Are you sure Humboldt? Nothing from Miss Penelope Featherington?" The butler just shook her head.

During his travel, Colin had never missed sending a letter to his childhood friend at least once a week. All the new places and foods he tries, the scenery his eyes have come to see, the weather and how the locals fare on each town he visits; everything he does is shared towards his letter to Penelope. However, what irks him is that for all of his twenty-four letters sent these past months, nothing not even one correspondence has he received from the young lady. There should be no error on the mailing address as his letters got through to his family, even their responses he was able to receive while overseas. Colin finds it difficult to find any reason Penelope would not be sending a response to him. Unless, if there is something grave that happened to the young lady making her incapacitated or unable to receive his letters.

"Nothing Mister Bridgerton."

"Have something of concern happened to the Featheringtons?" Colin was curious if his friend's family had been involved in any scandal of sort. He was not able to hear any news about them since his departure to Italy. The last time he saw Penelope was from her mama's ball last season and since then, they were unable to have any form of communication.

"Nothing that I am aware of sir. Only that they have arrived on their estate yesterday afternoon."

Humboldt's statement had somehow given Colin a positive outlook insight on why might there be a lack of news from Penelope.

"They traveled to country?"

"It was said that the whole family had spent the last six months on their distant relative's estate."

"Very well, that makes sense. Thank you, Humboldt." Colin resumed his business in getting back on being a neat and proper gentleman as he finishes his bath. Now satisfied upon hearing that Penelope Featherington and her family had spent time away from London, Colin was thinking that might be the reason as to why the red-haired girl were unable to respond to any of his letters.

With the confirmation that their neighbors are back in town, Colin has led himself to believe that no matter the lack of writing, he will be able to converse with his good friend Penelope on tonight's ball. He then finally let his valet and servants take care of him as he goes back to transform as a good gentleman of the ton.

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Cowper's Ball

As it is the first aristocratic ball for the season, almost all members of the ton have gathered on the Cowpers' estate. The lord fathers gathering to discuss business ventures with fellow old men, noble wives flaunting off their riches and gossips, young eligible bachelors of the ton and lastly, the high noble mamas who would never miss a chance to present their unmarried debutantes for the prospect of getting suitors.

And among this group would be Violet Bridgerton who have come to chaperone her daughters and her unmarried sons. Her sons, the Viscount Bridgerton, Benedict and Colin are in attendance tagging along their sisters Eloise and Francesca. It is Eloise's second season and though it was evident from her that she does not want to be married and welcomes the idea of becoming a spinster, her mother is still hoping for her to get a match. Whilst for Francesca, who is debuting into society today, she has embraced the idea of courtship and marriage. Though Franny was not selected as the diamond of the first water, much to her mother's dismay, it was obvious that out of all the new debutantes this season, she has the sweetest and most promising appeal. Even the Lord Chamberlain was captivated by Franny's entrance earlier today at the Queen's palace.

Upon arriving, the Bridgerton ladies took their dance cards from the table at the entrance and slipped them onto their wrists. Colin, standing behind Eloise scanned the cards at the table and noticed that the Featherington cards are still placed there.

"Good." He thought to himself. He could easily find his friend Penelope just by looking at the entrance when they will be announced by the Master of Ceremonies.

As the Bridgertons settles on one side of the wall, several young men had started to flock around them asking for a spot in Franny's dance card. However, with a deadly glare from the Viscount Bridgerton, only two young men were able to successfully approach the first-time debutante. Lady Cowper, together with her daughter Cressida came to join the Bridgertons on the area. Violet and Anthony have praised how beautiful the place is, being just courteous at the host of the party.

"Well, I am so glad you have attended Lady Bridgerton. I heard that your third daughter had made its debut at her Majesty today, is it not?"

Violet gave a fake smile to Lady Cowper. She had never liked the lady. Since Daphne's debut she knew how terrible the personality of her daughter, Cressida is. Even Eloise' best friend Penelope, whom Violet has a soft heart had been victimized by Cressida's constant bullying and humiliation.

"Ah, yes. Franny here is now up on the marriage mart."

Cressida Cowper stares at Francesca from head to floor, analyzing her full appearance for the night. Francesca is years behind Cressida by age but the former's higher level of status and beauty are much obvious compared to the latter who is now on her third season.

"What a pity, she is not chosen as the diamond." Cressida snidely remarks. This statement irritated Violet internally. Her daughter may not be chosen as the diamond but it was all evident that out of all the new debutantes, Franny has the prettiest face and family prestige.

"That may be true, but our Francesca surely has the advantages of being the diamond. It is just a shame that her Majesty was not in the mood to pick one." Lady Bridgerton politely hushes off the young Cowper. As it was the truth, out of all the debutantes presented today on the palace, Queen Charlotte has not named anyone for the sought after season title for the ladies. She might have taken a second look at Francesca but there is something not enough to satisfy the Queen's interest.

Knowing that she can no longer embarrass the Bridgerton daughter, Cressida then took her attention to Colin who had just returned back to the ton.

"Mister Bridgerton, I see you are back. Have you enjoyed your travels?" Cressida asks with a wicked smile on her face.

Colin had never liked speaking with Cressida as she does not interest him with topics she would like to discuss. But being a gentleman, he grants the lady a dance from time to time, appeasing the request of his own mother to mingle with different single ladies. And he knew too well, that tonight he must be forced to dance with the blonde-haired lady.

"Ah. Yes indeed. Italy is such a gem." The third Bridgerton said simply, not wanting to deepen further the conversation. Just before Cressida could have the chance to ask him for a dance, an announcement from the entrance had taken everyone's attention.

"Lady Featherington together with her daughter Miss Featherington." The Master of Ceremonies announced.

Before, there were a little fuss whenever the Featheringtons arrive at any ball they attend to. But this was not the case for the night. After all the spectacle caused by their fraud cousin Jack Featherington last season, and the sham engagement of Marina Thompson with Colin Bridgerton from the season before, Portia and her daughters seem to attract the murmurs and the judging stares of the members of the ton.

Fortunately, in good sense, news of Penelope receiving a sizable inheritance from their relative puts their family in a lighter tone. With it, the Featheringtons were able to pay back all the investment money Jack had taken from members of the ton and have paid off all of their debts. It was safe to say that Penelope's inheritance was able to clean their slate anew.

"Ah. Lady Featherington! How nice to see you are back together with Prudence." Lady Cowper greets the widower Baroness. Despite their daughters not on the best of terms, Lady Featherington and Lady Cowper shares a good number of tea time together, sharing all the gossips around town.

Prudence greets the noble mothers as well as Colin Bridgerton who were just saved for the night from the evil clutches of Cressida Cowper. "Good evening, Lady Cowper, Lady Bridgerton, Mister Bridgerton." She gives a slight bow which were returned by all those she greeted.

"Good evening, Miss Featherington. I seem to not see your sister with you."

"Well, Philippa is already married Mister Bridgerton. She and Mister Finch are currently extending their honeymoon." The eldest Featherington daughter said.

"No, I meant Penelope." There was a faint sign of annoyance in Colin's face as he looks for the other Featherington miss. There are only two reasons he came to join his family in attending this ball despite his exhaustion from his journey back home. And that was to support Francesca's debut and secondly, to see his good friend Penelope. He badly wanted to ask how she is and to know the answer to his question on why she has not sent him any response from all of his letters.

This sight did not easily escape Violet Bridgerton's eyes. She noticed the slight discomfort on her son's tone while looking for her favored red-haired girl. Hearing from their butler how Colin inquired about their neighbor when they left him alone in the afternoon, the Bridgerton matriarch knew that there has to be something going on as Penelope had not given any single reply to Colin letters. And finding out that her son has been sending constant letters showing such familiarity to an unmarried lady like Penelope, is a matter that she could not just let pass by.

"My daughter has not been feeling well today, Mister Bridgerton. You see, we have come back from a long travel from Cornwall. Now she stayed at home to rest." Portia said butting in on the conversation.

Before Colin can ask any more questions, his mother intervened and put a stop on his lingering queries about Penelope. "I am sure, Penelope would take part on the next ball perhaps, Lady Featherington?" Violet smiles at Portia to get the confirmation her son needed. Just to make his worry about Penelope diminished.

"Of course, Lady Bridgerton. How could my Penelope miss this season."

"Now we hear. Colin, the night had already started. Why don't you take Prudence along and start with a dance?" Violet gives a manipulative smile off to Colin who could not dare to disobey his mother. He thought he was safe from the hands of Cressida, but here his mother had been shoving him off to a different girl.

The two then went off their way to the center as the music for the Waltz commenced. As for Cressida, she went to look for another prospect leaving all the three mothers and the two Bridgerton sisters in tow.

In a moment's time, Lady Agatha Danbury, Queen Charlotte's closest aide came to their area bringing a fine man along. The sounds of her cane approaching had made Eloise and Francesca fix up their posture to avoid the senior matron's acerbic comments.

"Lady Danbury, pleasure to see you." Violet Bridgerton greets and nods her head. Agatha greets back the former viscountess together with the other two mothers beside her.

"Ha. Good that you ladies are all here. My knees won't get me far walking from hereto."

Eloise tried hard not to produce a sound reaction from what the old lady said. Still, the feared Lady Danbury had noticed the expressions showing on the young lady's face.

"Very well, I will not take this long. I would like to introduce this fine man here." Agatha's mention of "fine man" widened the eyes of the ladies before her. Even the Bridgerton sisters Eloise and Francesca came to be curious as to who the person Lady Danbury will be introducing. It was then they noticed a tall gentleman standing beside the old lady. He had golden hair and beard that covers his jawline. His posture and aura show off a very noble impression leaving the matchmaking mamas anticipating on who this gentleman is.

"A fine man indeed." Francesca whispers to Eloise who finds the man alright.

Agatha then fully introduced the gentleman she is with. "Ladies, this is Lord Alfred Debling, Earl of Beverley. And the D--"

"Ehhmm." Lady Danbury's introduction was cut short as the man coughed a little giving the old lady a quick glance.

"Good evening, my ladies. I hope am not intruding." The golden-haired lord bowed his head down to the ladies as a courtesy as he smiles at them.

Lady Bridgerton, Lady Featherington and Lady Cowper could not be more amazed at the sight of this man. He does not look that young but not that old either. Looking just at the same age with Colin save for the beard.

"N-no, not at all, my lord." Portia nervously says. Upon hearing the man's title, her matchmaking thoughts began to play around her mind. There are still two daughters of hers that needed to be taken off from the marriage mart.

Violet, not letting herself behind from being a matchmaking mama, introduced her two daughters to the noble lord. As always, Eloise seems to be uninterested in meeting gentlemen of the ton aside from her own brothers, but Franny politely exchanged greetings with the earl.

"Lord Debling has not been active for the past seasons, but this year he is looking for a wife." Lady Danbury's words made the eyes of the mamas twinkle in excitement. It is seldom that Lady Danbury matches a gentleman to the ton, and when so, that man is sure to be the best eligible bachelor for the season.

"Hmm.. I saw the eldest Miss Featherington and Miss Cowper at the dance floor, and the Bridgertons are here. Am I missing another Featherington?" Agatha looks towards Portia asking where Penelope is.

"Apologies Lady Danbury, Lord Debling. There has been a problem on my Penelope's dress causing her to miss the ball. Surely, she will be of attendance next time." Portia blurted out a different reason compared to what she gave out to Colin earlier. Of course, she does not want to have Lord Debling's impression for Penelope to be of sickly and unhealthy.

"I see. I've heard so much from Lady Danbury about the ladies of the ton. And I hope to meet all of them to find the most suitable wife. Very well, Lady Danbury, Lady Bridgerton, Lady Cowper, Lady Featherington, ladies.." Alfred Debling looked at each of them as he excuses himself to relieve himself at the refreshment table. All the women bowed their heads as their smiles plastered on their face as the man walks away.

"Lady Danbury, is this Lord Debling the catch this season?" Cressida's mother quickly inquires the senior matron.

"The man is wealthy, titled, educated and the royal family favors him. Saying as a catch is underserving. Must I say that he is the prize." Agatha's eyes wickedly smiles as she sees the gasping reaction of the mamas in front of her. She does say the truth though. Despite not famed due to lack of participation in the social scene, Lord Debling is an affluent and powerful man. Even Queen Charlotte regards him as special. And now that Alfred Debling is partaking on the high society this season, it sure will make the year entertaining than before.

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The next morning

Portia Featherington's head aches profusely. Along with her daughter Prudence, she had spent all the hours at last night's ball talking with different mamas of the ton, prospecting who can she match with both of her daughters. Her eldest daughter at least was able to dance with three different bachelors last night. What exhausted Portia at the party was the endless questions about what happened to their relative Jack and the news about her youngest Penelope becoming an heiress.

Lady Featherington does not say it out loud but she is happy as she noticed that there was a change of wind when it comes to the ton's treatment towards her family. Moreso, with their interest in Penelope whom had not even attended the ball last night. Nevertheless, this makes the ambitious mama be more hopeful as she could see a glimpse of chance that her youngest may truly be able to snatch a marriage this season.

The dowager Baroness had been joined in lunch meal by her two daughters. Penelope silently minding her own meal of stuffed tomatoes and scalloped oysters, whilst Prudence enjoying the crunch of asparagus and carrots. Penelope seeing how tired her mama's eyes were, inquired about their excursion last night.

"Everything went well mama?" Penelope's sweet voice echoed all throughout the dining hall.

"Of course, should it be not?" Portia asked back.

Penelope just politely raised her concern of the baroness' existent tiredness on her eyes. Prudence was quick to intervene with her thoughts.

"Well. I think it goes with all the ladies last night." Prudence's statement had piqued the interest of Penelope.

"What you mean sister?"

Prudence feeling proud, told the youngest Featherington on the juicy details she missed at the ball. On how there were new eligible bachelors who re-entered society, the gossips around town and the gentlemen who got to ask her for a dance.

Not that the last topic really interests Penelope, but the first two parts made the young lady regret not coming to the first ball of the season. What intrigued the girl most was of that fine gentleman that was introduced by the famed Lady Danbury. Her mother and daughter seemed to be captivated by the man's charms and she could only hear good words about him. Penelope felt bad that she was not able to witness this man in person. Her Lady Whistledown instincts are now pressuring her up to join as many balls as she can just to be fully aware of all the heard and unheard gossips and revelations around town.

"Surely, you will not be making any excuses in attending tomorrow's ball, won't you Penelope?"

Her mother's voice had brought Penelope's attention back to the dowager Baroness. She knew that her mother would no longer permit her to miss any of the parties and she herself, decided to be as diligent on being present at the nightly activities. She knew that for her to get married as she planned, she needs to partake actively within the social circles.

"Of course, mama. I am thrilled to meet this Lord Debling you both speak highly of." Penelope Featherington takes a sip of her lemonade as she tries to imagine how this golden-haired man looks by the flesh.

"Do not get your hopes up, sister." Prudence discourages her younger sibling. "Lord Debling may have introduced himself to a lot of ladies, but he did not ask for any hand to dance with him." A truth that Portia had agreed to.

"Is he not interested for a wife?" Penelope curiously asks. She seldom heard of a gentleman who refuses to ask a hand's lady for a dance. Even those whom she knew like the Bridgerton brothers, asks her and Cressida just for courtesy, even if it was not genuine or they were just forced by their mothers.

"He is. The man said itself." Portia says as she tilts her chin up. "Now that I see it, Lord Debling might be a picky man. Not even your friend's sister was able to get a request from him."

"Francesca?"

"Umm."

By this time, Penelope could not help but wonder what kind of a man this Lord Debling is. She knew Francesca for years, as she had been frequenting the Bridgeton house since childhood. The Bridgerton's third daughter had grown up so well and beautifully. It goes without a saying that any man would easily fall for a Bridgerton girl. But for this Lord Debling not to take any interest to Franny, means something. Silently, Penelope smiles as she continues her meal thinking how she would react upon seeing the man in person.

Bridgerton House

Violet, together with her unmarried children are all spending time together at the main drawing room. Her daughters Francesca and Hyacinth were all busy stitching whilst her second daughter Eloise is pre-occupied by another book.

Benedict, Colin and Gregory are bored sitting and eating snacks as they watch on the girls. The Viscount and Viscountess are both gone as they both went to visit Kate's sister Edwina for the day. The couple will only be back by tomorrow just in time to attend Lady Danbury's ball.

The silence inside the room was interrupted by the door's knock of their butler Humboldt who brought today's letters.

"The post for today has been delivered, my lady." The old butler offered the silverplate to Violet who checks each of the mail senders.

"Thank you, Humboldt." The matriarch dismisses the butler and puts aside the letters without opening any of it.

"Are there not any for us mother?" Benedict asks, as he noticed the silence come back after their butler's departure.

"All invitations for upcoming balls. Nothing else." Violet says. She noticed an immediate movement from her third son Colin whom was preparing to leave the room.

"And where you might off to Colin?"

"I will visit the Featheringtons next door mother. I have yet to show my return to Miss Featherington as she missed the ball last night." Colin casually answered. Seeing the letters delivered to his mother reminded him of his unfinished business with Penelope. He was not able to see and talk to her last night at the Cowper's ball making it unknown for him on why he was unable to receive any correspondence with her. Was the young red-haired girl avoiding him? When he asked Eloise about her friend, he was not able to get any answers. Even Benedict and his mother did not tell on much news about Penelope Featherington.

Violet gave her son a discontented look. "It is past calling hours Colin. It is improper for a man to visit at this hour."

"But Pen's a friend."

"Yes, a friend. But also, an unmarried one." Violet paused as she looks at her son with authority. "Lady Featherington had stated that Penelope is eager to find a husband this season. As we are close with them, I expect all of you not to bring about any scandal that may ruin the poor girl."

Colin could not fully comprehend as to what his mother meant. He just wanted to see what is going on with his friend. He did not expect to feel animosity from his mother. Colin knew that his family has been treating Penelope like one of their own, so it goes without a saying that they will never do any act that may bring ruin to the red-haired girl.

"Mother, I would just like to check on Pen. She seemed not to answer any of my letters."

"And that Colin is a thing I forbid you to continue." Violet's strict voice alarmed all of her children at once. They sat silently as they watch their brother be put on the depths of fire, knowing that Colin will not come out unscathed.

"I do not understand mother." Colin was so confused as to why his mother is reacting that way.

"My son, have you wondered why Miss Featherington did not bother to answer any of your letters?"

"I have no idea, mother. Which gives me the reason to check up on her. I need to know why of all the twenty-four letters I sent while overseas, never once have I gotten anything from her." Violet's eyes widened in disgust as she heard how many her son sent to the lady across their house.

"Has it not ever occurred to you, that doing so will put her marriage prospects in jeopardy?" As there was no answer from her son, Violet continued to reiterate the etiquette on courting. All her other children are still quiet and observing, as they knew better not to intervene between her and their brother Colin.

"But Pen's a friend!"

"Exactly so. She is just a friend. But you are a gentleman and she is a lady. A man and an unmarried woman do not share writings with such familiarity. Colin, I expect you to know better! Twenty-four letters?! Are you mad? Your sisters and I, what, only get a letter once a month? And you have been bugging the poor girl with such an enormous amount. No wonder she will not bother sending a reply."

Colin had started to become frustrated with the exchange of words with his mother. He felt guilty that he had been sending them fewer communications compared to Pen. But he knew that his family would not be genuinely interested in stories about his travels and would only be concerned on when he is coming back. Unlike with Penelope, who had been a joy writing to about almost everything.

Ending up the heated discussion, Violet Bridgerton puts down the fabric she is stitching into and grabs all the letters to put on Anthony's desk. She gave a strict warning to Colin before leaving the drawing room to her children.

"If you so much want to speak with Miss Featherington, you would do so within the proper calling hours, or at a ball. In the presence of a chaperone. For god's sake, no more letters please."

Colin exhales deeply and nodded his head down as he succumbs to the authority his mother has. Upon seeing his agreement, Violet then strutted along and left their presence.

"Goodness me. So much for just a season free of scandal!" Her voice still heard as she passed the hallway.

"Can you believe this, brother?" Colin turned to Benedict who had almost finished eating all the biscuits on the platter after watching the arguments before them.

"What, the way mother walked away annoyed at you or the twenty-four letters you sent Miss Featherington?" Benedict jokingly answers his brother. Their sisters laughed in silence as Benedict makes fun of their third brother.

"Pen's a friend. Can nobody understand that? Aren't we all treating her the same?"

"Well, Colin. I am your closest brother and yet I have not received any letter from you." Benedict says as Colin takes a seat on the same sofa he is sitting on.

Colin could not rebut Benedict's statement as it was all truth. "Is it that bad to call it a scandal? Me writing to Pen? Our good friend Pen?"

All eyes glanced at Colin as the word scandal came out from his mouth. Eloise stood up from her reading and removed herself from the room without any word to her siblings. This made her brother Colin wonder if there is something wrong between Penelope and Eloise.

"May I suggest you follow mother's words for now. Try to talk with Miss Featherington tomorrow at the ball. Then you will get your answers my dear brother."

With that, Ben gives a pat on Colin's shoulders as he leaves the room. He expressed to spend the rest of his afternoon at his room finishing up a painting he had been working for days.

Colin Bridgerton can only taste defeat as he finds himself trapped within the house, unable to come visit his friend Penelope, nor get any support from his siblings. He could not help but wonder what made their mother over react that way.

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Danbury Ball

Featherington House

All servants had been eagerly busy the whole day at the Featheringtons. For happening today is one of the most anticipated balls of the season, hosted by Lady Agatha Danbury. The senior matron does not normally host a ball this early of the year, however, since she had been helping a certain man meet a good match, she decided to up on her schedule.

"Are the girls ready?" Portia asks their housekeeper Mrs. Varley. The Baroness was not able to monitor her daughters' preparation in person as she was busy on her own. She trusts that her old maid was able to ensure that all of her girls are dressed well to attract suitors.

"Yes, my lady. The young misses are all dressed up."

"Very well, call them down."

The housekeeper brought along some maids upstairs as they knock and call on Prudence's and Penelope's rooms. The eldest Featherington daughter quickly joined her mother who was impatiently waiting at the drawing room.

Portia scans Prudence as the latter turns around for the former to see her over all look. The mother was not totally impressed but gave her daughter's look an approval. After all, it was the pink color she picked at Madame Delacroix' boutique the other day.

"Where is your sister? Has she not known what time it is?"

As if Lady Featherington's voice was magnetic, Penelope Featherington came at the door just after her mother asked for her.

"I am here, mama."

Both Prudence and Portia's jaws opened wide as they saw Penelope's appearance. Her dress does not have the yellow or the pink color that their family is weirdly known for. Instead, the youngest miss has worn the baby blue dress she had fitted with Delacroix the other day. The silver linings on its pattern have been gleaming across the room. The skirt is embracing the curves of her waist making the lady look more elegant and attractive. She wears a set of emerald necklace and earrings complimenting the color of her dress. Though her silky thin gloves covers both of her arms, her porcelain white skin can still be seen through its sheerness. Penelope had also gotten rid of their usual curls as she had her hair half up and half down, having her locks flow down to her shoulders. It was a simple style with only an embedded butterfly pin that ornaments her hair.

"Are we to leave now, mama?" Penelope asks her mother as there were a lack of words coming from both her mother and her sister. Suddenly, Portia came back to her senses as she sees the confused expression on her youngest.

The Baroness could not believe how elegant and beautiful her Penelope is looking right now. She had always thought that the colors pink and yellow are the ones to bring up all of her daughters' appeal. But seeing Penelope on a light baby blue fabric makes her question all of her choices. She then realized how highly possible it would be for her daughter to gain a suitor this season.

"Is she allowed to wear that, mama?" Prudence angrily asks her mother. It was obvious that her younger sister had truly outdone her appearance by a lot and the former feels envious with how pretty Penelope looks tonight.

Portia just gives her eldest a disappointing look and sighs deeply. She understands how jealous Prudence is right now. Over these last seasons, the Baroness had prioritized more of her efforts into ushering Prudence and Philippa for a marriage. Thank heavens, Philippa had already been wed to Albion Finch last season, but Portia is still left with two unwed daughters. Seeing how her youngest had drastically change for this season, Portia knew that Penelope will soon bloom at the ton with suitors at hand. An eventual fact that Prudence would have to bear.

"If by chance you inherit as much as what Aunt Virginia gave or you get married, then feel free to wear any dress you want." Portia answers her eldest daughter. Both Prudence and Penelope were left speechless. Penelope could not believe that their mother had shoved off Prudence in a way that looks like Portia is siding with her rather than her older sister.

The Baroness then turned to her youngest and for the first time, she had complimented her looks.

"My, Penelope. You truly are beautiful tonight. Hopefully, we get you a bunch of suitors this season." Her mother's statement made the red-haired Penelope blush. At first, she was afraid her mother would ask her to change her dress as it does not fit on their usual wardrobe. But hearing such good words from her meant a lot for Penelope.

"Thank you, mama." Is what the youngest Featherington could only say.

Portia then had their butler Briarly ask the coachman to ready their carriage.

Though the Danbury estate is just a few doors away, it took the Featheringtons ten minutes before they arrive at the senior matron's mansion. There have been several carriages that dropped off before them, making them almost late to the start of the party.

And so, as the three ladies arrive at the doorstep, the Master of Ceremonies announced their arrival for everyone to hear.

"The right honorable Lady Featherington together with her daughters Miss Prudence and Miss Penelope Featherington."

Just like last time, there were a lot of eyes that focused on their entrance. Whilst Portia and Prudence have already started to get used to it, Penelope on the other hand, felt very conscious with all the stares they are getting. Her mother had mentioned that the ton's impression on them had already changed a bit compared from last season. However, upon their arrival, she can still see the members of the ton murmuring and speaking to themselves as they walk ahead. Penelope could not help think that the ton are still thinking ill of her. Especially with the incident regarding Colin Bridgerton.

Before Penelope could think of other negative things on mind, Portia held hers and Prudence's hands and led to the table where their dance cards are placed. Despite not hearing a word from her daughter, the dowager Baroness knew that Penelope is starting to get nervous. Seeing how she even changed her entire wardrobe; Portia knew that her youngest is serious and determined to find marriage this season. And she will do everything in her power to make that happen. She will do anything it takes to support her children as what she told their fraudulent relative Jack; that she is a mother and her daughters are her team.

As the girls pick up their cards and put them on their wrists, the host of the party finally came to greet them.

"Lady Featherington, glad both of your daughters have joined you." The senior matron's cane stopped its tracks in front of them.

"Of course, we will not miss this for anything Lady Danbury." Portia greeted back. Prudence nervously smiles and bows to the acerbic old lady whom is feared by the whole ton.

On the other side, Penelope greets the Queen's closest aide warmly. "Good evening, Lady Danbury. It is our pleasure to be invited here."

The brown woman could not help but stare and wickedly smile at the sight of the youngest red-haired lady. She had always known how proper and educated Penelope is. She also noticed the changed on the young lady's appearance. A drastic leap compared from the looks of her companions. "Well, it is on ours as you have graced tonight's ball Miss Featherington. I could not help but worry how you were missing at the Cowpers."

Penelope was a bit shocked to hear Lady Danbury's response. She had never imagined that someone at the ton, let alone one of the most powerful women in London, will notice that she were not in attendance the other night.

"Ah, forgive me my lady. There were matters I had to attend to."

"As I've heard. Your mother mentioned a problem about the dress. But looking at you now, I see no problem at all! You truly are beautiful today, Miss Featherington." Lady Danbury's voice was so loud that the nobles surrounding them cared to look and spectate on them. Penelope starts to get feel nervous as she is not used to getting so much attention.

What makes the moment worse was when a commanding presence comes along their path. Penelope felt suffocated as she saw her Majesty the Queen comes on her way. All of them, along with Lady Danbury curtsied as Queen Charlotte stopped to take a moment of time in front of the Featheringtons.

"You may rise."

"Thank you, your Majesty." The Featherington ladies said in unison.

"Miss Featherington, is it?" Queen Charlotte asks Penelope as the former lifts her chin by a finger.

"Y-Yes your Majesty."

"Hmm.. How come I have not seen you at the palace?" Queen Charlotte's question made everyone around confused. There was no reason for Penelope to be at the palace, making the quest ungrounded.

It was then Lady Agatha Danbury who met with the Queen's inquiry.

"Your Majesty, if I may.."

"Speak, Agatha."

"Miss Featherington has made her debut two seasons ago; hence she was not part of the debutantes presented to your Majesty the other day." Agatha carefully explained to the Queen.

"I see. What a shame. If I have seen you that day, you will undoubtedly be my diamond."

Murmurs and widened eyes plastered at everyone's faces as they hear the Queen gave such a compliment to a young lady at an ordinary ball; more so for a Penelope Featherington at that. One of the so-called wallflowers of the ton.

Lady Featherington firmly grips her youngest' hand as she tries to keep to herself the excitement she is feeling from the Queen's words. While Penelope herself, takes a gulp as she could not believe what she just heard right now. But she knew importantly that she must respond to the Queen.

"Your words have been so gracious, your Majesty. This subject could only feel gratitude upon hearing them." Penelope tried as hard as she can not to stutter and embarrass herself in front of the Queen. She mustered up all her courage and carefully chose the words to say. She can never let her guard down as she knew how daunting the Queen can be. Especially now, that the royal is actively looking to unmask who Lady Whistledown is.

Unbeknownst to her, she just made a great impression to everyone including Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte. Never have the two high ranking ladies met a young lady with such eloquence. Normally when the Queen gives a compliment to a young lady like Penelope, they would just be left speechless and would stutter trying to come out with words. However, with Miss Featherington's case, it was more of an elegant exchange with what proper and courteous words she chose to response back to her Majesty.

The Queen looked at Agatha and the two ladies shared a wicked smile to one another. Without even saying anything to each other, they knew they both found a very rare gem that will make this year's social season entertaining than the last. The Queen then signaled her aide Brimsley to bring her something.

"I speak the truth, Miss Featherington. How can a beautiful and elegant lady as you are, go unnoticed these last seasons. I feel I betrayed my subjects with not acknowledging how rare of a gem you are."

Just as Brimsley is back at her Majesty's side, Queen Charlotte continues. "Truly it is fitting not to name a diamond, as the lady in my front is remarkably an emerald to behold." As the Queen finished her statement, Brimsley stepped up to offer a beautiful and extravagant necklace adorned by a combination of diamonds and emeralds. It was sitting on an expensive looking cushion that is being held delicately by the man.

"Y-Your Majesty, t-this is too much.." Seeing the unbelievably expensive piece of jewelry made the young Featherington lost at words. Even her mother Portia and her sister Prudence were unable to say anything with what the Queen's right hand man is showing.

"This is just merely an appreciation Miss Featherington. As what Danbury said, you truly are beautiful today. I look forward to what you will bring to the ton." There was authority on the Queen's voice as she said those words. As a royal, it is uncommon for her Majesty to get her request or her demand declined. Not that she's given Penelope an order as her aid offers the jewelry, but not accepting her gift even with her persistence is an act that will taint ill on her impression.

Penelope quickly took a glance at the senior matron who hosts the ball tonight. As she saw the nod on Lady Danbury's face, she relents to the Queen and graciously accepted the emerald piece.

"Thank you, your Majesty. I will truly treasure this gift and pass over to my children for generations to come." Penelope appeases the Queen talking about future descendants despite not having any deals on marriage yet.

Portia unclasped the necklace she's currently wearing to give way for the Queen's gift. Though hers was also an emerald, it lacks the excessive number of diamonds that were part of the Queen's token. Lady Featherington took the extravagant piece from Brimsley and put it on her daughter's neck feeling so proud by the process.

With Lady Danbury's compliment earlier added with this spectacle from the Queen, Penelope Featherington knew that this will bring such chaos among members of the ton. For how could a wallflower like her gain such favors from two of the most powerful women in London. She can only imagine the rumors and gossips this will make about her. She even thinks of what to write as Lady Whistledown, sharing this occurrence on her anonymous gossip column.

After having seen the emerald necklace worn by the young lady, the Queen then excused herself to enjoy the rest of the ball. But of course, she had done it in a way that would make Penelope work with the crowd.

"Now, now my job is finished here. I know you are capable of entertaining me the whole night Miss Featherington. But I must share my time with other members of the ton. So I will leave you for now, at the hands of your mother.. And hopefully, the next time I see you, you are already with an escort." Queen Charlotte wickedly smiles as she foretells the young miss to be with a suitor soon. With that, her Majesty the Queen walks away to the upper balcony where Danbury prepared her special seat to oversee the whole of the hall.

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The Dances

After the Queen has left, a bunch of ladies and gentlemen from the ton had started to flock around the Featheringtons. They were all curious to see Penelope closely, to see the beauty that charmed the Queen herself, and to admire the sparkling exquisite piece hanging on her neck. There were also a lot of gentlemen who had asked her for a dance, mostly new faces that had just introduced themselves to the red-haired girl.

Amidst the crowd, there stood Colin Bridgerton who had been long observing Penelope since the Featheringtons' arrival. Penelope felt her insides stiffen as she saw the face of her childhood friend. It has been a long while since they last saw each other. Through these last months, Colin had lost the baby fats on his face but still remained as charming and handsome as he is. No matter how much she missed him, the only thing that entered her mind were the words Colin had proudly said to his friends.

"Pen." The third Bridgerton son greets her.

"Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington. Not in your wildest fantasies Fife." Those words echoed pain on Penelope's ears. But despite being hurt and angry at the man in front of her, and as a lady with proper etiquette manners, she greeted back the Bridgerton boy.

"Good evening, Mister Bridgerton." She said coldly as she bows her head.

"Good evening, Pen. Are you well? I did not see you the other night." Colin says.

"As you can see, I am well to attend this ball Mister Bridgerton." Penelope's icy words continues to hunt the unknowing Colin.

"Mister Bridgerton? Are we not calling on our Christian names anymore?" Colin asked as he was not used to hearing his friend call him by his family name. A question he regrets to have brought up as a couple set of eyes turned toward him, including that of the dowager Baroness, Lady Featherington. He then remembered his mother's warning. He decided to be careful with his words not to attract unwanted attention to them.

Penelope has been trying to get suitors this season, and if word comes around that she is acting so familiar with a gentleman like him, might cause some rumors that will affect his friend's prospects.

"Well, may I ask for a dance Miss Featherington?" He casually asks just to change the topic. He knew it would be better to converse with the red-haired lady during the dance so that less bystanders would be able to hear their words.

As much as she would like to decline, Penelope hesitantly raises up her wrist for Colin to write his name on the card. It was set on rules that if a lady is to decline a man asking for a dance, then she will have to sit out all the dances for the remainder of the evening. A consequence Penelope could not afford to give up. It took her this much to have her dance card full of names and she will not let this chance slip away just because of Colin Bridgerton. She is determined to have a suitor and if she needed to endure faking a smile and conversing to the man she hates right now, she will dutifully do so. Just to secure her chances of finding a husband from the ton.

Colin smiles at her as he finished writing his name on the piece of paper hanging on her wrist. He wrote his name on the country dance making her card missing just one final dance.

"I will pick you up once our song starts." Colin happily left her as he goes along to look for his sisters. The man innocently thinks that sharing a dance with Penelope will make his night better.

After getting introduced to a few of the eligible bachelors, Penelope Featherington had excused herself from her mother and sister to proceed to the refreshments table. She badly needed a drink as she felt her throat and lips dry after all the smiling and exchange of words with different people at the crowd.

She took a glass of lemonade and drank almost half of it, before letting out a sound of relief for quenching her thirst.

"Was the lemonade that good my lady?"

Penelope was startled and almost coughed to herself as she heard a manly voice commenting on her drink. She turned towards the direction where the voice came from and saw a tall handsome man standing just at the edge of the table.

"It was, Sir. Its sweetness is fitting at the time of the night." Penelope courteously answers as she composes herself.

The man stepped closer to her leaving an arm's length between them, just what is allowed within proper decorum. He puts his arm on his chest and bows his head to the Featherington miss as he introduces himself.

"Alfred Debling, at your service my lady. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Penelope was surprised to hear the name from the man's introduction. She then noticed the distinct golden hair and his beard that covers around his mouth. This was the Lord Debling her mother and sister was talking about. She quickly scans the man's appearance and could not agree more that he is truly a fine man as what have been said. Debling is a tall man, his height reaching almost six feet, his eyes are of blue like the ocean waves, and his posture shows off his masculinity even when being covered by high quality garments. Such a beautiful man to behold.

"Oh. Forgive me my lord. I should have known to address you properly. My name is Penelope Featherington" Penelope apologizing as she called him Sir the first time instead of a lord.

"Nothing to apologize for." Debling smiles as he looks at Penelope. He quickly averts his eyes for a second as it was improper to stare at a woman for too long. "Penelope.. that sounds a good name. You must be Lady Featherington's youngest?"

"Yes, my lord. Have you met my mama?"

"Ah yes. I was introduced to her the other night. At the Cowpers."

"And so, I was told." Penelope could not think of any other thing to say. She had been looking forward to meeting this man and to get to know him as she heard so many good words about the gentleman. But now that she is in front of the man himself, she could not find the ways to prolong their conversation.

"What do you think of this ball, Miss Featherington?"

Debling's query surprised Penelope. Normally it was her who should have been trying to come up with questions to ask for any gentleman who comes her way. But this time it was the other way around. And the kind of inquiries Lord Debling poses is much different to what the normal topics of discussions are.

"Well, I could not say that this is the best yet as this is the first I have attended so far, my lord."

Penelope's answer brought amazement to the Earl. Though he had tried talking with different ladies from the ton since his re-enter in the society, he has never met one with such eloquence and intelligence when it comes to words. Alfred Debling could not help but smile as he enjoys starting a conversation with the young lady. There was no bias on her answer and she has stated truth in a most elegant way.

"That is rather a very interesting response, my lady." Penelope blushes at the mere sound of him calling her as my lady.

"Why would you think so my lord? Is it not the answer you are expecting?"

"Hmm. Truth is, I have tried asking the same query to other people around, but all I get is how they are eager to get a match this season."

Penelope Featherington then remembered the observation her mother and sister had about the man. The thought of Debling being a picky man as he did not ask any lady's hand for a dance last ball.

"Everyone would say the same as the only way for one to get a husband and wife is through attending the balls for the social season." Penelope defends the general idea that surrounds the ton.

"But yours are different. You rather described the ball itself." She saw Debling's smile as he compared her answer from everyone else.

Alfred looked at the piece of card hanging around her wrist and noticed a small space left for writing.

"May I ask for a dance, my lady?"

"Oh." Penelope quickly looked at her dance card and realized that there is no name yet written for the final waltz. "It would be my pleasure, Lord Debling."

After granted the permission, Alfred Debling neatly wrote his name down. "No, the pleasure would be mine."

The both of them continued to converse about different topics. Though it was not preferred to discuss politics and business between a man and a woman, Debling, however, had enjoyed and warmly welcomed the ideas shared by Penelope. Immersed on their exchange of words, the two have not noticed that time had quickly passed as they remained standing at the refreshments table.

It was only the sound of music that interrupted their conversation. As the orchestra plays the music for the quadrille, a young gentleman comes to pick up Penelope's hand.

The latter politely excused herself from Lord Debling as the first dance of the night started.

"May you enjoy the dances, my lady." Alfred Debling bids the young Featherington a farewell for now.

As Penelope Featherington gets swayed by the steps of the song, she could not help but smile as the voice of Lord Debling calling her as "my lady" echoes through her mind.

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The Confrontation

Never have Penelope Featherington imagined how tiring it would be to dance consecutively for each song the orchestra plays. But she dares not to complaint. For her three seasons being out in the society, this is the first she had danced so many. And this makes her and her mother anticipate chances of having suitors.

After the foxtrot ended, Penelope was delivered by a Mister Marcus Anderson to her mama who had been patiently sitting on one of the sofas at the west wing. Just as she was handed a glass of lemonade by one of the wait staff who had been circling around the hall, Portia inquires her about her time spent at the refreshments area.

"Was it Lord Debling, you are speaking with earlier?" Lady Featherington whispers loudly at her youngest daughter. Prudence was nowhere around them as she remains at the dance floor escorted by a Mister Robert Huxley.

"Yes, mama. I was fortunate to meet him tonight."

"What did the two of you talk about?" Portia inquired as she had known that Penelope had spent a considerable amount of time at the refreshments table earlier. Since the Queen's announcement of her daughter being the emerald of the season, she had tried to observe closely and monitor Penelope's activities. Now that her daughter is subject to the ton's attention, she would like to ensure that no scandal of any sort will befall upon their family.

"A lot of things, mama. He asked about my opinions about matters and asked for a dance."

Portia Featheirngton's eyes widened in shock as she heard Penelope's last words.

"I beg your pardon?" The dowager Baroness asks as to have her daughter repeat what she just said.

"I said, he asked for a dance mama."

"A dance? Are you sure? That Lord Debling?" Portia still could not believe until she saw the proof that Penelope presented.

"Yes, mama. He wrote his name for the final Waltz." Penelope raising up her left wrist to show her mother the list of names written on her dance card.

"Oh, Penelope! My emerald daughter!" Portia hugged her daughter tightly which made the young lady bewildered.

"Is everything alright, mama?" Penelope curiously asks. Her mother rarely hugs her, especially more when they are in public.

"Oh Penelope! Nothing better than this! To think you would get asked by a lord just after becoming an emerald. I am so proud of you!" Portia continued to hug her daughter as she expresses her joy on tonight's turn of events.

Penelope realized how big of an impact is brought upon by the Queen's bestowed title. Her fingers unconsciously reach the extravagant piece hanging on her neck, feeling the emerald gems adorned with diamonds.

However, the young Featherington's brief rest was interrupted when the music started again. There are two more dances left before the night finally ends. And just as she was about to check whose name is to pick her up, a familiar scent and voice come up to their sofa.

"May I take this dance, Miss Featherington?" Colin Bridgerton stands tall offering his hand for Penelope to take. There were both ice cold stares coming both from Penelope and Portia Featherington. It was existent on their eyes that they do not want to have this dance between him and Penelope. But there is nothing that can be done.

Penelope could easily decline his hand right now, as she had already finished most of the dances on her card. But if she will do so, she would have to forfeit the last dance after Colin, which was reserved for Lord Alfred Debling. And as he is the most important dance partner for her tonight, Penelope Featherington had to accept the hand that was offered by her childhood crush.

"Surely, Mister Bridgerton."

The red-haired lady reached out her hand as Colin takes her away to the dance floor. It was their turn for the country dance.

"Is something wrong Pen, between us I mean?" Colin asks his childhood friend as they start the steps for the dance.
"Whatever you mean Mister Bridgerton?" Colin shows an annoyed look as he once again hears her call him by his family name.

"I wrote to you this summer, as I always do. Why, you did not respond. Admittedly, very few did. But if you are going to make me say it out loud, I miss you." He leads Penelope for a quick turn required by the song.

"You miss me? You miss me but you would never court me, is that correct?" Penelope's icy tone was so penetrating that Colin could feel his spine shiver. He did not expect to hear such response from his friend Miss Featherington. It was then he realized it clearly. The way Benedict hinted for him to speak with Penelope so he'll know, the way his mother Violet Bridgerton wants him to take distance away from Pen, and the reason why Penelope Featherington have not made any single response to all of his letters overseas.

She must have found out about his conversation with Fife and the others last year at the Featherington ball, Colin thought.

"Pen.. I-I.." Before Colin could fully explain himself, the red-haired Featherington continued to vent out her disappointment and anger to her friend.

"I've overheard you, at mama's ball last season. Telling everyone how you would never ever court Penelope Featherington." There was a hint of sadness on the eyes of Penelope as she uttered back the words that haunted her all summer. Colin had no words to say as he looks at his friend's face guiltily as they continued to make the turns for the dance.

"Of course, you would never court me. I am the laughingstock of the ton even if I change my entire wardrobe." Colin could feel the pain from Penelope's voice. Water starts to form her eyes as she relives the memories of her being made fun of by Cressida and the laughter from Colin and his friends last season.

She continues, "It just never occurred to me that you of all people would be so cruel."

And with that last statement, Penelope Featherington let go of Colin's arms as the music had finally ended. The dance had come to a stop and both of them stood still at the center of the ballroom with Colin Bridgerton being speechless from the realization that he had hurt his friend.

Water continues to form in Penelope's eyes as she has to face the pain in confronting Colin Bridgerton. She wanted to remove herself away from him but she could not easily do so. She would have to be delivered by her mama's side after the dance as it is improper to leave the dance floor by her own. But Colin Bridgerton just stood still in front of her, silent and stoned as he could not dare say any word to explain his statements from last year's ball.

Before Penelope could swallow her pride and ask Colin to bring her to Lady Featherington, a manly voice came to her rescue.

"May I take you away for the next dance, my lady." Penelope looked up to see a golden-haired man with a beard smiling warmly to her. His hand extends to her as to offer her escape from the dance floor. At that time, Penelope Featherington could not think of any words how to describe this man and his godly timing.

"I would love to, Lord Debling." Penelope then gave a quick bow to Colin as she leaves the floor with her hand by Alfred Debling's arms. Colin Bridgerton had no choice but to leave the floor as well, guilty with the pain he had caused his good friend Penelope. The third Bridgerton son then went to the corner where his mother Violet and Benedict stood as they witnessed what had happened.

"You all right brother?" Benedict asks his younger sibling,

"N-No.. I-I... Penelope.." Colin could not find the exact words on how to explain what just happened to his mother and brother.

Violet, being the all-knowing matriarch as she is, hushed her son to remain a gentleman for the rest of the evening.

"Hush now, my son. We can talk of this later. We have Lady Danbury's ball to finish."

Colin understood what his mother had intended for him to do. He remained silent and tried to look dignified as a Bridgerton could be. Wanting to clear up some of his thoughts, he then went to the snacks area to take a bite of the sandwiches and eclairs plated there.

"Do you think Colin will be alright, mother?" Benedict asks Violet.

"He should be. Now that he knows, he would think of how to make things right for our poor Pen." Violet hopes as she looks at the young red-haired lady being escorted by the Earl of Beverley.

"That he should do." Benedict said agreeing to his mother.

"Pardon my intrusion, but are you well Miss Featherington?" Alfred Debling asks Penelope as they reach the sides where Lady Portia Featherington is. Pen's mother acknowledged her daughter's return but turned a step away as she continued chatting with other mamas present at the ball.

"I am well, my Lord. Is something the matter?"

"Nothing, I just could not help but notice how tense you were at the floor when the song ended." Penelope felt embarrassed as she has no idea how she looked while venting her anger out on Colin. She was able to avoid getting her tears down just as Lord Debling brought her away from the Bridgerton boy.

"My apologies, Lord Debling. We are just not on the best of terms with Mister Bridgerton."

The Earl of Beverley looked at the red-haired lady closely. "I understand. May I have your permission then?"

Penelope looked up to the man confused as to what permission he was trying to ask from her. They had already agreed to have the last dance of the night and there was nothing else he could try to ask for at that time.

"Permission?" Miss Featherington asks.

"Yes, permission to come take you away whenever such situations take place." Alfred Debling looks at the red-haired girl and smiles. Penelope could feel his sincerity and the genuine words behind his eyes. She could feel herself drowning as she stares back at his light blue eyes.

Penelope could not fully understand how this man gives her his concern. They just met the first time today but she could feel that this particular lord cares for her. Should she be harboring such hopes that Debling might develop to be a suitor? Penelope blushes at the mere idea as it crosses her mind.

"I will be in gratitude if that ever occurs, Lord Debling."

The orchestra started to play a note and the music started to echo across the hall. It signals the start of the final dance for the night.

"Very well. I am joyed to have your blessing." A sound of relief came from Alfred Debling's voice. "May I now have this dance, my lady?" Lord Debling sweetly smiled at Penelope as he offers his hand to take them both away to the center of the ball room.

The youngest Featherington gladly accepted his hand and took everyone's attention as they glide the steps for the Waltz. Everyone could not help but adore and notice the duo as they immerse themselves at the count of the music. Portia Featherington watches her daughter teary-eyed, seeing how her wallflower of a child have started to blossom in front of everyone's eyes.

"Brother, if your stares could kill, I bet whoever is dancing would be dead by now." Colin's body froze as he heard a familiar voice taking notice on how he looks at the man who holds Penelope's hands at the dance floor.

"Anthony." Colin looked up to see the Viscount Bridgerton appearing beside him at the snacks table. Colin had removed himself away from his other siblings and his mother to avoid getting the reprimand he had been constantly getting since his return in London.

"So, who is the lucky one who deserved that deadly stare of yours, brother?" Colin did not directly answer his brother's query, but rather averted his concern on the identity of their subject is.

"Do you know that man, the one dancing with Pen?"

Anthony Bridgerton then looked at the center of the dancing couples and saw their friend Miss Featherington enjoying the Waltz with the most eligible bachelor of the season.

"Ah. That should be Lord Debling."

"Lord Debling, you say?"

"Yes. The Earl of Beverley. It was said he re-entered society to look for a wife."

"Is he a good man?" Colin felt a little bothered upon hearing that the man dancing with his good friend is actively looking for a prospect of a wife. He knew that this could be a good chance for Penelope to find a match but somehow from reasons unknown to him, he felt restless.

"I barely know the man, but Lady Danbury vouches for him. Saying that he is the most eligible bachelor at the ton. And knowing Lady Danbury, there would be no question about it."

"Is that so?" Colin can only continue to scan the man from afar.

"A titled Lord with good looks as he is, no wonder if all the ladies would be falling for him."

Colin takes another bite of sandwich as he continues to watch over the pair who have gained a lot of spectators. He decided he would have to investigate this so-called Lord Debling, just to make sure that he is someone worthy of Penelope's Featherington attention.

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Calling Hours

The morning next day had been truly eventful as there have been a flock of men rounding about Mayfair Street. Mainly, trying to show off their selves calling on the doors of the ladies that captivated them from the ball last night.

The Bridgerton House had expected the early morn to be busy. There were a few men who had come calling for Francesca, much to the delight of her mother Violet Bridgerton. Because of this, Franny's brothers were required to be on the drawing room to meet the suitors and chaperone their freshly debutante sister.

"Are you not planning to visit the Featheringtons brother?" Benedict asks his younger sibling as he sees Colin gazing at the mansion across the street from their window.

Colin Bridgerton could no more but let out a deep sigh as he realized how stupid he is and how awful he was as a friend to their dear good Penelope. His mother had already fully explained to him last night what transpired just after he left for Italy. Especially with Lady Whistledown's column bringing up how he embarrassed and put Miss Featherington down in front of his friends.

Violet had advised him to apologize and ask Penelope for her forgiveness. Violet Bridgerton have a very soft spot for Miss Featherington on her heart, as she had been treating the latter just like her very own daughter. She had seen Pen grow up together with all of her other children especially with her being best friends with Eloise. The former viscountess would not want to forever have their relationship with Penelope strained just because of the foolish remarks made by her son.

"I want to brother, believe me. I just not know what to do when I am to be in front of her." Colin looked away from the window pane as he takes a seat on the blue cushion of the sofa in her mother's drawing room.

Violet, who were sitting closely to her two sons reminded him. "I did say you are to apologize to Miss Featherington. Profusely." Lady Bridgerton emphasized while still maintaining her soft motherly voice. She would like to remain calm as a swan as there are still guests calling on Francesca at the other side of the room.

"I surely plan to do so mother. No matter what anyone thinks, I badly want to get her good graces back."

"So what reason are you still here? It's within calling hours, why not knock on their doors and start apologizing Colin?" Violet worriedly asks her son. If her third son wants to explain himself his actions to Miss Featherington, this should be the right time to do so.

Colin exhaled as he grabs a bite of the sandwiches offered on the table. "The Featheringtons seems to be busy this morning. I noticed a lot of men coming through their doors since earlier."

Benedict chuckled as he sees the defeated look on his younger brother. Colin is not one to be easily discouraged when things do not go his way. However, he noticed that when it comes to their neighbor friend Miss Featherington, his brother tends to fold in defeat so quickly.

"Is it not a good thing? As the emerald of the season, expectation to have suitors will be there. But they do not have a man in the family. It would be best if a man figure would help the Featherington ladies manage Pen's suitors. And who would be the best person is, than you who is close as a brother to Miss Featherington? Don't you agree mother?" Benedict says.

Violet Bridgerton contemplates on Benedict's words. Her son was truly right. It is difficult for a noble family without a man on its household to guide them through high society, a dilemma Violet does not have to worry about since there are plenty of grown and capable men under their family name, starting with her first born, the Viscount Bridgerton.

"Ben is quite right. I am pretty sure that Lady Featherington would welcome the assistance of a familiar man to help and guide her daughters with their suitors." Violet says in agreement as she picks up her cup of tea. She puts it on her mouth to taste the warm Earl Grey blend that their butler Humboldt had served.

"Then I will hear both of your encouragement dear family. I will come visit the Featheringtons to offer my deepest apologies, but first I must visit the florist in town. A man can not ask a lady's forgiveness without flowers at hand." Colin stood up and kissed his mother's cheeks as he leaves the drawing room.

Violet Bridgerton felt relieved as her third son left their premises. Upon hearing that the boy is planning to buy flowers for Miss Featherington, the former viscountess could not help but smile thinking that Colin was the same good boy she raised as a gentleman. As what a Bridgerton man should be.

Meanwhile at the Featheringtons

Just like the mansion across from them, the Featherington household were just as busy since the morning sun had risen. And Penelope Featherington, being the emerald of the season was all there is to blame. Her elder sister was able to have a man calling for her, a Robert Huxley whom she had danced last night at the Danbury Ball.

But what the dowager Baroness Portia Featherington could not help but be proud of, was for her youngest daughter Penelope. For today was the very first time she ever had callers on her name. For the last two seasons, though callers have come and go at their house, they were mostly for their cousin Miss Marina Thompson and few for her sisters. Today marks history as Penelope had fully launched herself on to the marriage mart with suitors to show for.

As soon as the clock ticked for the allowed hours for the morning calls, a handful of gentlemen had lined up at the Featheringtons' doors to come visit the esteemed emerald of the season. The family butler Briarly, had then led the men to the drawing room where Portia and their housekeeper, Mrs. Varley chaperones the two young misses.

Was it because of her daughter's big dowry at hand, the way she had changed her appearance with new set of clothes at her entire wardrobe, or because of the title bestowed upon by Queen Charlotte? Portia Featherington still could not believe how her youngest, Penelope, had changed how the gentlemen of the ton viewed the red-haired young lady overnight.

Regardless of the new turn of events, the mother of three could only feel thankful and proud that the changes surrounding her family's status right now are all positive and on towards the good path. Never had she thought that it is going to be Penelope who would put their family on the high society's good graces once again.

After spending their vacation at the country side, Portia noticed how confident Penelope had become, putting her timid self behind and started to stand on her own ground. As she watches her daughter entertain the suitors that come for her, Portia realized how worthy Penelope is of becoming a rare jewel of the season. As she talks with men lined up in front of her, Penelope smiles sweetly and gently, not giving much of her enthusiast but just enough to make the men feel like they have gained much of her attention. She sat there on the cushioned sofa poised giving off an aura of a very well-educated lady. The sun's rays shining through the windows, reaches her porcelain white skin making her visage more glowing and radiant. Penelope's tiny movements were so delicate and elegant, following all the rules of etiquette and propriety. She was so beautiful, her daughter, Penelope Featherington. That was all Portia could think of as she watches her youngest bid goodbye to all the suitors that came at that hour. Almost an hour had passed since the last batch of gentlemen came in to converse with Miss Featherington and it is just high time to have them leave as staying longer will be against the rules of decorum.

"Are you well, my dear?" Portia Featherington asks her daughter as she sees the sweet smile gone from her face. The dowager Baroness steps closer to the young lady as she feels her plump cheeks with her hands. "Good, she does not feel sick." She thought to herself.

"I am well, mama. I may just not be used to spending so much strength this early of day." Penelope says as a matter-of-factly. She slumped back on the couch as she felt the soft cushion by her hands. She felt no longer needed to maintain composure as she and her mama were the only two left on the room. Her eldest sister Prudence had long gone upstairs after Mister Huxley had come for the day.

"You did good, Penelope." Was all that Portia could say, kissing the top of her daughter's hair. Penelope was surprised to see this act of love coming from the baroness. Though their mother loves them dearly, she rarely shows it through physical form as she had brought them up sternly to her bidding.

And on that instance, Penelope knew that she had somehow made her mama proud. From the moment they were able to pay back all their family debts using her inheritance, leading to the ton's changed treatment to their family, and with the prestige that the Queen bestowed upon her as a jewel of the season; Portia could only thank the youngest miss as she had successfully saved their family from high society's animosity. All throughout her years as a Baroness, Portia only wanted for everyone to acknowledge their family fairly. They may just be lesser lords, but they were still titled and commands respect just like the Bridgertons. However, due to her husband's poor managing of their estates and addiction to gambling, their family had long fallen from glory.

But all of that has started to change this year as Penelope was able to improve the status of their household, making their family name to be included once again on the invitations list for the parties and balls of the prominent clans in London.

Just as they were to cherish a brief moment as a loving mother and daughter, the two Featherington ladies were interrupted by Briarly who had informed them of an arrival.

"My lady, a Lord Alfred Debling for Miss Featherington. He had brought flowers." The old butler said, looking at the two women while waiting for instructions.

Hearing the name their butler announced, Penelope could feel herself nervous in a good way. She had never imagined that Lord Debling would come visit her. She looked up to her mama to see if she would let the man in. It was almost time for lunch and kind of late for a morning call.

Portia took a deep breath, thinking quickly on her toes. Out of all the suitors who came to visit her daughter, the Earl of Beverley ranks the highest as he is a titled lord on his own right. It will be a difficult situation and would be a shame if she turns down the man's visit. She looked at her daughter's face and seeing that Penelope looks to agree, she had instructed the butler to escort Debling on the room.

"Lord Alfred Debling, my ladies." Briarly announced as he brings the man on the family's drawing room.

Portia and Penelope smiled and slightly bowed their heads as the Earl takes off his hat to greet them. He too, bowed as he apologizes for his late arrival.

"Lady Featherington. I am so grateful for letting me in despite my worse timing." The golden-haired man says politely to the matriarch of the Featherington Family.

"I assure you nothing to worry, Lord Debling. Our abode will welcome you always. Just what might be the reason for today's visit if I may ask?" Portia questions the man despite knowing what he truly came for. She just wanted his intentions to be heard clearly as to not make unnecessary assumptions. She had learned from the previous seasons not what to do when it comes to suitors.

"If I may, I brought flowers for Miss Featherington. I hope to spend a conversation to get to know her a little more." Alfred Debling's voice was so manly yet soft. His every word was so sweetly commanding that it echoes through the room.

"Very well, I'll be on this side to continue my embroidery. You two can go on." Portia moves towards the other end of the room where she picks up a fabric to continue the stitching she had left there. Penelope invited Alfred to sit on one of the sofas near the window so they can speak more freely away from the prying ears of her mama.

He then offered her the bouquet of fresh flowers he had brought. She took the white Calla Lily flowers from his hands and adored its trumpet-shaped petals briefly. Its whiteness was beautiful just like what that flower truly means. Penelope wondered if Lord Debling had known what Calla Lily means in the flower language. After admiring the blossoms, the young Featherington miss handed it to Briarly to put in a vase, just in time as he served her and her guest their tea and a platter of biscuits and sandwiches.

She invited the earl for snacks as they start their little conversation. Penelope could not help but admire Alfred as he speaks. Lord Debling looks more radiant as the sun light shines across them from the window. His noble looks are more dignified with his manly posture. His cravat was tied neatly on his neck and the gold buttons of his waistcoat compliments the color of his beard and hair.

Penelope could feel herself melting as he looks at her with his ocean blue eyes. His words felt genuine as his lips forms a smile whenever he speak words to her.

Out of all the conversations she had since this morning, Penelope Featherington was more interested with the one she is having with Lord Debling. Their topic was more diverse and were not that usual flirtations on a normal setting. He had shared things that interests him and told her truths that only few people know of him. It was then she found out that the Earl of Beverley had been a vegetarian for so long. He had a very soft spot for animals, thus making it his principle to avoid eating meat. Unlike most gentlemen of the ton, Alfred prefers to study and admire nature as he feels it more relaxing rather than spending time at clubs drinking and gambling. He does not partake much on physical games and competitions among men. Not that he is not good at it, but he does not want to show off his capabilities in front of many, unless he is truly compelled to.

Penelope loved to hear his stories. It was all new to her ears as there were only a few she knew could discuss about such topics. But what made her more curious was why had Alfred not been asking her too much about herself. With the men from earlier, she had gotten used to questions asking her likes and dislikes, her favorite food, favorite flavor of tea, favorite colors and all favorite among others. In Debling's case he had not much been inquisitive about the same things. Was he not interested about her? Penelope could not help but wonder. She took the courage to ask the man himself.

"You are truly unique, Lord Debling." Penelope gently smiles at the man politely.

"Whatever do you mean, my lady?" The young Featherington lady feels tingles as she hears him addressed her as such.

"I feel like I have known you for so long, after listening to your stories. But I think is not the same as you are to me." There was worry formed on the Earl's face as he looks at the eyes of the young lady in front of him.

"Have I offended you in some way Miss Featherington?" Debling's eyebrows furrowed with a distinct hint of sadness in his voice.

"No, nothing of that sort, my lord. I just find it curious as you dare not ask me about anything personal." Penelope gives him a sweet yet disappointed smile.

Lord Alfred Debling exhales a breath of relief. He thought that he had gained the ire of the woman before him. He leaned in closer to her but left a space between their faces to maintain proper propriety. He then proudly said, "I like you, Miss Featherington. You have caught my attention with your beauty and eloquence, which is uncommon for a lady at this generation to hold both."

Penelope was surprised to hear such a direct confession from Alfred Debling. But before she could react with words, the man continued his speech.

"As a proper suitor, I would like for you to know my whole being. The reason why I would like to spend time sharing you all there is to me. For you to weigh me among your other options, knowing how and what I truly am. Hopefully, to prove that I am worthy to gain your admiration against those who would like to claim your hand. I dare not ask you for things you like, for foods and colors you do want and do not want. For as a man, it is my duty to learn them myself through any means upon knowing you more. Through all chances and opportunities, you will generously give me so. A gentleman does not force a lady for answers, rather he waits until the truth is given to him. Whether it may be bitter or sweet." Lord Debling smiles at her sincerely as he explains himself. His words pierce through her crystal blue eyes and she could feel his genuine meaning behind as she looks at his handsome face. He truly is a beautiful man. The way his eyes narrow whenever a smile forms on his lips, and the way his low masculine voice echoes through the room. In Penelope's eyes Lord Debling has proved himself attractive and respectable, more so with how he views and words things from his perspective.

"That is rather an interesting point." Penelope warmly smiles at Alfred. She accepts his thoughts and understood that Debling is truly different from any other suitor. He would do and say things contrary to how the normal men would. But all of that, is something that would spark interest for the young Featherington.

"I had hoped that I was able to avert your distaste on me, my lady." Lord Debling nervously said, waiting for Penelope's response.

Penelope looked up to the man. How can this gentleman think of his spot on a negative way. He has not realized how much good of an impression he was able to make. It was her, who was in doubt if she was able to meet up his standards.

"Never had I thought of that way, Lord Debling. I had truly enjoyed our conversation as I learned new many things from you." Alfred Debling could not hide his relief as he sees a little blush on Penelope's cheeks. Knowing that he had spent an hour long on this visit, he politely bids the red-haired lady a farewell.

"As I do. I hope to see you by tomorrow, my lady." They both stand up and he took his beaver top hat to his chest, bowing to the young Featherington.

Portia, who had been silently watching them from across the room, takes herself to her feet as she sees her daughter's suitor prepare to leave.

"Today has been a well worth visit, Baroness. I would love to come see Miss Featherington again by tomorrow, if you would permit." Lord Debling was anticipating a positive response from Penelope's mama.

"Of course, it would be our honor, Lord Debling." Portia tries to hide her excitement as much as she could.

"Then, I will be off. No need to escort me out." Lord Debling walks himself out.

"Mama.." Penelope softly whispers at her mother as they heard the sounds of their front door closed.

Portia asked her daughter what she had wanted to say. She had wanted to ask her about all the things she and Lord Debling had conversed about, but Portia Featherington knew it would be best to give Penelope time to herself as she can see how her daughter is so flustered by the man.

"I think Lord Debling is a good man." Penelope shyly says. She could not fully explain to her mother what she feels and what she thinks of him. She just knew that the earl is worth spending time with.

"True, is he not? I overheard him saying he likes you."

Penelope's whole face reddened as she realized that her mother had heard Debling's confession. She was saved from the awkward situation when their butler Briarly, calls on them for lunch meal. They saw Prudence going down the stairs to leave for the dining hall and so both Penelope and Portia walked to the same way.

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Unexpected Tutor

Just as the Featherington ladies have finished their meal for lunch, another unannounced visitor had come knocking on their doors.

Briarly took it to himself to see who the caller is, and was not surprised to see Colin Bridgerton at his employ's footsteps.

"Is Miss Featherington in?" Colin asks the old butler.

Knowing that the man had been close with one of the household misses, Briarly lets him in and leads him to the main room. The butler then went to the dining hall, to inform his mistress on who the visitor was.

"Mister Bridgerton is here for the young miss, madam. He is on the wait at the main room." Briarly informs the dowager of Colin's arrival.

"Just what does he think he is doing here?!" Penelope thought to herself almost swearing to herself. She had a very good start for her day but now having the person who broke her heart makes everything melt down. Penelope could only blame her negligence as she forgot to give instructions to their servants not to let Colin Bridgerton in to their home.

Portia Featherington, followed by her daughters then went to the main room to see their unexpected neighbor. Her eyebrows arched as she asks the Bridgerton boy the reason of his presence.

"Mister Bridgerton, to what do we owe this visit?" There was a hint of sourness on the voice of the baroness, in which Colin could only accept humbly. He knew it was valid for them to make him feel he was unwelcome at their estate.

"Lady Featherington. I greet you a good afternoon. I-I.. I am here to express my apologies." Colin Bridgerton tried all his might not to stutter as he explains his presence in front of the notorious dowager. He could feel the eyes of Penelope's mother judging him to his core as she stares at him with narrowed eyes.

"Explain."

Colin offers to hand over the flowers he had brought to Penelope. But it was the latter's maid who received them on behalf of the young miss. Penelope just subtly took a glance of it and noticed that they were white Lilies of the Valley. The ginger-haired lady wondered if Colin intended those flowers for its meaning.

"It has come to my realization that I may have been irresponsible of the words my mouth has delivered about Penelope last year." Colin took a big gulp as he tried to admit his mistake in a way he could describe it lighter. As he recalled his own words, he quickly regretted to address Penelope by her Christian name. He could feel the intense gaze coming from Portia and Penelope as they try to control their annoyance on him. Prudence, who were also present could not care less as she takes a seat on one of the sofas not giving a damn on what is just going on.

"Harsh and malicious, you mean?" Portia worded the young man correctly. Penelope, who was just a step back from the dowager baroness, could not believe how her mother handles the scene right now.

Never had she imagined that her mama can confront a Bridgerton strikingly with eloquence. She had known that Portia have always admired the Bridgertons' status and had dreamed that one of them sisters were able to marry one of their sons. Penelope is surprised that her mama can stand with commanding presence in front of a member of that affluent family.

The man in question could only feel cold sweat running through the back of his neck. He thought of running away as he could not find any words to refute Lady Featherington's statement. Colin then finds himself trying to adjust the knot of his cravat getting some air. He could feel the tension rising up in the entire room. He had been at this household for numerous times before but never had he felt suffocated, more so in front of his dear friend Penelope.

But then, he remembered his mother's words. Violet had instructed him to profusely ask for Penelope's forgiveness. He had wronged the poor girl in so many ways. He had hurt her awfully when she was only ever so good to him. Penelope never deserved to be badmouthed the way he did her. He sincerely wanted to get her good graces back, to have her talk with him just like before, to have her respond to his letters, and to see her smile whenever they meet and cross eyes. He wanted to be her friend again. A friend that he lost just because of his ignorant words with Fife.

As he is a gentleman as he believes to be, Colin decided not to cower back and face his faults head on. If he could not get the Featheringtons' forgiveness the first time, he then would continue to show his sincerity until on their eyes, he is absolved of his crimes.

"I am truly at fault Lady Featherington. There are no words to excuse myself from what I have done really. But it is my truest intentions to make things right for your daughter Miss Featherington." Colin turns to face Penelope as he mentions her. All this time, Penelope had never given any word, the young miss just let the Bridgerton boy confront the fearsome and sharp-tongued baroness.

"And how do you plan to do that Mister Bridgerton? I believe those words that shamed my daughter can no longer be undone." Portia's tone of voice remained commanding as it echoes through the room. Her raspiness can not go unnoticed to Colin, and every minute he is in front of Penelope's mother was closer to him having a heart attack.

"I am well aware of the repercussions my words had brought Miss Featherington, and so I have a proposal I hope you all would accept."

Portia looks at the young man closely. She had intended to make things difficult for the boy as she knew what shame he had brought to her youngest's impression at the bachelors of the ton. But as ever, Colin has his undeniable charm working for persuasion.

"Elaborate." Was the single response coming from Lady Featherington's lips.

"As I know that Miss Penelope is eager to find a match this season, I would gladly employ my services to be of her assistance."

All three Featherington ladies' eyes widened up and turned to see his face as he said his words. Penelope could not fully understand what Colin meant about him giving her assistance, more so for Prudence.

Portia did not utter any word as the baroness just continued to stare at the Bridgerton boy, waiting for him to expound his proposal.

"It is unfortunate that Lord Featherington is no longer with us, and I understand how important it is to have a father-figure around to help Miss Featherington with the process of getting suitors." Colin cleared his throat as the mention of the word suitors came from his mouth. He had not planned yet how he would do that, but he knew better that Benedict's proposal of this would be something of value that the baroness would have to think over.

But before Lady Featherington could comment on his bold offer, Penelope had finally spoke. "Mister Bridgerton, you are saying that you will help me secure a husband. Is that what you mean?"

Colin froze for a moment as he heard Penelope's voice. Her tone was still icy cold as just like last night when she expressed her disappointment in him at the dance floor on Lady Danbury's ball. But he was thankful to hear her speak to him, his strength is beginning to be drained as he faces the formidable baroness on his own. Colin looks at Penelope's light blue eyes. Her voice and stare were so penetrating that he felt his knees would give up and just bend to ask her for forgiveness.

"That is quite right, Miss Featherington. I think I can be of help with sharing my assessment and tips on how to keep your suitors at bay." Colin confidently says as he gives a quick smile to Lady Featherington. Portia remained mum as she tries to weigh the benefits of Colin's proposal.

She knew too well how disadvantageous their situation is. They could just be easily played unknowingly by men of the ton as there were no man to protect them. And even though there were newfound confidence and charm on her youngest daughter Penelope, Portia knew that it will not be enough to secure a good marriage. She hates to admit that Colin Bridgerton's proposal is tempting and is hard to pass by.

But this year, Portia Featherington had learned some of her lessons. She no longer makes rash decisions on her own and tries to think things carefully. She is a mother, and she is all there is left to protect her three innocent daughters. Thank heavens Philippa is already married and have a husband by her side that could safeguard her from any harm.

Though she could feel herself saying yes to Colin's proposition, Portia tries to hold back and observe Penelope's stance on the young man's words. She noticed her daughter's expression became a little bit softer than when they first saw the Bridgerton boy on this room.

"Penelope, my dear. What do you think about Mister Bridgerton's offer?" Portia asked her youngest daughter.

Penelope took a few seconds before finally speaking. She looked up to her mama and gave her opinion on the matter.

"I do think that there are some valid points on Mister Bridgerton's proposition, mama. After all, it was him who shamed me in front of his friends at last year's ball. It would be fitting to have him help me secure a marriage in return."

Colin silently breathed a sigh of relief. He was nervous as he thought Penelope would brush off his idea and he would never have a chance to make things right for her. He still felt uneasy that she does not refer him by his Christian name. And her words still pierce his conscience guiltily. But at least, she agreed for him to help her. Now there is only one obstacle left in putting his plan to action; her mother Lady Featherington.

Portia sighed as she succumbed to the idea of the young Bridgerton. She knew better not to decline Colin's helping hands. After all, he is a Bridgerton. And Bridgertons have powerful connections among high society. It would be on their best interest if Colin would truly assist Penelope in getting a match for a husband. He may be able to introduce her daughter to prospective suitors or members of other affluent families in London, is what Portia Featherington imagines at this moment.

"Very well then. My daughter has spoken. You should be thankful of her good graces Mister Bridgerton."

For the first time since he felt like he was in a battlefield at the Featherington household, Colin smiled so widely that he asked the two ginger-haired ladies in front of him on their next steps.

"So, when can we start?" Colin excitedly asks. He looks at Penelope and Portia Featherington in between with smiles as he plans and anticipates his next visit. With helping her get suitors as a front, Colin can only imagine the times he can speak with his good friend Penelope freely. Thoughts of him trying to get their old relationship back, having the chance to share stories on his travel and have her laugh at his jokes makes Colin inspired to spend lessons with the young Featherington.

"I am too tired for the day, mama. Tomorrow would be much better, would it not?" Penelope suggested to her mother without even batting an eye to her former friend. She had loved Colin for most of her years but never could she easily forgive him for his snide remarks on her at her mama's ball last season. If ever she will truly let bygones be bygones between them, she will see to it that Colin would have a hard time first.

Penelope Featherington had excused herself before the final words are said to the agreement between her family and Colin Bridgerton. She does not want to see the man off, and she had already exhausted all of her energy with the morning calls. Prudence, seeing as there is no reason for her to stay at the main room any longer, followed her younger sister and left their mother alone with the Bridgerton boy.

Colin's expression showed a hint of sadness as he sees Penelope leave and said goodbye without even looking at his face. He felt pain in his heart as he is not used to being disregarded by her. Over the years, he saw her with all smiles whenever they chance upon another on the park, on the Bridgerton's house and onto the nightly balls. He can only hope that with his plan of helping her secure a marriage partner, he can have his old friend back.

"Then it is settled, Mister Bridgerton. I will accept your offer and have you tutor my dear Penelope about the works on courtship." Portia brings up her sharp gaze towards Colin once again.

"You are to start her lessons here in our estate, always in the presence of a chaperone." Lady Featherington's tone was very serious as she gives the strict order. She could vividly remember the sight of her daughter and Colin Bridgerton being alone on their study at their family's ball last season.

Portia does not want to have any sort of scandal or rumors to come around Penelope. Especially with Colin involved. He had already brought her too much shame with last year's incident. Now that Penelope had started to grow her presence in the ton, she would do all things necessary to protect her from ruin, at any cost.

"Of course, Lady Featherington. I will make it a point to have our lessons within proper decorum." Colin promised the dowager baroness.

With that, Colin bade her goodbye as he walked himself out of the Featheringtons' estate. He took a heavy breath out as he finally felt the air taking the steps out from their doors. He tightens the knot of his cravat and pulls down his waistcoat to straighten out its fit as he walks back to his own home across the street.

Violet Bridgerton, who had been looking at their window, smiles to herself. Ever since she saw her son entered their neighbor's doors, she had been restless and stayed at the same spot wanting to observe how Colin's visit went. Noticing that Colin confidently comes out from the Featheringtons, made her believe that he was successful on the first step of making amends with Penelope.

"Thankfully." Violet said to herself.

Chapter Text

A Suitor's Gift

As soon as she enters her bedchambers, Penelope Featherington felt both of her knees gave in. She had to lean back on a dresser to make sure she does not fall.

Penelope closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she re-composes herself and gathers the strength needed to make her way to her bed. She lies down on her side, grabbing a pillow to curl up. The ginger-haired lady felt she is to have a headache as she could feel her pulse throbs at her temples. Her body could not take all that has happened today. It seems like her insides are no longer accustomed to the London air as she felt her breathing become restricted ever since their return in town from the country.

Penelope thought of Cornwall. She instantly remembered her Aunt Virginia. The young Featherington wondered how her benefactor fares right now. Aunt Virginia taught her how to be more confident, strong and how to love herself more. The old widow was instrumental on giving her the courage, the strength and the means to return back to London with pride.

Now that her family was able to settle all their debts, the Featheringtons no longer have to worry about rumors surrounding their family. Penelope tried to look back at all the memories from recent happenings.

Hearing newfound compliments from the ton towards her and having been able to dance so many songs with potential suitors, was a feat Penelope can only dream of. But what was totally unexpected was the Queen's announcement of her being a jewel of the season. Her, Penelope Featherington, an insipid wallflower; becoming the emerald of the ton. Penelope turns as she lets her back lie flat on her bed.

How could she, of all people, become the season's jewel? Her Majesty had not named anyone for the coveted diamond of the first water title, making the young Featherington upped her place on the list of most promising marriage-partners to be, as she holds the Queen's favor.

"Is that why Lord Debling took some interest in me?" Penelope questions herself as her stare goes to the ceiling of her room. She knew that the Queen's favor was to thank for having some of the suitors take notice on her. But Penelope Featherington was not sure if it was the same for the Earl of Beverley.

Seeing him up close and having conversed with the man, she felt he is quite different among the men of the ton. His personality and interests were far opposite from the Bridgerton brothers she had known for years. Penelope finds Alfred Debling a mystery she would like to unfold.

And then there was Colin. Her childhood love, Colin Bridgerton. Penelope Featherington promised herself that she will no longer hold on to her feelings for the Bridgerton boy. She had already accepted the fact that she is no more than just a friend and a sister to Eloise's brother. But even as a friend, she could no longer treat him as such. After what the man said in front of Lord Fife and his friends, Colin had lost her trust.

Penelope tries to avoid seeing Colin as much as she could. With her falling out with her best friend Eloise, that gave the ginger head a breather and limited the chances of her seeing the man who broke her heart. But she never expected the man would come to look for her after refraining to have any communication with him these last six months.

Her heart aches whenever she hears the mention of the name Colin, more so when she sees his face. Penelope could not erase from her mind the Bridgerton boy's speech at her mama's ball last year. And so, she plans to continue to take her distance away from the Bridgertons, hoping that his lack of presence will help her resolve. But how can she even imagine to do that now?

Colin keeps on acting friends with her, despite her expressing her disappointment in him. He even had the gall to show up on their estate bringing flowers as if the act could return back time and retract his words to Fife. Penelope Featherington could not help but regret accepting Colin's offer of lessons in courtship.

She exhales deeply and closes her eyes to force her sleep. The young miss badly needs to rest and recover her energy to prepare tomorrow.

At the Bridgertons

Colin merrily entered their house and asked the servants where his mother was. He knocked and opened the doors at his mother's drawing room and saw her sitting at one of the sofas enjoying her cup of tea.

"Hmm. Colin. What brings you here, my son?" Violet Bridgerton smiles wickedly at her third born almost teasing. She knew or rather, she already had an idea what Colin might have to say. After all, she saw his return from the Featheringtons as she watched from outside of their window.

"I have news to share mother." Colin occupies the chair beside where his dear mother is seated. One of the maids entered the room to bring him his own cup and poured him a tea.

"Oh, pray tell." Violet takes a sip from her own cup as she tries to hide the smile forming on her lips.

"I just returned from the Featheringtons, as you have advised for me to apologize to Pen."

"Uh-huh." Violet's reaction was just minimal as to let her son continue his news.

"I'm beginning to think that I can finally make amends with Penelope. Lady Featherington had accepted my proposition to tutor our dear Pen on the lessons of courtship."

"Uff." Violet Bridgerton almost choked from her drink as she heard Colin's statement.

"You? Lessons on courtship? Is that really what you offered to Penelope and Lady Featherington?" There was a hint of disbelief on the former viscountess' voice. Is her son truly oblivious?

"Yes, mother. Just as what Benedict pointed out, the Featheringtons lack a man-figure to help them with the suitors. And so, as Penelope's friend, I am the best candidate to help her learn how to capture a man's hand for marriage."

Violet could only blankly stare at her son's face. He is a lost cause, she thought.

"Mother, are you well?" Colin asks Lady Bridgerton as he saw the lack of response. He grabs a bite of sandwich as he continues to wait for his mother's words.

"Yes, my dear. So, does that mean we can have Miss Featherington over back again here at our home? I am beginning to miss her presence." Violet could not help but admit that her afternoon has become quite different since Penelope's absence. For the last few years, the young Featherington spends time with their whole family over a tea party which made the hour more enjoyable.

"I am sorry to disappoint mother. Lady Featherington strictly wanted to have our lessons on their estate. It will be not possible to have her here." Colin noticed a hint of sadness formed on his mother's eyes. "But if she were to be invited just for tea, maybe."

Colin's assuage did not truly work as there was still an obvious disappointment on his mother's face.

"Sigh. That would be more unlikely."

"And why is that, mother?"

"For reasons I do not know, Pen and Eloise have stopped talking with each other. Pen comes to visit our house because of El. But now that they are not in speaking terms, how can I expect Miss Featherington to accept my invitation? It just feels so bored now that I cannot enjoy tea with the both of them."

Colin felt guilty upon hearing about Eloise and Penelope's falling out. He thought it was his fault as he imagined his last year's mistake being the reason for the two girls' withdrawal from each other.

"I promise you mother, I will sincerely ask Pen for her forgiveness, so she can come visit you again."

"Do well. I miss her badly. Now, I can only see her at the balls but she no longer finds me." Violet reminisces Penelope's visage at the Danbury ball. The young lady was truly beautiful. She might be a stone heavier compared to the other ladies her age, but her charm and looks outshine others especially with the color tone she chose for her dress that night. Violet wanted to hug dear Penelope tightly at that time to congratulate her for becoming an emerald, but she could not do so. She knew that the young Featherington had been avoiding them in all ways she can. She and Pen had accidentally crossed their eyes at the banquet last time, but before Violet can smile at her, Penelope turned away to avert her gaze. Lady Violet Bridgerton had been treating Penelope as her very own daughter and it just breaks her heart seeing Pen's relationship with her children fall apart.

"I will. I will not let this season end without someone asking Pen for her hand in marriage." Colin boastfully says. Violet returns a blank stare at him.

The next morning

There were still a handful of men that came to visit the Featheringtons' estate. Some were sons of landed gentry, member of a merchant family, and younger sons of nobility. Each of them trying their chance for a match with Penelope Featherington, thinking that they have a shot in winning the lady's hand, as they see their competition on equal from their statuses; not knowing that a certain earl has already been getting ahead of the race.

"Is your earl not coming today?" Prudence Featherington asks her younger sister as the flock of callers had left their estate more than half an hour ago. The eldest miss was tasked by her mama to check up on Penelope as the latter brought herself to her bedchambers after the morning visit of her suitors.

Penelope takes her eyes off away from the book she's holding as her sister occupies the space on her doorway.

"I.. I am not too sure sister.." Penelope's voice felt so small as she could not hide the disappointment on her words. Just like her mama, she had been expecting the arrival of Lord Debling since the early morn as the gentleman had come to say yesterday.

Prudence, not wanting to be the cause of her younger sister's gloom, tried to avert the conversation. The eldest miss knew better to avoid their mother's chastise if the baroness were to learn that she is to put negative thoughts on her sister's mind.

"Hmm. Well, the day has not yet come to a close, Penelope. He might just be coming at a later time." With that, Prudence Featherington left her sister and closed the door to Penelope's bedchambers.

Having her room alone to her once more, Penelope lets out a deep sigh. She closes the book she was reading before Prudence came up to her. Her sister's words could not help bother her mind. Did Alfred Debling change his mind and lost interest in her? She tries to relive the words the Earl of Beverley said to her.

"I like you, Miss Featherington." It was the first time Penelope Featherington heard such affectionate words towards her, from a man no less. She had heard nice words and compliments from Madame Delacroix, Mrs. Bridgerton, and the Queen herself. But having a gentleman speak such words directly to her is encouraging. The ginger head could not help think if it is alright to feel a bit of romantic excitement towards this lord. But then, she felt a tinge of sadness once more, when she thought of the difference between their standing.

Lord Debling is an Earl by his own right. He is wealthy, has good looks, a gentleman with good birth, kind and articulate. A very eligible bachelor indeed. Whilst she, a mere third daughter from a lordless house, plump and short compared to what the standards of a lady in society is, and an unlikeable lady to court. A fact that has been reiterated to the ton by Colin Bridgerton, her childhood friend and one of the most charming men in London. Penelope realized that having Lord Alfred Debling as a husband is a far too stretched dream she can only hope for. As he is way too far above her level. But still, thinking about herself and Debling as a couple, makes her feel to have butterflies in her stomach.

Just before her mood can go any lower, Penelope Featherington heard noises from outside her bedchambers. Almost a squeal, Miss Featherington have guessed it should be her mama from downstairs. A minute later, their housekeeper, Mrs. Varley came knocking on her door.

"Lord Alfred Debling is downstairs to see you, miss. Your mama is entertaining him at the drawing room as we speak."

Penelope's eyes widen in surprise as she heard who the visitor was. No wonder her mama's high pitched voiced echoed through the halls. As the youngest Featherington was at loss on words, Mrs. Varley, inquired if she will to see the earl downstairs.

"Shall I make an excuse, if you are feeling unwell Miss Penelope?"

The ginger head rattled as she stands up from her sitting. She can make and pretend for a lame excuse not to see a suitor whom she is not comfortable and interested in, but not to Lord Alfred Debling. If anything, he is the man she had been truly waiting out for during house calls.

"There will be no need, Mrs. Varley. Can you tell my mama and Lord Debling that I'll be down in ten minutes. Just tell them I am just finishing a book I am reading." Penelope took a gulp on her throat. Will she be able to prepare herself in ten minutes? She wants to show herself at her most presentable but does not want to make the man wait for that long either.

As if getting a queue from her words, Mrs. Varley then motioned for the young miss' maid Lily to help prepare the lady. Since Penelope is still dressed fitting for receiving guests, her maid just helped her combed her hair and redo the pink tint on her lips.

"Forgive my daughter, Lord Debling. Sometimes I wonder where she picked up this reading as a hobby of hers. But I assure you, my Penelope is well-versed in ladylike pursuits." Portia Featherington tries to make good of her daughter's impression to the Earl of Beverley. She had long reminded Penelope to stop reading books at once as it shall only confuse her thoughts. But there was no stopping Penelope Featherington from immersing herself on a book, she was a very inquisitive lady thirsty for knowledge after all.

Debling just smiled as the dowager baroness explains the peculiar interest her daughter has. But little does Lady Featherington know, it actually made the earl more comfortable with what he has brought to offer today.

And just as they were conversing, the youngest Featherington finally arrived to welcome her golden-haired suitor.

"Mama, Lord Debling." Penelope curtsied to greet the Earl of Beverley.

Debling were wonderstruck upon seeing the youngest ginger of the Featherington family. Penelope was wearing a sage green dress adorned by silver butterfly stitches on the fabric; the Featherington family's crest. Waves of her ginger hair were flowing freely with only two silver butterfly pins clipping her head just on top of both of ears. He was not too keen on liking butterflies before but his preference has now changed upon seeing how terribly beautiful Penelope Featherington is with such adornments.

Even with lack of words from his mouth, the Earl of Beverly was able to nod back at the young lady on reflex as a proof of him being a true gentleman.

Seeing that her daughter has finally arrived to accept their visitor, Portia then excused herself from the drawing room as she had to go visit the town for an appointment with the modiste. She made sure to have Penelope's maid Lily, be present to chaperone the two.

"My lord, are you well?" Penelope asks the man with concern. Her mama had already left them at the care of her maid but she still has not heard any word from Lord Debling.

As he saw the worried look on her face, Alfred Debling came to address her attention as if waking up from a dream.

"Ah.. Forgive me, Miss Featherington. I was just at loss at the presence of your beauty." Penelope's cheeks reddened as she hears the compliment from the earl. She then leads the both of them at the sofa, where a platter of biscuits and sandwiches await them with their cups of tea.

Lord Debling then handed off the bouquet of fresh white Gardenia to the Featherington miss. As Penelope reaches to accept it, their fingers accidentally touched. Penelope could not help but smile upon seeing the blush on Alfred's face. After all, Penelope's hands were ungloved as she is dressing comfortably at home.

"I thank you for the flowers, my lord. They're beautiful."

"I am glad to hear it does suit to your liking, Miss Featherington. I must give a tip to the florist next time I visit as they do not disappoint."

"They would surely be ecstatic if you are to, my lord. But you not need to give me flowers every time you visit Lord Debling. I worry that going to town just to buy these blossoms take too much of your time." Penelope carefully chooses her words that might prompt the lord to tell on her why for the second time, it was a late house call. The young Featherington is delighted to have the earl as a suitor but could not help but wonder what makes the man occupied during the normal calling hours.

"Nonsense. A lady like you are, deserves to have all the beautiful flowers in the world." Debling quickly says on his defense. "As for my time, well." There was a bit of hesitance on his tone as he became honest on his reason.

"Forgive me my lady. I do not want you to have the thought that you are not my priority on these mornings. But rather, I would like to humor myself by becoming yours instead."

Penelope's eyes showed bewilderment on her face. Ah, those lovely crystal blue eyes. Debling could no more than be pulled close by her gazes. Coughing by himself, he tried to stare away by an inch just to maintain propriety.

"What can you mean, my lord?" Penelope could not fully reference what the man meant. The words "becoming yours" are too vague for her understanding.

"What I mean to say, Miss Featherington, is that I've been intending to come visit you late for my own selfish reasons."

"Selfish reasons? Care to share them with me, Lord Debling?"

The Earl of Beverley took a gulp and tightens his hand's hold on his knee. He had just confessed to the young lady how he likes her the day before, but now he seems to have to confess another truth.

"The truth is, I am well aware that I have too many of competition for your hand and interest. And so, I've been purposely timing my visit when all of them are gone, so I can have your attention all alone. Well not really alone as we are with a chaperone." He chuckled at his own statement. "And that my lady, is me being selfish and should apologize for." Alfred Debling softly smiles at Penelope. His ocean blue eyes stares at Penelope with fervor and the ginger head young lady can only blush in return.

"I.. I do not think it is something sinful that you have to apologize for Lord Debling." Penelope looks away and grabs a piece of biscuit to avert her gaze back at the earl. She could not explain in words but seeing their eyes meet makes her want to close their gap from each other.

"Your words are very kind, my lady." Penelope's heart rate goes faster whenever she hears Alfred address her as "my lady". It is not truly the fitting term for her as she is not titled, and only a third daughter of the honorable lady of the Featherington house. But since he is a lord and he calls her as such, it gives her an impression that Debling is addressing her as his counterpart.

The two continued to converse on different things with Penelope sharing stories on how their family vacation went on their trip to Cornwall. As curious as she is, Penelope Featherington then inquired about how Alfred had spent his vacations away from the social events with the ton. She was very curious about the man as there were not much gossips and rumors circulating about him as he just re-entered the society. She remembered a story that Debling just shared about himself. That he was born and grew up in Northumberland, a ceremonial county in North East of England. It made Penelope wonder why as the territory of the Earl of Beverley lies in the county of York. And so, she had just so many questions about that country side, which made her suitor bring out something from the inside of his waistcoat.

"Lest I forgot, I have been meaning to hand this to you Miss Featherington." Lord Debling extends his right hand with a book tied up by a blue silk ribbon.

Penelope graciously accepts the gift. She looks at it with excited eyes as her hands feel the emboss designs on its hard cover.

"It is a book about Northumberland. I figured this may be good to read as the place comes in between England and Scotland. I know Scotland is one of the places you've been wanting to see. I have also been made aware that you love your books, as what your mama said this morning. I hope this comes to your liking."

Penelope just gave the earl the sweetest smile he had seen so far. Seeing the young lady's expression, Alfred Debling knew that he had brought the right gift to put his place on Penelope's heart at an advantage.

"I surely do, Lord Debling. I could not wait to learn all there is to this book." Penelope's eyes were sparkling as she looks at the man with gratitude. She had long been curious and wanted to travel to different places, but were limited to just the family trips from their estate to their relatives' abode. She can only feel the sensation of having adventures from Colin's letters but that has already been stopped as she no longer entertains their correspondence. And so, her chance of getting to learn about new places have just been lowered to that from reading a book.

"Then, may I request a favor from you, my lady?"

"A favor? If it's within my capabilities, I do not see why not."

"Once you have completed the contents of this book, will you lend me one of yours, that I can also read?"

Though it was an unusual request, Penelope was not surprised by Lord Debling's entreat. She has figured the man had also the same interest in books as he speaks eloquently, and has a wide variety of knowledge unknown to many men among the ton.

"I can get you one now from our library, if that would suffice Lord Debling."

The Earl of Beverley politely declined Penelope Featherington's offer. He explained it would be more pleasurable if she finishes his book first. With that, Penelope could no longer argue as they continue to spend an enjoyable conversation together.

Under the watchful eye of a chaperone, of course.

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Lesson One

It was afternoon tea time when Colin Bridgerton took his steps across the street to reach for the Featherington estate. He was welcomed by the butler Briarly from the door, and had been led to the gardens where the youngest ginger of the Featheringtons were staying. She was sitting at one of the garden chairs whilst busily reading a book.

“Miss Penelope, a Mister Bridgerton has come for you.” Penelope looked up from the book she was currently reading to see Briarly bringing up their guest. Having a glimpse at the Bridgerton boy, made the ginger head lady exhaled as she braces herself for the inopportune visits she and her mother arranged with the man.

“Thank you, Briarly. If you can kindly ask a servant to bring a cup for Mister Bridgerton.”

Colin felt a lump on his throat as once again, he heard his friend address him not by his Christian name. But it is not what made him stand like a toad even after Briarly left. Colin Bridgerton was unable to take a step forward, as he felt like he was seeing a different version of Penelope Featherington. The ginger head lady’s appearance as he saw was very alluring. The sage green color of her dress compliments Penelope’s porcelain white skin. Her curls are long gone, as it was freely flowing down from her neck to her back in waves. The pink tint on her lips were so captivating that he felt like he is being seduced. Colin blinked twice as he felt his last thought improper. But boy, his good friend Penelope had surely changed for this season. He now truly believes that she is serious in securing a husband for this year.

“Are you to stand there the whole time, Mister Bridgerton?” Penelope asks the nobleman. Colin could see a hint of annoyance on the young lady’s face. He could still feel her animosity towards him.

But Colin had expected for her to not easily forgive him, and so he smiles and walks closer to the young Featherington lady. He could see her maid Lily on a corner of the garden which is obviously, to watch and chaperone them for this afternoon.

“Pen. What a lovely afternoon to spend it with you.” Colin took the seat on one of the garden chairs just in time when a servant brings them another cup and pour him tea.

“Well, I just hope to complete the lesson so I could retire for the day. Surely, you could make this quick Mister Bridgerton, can you not?”

“Pen.. I…” Colin felt his chest tighten a bit. He is not used to having his friend treat him coldly as she does now. All he could think of is to apologize and get her to smile at him once again. “Listen, about what I said last year, I am truly sorry. Believe me..”

Penelope could only hear the plead coming from Colin’s voice. His sincerity is echoing from his hoarse whisper and the sad look in his eyes. However, no matter how the man begs her for her understanding, Penelope Featherington could not absolve him from his actions. She was truly hurt by what happened last year. How could she not? Just right after Colin promised that he will protect her, he came running his foul mouth disparaging her in front of his friends.

“Mister Bridgerton. I wish not to speak of this matter anymore. I was made to believe that your visit will only comprise of the lessons you are to give on courtship. Nothing more.” Penelope’s tone remained cold and uninterested. She looked at the face of her childhood crush and she could see how he look dejected from her words.

“Then at least, can you call me by name again? You are my best friend. And I feel it weird hearing you address me by my family name.” Colin tried pushing his luck to see if he can put a crack on Penelope’s defense wall, but to no avail.

“I do not think it would be appropriate Mister Bridgerton. As you see, it would not be in our family’s best interests if I were to get into a rumor or scandal of any sort. I would appreciate if you would refrain from calling me by my given name as well.” Miss Featherington expressed sternly. Colin could no longer refute as her words were all truth. Even his own mother, Mrs. Bridgerton had advised him as such. And so, after hearing that, Colin set aside the issue and pursue the important matters at hand.

“Very well, as I promised the Baroness. I will give you guidance on how to be successful in a game of courtship, Miss Featherington.”

Penelope’s eyes showed a bit of concern. Never have she heard that courtship is just being referred to as a game. Is that how men perceive this thing and process? Were the ladies just a prize for them to bag if they win this so-called game? Before any other ideas confuse her more, Penelope Featherington grabbed her ink and a piece of paper that has been prepared beside her.

Colin was surprised to see her holding a quill and paper as she tries to write something. His curiosity overpowered him and asked the young lady.

“Are you writing?”

Penelope shot back a look of confused face at him. “Is this not a lesson I should have to remember?”

Colin Bridgerton inhaled deeply as he tried to contain his laughter inside of him. He could not explain but he finds the ginger head adorable on that note. He coughed himself and started to start their supposed “lessons”.

“Well, I am sure you are aware that the purpose of courting is for you to spend time with a suitor and get to know him. That way, both of you would truly know and see if you are compatible as a match.”

As he started his speech, Colin could see a slight change on Penelope’s facial expressions. Before she was very stiff as she had this icy cold look on her eyes. But as they start their class, he could see her shoulders relax a bit and a determination building up on her face.

“Now in courting, it is expected for the man to give all his best efforts in securing a yes for a marriage proposal. That, however, is not entirely the case.”

“What can you mean?” It was the first question Penelope asked for their discussion.

“Well, your suitor might probably bring you flowers and gifts every day, dance with you at balls on every chance and promenade and recite poetry for you to confess his interest. That is the obvious thing to come when in courting.”

“What is the not so obvious thing, then?”

Colin Bridgerton smiles at Penelope’s innocent question. He could not help but compare his sister Eloise to their good friend Pen. When speaking such matters, Eloise will just be quick in brushing off the idea of suitors and all, making it heard that she had no interest in marriage. Whilst for Penelope, he could see her curiosity, and her inquisitiveness is showing on every question she would raise. How terribly opposite they are.

“That you, Miss Featherington, as the one being courted, has a big role to play.”

Penelope’s brows furrowed as she does not have an understanding of what the Bridgerton meant. Seeing this, Colin continued to give her pointers.

“You must make sure, that your suitor will not lose interest on you until you get them asking for a marriage proposal. We do not want them to stop calling after just a few weeks or so, is that right?”

The youngest ginger head looked down a second and tried to process the thought. She then agrees that it makes sense.

“So how I can do that, Mister Bridgerton? Keeping their interest on me, I mean.”

Colin felt himself relaxed as he grabs a bite of his sandwich before taking a sip on his cup. He knew very well what things are needed to do on this part. After all, he has been one of the most charming men in London and knows a good number of ways to flirt.

“Not to worry Pen. There are a lot of ways I will teach you.”

“First, though it is not the most imperative, it would be on your best interest to be most presentable at all times. You may just be receiving your suitors at home during house calls, but it would not hurt to dress up beautifully.” He could see Penelope Featherington started to scribble the things he says.

She stopped a bit to re-read what she had just jot down. And a bit of disappointment showed on her eyes. Colin was quick to notice it and tried to uplift her mood.

“I see you have already taken care of that first item. You look so beautiful on these light colors Pen.” Colin smiled as he compliments his dear good friend. There was a bit of blush that appeared on the Featherington miss as she hears his words. Penelope was just quick to dismiss it.

“Why, thank you Mister Bridgerton. Can we proceed to next?”

“Alright. Secondly, you must always smile. Smile when you speak with them and they to you. There is no other way to augment their ego and pride, when they see their lady enjoying their company and to whatever boring things they must be saying.” After saying this himself, Colin recounted memories of him having this kind of situation. He tried to remember all his causal talks with Penelope and was reminded of her smiles from all their conversations. And so, he realized, that this step is something Penelope will not have a problem doing so.

“Lastly, it might be a little advance and improper but this will surely work..” Colin took a gulp as he hesitates to state the next step. He then sees Penelope’s expectant face waiting for him to spill whatever information he is holding back.

“As I said, it might be improper…”

“Well, say it still.” Penelope was starting to get impatient. Her quill had already absorbed some of the ink and she was getting ready to write on her paper the step Colin Bridgerton had been trying to withhold.

Colin could see his friend’s intent gaze as she tries to pry him off for an answer. He tried to take a glance at her maid Lily, who was still a meter away from them. Colin tried to lean in closer as to whisper the last step he will be teaching today.

“Skinship. You might have to relent a bit of physical contact for your suitor..” Colin was whispering the words as he does not want Lily to hear them. Heaven knows, Lady Portia Featherington will have his head on a platter if she comes to know what improper things, he had just been teaching her youngest.

“B-But that is..” Penelope could not fathom how she can do such a thing. She could not even imagine what improper acts and behavior she can pull of without having her honor ruined.

The third Bridgerton saw how perplexed Penelope became when she heard what he just said. Colin guessed that there might be several thoughts playing on her mind. And so, he continued to enlighten her what kind of contact is just needed that would not besmirch her reputation.

“I bet you are thinking about worst case scenarios. Not the kind of physical contact that can ruin you, of course. I will not teach you anything that can hurt your reputation, Pen.”

A small sigh of relief escape Penelope’s lips. She was starting to worry if this lesson is really of help.

“Then what kind of skinship do you mean?”

“Just simple ones. For example, an accidental touching of hands. Men would feel electric when we feel the warmth from a lady’s touch.”

Penelope’s eyes widen as she finally comprehends what skinship meant. She dutifully writes it on her piece of paper and smiles. Her cheeks and ears became red as she finishes the scribble. The sight made Colin curious. Was there already a suitor that she had been doing this? Penelope should not be blushing on her cheeks if there was none. Somehow, Colin started to feel irritated. He quicky regretted to share this step with her. He silently hopes that Penelope will try to avoid committing this little act, as he knows how proper and innocent Penelope Featherington is.

Little did he know, Penelope just had a certain earl on her mind as she wrote the lesson on skinship. The ginger head now finally realized why Lord Debling’s cheeks reddened during his call earlier. As they had accidentally touched with her ungloved hand at that. The thought of Debling getting excited with their contact made the ginger head blush by herself.

“Well, I think these steps makes sense, Mister Bridgerton. I would try my best to follow and act on them when I see a chance.” Penelope blows on her paper to dry the ink as she gathers her things ready to call off their session to an end.

Colin, feeling that he was about to get ushered out, tried to ask Penelope about her progress. He is just not ready to leave yet. He wanted to talk more with the Featherington miss as it has been months since they have a leisurely conversation.

“May I ask, how have you been faring with the suitors? I feel it best to know so I can guide you most effectively.” Colin tries to come up a lame excuse for wanting to know about his suitors.

“It has been well so far, Mister Bridgerton. My mama is happy that we have not missed having a caller from these recent days.”

“Do you.. Ehem. Do you have someone that interests you?” Colin’s voice was cracking. He does not mean to invade her privacy but he was really curious about the status of his friend. This season was quite a surprise. Penelope had returned with a different but much better version of herself, and had bagged the Queen’s favor by becoming the emerald of the season. Surely, there will be a number of suitors that will try to take her hand.

Penelope tried to think of an answer to his query. It has never occurred to her for Colin to be interested in her affairs. After all, she was just a friend. A friend whom he would never dare think of courting. But then his reasoning has a valid point. He had proclaimed he would help her secure a husband, so it will just be fitting if he knows the status of each of her suitors.

“Well, there are three that I seem to enjoy spending a conversation with.”

Colin could not hide the expressions from his face. He was taken by surprise with Penelope’s unexpected answer. Not just one, but three! There were three men that caught her attention. With unknown reasons to him, he felt his heart rate increased and his body restless. He then inquired about these three men that started to border his best friend’s attention.

By good fortune, Penelope Featherington had started to describe the men, saving Colin from having thoughts of launching an investigation on those suitors.

“Hmm.. Mister Anderson has quite the charisma. It seems he lightens up the room whenever he enters. There was also Mister Harry Dankworth. He may not be that wise and intelligent in speaking but, he makes up for it with his good looks.” Penelope picks up a smile as she tries to remember the charming face of Dankworth.

Colin notices the grin on Penelope’s face as she tries to share information of her suitors with him. He then realized that she stopped talking for a minute before telling him about the third one.

“You said there were three.” Colin says as he waits for another description. He could see the expression changed on Penelope’s face. She was grinning previously but now; it was more like glowing. Her cheeks reddened a bit and there was a twinkle in her crystal blue eyes. She has not said anything yet, but whoever that third suitor is, already had this effect on his friend Penelope.

Penelope took a sip of her cup before she finally returned Colin’s question.

“There was this lord. He has golden hair, he speaks very nicely and has a beautiful face, even more than Mister Dankworth. He is such a fine man..” Penelope had not even noticed herself, but she was smiling affectionately when she talked about this suitor. This did not escape Colin of course. He had been staring intently at Penelope as she describes the man. She may not have said the name, but he already knew who she had been referring to.

“Lord Debling.” Penelope looked up to Colin Bridgerton as he said the name. She purposely did not reveal the name as she felt uncomfortable telling Colin about this suitor. She had spent years silently loving Colin Bridgerton. She never had the courage to like other men as she is very loyal to her feelings. But just as the season changed, her heart had started to waver.

Surely, Colin still has a hold on her heart. However, his hold was not as strong anymore; for whenever she sees him, she could just feel her disappointment and hurt going back again. But with Lord Alfred Debling, she finds a new kind of light. Penelope knows it is not on the level of love like what she had for Colin yet, but it was something promising that makes her doubt her feelings for the Bridgerton boy.

“I do not remember saying the name.” Penelope Featherington awkwardly says.

“Well, the golden hair gave it away. And I remember him, taking your hand for a dance.” Colin briefly smiles.

“Oh.” Penelope had realized that out of the noblemen in the ton, there were only a few that has such distinct color of mane. There was nothing else she could say.

Before anything becomes more awkward between the two, the arrival of the dowager baroness broke their ice.

“Ah. Mister Bridgerton, I have heard you were here.” Portia says as she steps inside the gardens to see them.

Colin and Penelope stood as they both welcome the presence of the Featherington matriarch.

“Lady Featherington.” Colin nodded as to give a proper greeting.

“Mister Bridgerton was just about to leave, mama.”

“I am?” Colin asks which made Portia’s eyebrows rise up. Penelope just gave him a side eye.

“We have just finished our lessons and I am to retire for the day.” The youngest Featherington miss added.

Portia looked at her youngest daughter and seemed to accept. “Very well, I know you had a truly busy day since this morning. Up you go and rest, my child.”

Penelope nodded to her mother and bade Colin a formal goodbye as she takes her leave.

“As for you Mister Bridgerton, I am pleased you hold on to your offer. Hopefully, my Penelope will secure a match after this lesson.”

“Of course, Lady Featherington. I will see to it. You have my word.”

“Your words, are not something we hold dear. If you understand what I mean. Good night, Mister Bridgerton. Briarly will see you to the door.” And with those spicy words, Portia takes her leave.

Colin once again felt in low spirits. He can only hope that both mother and daughter will find it in their hearts to forgive him.

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Realization

Merely just three days had passed since Colin had given Penelope Featherington their first lesson on courtship. He was not able to make another visit as the household across the street have been busy the past days.

Same goes at their Bridgerton house. Though it is still early as the first month of the season, the esteemed Bridgerton family had decided to hold a ball, more than premature as when they annually do so. Mainly, because of the new Viscountess, Kate Sharma Bridgerton. The new lady of the house had just married into the family last season, and she wanted not to disappoint the society when she takes the household affairs into her own hands. After all, there is a high expectation precedent from the works of her predecessor, Anthony's very own mother, Violet Bridgerton. Kate figured, if she were unable to successfully uphold a grand ball befitting from the Bridgerton name, she could at least attempt to hold a second one at a later time of the year just to maintain status. And hence, the early timetable for their family ball.

Colin, the third Bridgerton son, was not safe from doing his tasks to ensure help for the new Viscountess' ball. His presence, along with all of his other siblings were required by their older brother Anthony, to show support for Kate's efforts. The Viscount Bridgerton ordered every member of the family to be in attendance at tonight's ball without any room for excuses.

"You all right, brother?" Benedict asks his younger sibling as he takes a seat beside him. They are currently in the living room and he saw his dear brother taking a good sip from a newly opened bottle of whiskey.

"Do I look I'm not?" Colin questioned Benedict.

The second born son looked at him observingly, figuring out what Colin's thoughts might be on mind. After silently guessing, Benedict smiles to himself then pours himself a shot of alcohol to drink.

"I have a guess. Would your long face be something in relation to our dear good friend from the Featheringtons?" A mischievous smile forms on Benedict's lips as he gulps down the alcohol.

Hitting a nerve, Colin drinks down a shot of his own before answering Benedict's question, being oblivious to his older brother's teasing.

"I have gone to their house days ago, brother. You know, to give the lessons I promised Lady Featherington. In hope for their forgiveness." Colin's voice was croaking, not sure if it was from the alcohol or from the man's own mood itself.

Benedict just patiently waits for his brother. He knew it would be better to let Colin continue despite his pauses rather than interrupt him at all. After all, he can see an inkling of sadness on Colin's eyes. A very rare sight from his brother, since the last time he saw Colin in this way was when his engagement with Miss Marina Thompson got cancelled.

"I have learned there's a suitor that holds Pen's interest."

"That is great news, is it not? It is high time for Miss Featherington to consider getting married." There was no response on Colin's end as Benedict said those words. And so, he continued, "But why do I see some sorrow in your eyes, brother?"

"I do?" Colin exhaled deeply as he refused to believe his brother's observation. "I do not know Ben.. I might have been feeling regretful. What if Pen does not forgive me before she gets married? What if that Earl of who knows where, takes her to the country before I can even make amends of our friendship?"

Benedict was awfully quiet from Colin's divulgence. Their third Bridgerton is not one to easily show his vulnerability. Before Benedict can say anything to console the man, Violet's voice echoed on their ears almost hounding the whole room.

"Colin Bridgerton!" The former Viscountess' eyes show disbelief as she sees her third son drowning himself in alcohol this early of day, not even having their family ball started yet. Good thing, Benedict had gulped down all the contents of his glass, narrowly escaping the boiling blood of their mother.

"Just what ever do you think you are doing right now, young man?" Her voice continues to rise up. She could not express her disappointment seeing her two sons drinking their way into alcohol, one drowning and one having no care for the other at all. "And you, Benedict Bridgerton, for what reason are you letting your brother deluge on this awfully tasting liquid?"

"Mother, you need not be angry to me. I am just merely giving my company as a brother. I saw Colin being blue. And so, as an older brother, I am just here, lending him my ears." Benedict says in his defense.

"Blue, what can you mean?" Violet takes a look at both of her sons. She knows how mischievous Benedict is, but never has he ever lied to her.

"Well Mrs. Bridgerton, your third son Colin here, has been in sorrow upon learning that Miss Penelope Featherington have developed an interest in one of her suitors." Benedict playfully says. He finally stands up, giving a light embrace to his mother as he leaves Colin to her care.

"Oh? Oh.." Was all Violet Bridgerton could react upon hearing her second born. Shifting her mood to that of vexed into a pitying look.

"Was it true, then? Penelope is interested in her suitor?"

Colin just nodded to his mother before saying the name of Alfred Debling.

"Ohh... I'm sorry Colin." She hugged Colin Bridgerton which made the man confused. Why does his mother have to apologize for it? Colin could not fully understand.

Violet can grasp from her son's reaction that he still has not realized where his sorrow was coming from, what it is all about. The matriarch can only give a deep breath as to her son's obliviousness.

"Colin, my son, do you feel glum, knowing that another man is taking Penelope's attention?"

Colin Bridgerton took his mother's query and thought of his answer carefully. The word glum may not be the perfect fit for what he is feeling, but he sure is restless with the thoughts about his friend.

"I know it is great news for Pen, mother. And I should be happy for her.." He slowly speaks. "But I feel a bit apprehensive." Colin looks down to his feet.

"And why do you think that is?" Violet takes her seat beside her plaintive son. Her son may fully be lacking awareness, and so the mother of eight have decided to take this chance to help Colin realize his own true feelings for the Featherington girl.

There was hesitance on the part of the third Bridgerton boy as he tries to think of an answer. He knew his mother to be a wise one, already knowing what may ever be the reason is. Colin knew that his mother just wanted to have it come out from his own mouth.

"I'm just.. afraid mother. Afraid that she would leave London once she marries. And she will do just that, before she even forgives me!"

"Is that what really scares you, Colin?"

"Why of course. Is there another reason I should believe so, mother?" Colin had started to become distressed on the conversation.

"Has it ever occurred to you why you have been feeling restless, being unable to hear anything or receive any letters from Miss Featherington these last six months? That you find yourself at the edge, knowing that you are not in good standing for her favor? That it matters so importantly, that she gives you her forgiveness.." Violet takes her son's hands and holds it tightly with her own. She squeezes it ever so gently as her maternal love shows on to the expressions of her face. "Oh Colin, I saw you at Lady Danbury's ball. Watching Pen dancing with the Earl of Beverley."

"T-That.."

"My son, you are afraid of Pen, permanently leaving you behind. No longer giving you the attention and her smiles that you have so long been used to, when she had always shown her care for you as you were her friend."

Violet continues her speech as she looks at Colin's eyes directly, trying to make him realize the obvious truth that had been haunting the boy; as he continues to have lack of awareness.

"You were seething with jealousy when your gaze was directed towards Miss Featherington and Lord Debling at the last ball. It is quite a sight not only I have taken notice of. Your brother Anthony, is a witness to that. Surely, you have a recollection of it." Violet raises her right palm as she holds and caresses her son's cheek. Colin swallowed as he accepts the truth of his mother's observation. But was it really jealousy? He could not think of what to call what he felt at that time, only that he wished he was the man who were holding Penelope Featherington's arms during that final Waltz that night. It was, after all, the dance that consoled the ginger head lady after their unfortunate exchange.

Still, Colin tries to deny whatever it is his mother is implying in front of him. "What do you mean to say mother?"

"That you, Colin Bridgerton, is disturbed at the presence of another man when it comes to my dear good Penelope. You felt it dreadful, not being able to talk with her. To see her smile and to hear her sweet voice calling your own name. And clearly, you are envious of this Lord Debling as he has taken her attention and interest, and in no time surely, along will Penelope's heart. My son, this jealousy, these indicators you are showing off, which this mother of yours is not sure if you have noticed it by yourself, are signs of being in love." Violet let go of her hold on her son's cheeks as she lets out a deep sigh, finally being able to voice out the words she had long to keep. It has been truly hard for her to remain on the sides just seeing and observing how her son Colin and Penelope Featherington's relationship since childhood grow and unfold.

The former Viscountess knew that Penelope had long been harboring feelings for her son, but even as his mother, she could not help out the young Featherington as Colin had always been the carefree one among her children. She could not even dictate Colin to remain in London as the young man always takes his leave whenever he is involved in an awkward situation, always making his own escape. Violet can only root for Penelope in silence and in secret, hoping that one day, her own son will be able to realize how good and a perfect match Penelope is. But only, if it is not too late for Colin yet. With Queen Charlotte proclaiming her as the emerald of the season, it will be rather difficult for Colin to take his stand. Especially now, that Penelope is angry and disappointed towards him.

Colin Bridgerton abruptly stands up from his seat, still making sure that his mother is not brushed off impolitely. "What you say is purely jest mother. Any thing of that cannot be true." His eyes were full of denial but his rough voice comes with uncertainty.

"Pen's a friend. Nothing more." He adds just as he gained an ill-look coming from his loving mother.

"Your father and I, have started merely just friends as well. And look what it brought us. Eight annoying and wonderful children I can only be proud of. What I mean to say my son, is that, there should be no reason for your relationship not to move forward from being just friends."

Violet Bridgerton then stood up, knowing she had already spent a good number of minutes away from helping with their ball preparations. She kisses her son Colin on the cheeks before leaving a thought that will make him more in agony.

"Penelope Featherington, embodies what would be a perfect match for any nobleman among our society could only hope for. Good-bred, well-mannered, kind and with such a good heart. Surely, a beauty that the entire ton had ever been blind to see, until this year. Now, fix yourself. Our family should be at our best for tonight. We don't want Kate's first ever hosting to be a mess, don't we?" The former viscountess finally took her steps as her son was left all alone in the living room.

It was then that Colin felt so hollow to his core. All his mother's words were resounding through his mind, making it difficult for him to think. Was he truly in love with his best friend Pen? He could not believe any point of it. There is only one way to find out, and that is for him to speak and face the red-haired lady tonight at her sister-in-law's ball.

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The Ball

Just as everyone had anticipated, the Bridgerton Ball is one to attend for. It was so grand that all the invited guests were only able to admire in awe as they see the beautiful decorations enveloping all the corners of the estate with good lighting and different fresh flowers of blue following the theme of the night.

The refreshments and snacks offered are also superb and more than adequate to accommodate all the noble families sent with an invitation. The orchestra hired by the viscountess was one among the best in London, and the circus entertainers were quite skillful and funny much to the enjoyment of all the members of the ton. It was needless to say, that this event organized by the new Viscountess Kate Bridgerton, had truly been a success.

"Ah Mrs. Bridgerton! I believe congratulations are in order. Your daughter-in-law had truly showed up for her title." Lady Danbury came, greeting Violet along with her cane.

"Lady Danbury, glad you were able to attend." Violet nods as she greets the Queen's closest aide.

"Of course, this old lady would never miss this for anything." A mischievous smile forms on the acerbic woman's lips. As the two women continued to have a light conversation, Violet seemed to notice Agatha's eyes wandering off to all corners of the hall.

"Are you looking for a specific someone, Lady Danbury?"

Agatha seemed to put her focus back to Violet as the latter gets her attention. "Forgive me, Mrs. Bridgerton. I was just merely checking if Lord Debling has arrived on the scene."

This turned Violet curious as she seems to hear much about Debling's name frequently. "For what reason, Lady Danbury? Is he under your care?" Mrs. Bridgerton asks the famed old woman as it has been common for her to sponsor young ones to the society. Just as she did with the Sharmas last season.

"Alfred Debling, under my care? Surely, you all must have misunderstood Violet. If anything, I would be the one under his feet." Danbury's remark made the former viscountess look at her questionably. It is common knowledge among the high society what power Agatha Danbury holds at the ton. And for her to be deemed inferior to someone, other than from the royals of course, is such a thought unheard of.

"What ever do you mean, Lady Danbury?"

"You see, this is not something I should be openly saying. But I know you, Violet, since you're young. And so, I will share with you." Violet leaned closer to the old lady as to prepare herself from any juicy information Agatha would be pronouncing from her sharp tongue.

"Lord Debling, is such an affluent man. The Queen favors him dearly, even more so than her own princes. The man is just pure humble not to have it shown to the entire ton. But believe me when I say, he is truly a powerful man by his birth right." Agatha proudly says.

"That makes sense. He is an Earl. He even outranks my Anthony." Lady Danbury can only share a mischievous glance towards Violet. She would like to correct Mrs. Bridgerton's statement but she knew better to withhold her thoughts.

She then continues, "But of course, even powerful men can be weak when it comes to the ladies. Enter my role, to help the poor lad."

Violet then realized why Danbury is in search for the man. For Debling who is being favored by her Majesty the Queen herself, it would be Agatha's task to help the man secure a good marriage partner. Images of Penelope Featherington suddenly entered her mind. The Queen had announced for Penelope to be the jewel of the season and he just heard from her son Colin, that the Earl of Beverley had been courting the young Featherington girl.

"Are you planning to make of a match between the earl and Miss Featherington perhaps?" Violet directly asks Agatha as she opens up her fan to cover her mouth. "After all, with the Queen's announcement, the young Featherington had become surely a good candidate." Violet's matchmaking instinct was one of the things Danbury and Queen Charlotte herself had been taking in high regard. Fortunately, Francesca had already found herself a Mister Stirling, making Violet back down on pursuing other men for her third daughter.

"Alfred is a peculiar man. Totally different among men of the ton. With that said, he very so carefully chooses those who he mingles with. I believe he had already taken a liking to Miss Featherington even before the Queen's announcement."

"But didn't he meet Penelope the first time at your ball? I don't think he was able to learn of her prior to that. After all, the young girl did not attend the night at the Cowpers.." Violet curiously asks. She was sure that Penelope had never attended any other social event prior to the Danbury ball, as there has been no event at all. Unless if there was, which the Bridgertons were not invited and fully aware of. And that would be most impossible as the Bridgertons have always been invited to any event at the London Society.

"And who is to say, that a certain someone did not share to him her knowledge on all available bachelorettes of noble birth? It would be quite fascinating if there was a journal with all the description of these mademoiselles, don't you think?" A wicked smile formed on the lips of Lady Danbury as she winks and tells on her secret. It was then Violet realized how Alfred Debling may have come to be interested with Penelope Featherington. He had already learned about her good character from Lady Danbury's machinations.

Finally, after her own admission to Violet, Agatha found the man she had been looking for. She excused herself from the Bridgerton matriarch and with the assistance of her cane, approached the earl with the golden hair.

"Lord Debling."

Alfred Debling just arrived at the hall and had been looking for a certain someone. But before he was able to meet the person his eyes were yearning for, Lady Danbury stopped him from his tracks.

"Lady Danbury, a pleasure to see you." The two bowed to each other in exchange for proper greetings.

"It should be ours, as we now actively see you in such gatherings." The man just smiled at Agatha. He had been elusive in participating in any kind of social events for these past seasons making him a mystery among the ton; as they knew very little about the nobleman. With the exception of Danbury and the Royal family of course.

"Well, I believe you understand my circumstances. If only I am not hoping for a wife, my presence will nowhere be near here in London." Debling says as a matter-of-factly.

Lady Danbury just returned a smile at the earl. She leaned in closer as if to whisper a secret between them. "This old hag has heard from the host, that Her Majesty will not be able to attend tonight. You may roam freely at your discretion, my lord, Earl of Beverley." Agatha's eyes were that of mischief. Her tone had stressed and emphasized Debling's title as she playfully gives him a wink. Alfred then showed a glimpse of treat on his eyes as he heard the intel from Danbury.

"Is that the truth? Very well. It seems I can go enjoy the ball without having to worry about her Majesty."

"I must remind you, Lord Debling. Your secret will never ever be safe. The ton will surely become aware of who you are. And it will be rather difficult for you to avoid your presence from her Majesty at these kinds of social events. It would be best for your grace to be more transparent sooner rather than later. We don't want the woman you're courting to be disappointed once truth comes out, don't we?"

Lord Alfred Debling let out a deep sigh, uncharacteristically from him. He pondered on the old lady's words and have realized that there is only a short time before the truth about him is to be revealed among the whole of society.

"Appreciate the thoughts, Lady Danbury. Rest assured, I have just been making the timing right. I plan to tell Miss Featherington everything there is to me.."

And as Debling uttered the Featherington name, there he saw Penelope at the way in of the hall, getting her dance card on the allotted table. He unconsciously smiled in which did not escaped Agatha Danbury's observing eyes.

"I see that a rare beautiful emerald has finally arrived. Well then, I will no longer keep your time, your grace. Best you take your leave and get a dance or two before other gentlemen can fill up her card." Danbury bowed to Lord Debling and the latter swiftly walked away towards the direction of Penelope Featherington.

"Miss Featherington, glad to see you here." He stares sweetly at the red-haired lady who had just newly arrived. Alfred Debling is a proud and confident nobleman. He rarely loses his composure as he is an embodiment of a true gentleman. But as of this moment, he felt himself losing his ground as he finds his feelings falling more and more to the youngest Featherington.

He could not think of how Penelope can become more beautiful day by day. She dressed herself in a mermaid blue dress with flower embroidery on its muslin overskirt following the theme of the night. She is showing a rather low neckline albeit proper within the rules of society; showing off her assets and accentuated by a single line of pearl necklace and earrings. Penelope Featherington's hair were styled in updo, with just a few strands of her wavy ginger locks flowing onto her neck. A silver tiara placed on top of her head makes the girl seem like of a royal.

"You are so beautiful, Penelope." Those were the words that Lord Debling could only say on his mind. The man could not seem to move his gaze away from the Featherington's face as her crystal blue eyes pull his soul away. He sees her plump lips tinted with light pink and all he could ever think was how it would feel if his lips were to make contact on hers. A kiss. He had wanted to kiss Penelope Featherington, right there and then.

Fortunately, the youngest Featherington miss had greeted the Earl of Beverley back, ceasing him to think of any other improper things he might act upon.

"I am glad to see you as well, Lord Debling. Have you just arrived?" Penelope smiles at the earl as she greets him back. She noticed Debling to be a bit flustered, but ever still dressed well and good looking for the night.

"Ah, no. I saw you made your way here and I thought to try my luck getting a dance or two from you."

Penelope was about to look down as she shies away from excitement. But then she remembered the lessons she got from Colin Bridgerton yesterday. She had read her notes several times before coming to attend the ball, just to make sure she will not forget any word from it. And so, she maintained her eye contact with the earl as she sweetly smiles and give her response.

"I would love to share a dance with you, my lord. It would be a pleasure." Penelope was unsure if she was doing it right. But as she looks on to Alfred Debling's eyes, she could feel herself being pulled closer by his ocean set of blue irises. The way his lips move as he speaks makes Penelope swallow as he could not be more manlier and sexier than he is. Penelope Featherington blinked twice as she could not believe herself. How could a noble lady like her, think of such things! But then again, there was no blame as the man truly proves himself as a very fine man. She can scan the entire banquet hall and still would not be able to find another man that could contend on his looks.

Lord Debling then reaches for the piece of paper hanging around on Miss Featherington's wrist. Penelope raises her left arm a bit so to make it easier for the earl to access and write his name. Alfred Debling looks at the paper and he ponders on its content. There were eight blank spaces lined up with the dances scheduled for the night. Though, there were no name written to any of those yet, Debling felt apprehensive thinking that Penelope has to dance with seven different men aside from him.

"My lady, would you think of me rude if I were to take three dances away from you?" Lord Debling softly says to Penelope. He holds her dance card hesitantly as his selfishness comes around to his core.

"Why, of course my daughter Penelope would not mind Lord Debling! If anything, she would feel ecstatic having you as a dance partner!" Portia's voice was full of enthusiasm as she hears the earl wanting to spend more than just a single dance with her daughter.

Debling haven't even realized that the dowager baroness was just beside Penelope as he was enthralled by the latter's presence. Not wanting to be called a snob, he greeted Lady Featherington for the late introduction.

"Lady Featherington, what a lovely sight to see you. I apologize for the late greeting. I find myself at the mercy of Miss Featherington's attention." Portia just smiled and did not mind it at all. Seeing the Earl of Beverley with her very own eyes, be smitten by her youngest, makes it enough for the ginger head mama to forget about proper greeting.

After greeting the Featherington matriarch, Alfred Debling turned back towards Penelope as he waits for her permission.

"Will my lady grant this man's greed?"

There was something in Lord Debling that makes him irresistible so. Penelope could not find the will to say no to the man. Though it has never occurred to her to decline as she loves the idea of him becoming his dance partner most of the night. But Penelope had realized that Alfred Debling has this power over her making her seem to agree to whatever the earl may request from her.

She could see anticipation building on the well-proportioned face of the golden-haired nobleman. "Just as what my mama had said, my lord. I would not mind sharing most of my dances with you."

A wide grin had quickly painted on Alfred's face. He could not help in hiding the joy in his face as he writes his name on the space beside the longest and most important dances of the night.

"If rules would only allow for me to have all your dances, believe me Miss Featherington, I have already taken your dance card and kept it to myself." Debling says as a matter-of-factly. It was a rule written on etiquette books that an unmarried woman can only dance with the same man at three songs at most, and she would have to give chances to other eligible dance partners. A rule Debling now finds too displeasing.

As a courtesy to Penelope's sister, Lord Debling had also asked her for a dance, much to the delight of Prudence and Portia Featherington. Ever a gentleman, he thought it will not hurt to increase their likability on him, as he wanted to pursue Penelope's hand.

"Very well, Lady Featherington, Miss Featherington, my lady." Alfred looks at each of the ginger head ladies and bids his farewell, not before he smilingly looks at Penelope with such an affectionate stare.

"I gather you would like to blend with your friends in the meantime. I will take my leave for now and come for you once our songs start." The earl politely bowed at the ladies as he left.

"Whatever luck do you have Penelope?" Prudence nonchalantly asked her younger sister.

"What can you mean?"

"To have the Lord of Beverley under your charms. What tricks have you done to have him be captivated so?" Prudence inquires. She had slowly been accepting the fact that her youngest sister had become a true flower in the society."

"Hush now, both of you. Better be on your best behavior girls." Portia reminded her two daughters as she leads them along towards the center of the hall.

Chapter Text

Lesson Learned

The night has rather been eventful. Every one was merry and there seemed to be perfection that was planned for the entire evening. Save from one of the Bridgerton ladies. Eloise had retired early for the night as she had never been one to take pleasure in attending balls. She politely excused herself with the permission of her mama and her sister-in-law, the new Viscountess Bridgerton. Eloise had somehow been able to endure these kinds of balls for the past two seasons, mainly because of the company of her dearest best friend Penelope Featherington. Together, they share the same feelings of just wanting to become a spinster. Or so, she thought.

Since her discovery of Penelope's identity as the anonymous Lady Whistledown, Eloise had never spoken to her friend. They ended up with an argument and had said harsh words to each other. She had always been by her side and seeing now that Penelope was able to blossom as a true lady in society, makes her feel proud of her friend. Proud and regretful at the same time. Eloise had always wanted to celebrate everything with Pen, and now that their friendship had taken a crack, she can only see her dear good friend from afar. Over their vacation, the second Bridgerton daughter had realized why Penelope, as Lady Whistledown, had to write the column issue about her. She had pondered these past months what the Queen may have done so, if she were to submit herself and take claim on Whistledown's identity. But even after accepting herself that it was the soundest choice Penelope could have, Eloise could not find the strength to speak and face her childhood friend, as stubborn as she is. After all, she had just called Penelope Featherington an insipid wallflower right to her face.

"I will take my leave now, mama." Eloise says as she removes her presence away from the banquet hall, leaving her mother Violet Bridgerton in the company of Lady Danbury.

Violet did not even respond in return to her daughter Eloise's withdrawal as her attention was rather fixed on the dance floor.

"Good heavens, I had truly wished for you to be my daughter." She softly whispers to herself after letting out a brief sigh.

"I beg your pardon?" Agatha Danbury's voice seem to waken Violet from her trance.

"Oh, did you say me something Lady Danbury?" Violet asked the acerbic woman, not realizing that she has been talking to herself.

"I'm sure my ears have not deceived me Mrs. Bridgerton. I suppose you have uttered something about being your daughter." Lady Danbury looked at her suspiciously, before taking a glance to where the former viscountess had been affectionately staring at.

"Oh, it was nothing Agatha. Just a passing thought."

"Was it, really?" Agatha knew it was something more than just a passing thought. "Well, I could not agree more how it would be pleasing to have Miss Featherington as a daughter."

Violet returned Danbury's remark with a raise in her brows. She has not mentioned the young lady's name, but still Lady Danbury was able to figure out who it was on Violet's mind.

"Ha! Did you think I have not noticed how affectionately you have been staring at the young lassie?" The old sharp woman laughed graciously at the Bridgerton matriarch. The latter had come to mother eight wonderful children of nobility and yet, Violet seemed to desire for one particular ginger head.

Violet smiled innocently at the Queen's aide. She could not deny Lady Danbury's words as she was caught red-handedly.

"You have read my mind, Agatha. Miss Featherington is such a treat for a daughter, indeed." Violet kept herself from telling the woman that she had been wanting to have Penelope as a daughter-in-law rather, as she knew that Agatha had been trying to assist the Earl of Beverley in securing the young Featherington's hand for marriage.

"And here I thought that you Bridgerton lot had been close with that young Featherington."

An inkling of sadness had formed at the corner of Violet's eyes from the mention of their family's closeness with Penelope. "I believe it difficult for Miss Featherington to spend leisure time with my children, sweet and annoying as they are, as she is busy with suitors as of late. Not that I take it against her. I truly am happy that Penelope has become a flower on her own." Lady Danbury could feel in Violet's soft-spoken voice that the latter had been missing the Featheringtons' youngest terribly. Albeit not being told directly, she knew that there has been a strain on Penelope's and the Bridgertons' relation as caused by what was written last year on Lady Whistledown's gossip column. How can there not be, the anonymous columnist had made the society fully aware on the snide remarks Colin Bridgerton made about Penelope Featherington.

Curious as she had also been wanting to know more of this lady, Agatha concocted a plan that lightened up the eyes of her long-term acquaintance. "Do you believe Miss Featherington would be so kind, not to turn down an invitation from this old hag? An afternoon tea perhaps?"

"I am pretty sure she would accept, Lady Danbury. Miss Featherington has always proved herself a gently bred. Even more so, than my own daughters, I must admit."

"Very well, expect to have an invitation delivered to you in the next days. It would be comforting for the lady to see a familiar face rather than mine, don't you agree?"

Violet just smiled agreeingly to Agatha. She knew completely how the younger generation had always been avoiding to be the recipient of Danbury's attention. After all, the old woman has become one of the most powerful women in London. And with her sharp-tongue and astute mind, one can only cower before her toes.

At the dance floor

"Have you been enjoying the night, my lady?" Lord Debling asks of his dance partner as they occupy the center of the dance floor. Alfred had now been taking the steps for the cotillion with Penelope Featherington for their second dance tonight.

"I have, my lord. I hope it was the same for you." Penelope softly answers the man as they continue to stare at each other's eyes. Fortunately for her, she has to thank her mother for getting her and her sisters a dance instructor when they were still fairly young. Remembering the lessons, she was able to keep up with Debling's steps despite not counting and looking at her feet.

"There is nothing more joyous in this evening as I get to spend some time with you Miss Featherington." Alfred's response makes Penelope blush. All throughout their conversations and interactions, Penelope had been strictly following the tip Colin had given her when exchanging words with a suitor. She had tried to confidently share gazes whenever Debling speaks with her. A slight change that the earl had noticed since the ball started.

"You must know, my lady.. I have long been attracted by your beautiful eyes. And seeing them, looking back at me.. makes my heart jump in every second I breathe." Lord Debling sweetly says, not minding that there are other pair of dancers that could hear his words. He has not even realized that he and Penelope Featherington had gathered half the attention of the guests who were standing around the hall. All pair of eyes were caught by the view and curiosity for the charming couple. Never have they saw such a good pair of dancers that equally look good together.

"My apologies, Lord Debling. I did not gather that it may have been disturbing for me to share a glance at your face." Penelope lowered down her voice as she felt embarrassed.

"It was nothing of that sort, Miss Featherington! If anything, I would love to be the receiving end of such beguiling stares."

The words uttered by the man could have easily made Penelope's knees go weak. Thank heavens, Lord Debling had been supporting her arms strongly, yet with a gentle touch, making herself feel light as if floating with the steps. At loss of words on Alfred's sweet admission, the young Featherington miss can only smile in return.

"Miss Featherington, there is something I have been meaning to ask of you." A quite serious expression immediately planted on Lord Debling's face.

Penelope's heart rate increased as it was the first time she saw Debling without a smile. There were still a couple of octaves left for the orchestra to play before the cotillion dance could end, and there she was, feeling nervous on what might the earl say next, as he led them to a turn.

"Pray tell, my Lord."

The Earl of Beverley swallowed a lump on his throat and breathed deeply. He looked at Penelope's crystal blue eyes without even stopping their movements for the dance. "My lady, the moment I first saw you at Lady Danbury's... I have known for certain. You have taken my heart and held it hostage. I find it endearing as it is a first for me to feel admiration and affection towards a lady." He swallows once more as he leads Penelope's arm for a turn. He supports his hand at her back tightly, making sure she will not fall out of balance from his arms. The Featherington miss' eyes continues to stare at him confusedly as he continued to speak with her.

"I plan to ask your mother, Lady Featherington, permission to officially court you. Of course, with marriage in mind. I am hoping you will agree."

Penelope Featherington's eyes widened up as she heard the most surprising words she had ever heard from all the years of her existence. She blinked twice and saw the expectant eyes on Debling's face. His face. His good-looking, manly face. Adorned with his golden hair and beard, coupled with an ocean blue pair of eyes, Penelope could not stop looking at the man's handsome face. Even if someone were to call her out for staring too long, she could not pull herself away from staring at his soul.

She could not help but be curious how it feels to be kissed by his lips, to be hugged tightly by his strong arms. And to hear his heartbeat if she is to lean on his chest. It was improper for her to gather such thoughts, but the mere presence of Alfred Debling in front of her makes her feel intoxicated. Was it his cologne? He does smell so good that she wanted to lean more closer to inhale his good scent.

Penelope Featherington had woken up from her light trance as she hears the earl calling for her name.
"Miss Featherington?" There was a hint of worry on the man's voice as he has yet to hear the lady's reply.

"Forgive me, Lord Debling. I was caught off guard by your words." She continued to look up to him and saw the man's vulnerability. Little droplets of sweat had started to form on his temples showing an indication of his nervousness.

"To be courted by you would be such an honor, my lord."

And in an instant, right after hearing Penelope's words, Alfred Debling's face glowed up more as he received such delightful news.

"So, you agree?"

"I could not think of any reason not to, Lord Debling. I am of at marriageable age, and so as you. It will be worth to see if we are compatible as a match for a husband and wife." Penelope says. Her voice was able to hide her own excitement as she strictly maintains acting on good behavior. It will be unwise for a lady to show off familiarity when in front of just a suitor. If he were already a fiancée, Penelope can then share a more informal conversation with him.

Alfred Debling looks at Penelope with such admiration on his eyes. He could never deny his attraction to the young lady's eloquence. With how intelligent and well-mannered Miss Featherington is, he knew that she deserves a title and position more than those of ignorant fools among the ton.

"You must know how you have made my entire night, my lady. I could not seem to express it much, but my heart is flying with joy to hear your consent. I will, right after this dance, speak to the baroness and tell on her my intentions." Lord Debling eagerly says as they continue to finish off the dance.

A couple of minutes later, the earl was seen bringing the youngest Featherington by her mother's side. And a wide smile had painted on the dowager baroness' face.

"Miss Featherington, may I take you for a dance?" Penelope looks up to see the charming face of the third Bridgerton son. She had been taking her sweet time at the refreshments table trying to recover some vitality spent from dancing.

Supposedly, Penelope Featherington would avoid and try to decline dancing with Colin Bridgerton after what transpired when they last did so at the Danbury ball. But since she had something to thank him for, she had accepted the man's invitation despite the contretemps between them.

Colin Bridgerton took Penelope's hands as she nodded on his invitation. He led them to the right side of the ballroom as they dance along the music for the Quadrille.

"Pen.. You must know how it means to me, that you have agreed for this dance." Colin nervously tells the ginger head as they dance the Quadrille.

Colin noticed that Penelope Featherington's facial expressions were much calmer compared to their previous encounters. He could no longer feel the obvious hostility coming from the lady and what had surprised him the most was the small curve that formed on Penelope's lips. It was a faint smile that turned to an innocent one the moment she started to share him news.

"I must say, you have helped me a great lot, Mister Bridgerton." Despite her nicer treatment, Penelope was still calling the Bridgerton boy by his family name, not letting their familiarity resurface out in the open.

"It seems what you've taught me the last time is truly effective."

Colin was taken aback from what he heard Penelope said. "Effective? The thing I taught?" was all he could ask from the inner workings of his mind. He swallowed hard as he tried to contemplate on what ever from his steps, his friend Miss Featherington had applied. Was it the physical contact? Colin felt goosebumps from his skin. Had Penelope really tried to act on improper behavior? The third Bridgerton had truly been a good dancer, but for some reason, he found it hard to count the steps and maintain his balance while leading on his dance partner.

"Effective? What is and to whom? Oh Pen.. Pray tell." There was exasperation in Colin's voice. He asked Penelope for a dance to prove to himself that his longing for her was only that of friendship and of a sibling, much like what he is to Eloise. But the man could not help but be annoyed to whoever it was, Penelope had acted on the lessons he gave the other day.

"I've followed what you have said and have done it with Lord Debling. He had officially asked to court me and my mama could only be happy about it." Penelope's eyes shied away from his face as she tries to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"Wh-What? What have you done, Pen?" He angrily asks.

Penelope became confused as to why Colin Bridgerton shows off an annoyed look. Was he not proud of her? She had rightfully done what he taught her but it seems like it was an unwelcome idea to the man.

"I merely held eye contact just as what you've said for the second step!" Penelope's nerves have started to rise up. Tonight is supposed to be a merry one as her relation to the Earl of Beverley seems to progress forward. And yet somehow, Colin's reactions are trying to bring her mood down.

"As you have done your part in our agreement, I will put beyond past whatever unfortunate words you've spoken about me. So to say, I have forgiven you. But it does not anywhere near convey that I will forget how cruel and hurtful you were. I hope this would be the last dance I'll share with you, Mister Bridgerton." Colin felt Penelope's cold treatment once again. He could see her conviction from the seriousness of her eyes. Penelope was serious. Serious in cutting off their relation, their friendship. He would no longer be able to share letters between her, no more exchange of wit on their frequent but short encounters. No more of her smiles to him.

Colin Bridgerton started to feel suffocated. His chest was hurting as if an invisible force was gripping him from the inside. No matter how loud the orchestra was playing their music, he could not hear anything. Penelope's icy voice was all that echoes onto his ears. Was this what his mother meant earlier? Was he afraid that Penelope Featherington will be by the hands of another, for him never to hold her dear anymore. Was he jealous, that he is not the one who have been calling and giving her flowers every morning? Was he truly in love with Penelope?

Before Colin could fully realize all the answers to his questions, the music had finally ended. Penelope had let go of his arms and was invited by her next dancing partner. Colin absent-mindedly stepped out from the dance floor and went to their garden. He needed a breather to think. God, he needed some air to breathe.

Chapter Text

An Invitation and A Letter

It has already been nine in the morning and yet, Penelope Featherington seems not to be able to get up from her bed. Two days had passed since the night of the Bridgerton ball, and everything that has occurred was all surreal for the ginger head. Lord Debling’s courtship had become official as the man had formally asked Lady Featherington’s permission, at the ball and yesterday at the comfort of their estate.

There was nothing else she could ask for, having an earl come calling for her and professing his eventual plans of marrying her, is something she had never thought to have experience of. But of course, Penelope was so delighted by the idea and so is her mother, Lady Portia Featherington.

The Lady Whistledown alter ego feels so happy with the progress of her husband search this season, she truly is. However, there was still the matter about her childhood first love, Colin Bridgerton. The third Bridgerton had expressed his annoyance when she shared to him the news of Lord Debling’s courtship. Which made Penelope think it strange for the man to have that kind of reaction. She has put a stop on Colin’s advances and efforts in making amends of their friendship, saying that she will put last year’s humiliation behind. Penelope knew it would be best not to encounter the Bridgerton boy as she needs to turn her focus and attention to Alfred Debling. She needs no necessary distraction if she so wants to develop Debling as a marriage partner.

But as it turns out, Colin had different plans as to disturb her peace even after being “forgiven”. The Featherington butler had handed the youngest Featherington daughter a letter after the post was delivered yesterday. The envelope has a red tree seal that secures its fold. A familiar seal that Briarly had been used to seeing for the past year. It was from no other but the third son living at the estate across the street, Colin Bridgerton.

It took a while before Penelope Featherington found the resolve to read the letter last night. For the past months, she never attempted nor dared to open any of the letters Colin had sent while overseas. She had instructed Briarly to burn them as soon as anything arrived with the sender’s name as Colin Bridgerton. Though the old butler never handed her any, he had told the young lady of their existence and asked twice before finally leaving them to burn and become ashes on the fireplace.

She took her seat at her writing desk as she gently unfolds the piece of paper that has Colin’s handwriting.

-x-

My Dearest Penelope,

I trust this letter finds thee, amidst the hustle and bustle of thy daily affairs. As I set quill to parchment, I find myself grappling with emotions I just realized concealed within the depths of my heart.

It is with a heavy heart and a humble spirit that I pen these words, for there is a matter of great importance that weighs upon my conscience.

This past year, I have erred gravely in my treatment of thee. Foolishly, I allowed pride and folly to cloud my judgment, speaking words that I now bitterly regret. When in the company of my peers, I may have uttered sentiments that suggested I would never entertain the notion of courting your hand. Oh, how I rue the folly of my immaturity, for it hath led me astray from the path of true happiness.

In your presence, I find solace and serenity. Your letters, a respite from the cares of the world. Your smile, like the sweet melody of a lark at dawn, brings joy to my weary heart, and your shared interest of my travels, hath warmed the coldest recesses of my being.

Now I cannot deny the truth that started to burn within me like a flame, for I have discerned I am deeply enamored with thee, Penelope. With every passing day, my longing for thee grows stronger, until it consumes my very being with an intensity that cannot be quelled.

Therefore, with all the sincerity of my soul, I implore you to heed these words of mine. Let not the misguided notions of the past cloud thy judgment, for I stand before thee now, baring my heart and soul in earnest supplication. Though I may have been oblivious in the past, I vow to make amends for my transgressions and to cherish you with a love that knows no bounds.

In thee, dear Penelope, I see not only the object of my affection, but also the greatest friend of my life.

Yours,

Colin Bridgerton

-x-

Penelope read the contents of the letter thrice and could not entirely make sense of Colin’s words. She refuses to believe that it was something of a love letter as it was very unlikely for the man to have feelings for her. But then she kept on thinking the second line from last that he had written.

“I vow to make amends for my transgressions and to cherish you with a love that knows no bounds.”

But then, the mention of her being a great friend of his. She can vividly remember him denying her as a woman; that she does not count as she was just a friend. Nothing more but a friend.

Was she to believe that Colin Bridgerton, one of the most charming men in London, and a member of the esteemed Bridgerton family, have come to develop affection for her? One that is more than of a friend or for a sibling. But looking back at what happened after her mama’s ball last season, there was never an opportunity for Penelope and for Colin to have any encounters. The latter had gone to Italy for his travels and she, alongside her family had taken refuge to the country where their Aunt Virginia lives. It is comprehensible to deem it unlikely for Colin to gather such intimate feelings for her. More so, since she had ceased to treat him in a friendly manner since this season started.

These lingering thoughts have kept Penelope Featherington awake till the late of night, making her unwilling to come out of her bedchambers despite the time past breakfast. Fortunately, there were no expected callers for the Featherington daughters as Lady Featherington instructed their butler to decline any visitors today as she had come out of town.

Before Penelope can lull herself back to sleep, Briarly knocked on her room and informed her of another letter.

“Miss Penelope, a letter has arrived for you. From a Lady Danbury.”

The youngest miss was surprised to hear who the letter was from. It was unusual to have the famed acerbic woman send a letter to their household, largely towards her directly. The only time they receive such correspondence from the countess was for social gatherings such as her annual ball. But that has already taken place on the first month of the season.

Penelope Featherington, immediately got up from her bed and opened up the door for their butler. She took the letter from the silver tray that Briarly had on his both hands. She took at a look at the recipient’s name and saw her name indeed. “Miss Penelope Anne Featherington”.

The young lady gently opened up the envelope, subtly rubbing her fingers on the wax that embossed with Danbury’s seal.

-x-

My Dearest Miss Featherington,

I trust this message finds thee in the finest of spirits and health. As the gentle breeze of spring graces our abode with its presence, I am reminded of the joyous camaraderie shared amongst kindred spirits. With this sentiment in mind, I extend to thee a most cordial invitation to partake in a delightful afternoon tea gathering at my humble estate.

Pray, join me this Sunday at 3:00 pm in the opulent drawing room of my residence, where the aroma of freshly brewed teas and delectable pastries shall enchant our senses. ‘Twill be an occasion for lively conversation and cherished companionship, as we bask in the warmth of friendship amidst the elegant ambiance of our surroundings.

I eagerly anticipate the pleasure of thy company, dear Miss Featherington, and I am certain that our time together shall be a resplendent affair worthy of your remembrance.

With warm regards and heartfelt anticipation,

Agatha Danbury.

-x-

Penelope was both excited and nervous at the same time. It was very rare for her to be able to speak and encounter Lady Danbury in a close manner. She had admired the old noble as she was able to set her own freedom and power in the society despite just being a woman. Lady Danbury had refused to remarry in spite of becoming a widow at a young age. The old lady had denied to have her freedom be taken away by the mere thought of marriage, thus making Agatha able to act on her own will and judgment, much to become an object of acclaim by some of the young ladies of rebellious mind from the ton.

But still, Penelope knew that she should hold her guard when in front of the Queen’s closest friend, if she so wants to hide her identity as Lady Whistledown. Everyone knows that Agatha Danbury has very sharp instincts and impeccable observation. A little mistake and Penelope might have her deepest secret revealed, which may lead to her execution from the Queen’s wrath.

“Oh, an invitation for a tea party.” Penelope says as to let Briarly know of the letter’s content. She knew very well that news of Lady Danbury’s correspondence will reach the ears of her mama. And so, before the dowager baroness asks her of it, Penelope purposely lets Briarly know what the letter is about so he can be the one to explain it to her mother.

“I’ll quickly put in writing my response Briarly, could you wait for a minute?” The butler just nodded as the youngest Featherington child took her quill and a piece of paper from her writing desk. She blew on the parchment to dry on the ink and gently folded it in three before finally slipping onto a blank envelope and putting her seal on the hot melted wax.

“Have this delivered before afternoon, Briarly. It would be best not to let the countess wait for my acceptance.”

“I’ll have it done as you ordered, Miss Penelope.” With that, the butler took his leave carrying Penelope’s response on the silver tray he had been holding.

Danbury’s Residence

“My lady, a response from the Featheringtons.” Coral, Agatha Danbury’s long-time maid and companion, came to the gardens to deliver the post to the lady.

“Ah, pray it delivers good news Coral.” Danbury was enjoying her embroidery at her gardens where she tries to breathe in the gentle wind of London.

She took the letter from her maid’s hand and smilingly reads it.

-x-

Dearest Lady Danbury,

Your invitation fills my heart with joy and gratitude. It would be my utmost delight to accept your gracious invitation to your esteemed afternoon tea gathering. The prospect of indulging in delightful teas and engaging in lively conversation amidst the splendor of your residence is a most welcome respite from the humdrum of daily life.

I shall eagerly mark the appointed time tomorrow upon my calendar and eagerly anticipate the pleasure of your esteemed company. Until then, I remain, with warm regards and heartfelt gratitude.

Penelope Featherington

-x-

There was no question that at that moment, Agatha had verified how smart and intelligent the youngest Featherington is. Her eloquence is truly commendable as her choice of words represents her elegance and nobility. It was no wonder that the Earl of Beverley had fallen for her. Even her Majesty, Queen Charlotte, had knew that there was something more about Penelope the first time she saw her. Agatha smiles in excitement as she could not wait to exchange words with the young lady by tomorrow.

It will be a very interesting afternoon, she thought.

Chapter Text

Tea Party

Though it was merely a few estates away, Penelope Featherington had taken their family carriage as she goes to the residence of the formidable Lady Agatha Danbury. She had been led by the housekeeper, Mrs. Coral, to the main drawing room where today’s host had already been enjoying the start of the afternoon.

Penelope quickly examines the room, yet subtly not to make it seem obvious to Danbury. The room had been given a lot of thought she noticed. The furniture, the wallpapers and the decorations were in shades of purple representing Danbury’s wealth and independence. She was quick to notice that there is also a familiar person sitting opposite of Agatha. That said person seemed to give her a warm smile upon seeing her enter the room.

“Good afternoon, Lady Danbury, Mrs. Bridgerton. It is truly an honor to be in the presence of such distinguished company. I trust you are both in good health and spirits on this fine day.” Penelope Featherington offered a deep and respectful curtsey to the two esteemed ladies of the gathering.

The two women warmly smiled back to welcome the young lady.

“Ah, Miss Featherington, dearest.” Agatha says, her voice carrying the warmth of genuine affection. “What a pleasure it is to have you grace us with your presence. Welcome to my humble abode. Pray, allow me to express my sincerest gratitude for honoring us with your company today.” She motions for the youngest Featherington to take her seat on the vacant chair between her and Violet Bridgerton. “I trust you shall find our gathering most delightful, filled with stimulating conversation and the finest of refreshments. Please do make yourself comfortable.”

The ginger head had politely taken her seat and glanced at the curate placed on the table. A lot of appetizing finger sandwiches, scones with spreads and mouth-watering eclairs were provided for the ladies to enjoy along with the tea. Penelope innocently smiled at the sight of such delights. Violet Bridgerton have of course, noticed this and shared a wink with Lady Danbury. After spending tea a countless time with Penelope, the Bridgerton matriarch had already known the latter’s preferences; sharing it with Agatha Danbury to help the dowager provide the best hospitality for the Featherington miss.

Agatha then poured the young lady some freshly brewed tea she recently had from China. Its aroma was a treat to their noses as the smell filled the room. “Miss Featherington, pray tell, how have you been faring as of late? I trust life has treated you more kindly this year.”

Violet had joined Danbury in inquiring how the young lady had been faring in life. It has been a long while since Penelope had joined in on her weekly tea gathering at the Number Five estate in Mayfair Street. “Do share with us your news, dear Penelope. It has been a while since we shared life over tea.” The Bridgerton matriarch smiles softly at the red-haired girl.

Penelope Featherington sadly smiled back at Violet. She had been intentionally skipping the invitations extended by the latter for tea time at the Bridgerton house, mainly to avoid Eloise and not to hear news or anything about Colin. “You can just call me Penelope, Lady Danbury.” The youngest Featherington smiles softly at the old woman. She picks up her tea and puts it near her mouth before she answered to their request.

“I must admit, life has been filled with its usual twists and turns, yet amidst it all, I find myself blessed with unexpected turn of events, my lady.” Penelope says as she sips her cup of tea.

Agatha looks at Penelope with her keen eyesight, as if scanning her whole being before having her mischievous smile painted on her wrinkled face. She began, with her tone gentle yet laced with curiosity, “That so? I heard you have gained a lot of suitors since the start of this season, would that be true?”

“Yes indeed, my lady. I may have to thank her Majesty for that.” Penelope shyly answers the question raised for her.

“Being proclaimed by the Queen as the jewel of the season might’ve helped Penelope, but surely those suitors have probably realized how kind and beautiful you are. A woman worthy of admiration, indeed.” Violet added, so to raise the young lady’s confidence and self-esteem.

“I totally agree with Mrs. Bridgerton, Penelope. Being an emerald, sure, is a title worthy of prestige. But having intelligence, wit and beauty inside and out, is something that would propel a true man to see how desirable you are for a marriage partner.” Agatha’s words made the young Featherington miss blush from her cheeks. She still has not been used to getting compliments, more so if it conveys her as one that is beautiful. But if those thoughts have come directly from the tongue of the famed lioness of the ton, it is something Penelope could totally believe. For Lady Agatha Danbury truly meant those words.

“Those words are truly kind, my ladies.” Was all Penelope could say, being humbled in front of the two dowagers in front of her. She helps herself on an éclair and delightfully savors the sweet taste of it.

But of course, Agatha’s mission on getting to know details about the young lady is not yet close to finish. She had waited for Penelope to consume the entirety of the pastry before coming to inquire her about a particular someone.

“Now Miss Penelope, I don’t mean to intrude but this lady had been curious about London's most eligible man. How does Lord Debling fare in your esteem? I have heard whispers of his affections towards you, and I cannot help but wonder how your heart responds to his courtship.”

Penelope almost choked on the lady’s query. She knew that being invited for a private audience with Agatha Danbury, means that she is to share news about herself. Knowing that Danbury has the Queen’s ears, it was only a matter of time for her to have an exchange of words with Her Majesty’s aide. Especially after becoming a jewel of the season. As the Queen is occupied at the royal palace, it is Agatha’s duty to be her Majesty’s eyes and ears as to what ever is happening inside high society.

“Forgive me if I speak out of turn.” Agatha added with a chuckle. “But ‘tis a subject of great interest amongst the ton, and I find myself eager to hear your thoughts on the matter.”

Violet nodded her head as to agree with what Lady Danbury had said. The two widowed mothers looked at Penelope with curious eyes, anticipating for her answer.

Penelope slowly speaks, her voice almost a whisper. Her gaze turns to the brewed drink inside of the cup she’s holding. “Lord Debling.. He has proven himself to be a gentleman of the highest calibre, I must say. His attentiveness and uniqueness have been a source of comfort and joy. He possesses a kind heart, a noble spirit and wisdom I could not compare, which are qualities that I deeply admire.”

“As we’ve spent time together, I’ve come to appreciate the depth of his character and the sincerity of his intentions.” Penelope added, a soft blush continues to grace her plump cheeks. “I believe Lord Debling to be a fine match, and I am grateful even just for an opportunity to be courted by him, imagining any possibility of a future together.”

“Truly, I am fortunate to have his attention and even a bit of his affections. I am filled with hope for what the future may hold.” Penelope Featherington glanced towards Lady Danbury with a heartfelt smile as she concluded.

Lady Danbury and Violet Bridgerton were at awe hearing Penelope’s confession. Agatha was overjoyed to hear that the Earl was able to advance his standing on the young lady’s heart. Whilst Violet was on the side of sadness as she then knew, that her son Colin, might never have a good chance to end up with the youngest Featherington. Violet dotes on Penelope Featherington as she sees her younger self on her; being a wallflower during her youth. Truly, she wanted Penelope to attain happiness. But there’s always a part of her that wishes for Penelope to find that happiness with her third born son.

“Oh my, dear Penelope. I am so truly happy for you.” Violet softly smiles at the red-haired girl despite having her heart broken. She holds Penelope’s arm and squeezes it ever so gently, letting her feel her maternal love.

“Why, thank you Mrs. Bridgerton. But I think it still too early to say that. Lord Debling and I just started courting. There is no telling, if he will continue to have interest in asking for my hand in marriage.” Penelope says as a matter-of-factly. Though Debling had already told her that it was his true intention, Penelope tries not to let her hopes up, as she still feels a bit insecure of their difference in status between her and the Earl of Beverley.

“Oh Miss Featherington! Allow me to assuage any doubts that may linger in your heart. From what I have observed of Alfred’s demeanor and conduct, his intentions towards you are as steadfast as the northern star.” Lady Danbury conveys her thoughts to Penelope with a reassuring smile.

Agatha continues, “I know the man for quite a time now. I have seen the admiration in his eyes, the tenderness in his gestures. He sees in you not only a woman of grace and beauty, but a soul worthy of his deepest devotion.”

Lady Danbury reaches out, gently grasping Penelope’s hand in a gesture of solidarity. “Fear not, Miss Penelope,” the dowager assures her, her voice soft yet resolute. “For if Lord Debling’s heart beats in harmony with you, then rest assured, his commitment with you shall weather any storm that may come your way. Trust in the bond that blossoms, Miss Featherington. For love, when true, knows no bounds and cannot be swayed by doubt or uncertainty.” Agatha offers a final reassurance.

Penelope Featherington’s features soften as she listens to Lady Danbury’s words, her doubts gradually dissipating like morning mist beneath the sun’s gentle rays. A sense of relief washes over her, mingled with gratitude for the wisdom and comfort offered by her esteemed host.

“Thank you, Lady Danbury.” Penelope murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with heartfelt sincerity. “Your words bring me comfort and solace in a time of uncertainty. I shall hold fast to your counsel and trust in the strength of Lord Debling’s affections.”

A smile, tinged with newfound confidence, graces Penelope’s lips as she meets Lady Danbury’s gaze with renewed determination.

The three ladies continued to enjoy the rest of the afternoon discussing other topics women of nobility enjoy.

Back at the Featherington estate

Coming back home, Penelope Featherington had skipped dinner with her family as she finds herself full from her outing at the Danbury estate. She had truly enjoyed spending time with Lady Danbury and Violet Bridgerton. At first, she was hesitant and awkward as she does not know why Agatha invited her to her residence. But as the afternoon went along, their discussions became pleasing and entertaining; talking about ladylike passions and pursuits, and of course gossip among the society.

As she changed into her nightgown and lays herself down to bed, Penelope could not help but recall today’s events. She had somehow expected that questions about courtship would be raised for her, as it was truly an ongoing mystery unraveled for the ton. But what makes the discussion striking earlier, was when Lady Danbury attesting for Lord Alfred Debling.

The old woman had said that she knew the Earl for a long while now, thus vouching for the man’s intentions. But since when did Agatha know Alfred? Alfred Debling had not been active and was invisible at the high society for the past years, letting the man be acquainted with only a few of the titled lords among the ton. Penelope was sure that even his late father, Lord Archibald Featherington was not aware of the identity of the Earl of Beverley. So just when did Lady Danbury knew of him? Was it from when he was not yet titled as the Earl, or from when he was but a child living in the far north territory of England? Penelope’s thoughts were running wild in her mind as she could not help but think of Alfred Debling.

She then remembered the gift that Lord Debling had given her on his second day of visit at their residence. It was a book describing all there is about Northumberland. She grabbed the volume from her bedside table and flipped the pages open, turning to where she had left it off the last time she read. She was almost done finishing the book, and Penelope could say that it was an interesting book, despite just being a guide to the northern place.

Penelope was able to learn about the customs, traditions and culture of how the people live on the English territory that borders that of Scotland. She finds it enjoyable as the writing was suited for a reader who would very much like to experience the sensation of travelling to the said place. A brief history had also been added on the pages so to show how important and how powerful a peerage Northumberland is.

She continued to read the printed work the rest of the night, as Penelope finds herself immersed in the knowledge being shared by the pages. As she goes along with the chapters, she can only imagine a child version of Alfred Debling playing along the magnificent landscapes that can be found in that northeastern part of England.

Half an hour later, she had already completed reading the rest of the book. But instead of having a relaxed mind to help herself lull to sleep, Penelope Featherington was left speechless and overwhelmed by the contents of the last pages of the book.

She could not truly believe it.

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Confession

It is almost past midnight and yet, Penelope Featherington could not fall asleep. Her mind had become worked up as she had repeatedly read the secret behind the book Alfred Debling gave to her. And for the fifth time for that night, she grabbed the volume and flipped through the last pages towards the end of the book.

For where there should be blank pages that were merely used to balance the folios that make up the book, she saw a handwriting that were so beautifully and delicately scribbled.

-x-

My Dearest Miss Featherington,

As I pen these words upon the blank pages of this book, my heart swells with emotions too vast to contain. From the moment our paths crossed, I have been ensnared by the radiant light of your presence drawn inexorably into the depths of your captivating gaze.

In your eyes, I see the reflection of a thousand stars, each one a testament to the beauty and brilliance that resides within your soul. Your fiery locks, like strands of spun gold, dance upon the breeze with a grace unmatched by any mortal coil. And though others may deem yourself inferior to that standard of society, in my eyes, you are the very embodiment of perfection, a vision of loveliness that steals my breath away.

But it is not merely physical allure that has captured my heart, my dear Miss Featherington. Nay, it is the depth of your intellect, the quickness of your wit, that sets you apart from all others. In your presence, I find myself challenged and inspired, eager to delve into the mysteries of life with you by my side.

Thus, with every beat of my heart, I am consumed by a love so pure, so profound, that it transcends the bounds of time and space. Miss Penelope Anne, my beloved, I beseech thee to grant me the honor of calling you mine, to walk hand in hand through the trials and triumphs that await us on this journey called life.

For it is with you, and you alone, that I find my truest happiness, my deepest fulfilment. In your arms, I have found my home, and in your love, I will have my salvation.

My lady, my dearest Miss Penelope Featherington, would you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife? Know that this request comes from the deepest recesses of my soul, and that I pledge myself to you with all the ardor and devotion that a heart such as mine can muster. Should you see fit to bestow upon me the privilege of your hand, I vow to spend every day of our shared existence striving to be worthy of the honor.

Yours, now and always,

Alfred Debling

-x-

Penelope still could not believe what was written down with Lord Debling's signature. She has already read it several times, memorizing almost all of the words on the page. Penelope tries to think what to do with the proposal. Sure, it was a proposal but an informal one as it has not been officially made to the lady of their household, Portia Featherington.

Should she tell her mama, and show this letter penned by Lord Debling? For the first time in all her years, being up in the marriage mart, Penelope Featherington had received a marriage proposal, from a titled lord no less. Tears of joy brimmed in her eyes as she continued to re-read the words written by Alfred. Her heart danced with delight, and her soul soared with an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Never before had she encountered such a declaration of love, so tender and sincere, written with such eloquence and passion. Lord Debling's words stirred something deep within her, igniting a flame of affection that had long been dormant.

As she traced the lines of his penmanship with trembling fingers, Penelope felt a warmth spread through her being, as if his love had enveloped her in a comforting embrace. In that moment, she knew without a doubt that Alfred Debling, the Earl of Beverley, had touched her heart.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Penelope Featherington clutched the book to her chest. She felt conflicted as the images of her first love Colin Bridgerton came to her mind. She had wished for years that the Bridgerton boy would have loved her and have feelings for her. Oh, how she hoped for the man to be the one in Debling's shoes right now. But at the same time, she had accepted that their relation will be nothing more than just as friends. And the letter that Colin sent her the other day just makes her more confused.

The next morning

Lord Alfred Debling and Penelope Featherington can be found promenading through Hyde Park. Taking a leisurely walk along the beauty of their surroundings, while at the company of each other. Penelope's arms were wrapped around Debling's as they meander along the winding paths, lost in conversation and laughter. The youngest Featherington steals glances at Alfred, marveling at the depth of affection that shines in his eyes. The two were being followed by Penelope's maid Lily, as the dowager baroness Lady Featherington was preoccupied with her own pursuits, indulging in a sumptuous repast at their family's tent.

As much as she smiles and shares laughter with him in the entirety of their conversations, Lord Debling could not help but notice the dark circles under the eyes of the woman he was courting.

"My lady, forgive me for noticing, but it seems there are shadows beneath your eyes. Have you been resting well as of late? Is there something troubling you?" Penelope sees the genuine concern in Debling's face as a hint of worry painted on the good-looking man's face.

"Oh, my lord." Penelope starts to say with a soft smile, grateful for the man's concern and caring nature. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Truly, there is nothing to worry about. It was merely a consequence of a late night, and I shall be sure to rest more diligently in the future." Her smile and her words had erased the worried expression showing on the earl's face. How can this man be so charming that even just a small movement on his eyebrows and slight curves forming on his lips, makes Penelope feel a sense of euphoria.

Before she could think of any improper things, Penelope turned to her maid Lily, who was walking five paces behind them. She reached for a book that was wrapped in a pastel pink ribbon. Holding it out to Lord Debling, the youngest Featherington continued, "There is something I would like to give you, Lord Debling. A promise you have asked of me previously." She gives the earl a sweet smile as she hands over a copy of Maria Edgeworth's Castle Rackrent. The book tells the story of four generations of Rackrent heirs and the sequential mismanagement of their estate, which is resolved through the machinations of the narrator's son.

There were a lot of books in the Featheringtons' library, but she was unsure what would befit the likes and personality of Lord Debling. Penelope knew better not to hand the man those that speak about romance, as it was unlikely for a gentleman to immerse himself in such composition.

As Alfred accepts the printed work, Penelope Featherington watches his expression with eager anticipation, hoping to see what this small gesture will make of his reaction.

Alfred swallowed, blinking twice as he saw his prospect handing her a literature. He remembered clearly that he requested for the young lady to lend him a book, only if she were to finish the one he had given her.

"Why thank you, my lady. I feel joy that my request is in your thoughts." He gently grabs the books by his free hand as they slowly stop their tracks. "By chance, have you finished reading the one I gave you?" Alfred nervously asks Penelope.

The latter innocently smiled saying she hasn't yet, but wanted to have him read something from her in return. "My apologies, Lord Debling. I still have a few chapters left.. I was thinking how it would be nice if we were to discuss our opinions and perspectives, when we both finish the book we gave each other, wouldn't you agree?" Miss Featherington felt so bad about lying to Alfred, but she was scared to tell him that she had already read his letter for a marriage proposal.

A pang of guilt pierces through Penelope as she witnesses the sadness etched upon Lord Debling's face. She could feel her heart ache with the weight of her unspoken truth, knowing that her omission has caused him disappointment.

But Alfred Debling is a person that has unwavering loyalty and perseverance. He smiled softly at Penelope, hiding away his low spirits and assured the red-haired lady what good of an idea her plan is.

"I would most certainly love to have that discussion, Miss Featherington." As they have already completed a lap around the park, the Earl of Beverley led them to sit on one of the park benches as he tries to speak something serious with Penelope. Their chaperone were still within their close proximity as Lily took her seat at the nearby bench from them.

As they take their seat, Alfred Debling took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and turns to Penelope; his gaze in earnest and sincere.
"Miss Featherington," he begins, with his voice tinged with uncertainty, "there is something of great importance that I must confess to you. Something that I have kept hidden for far too long." Lord Debling paused, gathering his thoughts but before he could continue, an unwanted hindrance appeared before them by the form of Colin Bridgerton.

"Ah, Miss Featherington. What a lovely day to see you." Colin bowed his head greeting Penelope, much to her dismay. She was irked to see the Bridgerton boy, more so since it was obvious that he disregarded her companion. Both Penelope and Alfred stood up from the bench to greet the newly arrived man.

"I'm not sure if you have met my lord, but this man is Mister Colin Bridgerton, younger brother of the Viscount Bridgerton." Penelope takes it to herself to provide the proper introductions between the two. "Mister Bridgerton, this is Lord Alfred Debling, the Earl of Beverley."

Alfred extends his hand for a hand shake, as what a proper gentleman should do. Colin hesitated as he felt animosity towards this suitor. But when he glanced at Penelope's irritated look, he gave in and squeezed the earl's hand gently.

"You must be the third Bridgerton, as I believe I have met the second born Benedict." Alfred casually says. Over the help of Lady Danbury, Lord Debling had come to know the news that transpired among the ton before he re-entered the society. He has learned how Colin has besmirched the reputation of the woman he's courting and has a theory that this very man may be the one holding Penelope's affections. But those things were not enough to cloud Alfred's judgement and prevent him from acting as a good-bred nobleman. He smiled at the Bridgerton boy welcoming his presence in front of them.

"Yes, indeed. It was nice meeting your lordship, but I was actually wanting to speak with Miss Featherington here." Colin brushes off the niceties of the man and turns toward Penelope, who now has a surprised and disapproving look on her face.

Alfred had one of his brows raised with Colin's audacity. But since he is merely a suitor, Lord Debling knew that he was in no place to dismiss the man's effort. He sadly looks at Penelope by his side, as he excuses himself to give space for them.

"Very well. I shall leave you two for your conversation, my lady. I shall be around the park should you require my company afterward."

As Lord Debling excuses himself and begins to walk away, a wave of sadness washes over Penelope, accompanied by a strong sense of irritation towards Colin Bridgerton. She could feel a knot form in the pit of her stomach watching Alfred retreat.

Penelope Featherington then turns her attention to Colin asking him what ever his purpose in disturbing her and the Earl of Beverley.

"Mister Bridgerton, what is it that you wish to speak with me about? You have interrupted a private moment, and I must admit, I am rather vexed for what ever the reason for your intrusion. I believe I had clearly told you last time that I do not wish to speak with you." Penelope's words were polite, yet there is a subtle edge to them; a reflection of the frustration and disappointment simmering beneath the surface. For in that moment, all she can think about is the absence of Lord Debling, and the desire to reunite with him once more, to ease the low spirits in his eyes.

As he felt the hint of irritation in Penelope's voice, Colin offered her a contrite smile, recognizing the disruption his intrusion had caused.

"Pen, I apologize for interrupting your moment with Lord Debling." Colin's tone was sincere as he meets her gaze. "But there is something of importance that I wished to discuss with you." He took a deep breath as he continues, "I must confess that I was taken aback by your constant lack of response to my letters. I understand your anger and disappointment in me, believe me when I say I will do everything you ask of me to have your forgiveness. But I felt compelled to express my intentions nonetheless, for if not now, I may never have another chance to do so." Colin said pleadingly.

With his eyes, staring intently at her to express his sincerity, he had uttered his intentions on courting his dear good friend. "Miss Featherington, I have realized it late, but I admire you and my heart yearns for your affection. I wish to court you in earnest. I understand if you need time to consider my offer, but I wanted to be upfront about my intentions and to seek your understanding in this matter."

Penelope Featherington could no more be surprised in hearing Colin's words. She had long decided to remove all lingering feelings for the man. And just as she was able to move forward, the said man comes running to her expressing his interest. She could feel a surge of conflicting emotions rise within her.

"Colin," Penelope started to speak, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resolve, revolting back to calling him by his Christian name. "I appreciate your candor, but I must be honest with you as well. Last year's events have left a lasting impact on me, and while I once harbored feelings for you, I can no longer ignore the damage that was done to my reputation."

She took a deep breath to steady herself and continued her speech while Colin was stuck frozen listening to her. "I have spent many months trying to move on from the hurt you caused, and I have come to realize that no matter how long I have loved you from the past, I can no longer entertain the possibility of a romantic relationship with you."

Penelope's words hang heavy in the air, reminding them both of the pain and disappointment that still lingers within the red-haired lady. Yet, despite the sadness that threatens to overwhelm her, there was a sense of liberation, a newfound clarity that allows her to see the path forward more clearly.

"Lord Debling has shown me only kindness and respect, and I believe his feelings for me are sincere." She added with her voice steady with conviction. "I have chosen to entertain his affection, and I hope you can understand and respect my decision."

As Penelope said all those words, it all pierced through Colin's heart like shards of glass. He felt a wave of guilt and remorse wash over him. The realization that she had loved him all along hit him like a ton of bricks, and he was overcome with a profound sense of regret for not recognizing her feelings sooner.

"P-Pen.. I.. I had no idea." Colin Bridgerton stammered, his voice laced with sorrow. "I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused you, for the damage to your reputation and the hurt I have inflicted upon your heart." Despite her rejection, Colin is still determined to right his wrongs of the past and prove to Penelope Featherington the depth of his love and devotion.

"Penelope, please.. I understand if you need time to heal, but I want you to know that my feelings will not waver. I will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness and prove to you that my love for you is genuine." Colin implored with every fiber of his being. He was resolved to make amends for the pain he had caused, to show Penelope his commitment.

For he realized that she is the one who holds the key to his heart, and he will stop at nothing to win back her trust and affection.

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A week had passed since Penelope Featherington went out to Hyde Park to promenade with her suitor, Lord Debling. Though the man had been vocal about his interest in her, he was unable to come visit and call on the youngest Featherington for the recent week as the latter caught up with a cold and fever. The dowager baroness had instructed Penelope to take her rest up on her bedchambers until any signs of ill would be removed from her person. After all, it would be such a shame if she, as the proclaimed jewel of the season, were to be missing on the Queen's mid-season ball.

Moreover, Penelope kept on repeating the events that took place at her leisure walk. Her conversation with Colin Bridgerton, him telling her his intentions of courtship kept on ringing in her head, making the headaches worse for the past days.

"Miss Penelope, a parcel has arrived with your name on it." Penelope heard her maid, Lily, knocking on the doors of her bedchambers.

"Come in." The redhead stood up from the settee as she could see the servant putting a large box at the edge of her bed.

"What is that, Lily?" Penelope asks her maid despite her idea on what the big parcel was. With its big rectangular size of a box, she gathered it may be a dress. But the pattern and the color of the said box were different from that of Madame Delacroix' shop.

"A dress, my lady." The youngest Featherington were not even surprised that their servant had already known what the content of the package was. For Penelope knew that with the nature of her mother; the baroness had already checked the delivery before it made its way to her.

"I do not think we have commissioned a new one from the modiste.." There was confusion from the redhead's tone.

"It was from a suitor, Miss Penelope. From a Lord Alfred Debling." Lily enthusiastically says. One could tell from the maid's expression how excited she is for her lady to receive such a grand gift from a wooer. "Should I open it, miss?

"I think we should." Penelope was also expectant to see what the clothing would look like. After all, it was the first time she received such kind of gift.

Lily removed the cover of the box and gently pulled the dress to lay it onto her lady's bed. It was a beautiful champagne blue ball gown. Its neckline was low yet relatively accepted within society rules. The design was highly elaborate but not too loud unlike the usual designs Lady Featherington imposes on her daughter's dresses. The fabrics used were of high quality; a combination of satin, velvet and silk with metallic trims. The hem of the dress was accentuated with beadwork and lace. The cut was exquisite, narrow fitting to the part where it would highlight Penelope's curves. Silver linings and butterfly embroidery were embellished on the bust area, giving a nod to the Featheringtons' family sigil. The waist belt also had pearls stitched to them. Lord Debling had also included an Ivory fan and a pair of gloves with the same hue of the dress' colors.

"Oh, Miss Penelope! It is so beautiful! Lord Debling must have a really good taste!" Lily blurted out happily. She feels thrilled to have her lady wear such an extravagant and glamorous dress for an outing.

"Yes, it truly is." Penelope was equally happy and astonished by the earl's gift. She thought that as long as her clothing would be freed from the obnoxious floral patterns of yellow, it can be considered pretty. But seeing such a magnificent garb in front of her eyes, makes her new wardrobe seem like plain dresses of a common folk.

"Oh, my lady. A note." Lily hands Penelope a handwritten note that was included in all the contents of the box. Penelope Featherington gently grabs it and a pink blush on her cheeks appeared soon enough.

-x-

My Dearest Miss Featherington,

I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirits. It has been a week since our last meeting, and the absence of your presence weighs heavily upon my heart. I find myself longing for the warmth of your smile and the light of your eyes, yearning to be reunited with you once more.

In the hopes of brightening your day, I have taken the liberty of sending you a gift – a gown of exquisite beauty that I believe will complement your grace and charm perfectly. It is my sincerest wish that you wear it to the upcoming Queen's ball, where I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you shine amongst the assembled guests.

Though we have been apart for too long, know that you are never far from my thoughts. My days feel incomplete without you by my side, and I eagerly anticipate the moment when we can be reunited once more.

Until then, know that you hold my heart in your hands, and that I remain ever devoted to you, now and always.

Yours faithfully,

Alfred Debling

-x-

Seeing that her lady's attention had been immersed on the note that she received, Lily excused herself as she put back the dress and stored it on its box, keeping it on Penelope's closet cabinet.

The youngest Featherington took the space on her bed, laying down on her back as she re-reads the handwritten note from Alfred.

"Devoted to you, now and always." That last line struck at her, knowing all of Alfred's efforts during their courtship. Though they were unable to meet and see eye-to-eye due to her poor health for the past days, Lord Debling did not miss to convey his thoughts to the redhead. He made sure to always drop by every morning to deliver fresh flowers and some of her favorite pastries. He has been diligently doing it by person instead of just having his valet do the errand. And she has come to know this since her mama and their butler, Briarly informs her of the earl's visits.

Suddenly, memories of their last meeting dawned on Penelope's recollection. She could not forget the sadness she saw in Lord Debling's eyes as he was forced to leave her in the care of another man. She had wanted to run back to him so as to not let their outing end at such point. But after her conversation with Colin, Penelope Featherington felt sick as if all the intakes she had since morning were trying to escape her lips. Thus, prompting her and her mama to leave the park and return home.

As she continues to ponder on the events of the past week, Penelope's thoughts inevitably drift to Lord Debling and the secret he alluded to during their last encounter. The memory of his words lingered on her mind, tantalizing yet elusive, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

"What does he have to confess, I wonder?" Penelope asks herself. Her brilliant mind races with possibilities, each one more intriguing than the last. "Could it be a matter of family heritage, a hidden connection to nobility or royalty that he has kept concealed for fear of judgment, or would it be a bastard child conceived out of wedlock?" These thoughts fill Penelope Featherington with a flutter of anticipation. She vows to seek out her suitor at the earliest opportunity, eager to unravel the secrets of his heart and to discover the truth that lies hidden with his words.

St. James Palace

A day passed and all prominent members of the ton have heavily prepared to attend Queen Charlotte's mid-season ball. Her Majesty had been bored for the last couple of weeks, as the only noteworthy social event she had come to take interest in, was the one hosted by her friend, Lady Danbury. For it was where she was able to see and pick a jewel from the rubbish pile of members of the ton. The ball is held at St. James Palace where the Queen herself and along the prince regent were confirmed to be in attendance.

All invited guests were expected to present themselves in front of the Queen upon their arrival to show respect, much to the Queen's delectation. As she takes this opportunity to either question, compliment or humbles her subjects in retort.

The prominent families from entire London had started to arrive at the dark hours of seven. Each of the family names, together with their representatives were called and announced by the Master of Ceremonies.

As expected, all eyes were focused when the Bridgerton name was called and presented. Led by Anthony, the Viscount, Violet Bridgerton, had her unwed children confidently approach her Majesty's seat. Queen Charlotte greets them impassively.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Miss Prudence Featherington, Miss Penelope Featherington and the right honorable Lady Featherington!" The doors of the palace hall opened wide to show the entrance of three redheads.

Similar to their close neighbors, the Featheringtons were able to gather the gazes of all attendees as they walk along the carpeted path towards her Majesty's seat. Portia Featherington could not believe all the attention they were getting. She knew it was because of her youngest, Penelope. Proclaimed as a jewel of the season, everyone is curious on what Queen Charlotte would have to say to the young lady. Alongside that, the redhead mama recognizes the astonishment of the ton as they see Penelope's appearance. Wearing the gown Lord Debling has gifted her, Penelope's look tonight was stunningly beautiful. The dress fits her curves perfectly, making a point of her assets to be highlighted. The jewels and pearls embellished on the fabric shines elegantly at the reflection of the palace hall's light, making the young lady glow more and radiant. Her hair was neatly fixed in an updo with a diamond tiara placed to fold her locks.

Everybody was murmuring on their places how enchanting and gorgeous Penelope Featherington is.

"Your Majesty." All three redheads greeted the royal in unison.

"Rise." The Queen says.

"Thank you, your Majesty." In good fortune, Prudence was able to avoid fainting as they were relieved of their curtsy.

"Ah, Miss Penelope Featherington. You grace us with your presence this evening." Queen Charlotte intones, with her voice carrying the weight of authority as she acknowledges the redhead's presence.

Her Majesty's stares settled at Penelope and could not help but be struck by the transformation that she had since their last meeting. Penelope's beauty, which has been overlooked by the past two seasons, now shines with a radiance that cannot be denied. With a rare flicker of approval, the Queen allowed herself to acknowledge her enchanting looks.

"Miss Penelope, you appear positively resplendent this evening. It seems the season's emerald has truly come into her own." Queen Charlotte's compliment hangs in the air, for it was a rare moment of praise from her who was known for her strict demeanor.

The surprised murmurs that rippled through the crowd attest to the rarity of such words, and she observed with satisfaction as the young redhead lady's eyes widened in astonishment at her unexpected approval.

"My... your Majesty." Penelope almost stammers, being momentarily taken aback by the Queen's unexpected compliment. She was caught off guard by those rare words uttered by the monarch, and she struggles to find a suitable response.

"Thank you, your Majesty. Your kind words honor me greatly, and I am deeply humbled by your approval." Penelope Featherington managed to reply, her voice trembling with a mix of astonishment and gratitude, all while giving the Queen another of her curtsy. Queen Charlotte satisfyingly smiles at her emerald as she lets the next group of attendees be announced.

Still reeling from the shock of receiving praise from the Queen herself, Penelope along with her sister and her mama steps back to give way for the next guests.

Half an hour later, the music can be heard echoing throughout the palace halls. Majority of all invited nobility had come in attendance and the dances for the program will soon commence. Penelope Featherington could not help but feel worried as she could not see a sign of Lord Debling's being. She knew from the note he sent her that he will be attending tonight's social gathering. She scans the crowd, looking for a golden-haired gentleman despite being aware that the Master of Ceremonies have not called the Earl of Beverley's family name yet.

"Penelope! Where have your eyes been wandering to? Are you trying to make yourself faint?" Portia Featherington inquires of her youngest as she sees Penelope's head turning left to right.

"Forgive me, mama. I was merely trying to look for Lord Debling, to see if he had arrived." There was a hint of disappointment on Penelope's voice. Despite Penelope's suitor not having his appearance yet, the dowager baroness was not showing signs of worry as she could see a few names listed on her daughter's dance card. Meaning, Penelope was still in demand among the interests of the ton's bachelors.

"That so? Well, it would be a shame if he will not be in attendance. All, with his efforts of dressing you up." Portia says as she casually brushes off her fingers on Penelope's dress, trying to fix the flow of her dress skirt which were wrinkled as they squeeze through the crowd.

Before Penelope could imagine unfortunate things that might have caused Alfred to miss the ball, the doors opened wide as the Master of Ceremonies announced the arrival of one esteemed guest.

Lord Alfred Debling, the Earl of Beverley, entered the Queen's ball and there was a hush that fell over the crowd. The officer, with a flourish of his hand and a voice that carried through the grand palace hall, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, his Grace Alfred Debling, the Earl of Beverley, and the esteemed Duke of Northumberland!"

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the assembled guests. Many exchanged bewildered glances, for the few times they have seen Lord Debling for this year's social season, they had only known him as the Earl of Beverley. The revelation that he held another, higher title sent whispers dancing through the room like gentle breezes.

Lord Debling, undeterred by the sudden attention upon him, strode confidently towards the Queen's seat at the head of the ballroom. His expression was one of calm composure and a dignified look on his face. As he reached the Queen, he executed a deep and respectful bow.

"Your Majesty." Alfred said, his voice carrying the weight of both titles he bore. "Forgive my tardiness. It is an honor to be in your presence once again."

The Queen smiled graciously, acknowledging his greeting with a nod. Lord Debling is one of those whom she and King George had been entirely fond of. Aside from growing up as a playmate for the prince regent, Alfred Debling is part royalty from her mother's connection as King George's cousin.

"You are always welcome in my court, Alfred." The Queen replied, her tone warm and regal. "Though I could not help but notice the whispers that followed your entrance. Pray, tell me, is there anything amiss that I should be made aware of?"

Her Majesty's words are delivered with a blend of concern and curiosity. From her seat, she could see her subjects slightly stunned by Debling's arrival.

Lord Debling's expression became more composed yet earnest as he answered the monarch. "Your Majesty, I must confess that the murmurs may stem from a recent decision of mine. I have chosen to introduce myself within high society solely as the Earl of Beverley, rather than revealing my full title as the Duke of Northumberland."

Alfred pauses as his gaze meets the Queen's with a sense of sincerity. "It was a decision made in the interest of maintaining a degree of anonymity and simplicity in my interactions, your Majesty. I hope you understand my intentions and find no offense in my choice."

"I am intrigued, young Duke. Pray, tell me, how were you able to conceal your true identity as the Duke of Northumberland from the prying eyes of high society?" The Queen's question is posed with genuine interest. She knew that the man had very few appearances at the parliament, mainly because of his role as lord protector of the northern border territories.

Alfred inclines his head respectfully in response to the Queen's inquiry. "Your Majesty, I have sought the counsel and assistance of Lady Danbury in navigating the intricacies of high society without revealing my true title." His voice remained measured and composed.

"Lady Danbury, with her wealth of experience and influence, proved to be an invaluable ally in guiding me through the social intricacies and ensuring that my true identity remained discreet." He continues as his expression conveys gratitude towards the Queen's trusted friend. "I am deeply indebted to her for her assistance in this matter, and I am grateful for the opportunity to re-enter society on my own terms." Lord Debling concludes, his tone respectful and sincere as he addresses Queen Charlotte.

The latter gives a glance towards the direction where Agatha Danbury stands. Meeting the gaze of the Queen, Danbury nods her head and smiles as the duke's secret was finally revealed for all to hear.

"I understand your reasoning, my dear. Indeed, as a man of your stature and influence, you would undoubtedly become the target of every matchmaking mama in London should they know that you are a Duke with ties to royalty." Gasping sounds from shock and surprise echoed loudly inside the hall as the ton learns that Debling has connections with the royalty.

Queen Charlotte briefly pauses as her gaze considers Alfred's predicament. "It is only natural that you would wish to avoid the overwhelming attention and pressure that comes with such unwanted advances. Rest assured, your desire for discretion is understandable, and I commend your foresight in seeking the counsel of Lady Danbury to navigate the complexities of society. May you find success in your search for a suitable wife, without the undue interference of overzealous matchmakers." Her Majesty concludes, offering him a reassuring smile.

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Public Confession

Alfred Debling nods respectfully to Queen Charlotte. His expression was filled with a sense of determination and sincerity. As the dances have not officially started for the night, all the nobles' attention were occupied watching the exchange between the Queen and the Earl of Beverley, whom they just found out that is also the Duke of Northumberland.

All the matchmaking mama's ears were fixed with the royals' conversation as the Queen had bid success on Debling's search for a wife.

"Your Majesty, I must say, I have already found my love amidst the ranks of high society." Alfred Debling declares with his voice being steady and resolute.

"Miss Penelope Featherington holds my heart in her hands, and I am resolved to pursue her affections with all the devotion and sincerity that I possess. I hope to have your blessing in my courtship of Lady Penelope." Lord Debling's gaze was unwavering as he speaks of his feelings for Penelope.

Penelope Featherington stood frozen amidst the swirling sea of silk and satin, her heart pounding in her chest. The announcement of Lord Debling's dual titles had already sent shockwaves through her, but now, as all eyes seemed to turned towards her, she felt a heat rising to her cheeks.

Alfred ' declaration of his feelings for her, made so boldly in front of the Queen and the entire assembly, took her completely by surprise. She felt a rush of emotions flood through her; astonishment, disbelief and a flicker of something warmer stirring within her heart.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she met Lord Debling's gaze, the weight of his words hanging between them like a delicate thread. In his eyes, she saw sincerity and a hint of vulnerability, a side of him she had never glimpsed before.

The Queen, ever observant, regarded the scene before her with keen interest. The courtiers around them whispered and exchanged knowing glances, adding to the tension that cracked in the air. Penelope's mind raced as she grappled with the enormity of what had just transpired. Lord Debling had long stated to her his intentions, but she never dared to hope that he will announce it in such a public and unexpected manner.

"Penelope Featherington?" Queen Charlotte's interest was piqued by Lord Debling's unexpected revelation. "The girl who carries the season's emerald? A most intriguing choice indeed." She studies Debling with a discerning gaze, silently assessing the sincerity of his words. Her Majesty had known Alfred since he was young. She knew that the man had a unique yet impeccable taste. And his determination and perseverance in all things would never fall short. Charlotte knew that the duke is a romantic and believes in love, never to cave in for a marriage of convenience. Seeing that the person he had fallen for is a lady who gained her interest as well, the Queen can only give her blessing and approval.

"If you have truly found love in the form of Miss Featherington, Duke Alfred Debling, then I wish you both every happiness. Love is a rare and precious gift, and it is not often that one finds such a connection in the complexities of high society. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors to win Miss Featherington's hand in marriage. May your courtship be marked by sincerity and devotion, and may Miss Featherington come to recognize the depth of your affection for her." Queen Charlotte's words were delivered with a tone of genuine well-wishing, coupled with a subtle undercurrent of expectation. As a member of the royal family, she understands the importance of alliances and the significance of a noble marriage.

With a gracious nod, she offers Lord Debling her best wishes for his future happiness before turning her attention back to the festivities unfolding around them.

After his audience with the Queen, Alfred Debling scans the crowded ballroom, his gaze searching for the familiar figure of Penelope Featherington amidst the sea of guests. His heart beats with anticipation, longing to find her and finally explain the truth that he had been keeping from her. Each passing moment fills him with a sense of urgency, driving him forward in his quest to seek Penelope's forgiveness and understanding.

Finally, his eyes alight upon her, her graceful figure standing amidst the throng of guests, her radiant presence casting a spell over the room. With determined steps, Lord Debling approaches her, his gaze filled with a mix of apprehension and resolve.

"Miss Featherington," he calls out softly, his voice carrying across the room, seeking her attention amidst the bustling crowd. As she turns to face him, he sees the flicker of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes, and he knows that the moment of reckoning has come.

Lord Debling took a step closer, inhales deeply, steeling himself for the confession that was too late to make. Portia, Prudence and alongside other ladies that crowded Penelope took a few steps back to give space for the duke and have his conversation with Penelope. Penelope, taking a glance at her mama, silently asking for permission, got a nod from her mother. They stepped away from the center of the ballroom, going to the balcony while Portia remained close by as to not leave them unchaperoned.

"My lady, I have kept a secret from you, a truth that I should have shared long ago." Alfred begins with his voice sounding earnest and sincere. His words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his guilt and regret. "I am not merely the Earl of Beverley, as you have known me to be. I am also the Duke of Northumberland.." Lord Debling's gaze was seeking absolution in Penelope's eyes.

"My lady," he continues, his voice tinged with sincerity, "I understand if my revelation has come as a shock to you. I should have been honest with you from the beginning, and for that, I am truly sorry."

He pauses, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "The reason I kept my true identity hidden was not out of deceit or dishonor, but out of a desire to protect you from the judgment and scrutiny of society," he explains earnestly. "I wanted you to accept me for who I am, not for the title I hold."

Penelope listens intently, her expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "Lord Debling," she begins, her voice soft yet resolute, "I am not angry with you. I understand your predicament, and I appreciate your honesty."

But even as she speaks, Lord Debling can see the doubt and uncertainty in her eyes, and his heart aches at the thought of losing her. "My lady," he pleads, taking her hands in his, disregarding propriety for the first time. "Please don't dissolve our courtship because of this. My love for you has nothing to do with titles or status. I love you for who you are, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Penelope's heart swells at his words, torn between her growing feelings for Lord Debling and her own insecurities. "Your grace," she whispers addressing his title correctly; her voice becomes barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know if I'm worthy of being a duke's wife."

But before she can say more, Lord Debling cuts her off gently, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Miss Featherington, you are more than worthy," he insists, his voice filled with conviction. "You are kind, intelligent, and compassionate, and I cannot imagine my life without you by my side."

As Penelope listens to Lord Debling's heartfelt plea, her apprehensions weigh heavily upon her. "Your grace, I appreciate your words, but you must understand my reservations."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the admission she is about to make. "I am but a third daughter of a lordless house, a mere wallflower in society's eyes," she confesses, her voice tinged with sadness. "And you, your grace, are a duke, an affluent and esteemed man. Our stations in life could not be more disparate."

Alfred Debling listens intently, his heart aching at Penelope's words. "Penelope," he interjects gently, his eyes pleading with hers. It was the first time he had address her as such. Penelope could not help but feel weak as she hears him call her by her Christian name. His voice was tender yet manly at the same time. "Do not let such trivial matters come between us. My love for you knows no bounds, and I am determined to prove to you that I am worthy of becoming your husband."

He squeezes her hands on his, his touch gentle yet determined. "I do not care about titles or wealth," he continues earnestly. "All I care about is you, Miss Featherington. Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were someone special. Someone who would change my life in ways I never imagined."

"You are full of grace and knowledge, your beauty transcends that of society and you are utterly enchanting. And in you, I see everything I could ever want and everything I have ever dreamed of for a wife. Penelope Featherington, you are the perfect wife for me, in every way imaginable."

Penelope's resolve begins to waver as she looks into Lord Debling's eyes, seeing the sincerity and devotion reflected in his gaze. "Your grace," she says weakly. "I... I will give us a chance."

As the strains of the orchestra's music fill the air, Lord Debling's heart swells with delight and relief at Penelope's decision to continue their courtship. With a newfound sense of joy coursing through him, he glances at Penelope's dance card and is thrilled to see that the first dance has not yet been claimed.

"My lady," he says with a smile, extending his hand towards her, "may I have the honor of this dance?"

Penelope's eyes sparkle with happiness as she places her hand in his, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Of course." she replies, her voice filled with warmth.

As Alfred Debling and Penelope Featherington glided across the ballroom floor with effortless grace, the eyes of the nobility and guests were drawn to them like moths to a flame. Their movements were a testament to their skill and chemistry, each step executed with precision and elegance.

It was then that the observers noticed the striking resemblance between the two. Debling's tailcoat, in the same shade of champagne blue as Penelope's ball gown, created a harmonious and complementary ensemble that accentuated their natural beauty and charm.

Together, they appeared as a vision of perfection, the embodiment of grace and sophistication. In that moment, they were more than just partners in dance; they were a symbol of everything that the ton aspired to be—refined, poised, and utterly captivating.

As whispers of admiration rippled through the crowd, it became clear that Alfred Debling and Penelope Featherington were not just any ordinary couple— for they were the emerald of the season and the most eligible bachelor among the ton, destined to leave an indelible mark on the annals of high society.

Meanwhile at the edge of the ballroom

"Ah, Lady Featherington. It seems our dear Penelope is attracting quite the attention tonight." Lady Danbury approaches the dowager baroness with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, her expression one of playful amusement.

It took a good minute before Portia Featherington could properly respond to the ton's formidable lioness. The redhead mama never knew that Lady Danbury was close enough to her daughter, addressing her by her Christian name. Seeing a lack of response from the baroness, Agatha gestured towards the ballroom where Penelope and Lord Alfred Debling were engaged in a graceful waltz, drawing the admiration of all who behold them.

"If Alfred's courtship of your daughter proceeds as well as it appears to be, you may soon find yourself the mother of a duchess, Lady Featherington." Lady Danbury continues to tease Portia with a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Lady Featherington's eyes widen in surprise at the implication of Danbury's words, a blush rising to her cheeks as she contemplates the prospect. "Oh, Lady Danbury. You do jest, surely!"

But even as she speaks, Portia could not help but feel a flutter of anticipation at the thought of her youngest daughter marrying into such a prestigious and elevated position. And as she watches Penelope and Lord Debling twirl across the ballroom floor, she allows herself to imagine the possibility of a future filled with grandeur and distinction.

Chapter Text

The Aftermath

On one of the corners of the palace halls, all members of the Bridgerton family can be seen gathered. They were also accompanied by the first daughter Daphne Basset, who is now the Duchess of Hastings. Despite being the center of attention most of the time, the esteemed members of the Viscount were relatively quiet at the time. At least three members of the renowned family could not react enough with the surprising turn of events.

Violet Bridgerton was equally happy to hear Lord Debling, or Duke Debling rather publicly profess his feelings to Penelope Featherington for all to hear. From their last tea party at Lady Danbury's residence, she knew the doubts Penelope has when it comes to Alfred. The Bridgerton matriarch knew that Debling's announcement would push the confidence and self-esteem of the redhead girl. How can it not be? The high-ranking Duke just made the young Featherington seem to be the most desirable woman in all of London. Silently, she congratulates Penelope as she smilingly watches her dance with Alfred Debling on a romantic display of Waltz.

As Eloise watches Penelope dance with Lord Debling from across the ballroom, a pang of sadness washes over her. Memories of their once-close friendship floods her mind, and she can't help but feel a sense of longing for the bond they once shared. Seeing Penelope Featherington, her best friend since childhood, on to the path of marriage fills Eloise with a mixture of emotions. She knows she should be happy for Penelope as she had finally turned from a wallflower to a lady in full bloom, but also a deep sense of loss and fear. The thought of Penelope moving to the countryside after marrying Lord Debling fills her with a sense of dread, knowing that their chances of reconciling and rebuilding their friendship would become even slimmer.

In the midst of these swirling emotions, Eloise realizes just how much she misses the redhead and how much she regrets the argument that drove them apart. She yearns for the chance to mend their friendship, to bridge the gap that has formed between them and to once again share in the laughter and camaraderie they once enjoyed. With those thoughts in mind, the brunette makes a silent vow to herself to reach out to Penelope. She knows that true friendship is a precious gift, one worth fighting for, and she refuses to let go her one and only friend without a fight.

Whilst the two Bridgerton ladies were somehow happy for Penelope, there was a wave of anguish that washes over the third son, Colin Bridgerton. Colin could not help but feel a sense of defeat as he witnesses the affection between Penelope and Lord Debling blossoming before his eyes.

Regret fills Colin's mind as he reflects on his past actions and the opportunities he missed to truly appreciate and cherish Penelope Featherington. He realizes, now too late, the depth of his feelings for her and the gravity of his mistake in taking her for granted.

Seeing Penelope in the arms of another man, a man of higher social standing and greater wealth, only serves to magnify Colin's sense of inadequacy and despair. He knows that he can never offer Penelope the same level of security and status that Alfred Debling can, and it breaks the third Bridgerton's heart to see her slip further and further away from him.

In that moment of despair, Colin wishes he could turn back time and undo the mistakes of the past. He longs to tell Penelope how much she truly means to him, to show her the depth of his love and regret for not realizing it sooner. But he knows that it is too late, that the chance for love and happiness with Penelope has slipped through his fingers, leaving nothing but heartache and regret in its wake.

At the middle of the dance floor

As they twirled gracefully across the ballroom floor, Penelope Featherington and Alfred Debling found solace in each other's company, finally deciding to cast aside the constraints of propriety to address each other by their Christian names.

"Alfred.. If I may ask.. why did you arrive so late tonight? Penelope asks Debling softly, her voice with concern.

Alfred Debling just smiled reassuringly at her as he stares at her warmly and comfortingly. "Forgive me if I caused you worry, Penelope. I never intend for any tardiness tonight. There was just news from the duchy that required my attention."

"Oh? Is everything alright?" There was more concern that painted on Penelope's eyes. Now that she had learned that Alfred is the rightful Duke of Northumberland, she could not help but be nervous if the man had to depart and take his way back to his territory. Northumberland is on the northern borders of England, she knew it would take a few days of travel from London. Thinking that she might not see Alfred for a while, bites a bit of sadness in her heart.

"Rest assured, my lady. Everything has already been taken care of. I won't be leaving London anytime soon. How could I, I couldn't even bear the thought of being apart from you, even for a moment."

Penelope feels heat rising up on her cheeks. Being a redhead, she can only imagine how she looks like a tomato right now as her face reddened up on her porcelain white skin. She felt a wave of relief wash over her at Alfred's words, grateful of his consideration and assurance, knowing that he would not be away for long days. "Thank you, Alfred. I appreciate you putting my mind at ease." She softly says almost whispering as they continue to dance along.

As Lady Agatha Danbury and Queen Charlotte observed Lord Debling and Penelope Featherington gracefully enchanting everyone in the palace hall, a knowing glance passed between them. Despite the obvious affection blossoming between the couple, the two most powerful women in London were aware that securing a marriage deal between the two had been a slow and arduous process.

"It seems our young couple is taking their time." Lady Danbury remarked, her tone tinged with amusement as she exchanged a knowing look with Queen Charlotte.

Her Majesty the Queen nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Indeed. But perhaps it is time we took matters into our own hands." Queen Charlotte respects Alfred Debling's ways of getting a wife. She fully understands his reasoning behind why, he had not disclosed his full title among the ton. She knew that Debling had hoped for a love match. He doesn't want to be taken advantage of his title and wealth and be stuck with a wife who only sees him for his rank.

But she knew Alfred since young, and as she is quite close with his mother, Queen Charlotte had been truly wishing for his happiness. Alfred is a dignified and virtuous duke for his title. He never once had abandoned his duties and put all his responsibilities first. He is gracious and devoted to all his tenants, loyal to the crown and a charismatic nobleman at the same time. If she and King George did not have any princes lined up to the throne, they would very much like to put the king's crown onto Alfred Debling's hands.

Lady Danbury's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to Queen Charlotte. "Agreed, your Majesty. We shall create opportunities and chances for his Grace and Miss Featherington to get even closer." Agatha whispered conspiratorially.

With a shared understanding and determination, Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte set their plan into motion, determined to play matchmaker and ensure that love triumphed in the end for both Lord Debling and Penelope Featherington.

The dances continued for hours as they relieve themselves with the hospitality of the Queen. Noble men were engaged with discussions about politics, business while the women were sharing talk about the new trend on dresses, gossip and topics about their own marital life. As the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of the festivities, the guests bid their farewells with smiles and laughter, their hearts filled with the warmth of newfound acquaintances and cherished memories.

The next day, as Penelope Featherington went about her daily routine, a servant delivered a letter to her door. With trembling hands, she opened it to find an invitation from none other than Queen Charlotte herself, inviting her to take part in a royal retreat at Kew Palace.

Overwhelmed with worry, excitement and gratitude, Penelope could scarcely believe her good fortune. She knew that this invitation was a testament to the Queen's favor and a recognition of her place in society. With a graceful heart, Penelope accepted the invitation, knowing that this retreat would not only be a chance to experience the splendor of royal life but also an opportunity to hear gossip that can be shared on her Whistledown column.

That afternoon, Penelope went to Lady Danbury's residence for an afternoon tea with Agatha and Violet Bridgerton. It had become a customary gathering to relieve themselves of boredom at the hour of three. As they discuss the events that happened last night at the Queen's ball, their conversation naturally turned to the unexpected invitation they had all received from the Queen this morning; a royal retreat at the Kew Palace. The three ladies exchanged curious glances, wondering aloud why her Majesty had extended such an invitation so soon after the grand ball the night before.

"It does seem rather sudden, doesn't it?" Violet mused, her brow furrowing with curiosity.

Lady Danbury, ever observant, merely sipped her tea in silence. There was a knowing glint in her eye as she watched Penelope Featherington's reaction to the discussion.

Penelope, for her part, felt a mix of excitement and bewilderment at the Queen's invitation. "I cannot imagine what prompted such a gesture." She admitted with her soft voice tinged with uncertainty.

Unbeknownst to Penelope, Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte had already set their plan in motion, orchestrating the invitation as part of their scheme to bring her closer to the duke.

"You need not worry, my dear. A retreat organized by the royal family is sure to be a delightful affair, filled with all manner of entertainment and diversion." Lady Danbury reassured Penelope with a knowing smile.

The young Featherington just nodded, though a flicker of uncertainty remained across her features. She could not shake the feeling that there was more to the invitation than meets the eyes, but she trusted Lady Danbury's assurance that everything would be fine.

Chapter Text

Royal Retreat

Queen Charlotte, bored of the season and with an ulterior motive in mind had decided to have a retreat at the Kew Palace, bringing along few notable members of nobility. Though their baron house is a lordless one, Penelope Featherington was fortunate enough to be included in the list of guests the Queen had invited. Sadly, the invitation was not extended for her mother and sibling much to Portia's dismay. Penelope was not even allowed to bring a maid with her as she was assigned to be under Lady Danbury's care. Not that she does not have any problem with the arrangement, but the redhead feels bashful to impose herself to the ton's lioness.

Soon, she found herself inside a carriage at the mercy of the famed Lady Danbury. Knowing that there are hours away from London to Kew, Penelope made sure to bring a couple of books to pass time. And as their ride rumbled along the humps of the road, Agatha Danbury observed Penelope Featherington with keen interest. She could not help but notice how unusually focused and immersed Penelope appeared. Her attention completely absorbed by the book in her hands.

Intrigued by this occurrence, Lady Danbury leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the young redhead. "My dear Penelope, I must say, it is uncommon to see a young lady so deeply engrossed in her reading.

Penelope looked up from her book, closing it subtly as she responds to the old lady with enthusiasm. "Oh, Lady Danbury. I just simply cannot help myself. I am learning lots from reading such books, and sometimes I feel as though I've been transported to another world entirely."

Agatha smiles indulgently at the young lady, pleased to see her taking such pleasure in reading. "Indeed, there is nothing quite like the thrill of getting lost in a good book. Now I see what makes you and Miss Bridgerton alike."

Danbury's mention of Eloise brings a pang of sadness into Penelope. She tried as hard as she can not to let her expressions betray her, but as observant as she is, it did not go unnoticed to the influential woman before her.

"Have you had any recent correspondence with Miss Eloise, Penelope?"

"No, Lady Danbury. We have not spoken since last season.." Miss Featherington replied hesitantly, her features momentarily clouded with uncertainty.

Agatha nodded thoughtfully, noting the tension in Penelope's voice. It was clear to her that there really had been some friction between the two young ladies, though she could not discern the cause.

"I see. Well, perhaps this retreat will provide an opportunity for reconciliation." Lady Danbury remarked diplomatically, deciding not to press the issue further.

Penelope Featherington just offered a small smile in response, though her expression remained guarded. Deep down, she knew that repairing her friendship with Eloise would not be easy, but she was hopeful that with time and effort, they could find their way back to each other again.

It took almost three hours before Danbury's carriage settled at the entrance of the Kew Palace. There were already a few prominent families who arrived earlier than them, Penelope could see the shadows of Cressida and her mother, the son and daughter of the Abernathys, the Smythe-Smith sisters, and from afar she could glance the Bridgerton Brood. Penelope Featherington took a deep breath as she tries to brace herself for a week of unknown yet exciting new events for her.

"Are you prepared, my dear?" Agatha Danbury asks the redhead girl as they take the steps towards the audience room. The thumping sounds of her cane stepping into the ground shows the command the famed lioness has over the ton. The other nobles who were also invited as guests for the retreat became onlookers as they watch the two ladies march towards the hall.

"I believe I am as I could be, Lady Danbury." Penelope nervously smiles.

"Don't worry child. Just imagine yourself spending the first week on the country during off-season. Treat this merely as a vacation." Agatha tries to calm the young Featherington's nerves.

"Miss Featherington, how nice of you to join us." Queen Charlotte says as the young redhead curtsies together with her close friend Agatha Danbury.

"It is a great honor to receive your invitation, your Majesty. Only a fool would think of to decline."

A satisfied smile formed on Charlotte's lips as she hears Penelope's response. From the moment she had a closer look on the redhead, she had known for her to be quite interestingly different from all the ladies of the ton. A young lady of substance and genteel, Penelope Featherington never ceases to amaze the Queen.

After their greetings to the monarch, Lady Danbury and Penelope blended into the other nobility that came for the Queen's weekend respite. As Agatha had known almost everyone, she had to stop and exchange pleasantries to each family that came into her vision. This left Penelope alone to tend to herself. As she does not want to mingle with the likes of Cressida and her cronies, the young Featherington walked outside to the gardens, sitting on one of the stone benches as she stares blankly at the bushes of blossoms that stood before her sight.

As the Bridgertons had also received an invitation for the Kew Palace retreat, Violet had tagged Eloise along hoping to increase her unwed daughter's prospects. Since Francesca had already been promised to Mister Stirling, she stayed back at the Bridgerton house to take care of Hyacinth and Gregory.

Seeing that her mama had taken her time to socialize with other mamas of the ton, Eloise took this chance to slip away and to look for a particular redhead. Upon hearing from her mother that Penelope had also been invited and will join the Queen's retinue this weekend, Eloise made it her mission to speak with her. She scanned the assigned drawing rooms, took a quick tour at the library and checked all the corners of the hall but were unable to see any hint of the young Featherington's pale skin and distinct red hair. She was starting to worry where Penelope might be, afraid that the young lady might have taken a carriage back to London until her own feet led her to the outside gardens.

And there she saw Penelope, sitting alone at one of the benches, with her eyes fixed on the fresh blooms the garden has to offer.

As Eloise approached Penelope, she felt a mixture of apprehension and determination swirling within her. It had been far too long since their falling out, and she knew that it was time to set things right.

Taking a deep breath, Eloise cleared her throat softly, drawing Penelope's attention. "Penelope, may I join you?" Eloise said with her voice tentative yet sincere.

Penelope looked up, with a big amount of surprise flickering across her features at the unexpected presence of Eloise. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then, with a nod of assent, she gestured for Eloise to take a seat beside her.

They sat in the quiet tranquility of the garden for a good few minutes, and it was Eloise who first felt the weight of their strained relationship pressing upon her.

"Pen.. I believe I owe you an apology." Eloise said softly with her voice filled with regret.

"I feel betrayed you know. You, of all people, know how I am consumed on unmasking Lady Whistledown! And it just dawned on me how foolish you might perceive me as I talk of her when in truth she was just in front of me all along.." Penelope felt the urge to say something in retort to what Eloise said, but remained quiet as to let her friend continue her words.

Eloise grabs Penelope by her hands, squeezing it ever gently as she shows through her eyes her longingness for her best friend. "I have uttered such harsh and regretful words last season and it took me a long while to realize why you had made it secret from me, your best friend! On why you had to publish me and Theo.. I know. You were just trying to save me from the Queen. I am a half-wit to not realize your action.. Oh, I am truly sorry Pen.. I truly am such a bad friend. I did not even think of your thoughts."

"Would you forgive me?"

Penelope's gaze softened as she turned to face Eloise, her heart heavy with remorse. Both of them have started to water their eyes. "Of course I forgive you Eloise. You are my most important friend and I love you. And I owe you an apology as well." Penelope admitted with her voice barely above a whisper.

"I should have been honest with you from the start. I started Whistledown with no intention to hurt anybody whom I love dear. It was just merely.. my way of justifying my existence on this society. With Whistledown I was able to let myself heard despite being a wallflower that nobody cares to give even a slight attention.."

"I have hurt you Eloise, and that I truly am sorry. May we be friends again?"

"Of course, Pen! That's the only thing I wish! I realize now that I was too quick to judge you, I didn't understand why you did what you did. But spending the off-season at Aubrey hall made me ponder on all things. Oh, Penelope I have missed you terribly!" Eloise hugged her friend tightly, showing her the sisterly affection she had long to share with the redhead.

"Will you come join us for tea again at the Bridgerton house?"

Penelope was taken aback with Eloise's question. Their falling out was the main reason she had been declining and not attending the daily afternoon tea time with the Bridgerton ladies across their home. But now that she and Eloise have reconciled, there is supposed to be no more reason for her to make excuses.

"Oh, Eloise.. I would love to but.."

"Is it because of Colin? I sure wish to strangle him to death during his sleep!"

Penelope dryly smiles at the exuberant attitude of Eloise Bridgerton. She had truly missed the brunette and feels a deep feeling of joy for now they have reconciled.

"Please extend my apology to Violet. I know she had constantly sent me invitations. I was only a bit busy with daily affairs, making it difficult for me to visit your house."

"Oh. Is it because of the suitors? Oh you must tell me about them! All this time I have been dying to hear how these tales of romance had entrapped my dear friend."

Penelope chuckles with Eloise' show of excitement.

Chapter Text

A Brawl

On the second day of the retreat, all the noble men invited as guests arrived at Kew Palace. It was deliberately arranged by the Queen's party that the ladies of the ton should arrive a day early, so to have a private ladies' soiree on the first evening.

The esteemed Bridgerton sons arrived together by their carriage with the exception of the Viscount, Anthony Bridgerton, as he remained to stay at the Bridgerton House, to help her new viscountess in taking care of his younger siblings who were too young to attend the royal gathering. Colin and Benedict went straight ahead to greet Violet and Eloise who were just outside the foyer waiting on them. The two men were quick to give their mother a kiss on her cheek as they greet her for their arrival.

"Hello, mother. Your beauty and radiance sure are blinding." Benedict says towards the Bridgerton matriarch which irks his sister to annoyance.

"Ugh. Must you show our mother how terrible a flirt you are?" Eloise rolls her eyes at the sight of her two older brothers.

"Good morning to you too, dear sister." Benedict just playfully responds.

Most of the days, the Bridgerton sons' arrival hoards the attention of the ladies in any event they attend to, however at that bright morning in the royal residence of Kew palace, the tides of fame seem to switch to another individual being.

A luxurious carriage stops at the carriageway of the royal estate. As Duke Alfred Debling stepped down from the carriage, the grandeur of his presence immediately captivated the attention of all who beheld him. Dressed impeccably in the finest regal attire, he exuded an air of aristocratic elegance and refinement that commanded respect and admiration worthy of his title. Even while known only as the Earl of Beverley, he had already taken the nobility's attention as a handsome, well-mannered and charming gentleman. But as the ton knows of his true lineage, they could never deny the charisma, the confidence and the masculinity Debling exudes that are worthy from that of a relative of the reigning king.

His coat of arms, proudly displayed upon his carriage and emblazoned upon his attire, depicted the duchy's flag surrounded by a majestic lion and a resolute took, both sporting the flags of their allegiance. It was a symbol of his noble lineage and unwavering loyalty to crown and country.

Alfred made his way towards the direction for the inner palace, his every movement displayed his manly confidence and grace, drawing the eyes of not just all the ladies present, but the envious looks of the other bachelors as well. His noble form was a testament to his status as one of the most esteemed and eligible bachelors of the ton, a man of wealth, power and influence, which makes him an explosive threat against other men looking to snag a match this season.

With a polite nod and a charming smile, Duke Debling acknowledged the admiring glances of the ladies, his gaze lingering briefly on each one as he made his way through the crowd until he spotted the person of his destination – Miss Penelope Featherington who, at that time was accompanied by Lady Agatha Danbury.

He approached the two with measured steps, giving a respectful nod to Lady Danbury and a warm smile for Penelope, the noble lady he was courting with.

"Good day, Lady Danbury, Miss Featherington." Alfred greets the two with a courteous bow. His voice was smooth and composed, almost music to the ladies' ears. "It is a pleasure to see you both in such fine spirits."

Lady Danbury, serving as an aide for the Queen's hospitality, return Duke Debling's greeting with a gracious smile. "Good day, your Grace. We are delighted to see you join the ton here at Kew Palace." Agatha acknowledges the man's station with her tone warm and welcoming.

Penelope, on the side offers Alfred a polite curtsy with her eyes brightening at the site of her suitor. "Good day, your Grace. It is a pleasure to see you again." She says with her soft voice filled with genuine warmth.

Duke Debling extends his right arm, politely asking for the redhead's hand which Penelope graciously offers. He softly plants a kiss on her knuckles as he returns the greetings with a charming smile. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Lady Danbury, Miss Featherington. I trust you both are enjoying the festivities of the day?" He replies. Though there was a mutual agreement between him and Penelope to address each other casually, Alfred maintains proper decorum and etiquette when there are others in their presence.

Agatha just nods in agreement as she replies to the dashing duke. "Indeed, your Grace. This royal retreat promises to be quite a splendid affair."

"Yes, it is a wonderful opportunity to enjoy the beauty of Kew Palace and the company of esteemed guests such as yourself, your Grace." Penelope chimes in.

Duke Debling's smile widens at Penelope's words, a flicker of something more in his eyes as he looks at her. "I could not agree more, Miss Featherington. I am truly honored to be in such esteemed company." The three of them fall into easy conversation, their words flowing effortlessly as they enjoy each other's presence which had gained whispers and murmurs among those who can see them close and afar.

Benedict Bridgerton, ever the witty elder brother, leans into Colin with a playful smirk as he catches the latter's gaze fixed on the direction of Duke Debling and their good friend Penelope Featherington.

"Colin, my dear brother. If your stare were venomous, I dare say the duke would have long been reduced to a puddle on the floor."

Colin rolls his eyes at Benedict's jest, but there is a hint of sheepishness in his expression as he glances away. "Oh, do hush, Benedict. I was merely.. observing." He retorts.

Eloise, their spirited younger sister could not resist joining in on their banter. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teases Colin mercilessly. "Observing, you say?" Her tone was playful yet pointed. "More like pining, if I recall correctly. Or have you forgotten your past antics towards poor Pen last season?"

Colin's cheeks flush slightly at his siblings' teasing. He shifts uncomfortably under Eloise's gaze. "I hardly think my actions last season are relevant to the present." He protests weakly, though there is a guilty edge to his tone.

Benedict chuckles at his younger brother's discomfort, though there is a warmth in his expression as he looks at Colin. "Come now, Colin." He says as he claps a hand on his brother's shoulder. "We all make mistakes. What matters is how we make it right and move forward from them."

Eloise nods in agreement, her expression softening into one of affection. Though she greatly despises her brother's words towards her best friend, Eloise still hopes for them to reconcile. She wanted to have no more reason for Penelope to avoid coming in to their house and spend time with her. "Indeed. And who knows? Perhaps this season will present an opportunity for you to make amends with Penelope."

Colin's gaze flickers back towards where Duke Debling and Penelope stand, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Perhaps." He murmurs.

That afternoon, the prominent members of the ton were scattered around the garden for a gathering party. Whilst the women were occupied by tea and biscuits, the men were on the other side conversing about business, politics and topics exclusive for their gender.

Lord Fife, one of the famous rakes in high society, leans casually against the refreshment table, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he engaged in conversation with Colin Bridgerton and the other men gathered around.

"So, Bridgerton," Fife began, his tone dripping with amusement. "I could not help but notice your sudden interest in Miss Featherington. Quite a change from your previous sentiments, wouldn't you say?" Fife comments as he had observed how the third Bridgerton had been taking a glance towards the young Featherington's direction from time to time.

Colin's jaw tightened at Fife's words, his discomfort was evident as he shifted uneasily on his feet. "I fail to see how my past statements are relevant to the present, Fife." He replied tersely, his gaze flickering towards Penelope across the garden.

Fife chuckled, ignoring Colin's obvious discomfort as he continued with his crude remarks. "Ah, but my dear Bridgerton. It seems Miss Featherington has undergone quite the transformation. Her new wardrobe certainly does wonders for her figure, wouldn't you agree? To think that she had hidden such a desirable bosom under those disgusting yellow dresses." Fife remarked with his tone laden with innuendo.

The other men chuckled at Fife's comment, their laughter mingling with the clinking of champagne glasses. Colin's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration mounting with every passing moment.

"And let's not forget her recent conquest." Fife added with a smirk, gesturing towards Duke Debling who stood nearby. "Seems our dear Miss Featherington has quite the talent for capturing the attention of dukes."

Before Fife could utter another word, the atmosphere was shattered by the sudden appearance of Alfred Debling, who came rushing towards their group with a look of fury in his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, Duke Debling delivered a powerful punch to Fife's face, sending him crashing to the ground. "You, you apologize to Miss Featherington this instant!"

The garden erupted into chaos as Fife retaliated, launching himself at Duke Debling and igniting a brawl that quickly drew the attention of everyone present. The sound of raised voices and shuffling footsteps filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clash of fists and grunts of exertion.

Amidst the commotion, the ladies who were at the other side enjoying their tea, turned towards the disturbance with wide eyes and gasps of surprise. One of the groups who were quick to see the scene was led by Lady Danbury, Violet and her daughter Eloise Bridgerton, and Penelope Featherington. Their attention torn from their previous conversation, they watched in shock as the brawl unfolded before them, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief.

Benedict Bridgerton, ever the voice of reason, arrived at the scene after his mother and sister, and quickly moved to intervene, attempting to pull Duke Debling and Lord Fife apart before the situation could escalate further. His efforts were met with resistance as the two men continued to exchange blows, their tempers flaring with each passing moment.

Amidst the chaos, Penelope watched in stunned silence, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and concern for Duke Debling's safety. Beside her, Lady Danbury and Violet Bridgerton exchanged worried glances, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation unfolding before them.

Lady Danbury, with her strong voice echoing at the open space of the garden, took a step forward and thumped her cane, her sharp gaze cutting through the developing chaos. "Enough!" She commanded, her voice ringing out with authority. "This behavior is unacceptable. Cease this madness at once!"

As her words echoed across the garden, the fighting gradually came to a halt, Duke Debling and Lord Fife casting wary glances at one another as they began to pull their punches away. The tension in the air was palpable as the group of ladies exchanged concerned looks, their thoughts racing with the events that had just transpired.

Duke Debling's eyes blazed with fury as he stood over Lord Fife, who lay sprawled on the ground after receiving a forceful blow. His voice, low and menacing cut through the chaos of the brawl as he addressed Fife directly.

"You dare besmirch the honor and reputation of Miss Featherington with your vile words?" Alfred Debling's tone was cold and unforgiving, his anger palpable in every word. "You will apologize to her this instant, or I swear by my title as Earl and Duke of Northumberland, I will see to it that you rue the day you ever uttered her name in such a disrespectful manner."

Lord Fife scrambled to his feet, his face pale with fear as he faced the wrath of the enraged duke. He felt the seriousness of Alfred'd anger, and Fife knew better that if he so much wants to live, he would have to heed the duke's words. Lest his head will be served on a silver platter to the Queen. "I-I apologize, your Grace." He stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "It was in poor taste, I assure you. I meant no offense. I will be sure to apologize to Miss Featherington."

Duke Debling's gaze bore into Fife's, his expression unrelenting as he issued his final warning. "See that it never happens again, or I will not hesitate to use my power and influence to ensure that you suffer the consequences of your actions."

With that, Debling turned on his heel and strode away, his anger simmering beneath the surface. As he passed by Penelope Featherington, he caught sight of her shocked and bewildered expression, and a pang of shame shot through his heart. He had not wanted her to witness such a scene, to see him lose control in such a manner. Shame washed over him at the sight of Penelope, for her innocence and dignity underserving of such vulgar treatment.

Without a word, Duke Debling swiftly departed from the garden, his heart heavy with remorse for the spectacle he had caused. As he disappeared from view, murmurs and whispers erupted among the onlookers, their discussion filled with speculation about the unexpected confrontation between the two gentlemen.

Meanwhile, Penelope Featherington stood frozen in disbelief, her thoughts swirling with confusion and dismay. She couldn't understand what had just transpired, but one thing was clear: Duke Debling's actions had left an indelible mark on her heart, igniting a newfound respect and admiration, deepening more of her feelings for the nobleman who had defended her honor with such fierce determination.

Chapter Text

Repercussions

Lady Danbury, her expression stern and commanding, turned to those who had witnessed the brawl in the garden, her eyes ablaze with curiosity and concern. For this was the one of the rarest times that Duke Alfred Debling showed his outburst. "I demand an explanation." The lioness declared, her voice cutting through the murmurs and whispers that filled the air. "What has transpired here? Why have two noblemen of high society resorted to such ungentlemanly behavior for all to see?" Agatha demands an answer for her to be prepared what to tell the Queen once news of the Duke launching onto a fistfight reaches the royal's ears.

Colin Bridgerton, feeling the weight of Lady Danbury's scrutiny upon him, stepped forward with a sense of trepidation. "Lady Danbury," the third Bridgerton boy began, his voice tinged with unease. "It all started with Lord Fife."

Lady Danbury's brow furrowed in displeasure as she listened to Colin's account, her disapproval evident on her aged face and her expression was growing more severe with each passing moment. "Go on." Agatha prompted with her tone ever sharp with expectation.

Colin's voice was hesitant as he recounted the crude remarks and inappropriate comments made about Penelope. "He was making disparaging remarks about Miss Featherington, insinuating... things that were not fit to be spoken aloud." All eyes were then turned towards the dirtied face of Fife who were now able to stand to his feet.

Lady Danbury's eyes narrowed in displeasure as she continued to listen to Colin's account, her disapproval still evident. "And how did Duke Debling become involved?" she interjected, her tone sharp with concern.

Colin swallowed nervously, acutely aware of the gravity of the situation as he continued to recount the events that had led to the altercation. "Duke Debling arrived just as Lord Fife was making his remarks.. He overheard what was being said and.. well, he reacted." Colin explained as his voice tinged with regret.

Lady Danbury's expression softened slightly as she absorbed Colin's explanation, though her disapproval still not being removed on her features. "And what did Duke Debling do?" she pressed, her tone expectant.

Colin hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground as he recounted the confrontation between Duke Debling and Lord Fife. "He gave Fife a blow and demanded that Fife apologize to Miss Featherington," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fife did no such thing and returned a punch for the duke."

Lady Danbury's brow furrowed in concern as she processed Colin's words, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon her shoulders. "This is most distressing," she murmured, her tone filled with regret. "But I suppose we cannot fault Duke Debling for defending Miss Featherington's honor."

"Lord Fife," Lady Danbury addressed him sternly, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. "Is this true? Did you make such disparaging remarks about Miss Featherington?"

Lord Fife, visibly chastened by the attention and the weight of his actions, nodded hesitantly. "I... I apologize, Lady Danbury." He admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I meant no harm. It was thoughtless of me."

A heavy silence fell over the garden as Lord Fife's apology hung in the air, the gravity of his words sinking in among the assembled guests. Lady Danbury's expression softened slightly as she regarded him, her disappointment tempered by a sense of understanding.

"See that it does not happen again," she admonished him firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Such behavior is unbecoming of a gentleman."

With a nod of acquiescence, Lord Fife offered a final, apologetic glance in Penelope Featherington's direction before retreating from the gathering, his head bowed in contrition.

As the tension in the garden began to dissipate, Lady Danbury turned her attention back to the other guests, her stern gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Let this be a lesson to us all," she declared, her voice ringing out with authority. "Respect and civility are the hallmarks of our society. Let us not forget them."

And with those words, the incident was concluded, though the memory of Duke Debling's impassioned defense of Penelope Featherington's honor would linger in the minds of all who had borne witness to it.

As the commotion in the garden began to settle and the guests dispersed to resume their activities, Eloise Bridgerton approached her older brother Colin with a stern expression and her disappointment was fully evident in her eyes.

"Colin, I cannot fathom why you did not step forward to defend Penelope's honor when surely, Duke Debling did." Eloise's voice was tinged with reproach as she talks to her brother.

Colin shifted uncomfortably under his younger sister's gaze, a pang of guilt stirring in his chest as he struggled to find a response. "I.. I didn't know what to do. I froze." He admitted sheepishly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Benedict Bridgerton, who had been observing the exchange, stepped forward to join the conversation, his expression solemn. "Eloise is right, brother. As gentlemen, it is our duty to uphold the principles of honor and decency. Duke Debling may have taken the lead, but that does not absolve us of our responsibility." He added with his gentle but firm tone.

Colin's shoulders slumped in defeat as the weight of his inaction settled upon him. He knew his siblings were right, and he felt the sting of shame at his own cowardice. "You're right. I should have done more." He conceded with regret.

Eloise and Benedict shared a knowing glance with concern for their brother. "It's never to late to do better Colin." Eloise reassured him. "But you must learn from this experience and strive to be a better man in the future."

Benedict can only nod in agreement. There are times that their rebellious and spirited sister becomes a lady full of wisdom, and right now, she is just that. With a nod of understanding, Colin resolved to heed his siblings' advise and to make amends for his lapse in judgment. Though the incident had been a humbling one, he had become more determined to prove himself worthy of the title of gentleman and uphold the values of honor and integrity in all his actions moving forward. Especially if it involves Penelope Featherington.

Lady Danbury observed Penelope Featherington's still surprised expression and, sensing her unsettled state, invited her for a walk to discuss the events that had just transpired. As they strolled through the gardens, Lady Danbury inquired gently about Penelope's feelings, recognizing that she might be feeling responsible for the altercation.

"Penelope my dear." Lady Danbury began, her voice soft and comforting, "How are you feeling? I can see that you're still quite taken aback by what happened."

Penelope hesitated for a moment before responding, her thoughts still swirling with confusion and uncertainty. "I... I'm not sure." She admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I never expected things to escalate like that."

Lady Danbury nodded understandingly, her gaze gentle as she regarded Penelope. "You must understand, my dear, that Duke Alfred Debling is not a violent man by nature." She explained, her tone reassuring. "What you witnessed was a rare display of his protective instincts, particularly when it comes to those he cares about."

Penelope listened attentively as Lady Danbury shared insights into Duke Debling's character, her curiosity piqued by the glimpse into his past. "Did you know him when he was younger?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Lady Danbury smiled knowingly, recalling memories of Alfred Debling's childhood. "Indeed, I did." She confirmed, her voice tinged with fondness. "Alfred inherited his dukedom at a remarkably young age, just sixteen years old, if memory serves. He had to shoulder the responsibilities of being Duke of Northumberland and Earl of Beverley after his father's untimely passing."

Penelope's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation, her admiration for Duke Debling growing with each detail Lady Danbury shared. "He sacrificed his studies at university to protect his family and their lands." Lady Danbury continued, her tone filled with admiration. "He took on the role of guardian for his mother and their estate, facing challenges that would have daunted men twice his age."

Lady Danbury, her voice tinged with admiration, continued to share tales of Duke Alfred Debling's courage and strength as she walked alongside Penelope. "You see, Penelope.." She began, her tone resolute, "Alfred Debling is a man of exceptional bravery. He has faced adversaries far fiercer than Lord Fife on many occasions."

As they strolled through the serene surroundings of the palace grounds, Lady Danbury recounted stories of Duke Debling's valor in defending the northern border territories against foreign invaders. "He has led his men into battle countless times." She explained, her words resonating with reverence. "His unwavering dedication to protecting his people knows no bounds.

Penelope listened intently, her initial apprehension gradually giving way to a sense of reassurance. Lady Danbury's accounts painted a vivid picture of Duke Debling as a formidable and capable leader, instilling a newfound sense of confidence in Penelope's heart.

"And rest assured, my dear." Lady Danbury continued, her tone soothing, "Alfred Debling is in excellent physical health. A mere scuffle with Lord Fife is unlikely to have left any lasting harm."

Penelope nodded, her mind finally at ease as she absorbed Lady Danbury's words of wisdom. With each step they took, she felt a growing sense of admiration for the man who had come to her defense so gallantly.

"My lady, may I go visit him? I just want to make sure he's fine." Penelope asks the matron for permission. As she is Agatha's ward for the week, the senior matron must be fully aware on all of her accounts.

"Of course, my dear. I believe a visit from you would be most welcome."

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A Vulnerable Gentleman

Lady Danbury and Penelope Featherington went inside the inner palace and walked towards the guest wing where Duke Debling's bedchambers would be. Penelope knocked on his door but there was no response from the other side. She looked back at Agatha silently asking her what to do next. Lady Danbury then knocked three times before introducing herself.

"Alfred, it is I Lady Danbury." It took a few seconds before they could hear the faint sound of the duke's voice.

"Come in."

As Lady Danbury and Penelope entered Duke Debling's bedchambers, they found him attempting to bandage his hand. There was a look of sadness and shame that clouds his features. The two ladies inquired about his well-being, expressing their concern for the man.

With a weary sigh, Duke Debling acknowledged their presence. "I am.. managing, my ladies." He replied with his gaze flickering between the two women. Fatigue was evident on his voice. Alfred was dressed less formally as he had removed his coat and vest, his cravat freed from his neck, leaving him clad only with his white shirt and breeches. Despite being dressed down, he still looked handsome and charming save the scratches and wounds on his manly body.

Upon seeing Duke Debling's disheveled state, Lady Danbury and Penelope exchanged concerned glances. Agatha, taking charge of the situation, directed Penelope to assist the duke in tending to his wounds.

"Penelope, my dear." Agatha began, her voice carrying a tone of authority softened by affection. "I believe you are better suited than I to assist Duke Debling with his wounds."

Penelope Featherington nodded, recognizing Lady Danbury's subtle indication for her to take charge of the situation. Silently thanking the old woman on her thoughts, as she had truly wanted to be the one to help Alfred tend to his wounds, hence her reason for asking permission to see the man. "Of course, Lady Danbury." Penelope replied, her voice steady as she approached Duke Debling.

Agatha Danbury, with a knowing and playful look, made her way to a nearby settee, settling herself comfortably as she spoke. "I trust you both to tend to this matter with the utmost decorum. But I understand you two might need to have a private conversation. I shall be here, standing guard at the door, ensuring no one disturbs us."

With Lady Danbury's implicit approval and assurance, Penelope and Alfred exchanged a brief yet meaningful glance, understanding the gravity of the situation before them. As Penelope carefully tended to the duke's wounds, a quiet yet palpable tension hung in the air between them. Sensing the weight of the moment, Penelope spoke softly, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Are you in much pain, your Grace?" She inquired, her eyes flickering with empathy as she continued to dress his injuries. She could not help but notice the bruise developing on his face, the wounds bleeding on his knuckles and the cut on his lip, a testament to the physical altercation that had occurred earlier.

Duke Debling met Penelope's gaze and offered the young lady a faint smile despite the sadness in his eyes remaining unmistakable. "It's nothing I can't bear, Miss Featherington. I'm afraid my pride suffered more damage than my hand."

Penelope paused in her ministrations, her heart aching at the sight of Duke Debling's troubled expression. "You acted out of honor and chivalry. There is no shame in defending one's honor, especially against such unjust provocations." She reassured him gently with her tone unwavering.

"Penelope.. After what happened earlier.. Have you become afraid of me? I never want you to fear me or doubt my intentions. You mean everything to me, and I would never want to do anything to jeopardize that. I never want you to think so poorly of me." Alfred's voice was laced with vulnerability. His gaze was directed to her beautiful crystal blue eyes, before resigning his stare downwards at his knees.

Penelope's heart softened at the genuine vulnerability in his question, and shook her head gently. "No, Alfred. You only showed me how fiercely you'll defend those you care about. If anything, I admire you more for standing up for me in the face of adversity." She replied earnestly. She reaches her right hand to his face, cupping his left cheek as her thumb softly caresses the cut on the corner of his lips. He leans his face closer, pressing his cheeks on her palm. They could feel each other's warmth despite her glove halting any direct contact on their skins.

"I only wished to protect your honor, Penelope. I fear I may have acted rashly." Alfred murmurs as he closes his eyes, trying to savor the feeling of Penelope's hand on his face.

With her free hand, Penelope placed it comfortingly on his arm, her touch conveying reassurance and understanding. "You acted with courage and integrity, Alfred. And for that, I am grateful."

Soon, Penelope was able to finish wrapping a bandage around Duke Debling's wounded hand. She secured the knot carefully and offered him a smile so warm that it almost melted Debling's heart.

"Thank you, Penelope." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your understanding means more to me than you could ever know."

Moved by his sincerity, Penelope felt a surge of warmth fill her heart, dispelling the lingering doubts and uncertainties that had plagued her thoughts. "You need not thank me, Alfred." She replied, her voice steady and unwavering. "I stand by your side, now and always." Penelope could not help but feel the urge to hug the man. This was the man who had defended her honor and reputation in front of all, the same man that saw her worth despite being shunned by the entire ton. The same man, who undoubtedly she had started to develop feelings for.

There was a brief moment of silence before Debling spoke again. His voice carried a weight of regret and sorrow. "My lady, I must offer you my sincerest apologies." He began, his gaze filled with remorse. "I fear that I will be unable to escort you or dance with you at tonight's ball."

"I fear that my actions earlier today may have consequence." Duke Debling sighed heavily with his face showing a pained expression. "Once news of my altercation with Lord Fife reaches the Queen's ears, I will likely face punishment and reprimand."

Penelope's eyes widened in surprise and concern as she absorbed his words, her heart aching for him. "Oh, Alfred. I cannot bear the thought of you suffering on my behalf."

Alfred Debling offered her a faint smile. "Please, Penelope, do not blame yourself. My actions were my own, and I would do anything to defend your honor. I know I would not be at the worst receiving end, but as a high-ranking aristocrat, I had vowed to the crown that I will always set myself as an example of a true nobleman. Surely, her Majesty will at least give me an earful about gentlemanly behaviors."

Penelope felt saddened by what Duke Debling had said. Knowing that they are all under her Majesty's hospitality, she knew indeed that there will be repercussions for both Fife and Debling after the Queen hears of the spectacle in the royal gardens. She can only hope for Alfred not to receive a retribution so severe. "I understand. Your health and well-being should be of utmost importance as well. Besides, there will be other opportunities for us to share a dance." Penelope's tone of voice was filled with compassion.

"Thank you, my lady. I am truly sorry for any disappointment I may have caused you."

"There is no need to apologize, your Grace. Your health comes first and I would never wish to see you suffer from the Queen's words." As they continued their conversation, Penelope suggested that Duke Debling use his new free time to rest and recuperate. "And perhaps.." She added with a smile. "You could spend some time reading the book I gave you. It might provide a welcome distraction. Well, only if you have brought it with you."

Duke Debling's eyes lit up with gratitude at Penelope's suggestion. "Of course, my lady! That sounds like a splendid idea." He replied with a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. "I shall take your advice and indulge in some reading."

Seeing that Alfred's wounds had already been dressed properly and the two have shared their private conversation, Lady Danbury rose to her seat with a graceful air, indicating that it was time for them to leave the duke to his rest. Penelope and Lady Danbury exchanged polite farewells with the duke, wishing him a speedy recovery and a restful evening.

As they walked away from the hall, Penelope drew close to Lady Danbury, her expression in earnest. "Lady Danbury, I would like to ask a favor of you, if I may."

Lady Danbury regarded Penelope with a curious gaze. Her attention was now solely focuses on the redhead girl. "Of course, my dear. What is it that you wish?"

Penelope hesitated for a moment before speaking. Once she found her resolve, her voice became determined with still a slight hesitation. "I would ask that you keep our earlier conversation with Duke Debling... private. I may have broken some rules of decorum when I.. I was tending to his wounds. I do not wish for any undue attention to be brought upon us, upon him for all matters, especially considering recent events." Penelope sincerely requests the old lady. She was not sure if Agatha has actually seen her holding Alfred's face, but she does not want to take chances on any rumor that may come up about it. Though they are in courtship, it will be bad against their reputation if the ton would deem her compromised. Alfred had already lowered himself in protecting her honor, it would be a waste if she could not uphold it on her own."

"I understand, my dear. Your honor and reputation are of utmost importance. And I shall ensure that our visit to the duke remains between us." Agatha wickedly smiles at the young Featherington.

"Thank you, Lady Danbury." Penelope breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Lady Danbury's understanding. "I trust in your discretion." She said sincerely, her features reflecting her gratitude.

The news of the brawl spread like wildfire through the court at Kew Palace, sending shockwaves of scandal and gossip in its wake. Alfred Debling, who is now known to be the Duke of Northumberland, found himself embroiled in a situation he had somehow anticipated.

As word reached the Queen's ears, her displeasure was swift and decisive. She issued a decree forbidding both Duke Debling and Lord Fife from attending the night's ball and any festivities scheduled for the following day. Though it was Fife who bore the brunt of the Queen's reprimand, Duke Debling found himself sharing in the punishment.

For a duke with ties to the royal family, such involvement in a brawl was deemed wholly inappropriate and unbecoming of his station. The Queen's decision sent a clear message that even those with noble titles were not exempt from the consequences of their actions.

Duke Debling, though inwardly chagrined by the turn of events, accepted the Queen's decree with the grace and dignity befitting his rank. He understood the importance of upholding the standards of decorum and propriety expected of a member of the aristocracy, especially one who is a relative to the king.

As he resigned himself to the enforced absence from the festivities, unable to see and be with his beloved, Alfred resolved to reflect upon his actions and ensure such incidents would not occur again in the future. He reminded himself that if such a situation arises again, where a lady's honor was at stake, he would just simply challenge a duel instead of letting his fists fly towards the enemy. For even a duke must answer to the higher authority of duty and honor, lest he risk tarnishing not only his own reputation but that of his esteemed lineage as well.

That night at the ball

Despite her courtship with the Duke of Northumberland being known publicly, as the emerald of the season, Penelope found herself surrounded by eager suitors at the ball. All vying for the opportunity to share a dance with her now that Duke Alfred Debling was absent. Among them, Colin Bridgerton's presence stood out, his eyes betraying a mix of longing and regret as he approached her.

"Miss Featherington." Colin began, his voice soft as he extended his hand towards her. "May I have this dance?"

Penelope Featherington hesitated for a moment, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Despite the pain of their past misunderstandings, she could not deny the familiarity and comfort she felt in Colin's presence. He was after all, her friend for a good number of years. With a nod, she accepted his offer, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.

As they moved together in the graceful steps of the waltz, Colin could not help but feel a surge of emotion, his heart yearning to make amends for past mistakes. With each step, he poured out his heart to Penelope, expressing his regret for not realizing his feelings sooner and acknowledging her importance in his life.

"Pen.. There's something I need to tell you. Something I've realized too late.."

Penelope turned to him, her expression gentle but guarded, as if she already sensed the nature of his confession.

"Colin, I appreciate your honesty. Pray tell, what's on your mind?" She said softly.

Taking a deep breath, Colin gathered his courage and spoke from the depths of his heart. "Pen, we have known each other for years.. We started as friends, correspondents, but now it finally dawned on me how I admire you for your kindness, your intelligence, your being constant to my life.. The one who grounded me here at home. I have failed to acknowledge it too soon, but you.. You, Penelope Featherington have captured my heart in the most enchanting way."

He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of encouragement or understanding. "I know that things may have seemed uncertain between us, especially with Alfred Debling in the picture. But I can't help but hope that there might still be a chance for us. I love you, Penelope, with all my heart. And if you'll have me, I would be honored to spend the rest of my days by your side."

As Colin poured out, confessing his feelings in an earnest way, Penelope listened with a mixture of surprise and sadness. His words stirred memories of a time when she had harbored hopes of a future with him, dreams that now felt like distant echoes of a bygone era.

"Colin.. I... I had longed to hear those words from you for so many years. I had loved you, with all my heart, and I had wished for nothing more than for you to return those feelings." Penelope's voice was tinged with regret.

A wistful smile touched the redhead's lips as she recalled the tender moments they had shared, her stolen glances and unspoken yearnings for him that had once filled her days with hope.

"But.." She continued, her voice faltering slightly. "It's too late now. My heart belongs to another. Alfred.. He has captured my affections in a way I never thought possible. He has become the one who now occupies my thoughts, my dreams, my very soul."

Penelope's admission hung heavy in the air between them, a poignant reminder of the passage of time and the inevitability of change. Though Colin's confession stirred echoes of a love long cherished, it could not alter the course of fate or the bonds that now tethered Penelope's heart to another.

"I'm sorry, Colin." Penelope said softly, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "I wish things could have been different, but.. but I must follow my heart. I intend to marry Duke Debling, for he is the one who truly holds my love now."

Colin's heart clenched at Penelope's words, the sting of rejection piercing deep into his soul. Though he had hoped against hope for a different outcome, he could not deny the truth in Penelope's eyes, nor the resolve in her voice.

With a heavy sigh, Colin nodded, accepting the bitter reality of their situation. "I understand, Pen." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I.. I only wish I had realized my feelings sooner, before it was too late."

Penelope nodded, a sad smile touching her lips as she squeezed his hand gently. "As do I, Colin. But we cannot change the past. All we can do is move forward and seek the happiness we deserve." She replied.

With a final lingering look, Penelope released Colin's hand and turned to leave the dance floor, her heart heavy yet resolute in her decision. For now, she knew, her future lay with Duke Alfred Debling, the man who captured her heart and soul.

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Since Alfred Debling had been prohibited in attending any and all gatherings for yesterday and the night before, the Duke of Northumberland spent most of his time just inside the four corners of his room, as he tries to heal the bruise formed on his face from his fistfight with Lord Fife. On the third day, he could already feel the boredom building up on his core as he feels so unproductive. But since the activity for the gentlemen today is a hunting competition, he opted not to join. Alfred is a person who acutely empathizes with animals. He does not have the heart to join and take the lives of the preys sacrificed for the event. Additionally, news of the brawl are still vivid among the other nobles invited at the Kew Palace, so he decided to limit his public appearance for now, trying to appease the Queen and not put himself into scrutiny. And so, Alfred decided to proceed with Penelope's suggestion to kill time. He grabs the book that the young Featherington lent him and finds a spot to take his reading.

As Duke Debling made his way to the palace library, he could not help but feel a sense of anticipation. The grandeur of the surroundings, the hushed whispers of history echoing through the rows of ancient tomes – it was a sanctuary he had not indulge himself in far too long.

With a gentle push, the heavy oak doors of the library swung open, revealing a haven of knowledge and tranquility. Debling took a moment to savor the sight, the familiar scent of leather-bound books and aged parchment washing over him like a comforting embrace. Just like his beloved, he has a deep interest in reading books to increase his knowledge. He was not able to complete his studies in the university as he had to return to Northumberland to assume his ducal duties at the young age of six and ten. And so, he widened his knowledge with the help of his private teacher and the extensive collection of books in their estate's library.

Finding a cozy nook by the window, Debling settled into a plush armchair, the Castle Rackrent book cradled in his hands. As he flipped through the pages, he felt himself being transported to another world – a world of crumbling castles, noble intrigue, and the timeless allure of Ireland's countryside.

Lost in the pages of the book, Debling allowed himself to forget the worries of high society, immersing himself in the rich tapestry of storytelling woven by Penelope Featherington's chosen tome. For a brief moment, the weight of his responsibilities as a duke and an earl melted away, leaving only the simple pleasure of a good read.

As he reached the midsection of the book, his attention was caught by something unexpected – a handwritten letter nestled between the pages. With a sense of curiosity mingled with surprise, he carefully extracted the letter and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the elegant script upon the page.

The words penned by Penelope, in response to his marriage proposal leapt out at him, each line imbued with her grace and sincerity. Duke Debling's heart raced as he read the handwritten letter tucked within the pages of the book Penelope had lent him. His pulse quickened with each word, his breath catching in his throat as he absorbed the contents of her response to his marriage proposal.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he tucked the letter into the breast pocket of his coat, feeling the weight of its significance pressing against his chest. Without a moment's hesitation, he rose from his seat in the palace library, his mind ablaze with determination as he set out in search of Penelope.

His steps quickened as he navigated the winding corridors of the palace, the urgency of his mission driving him forward. He had to find her, had to speak to her, to convey the depth of his feelings and the sincerity of his intentions.

At the Royal Gardens

As the gentle breeze swept through the royal gardens, the ladies gathered for the outdoor tea party under the watchful eye of Queen Charlotte. Penelope Featherington, radiant in a gown of pale green silk, sat amongst her companions, her laughter mingling with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers.

Violet and Eloise Bridgerton, renowned for their esteemed family lineage, engaged in lively conversation with Lady Danbury, whose sharp tongue and keen observations were legendary amongst the ton. Cressida and Lady Cowper, added their own contributions to the spirited discourse that filled the air.

As they indulged in delicate pastries and fragrant tea, the topic turned to the hunting competition that had occupied the men's attention earlier that day. Speculations abounded as to who would emerge victorious, each lady voicing her own opinion with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

Suddenly, a hushed murmur rippled through the gathering as a footman approached Queen Charlotte, his demeanor deferential yet urgent. The Queen's regal countenance remained unchanged as she listened intently to the footman's whispered message, her gaze flickering momentarily towards Penelope.

With a graceful nod, Queen Charlotte granted permission for the Duke of Northumberland's audience. As Alfred Debling, resplendent in his tailored attire, approached the gathering, all eyes turned towards him, curiosity evident in their expressions. The duke's huffing of breath did not go unnoticed to the prying eyes of the ladies. Still, he approached with an air of polite deference, his expression apologetic as he addressed the Queen.

"Your Majesty." He began, bowing respectfully. "Please accept my sincerest apologies for intruding upon your tea gathering without an invitation. I assure you, it was not my intention to disrupt the proceedings."

The Queen regarded him with a measured gaze, her eyes studying his features intently before she spoke. "Duke Alfred Debling.. Hmm. Still dashing despite having a bruise on your face, I see." The other ladies in attendance chuckled with the Queen's statement, as they totally agree on the observation. Debling can only smile awkwardly as he could feel all stares at him.

"So, to what do we owe the honor of your presence, your Grace?" Queen Charlotte asks.

Debling swallows as he answers the royal with determination. "I wish to speak with Miss Featherington, your Majesty, if you permit." There were shared glances among the ladies present at the gathering. Queen Charlotte took a minute before answering back the duke. She took a glance at Penelope to see her reaction.

"You may speak with Miss Featherington." The Queen continues with her tone neutral yet discerning. "But only if she agrees to it. Is this matter truly urgent enough to warrant your intrusion?" Queen Charlotte inquires.

Penelope Featherington, sensing the gravity of the situation, stepped forward, her curiosity piqued by Duke Debling's unexpected arrival. "It must be a matter of some importance if the duke has felt compelled to interrupt your tea party, your Majesty. I am willing to hear what he has to say, my Queen." The redhead remarked, her voice calm but curious.

The Queen nodded in approval at Penelope's response, granting her consent for the Duke of Northumberland to speak with her. "Very well, my emerald had spoken." Queen Charlotte said, her tone firm yet fair. "You may have your moment, Duke Debling. But remember, it is Miss Featherington's discretion whether she wishes to engage further.

Duke Debling bowed deeply in gratitude to the Queen before turning his attention to Penelope, his expression earnest and determined. They took a few steps away from where the ladies' groups were situated, but still within view from their eyes as to remain following propriety and decorum. '

"Penelope." Alfred began with his voice tinged with urgency.

Penelope Featherington's heart skipped a beat as she noticed the book in Duke Debling's hand, the same book she had given to him during their promenade weeks ago. A small glimmer of hope flickering within her as she realized the significance of his presence.

"Your Grace.." She began with her voice soft but steady. "Did you find and read the note I slipped into the pages of that book?"

Alfred Debling's eyes widened slightly in surprise at her question. There was a hint of anticipation in his gaze as he nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Penelope. I found your letter, and I read every word." He replied with all sincerity on his tone. He stares directly at her crystal blue eyes, the most beautiful pair he has ever seen. He swallows as he recollects every word written on the note as he sees a warm smile forming on Penelope's lips.

-x-

Dearest Lord Alfred Debling,

Your words have woven a tapestry of love and tenderness around my heart, enveloping me in a warmth that I have longed for but never dared to hope for. From the moment we met, you have shown me a kindness and sincerity that have touched me deeply, and I find myself drawn to you in ways I cannot fully explain.

Your proposal has filled me with a joy beyond measure, for I have come to see in you the embodiment of all that I have ever wished for in a partner. Your ocean blue eyes, your gentlemanly demeanor, your eloquent words – they have all ensnared my heart in a web of affection and longing. With each passing moment, I find myself drawn closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence.

You have seen past the facade of the wallflower and embraced the woman beneath, showering me with affection and admiration that fills my heart with gratitude and joy. With every word you speak, with every gesture of kindness, you have shown me a love that I never thought possible, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

And so, with all the love in my heart, I say yes. Yes, to a lifetime of laughter, of shared dreams and aspirations, of quiet moments and grand adventures. Yes, to building a future together, hand in hand, with you as my partner, my confidant, my beloved.

Know that I am yours, now and always, bound to you by a love that grows stronger with each passing day. Together, let us embark on this journey called life, knowing that with you by my side, I am truly home.

Yours, now and forevermore,

Penelope Anne Featherington

-x-

Penelope's smile widened at Alfred's response, a rush of warmth flooding her heart at the confirmation that he had indeed discovered her heartfelt confession.

"Then you must know." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That the words written in that letter were genuine, that they came straight from my heart."

Duke Debling's expression softened with emotion as he listened to the young Featherington's words. His heart was swelling with a mixture of joy and relief. Water starts to form in his eyes as he could not contain the feelings that started to buildup on his chest.

"Penelope.." He murmured. Alfred's voice was filled with tenderness. "If what you wrote in that letter is true, if your feelings for me are genuine, then I will be the happiest man alive." He reached out for her hand, and put a kiss on the knuckles of her gloved hand.

"Penelope Featherington." Duke Alfred Debling declared, his voice was filled with conviction. His manly voice echoes at the open air making his words heard by all the societal ladies present at that very royal garden. "I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears shimmered in Penelope's eyes as she met Duke Debling's gaze, her heart overflowing with love and happiness. She could see the sincerity of his soul as she stares at his ocean blue eyes – the same pair of eyes that captivates her at every glance. She felt a bit worried as the bruise on his face and the cut on his lips are still evident; she curses Lord Fife at the back of her mind as she thinks of how the latter had hurt her beloved. But despite these lesions, no one can argue that Alfred Debling is still among the most dashing and attractive men in all of London.

"Yes, Alfred." Penelope answered. Her voice was filled with certainty. "Yes, a thousand times yes." And in that moment, amidst the beauty of the royal garden and the watchful gaze of their companions, Penelope and Duke Debling sealed their love with a promise of forever, embarking on a journey that would be filled with laughter, joy and the enduring strength of their shared love.

As the ladies present in the royal garden witnessed the Duke of Northumberland and Earl of Beverley's heartfelt confession and proposal to Miss Featherington, a wave of astonishment and excitement swept through their midst.

Violet Bridgerton and her daughter Eloise beamed with happiness for Penelope, their hearts swelling with joy at the prospect of her finding true love.

Cressida and her mother Lady Cowper, with their jaws dropping in disbelief, struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events, their minds racing with the implications of Penelope's unexpected engagement to the esteemed Duke of Northumberland.

Queen Charlotte and Lady Danbury, sharing a knowing and playful glance, exchanged silent congratulations as their plan to unite Penelope and Duke Debling had come to fruition. Their eyes sparkled with satisfaction at witnessing the enchanting moment between two lovers, knowing fully well that their union would become the talk of the ton for the weeks to come.

Indeed, as whispers and murmurs spread throughout the aristocratic circles of London, the revelation of Duke Debling's proposal to Penelope Featherington would ignite a flurry of gossip and speculation, capturing the imaginations of society's elite and cementing their love story as one for the ages.

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A day after Penelope Featherington accepted Duke Alfred Debling’s marriage proposal, the two were seen promenading on the garden maze. The couple were trailed few paces behind by the Bridgerton ladies, Violet and her daughter Eloise; ensuring propriety was upheld even in the midst of joyous anticipation after their public engagement.

The air was filled with a sense of newfound happiness, the sunlight filtering through the leaves casting dappled shadows on the path ahead. Penelope’s laughter floated on the breeze, mingling with Alfred’s soft words of affection as they exchanged tender glances.

Violet and Eloise, ever the vigilant chaperones, observed the couple with fond smiles, their hearts warmed by the sight of two souls united in love. They shared in the couple’s joy, knowing that this union was destined to bring happiness and fulfillment to both Penelope and Alfred.

Lost in the moment, Alfred and Penelope exchanged tender words, their hearts entwined in the promise of a future together. Yet, amidst the sweetness of their conversation, a shadow of apprehension flickered Penelope’s features, her steps faltering ever so lightly.

Sensing her unease, Alfred slowed his pace, his gaze softening with concern as he regarded her. “Is something troubling you, my love?” He inquired, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of worry.

Penelope hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she gathered the courage to speak. With a deep breath, she turned to face Alfred, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

“There is something I must tell you, your Grace.” She began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something that I fear may change everything between us.”

Alfred Debling’s brow furrowed in concern, his hand reaching out to gently grasp her. “Whatever it is, my love, you can trust me.” The Duke of Northumberland reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering support.

With a trembling breath, Penelope took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. “I.. I am not who you think I am, Alfred.” She confessed. Penelope’s words were hesitant yet resolute. “There are secrets in my past, things that I have kept hidden from everyone out of fear of judgment.”

Alfred listened in silence, his expression one of unwavering understanding. “Whatever it is Penelope, you need not face it alone.” The duke vowed, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of her fears.
"We are betrothed now, to be wed soon, you and I, and nothing you could tell me would ever change the way I feel about you.”

“I am Lady Whistledown. The anonymous gossip writer who has kept the ton in suspense with my scandalous revelations.” Penelope Featherington confessed as her voice was trembling with emotion. She uttered her words as quietly as she could only for Alfred’s ears to hear, making the two Bridgerton trailing behind them oblivious as to what they were talking about.

Alfred’s eyes widened in surprise at her confession, but instead of shock or anger, a proud smile spread across his lips.

“I suspected as much. With your wit and intelligence, it seemed only fitting that you would be the one behind the pen of that smart writer.” Duke Debling admitted with admiration. As he re-entered the society this year, he was able to come across a few issues of Whistledown’s columns and truly, he was amazed on how the structure of the writing was. Whoever was behind that sheet sure is someone who is very capable and intelligent, he thought.

Penelope blinked in astonishment, her heart was swelling with relief at Alfred’s understanding and acceptance.

“Are you not angry?” The redhead asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alfred shook his head, his gaze filled with unshakeable love and affection. “How could I be angry with you, Penelope? You are a remarkable woman, and I love you just the same, scandalous revelations and all.”

“I will not ask you to change, Penelope. I love you with all my heart, and I want nothing more than to be by your side, supporting you in all that you do. Whether you continue to write as Lady Whistledown or pursue any other endeavor, I will be there for you, cheering you on every step of the way.”

“Oh, Alfred.. I cannot express how grateful I am for your understanding and acceptance. To know that you welcome every part of me, including as Lady Whistledown, means more to me than words can say.” Water starts to form on Penelope’s crystal blue eyes as she stares at her fiancé affectionately. With a heartfelt smile, Penelope reaches out to gently caress Alfred’s cheek, the bruise was still evident on his handsome face.

“I promise to be the best wife I can be to you. I will cherish and honor you, and stand by your side through all of life’s joy and challenges.” Penelope Featherington vowed, her voice tinged with determination.

Drawing him close, Penelope whispered to his ears, her love for him evident in every gesture.

“And know this, Alfred.” She whispered with sincerity filled on her voice. “I love you with all my heart, now and forever.” In that moment, she knew that she had found in Alfred a love that was truly unconditional, a love that would weather any storm, no matter what secrets lay buried in the past.

As Penelope's whispered confession of love reached Alfred Debling's ears, a wave of pure joy surged through his being, enveloping him in a warmth that radiated from the depths of his heart. Her words, spoken in the hushed intimacy of the garden maze, carried a weight of sincerity and affection that filled him with an indescribable sense of happiness.

"I love you too, Penelope," Alfred murmured, his voice soft yet filled with an unwavering certainty. "You have filled my heart with a love so pure and true. I am the luckiest man alive to have you by my side, to know that your love is mine to cherish for all eternity."

As they trailed behind the duke and Penelope, the Bridgerton duo of Violet and Eloise found themselves engaged in a silent conversation of their own. While the air was suffused with the joy of Penelope’s engagement, Eloise’s could not shake off the weight of her thoughts regarding her friend, and the complex emotions swirling within her.

“Mama,” Eloise began, her voice hesitant yet filled with a yearning for understanding. “How do you truly feel about Pen’s engagement? I know how much you’ve cared for her, how you have always treated her like one of us, like a daughter.”

Violet’s expression softened at her daughter’s inquiry, her gaze turning inward as she considered her response. She understood the depth of Eloise’s concern and the weight of her own emotions surrounding Penelope’s impending marriage to the Duke.

“My dearest,” Violet began, her voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. “You know that I have always held Penelope in the highest regard. She has been a cherished member of our family for many years, and I have often dreamed of the day when she would officially become a part of our household as my daughter-in-law.”

Eloise listened intently, her heart aching with empathy for her mother’s unspoken longing. She had always sensed Violet’s hopes and aspirations for Penelope’s future, understanding the depth of her motherly desire to see her dear friend find happiness and fulfillment.

“And yet, sometimes life has a way of taking unexpected turns, of leading us down paths we never could have imagined. While Penelope’s engagement brings me a sense of joy for her happiness, it also fills me with a bittersweet sorrow for the dreams that will now remain unfulfilled.” Violet continued with her voice tinged with resignation.

“I know, Mama.. You’ve always wanted her to become a part of our family officially, as Colin’s wife.”

Violet’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, my dear. I had hoped for nothing more than to have her by Colin’s side as his wife..” The Bridgerton matriarch feels so saddened thinking about her third born son. She had come to know how Colin had expressed his feelings and confessed a proposal to the young Featherington, only to have him rejected by the redhead girl. But Violet could not blame Penelope. She knew how long Pen have waited and liked Colin all these years. It was understandable for the young Featherington to lose interest on her son especially with what had happened last season. And as there were suitors who have openly realized and showed Penelope her real worth, it will truly be expected for her to fall and be in love with another gentleman. Especially if it’s someone who is almost like a perfect man like Duke Alfred Debling.

“What do you think Colin feels about Pen’s engagement, Mama?”

“I believe Colin is genuinely happy for Penelope. He had been friends with her for years, just like you are, and I have no doubt that he wishes her nothing but the utmost happiness in her future with the duke.”

Eloise nodded thoughtfully, her mind still grappling with the uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface. The spirited second daughter of the Bridgerton family had observed her brother’s behavior since his return in London. She knew that Colin had been truly affected with anything that is in relation to Penelope. “But what about his own feelings?” Eloise pressed, her gaze searching her mother’s for answers.

Violet’s expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mother’s understanding of her children’s hearts. “Colin is a gentleman, Eloise.” The mother of eight said, her voice imbued with warmth and compassion. “And while he may have realized too late, his harbored feelings for Penelope, I believe he has come to terms with the reality of the situation. He will support her in whatever choice he makes, as any true friend would.”

Eloise hummed. “I always thought Pen and I would grow up and live together as spinsters. I have dreamed to share the same house with her, as we spend our days reading books on our very own library and talk about things that we would truly enjoy.” The brunette sighed.

“Eloise, my dear. No matter what the future holds, Penelope will always be a part of our family. And while her path may now diverge from ours, our love for her will remain steadfast and unwavering.”

Eloise Bridgerton smiled gratefully at her mother’s words, her heart filled with a sense of peace and acceptance.

--

After a whole week of retreat at the royal residence of Kew Palace, the prominent members of society in Mayfair Street had come back to their respective abodes. And as she was under the care of Agatha Danbury for the whole duration of the royal invitation, Penelope finds herself being brought to their home’s doorsteps by the old woman’s carriage. The redhead could not thank the senior matron enough for the hospitality and care she had received for the recent days.

As Penelope Featherington prepared to disembark from Lady Danbury’s carriage, she turned to see the esteemed matron with a heartfelt expression of gratitude.

“Lady Danbury, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness and guidance during our time at Kew Palace. Your care has meant so much to me, and I am truly grateful for everything you’ve done.” The young Featherington smiles warmly at the old woman.

Lady Danbury regarded Penelope with a warm smile in return, her eyes twinkling with affection. “Oh dear Penelope. It was my pleasure to have you under my wing. You are a remarkable woman, an emerald indeed! It was an honor to have you as my ward. Remember, you will always have a place in my home and in my heart.”

With a nod of gratitude, Penelope stepped down from the carriage with the assistance of a footman. As she bids her farewell to Agatha, the latter reminded her of an important upcoming engagement: a visit to the Duke of Northumberland’s London estate to meet her fiancé’s mother, and begin discussions about her and Duke Debling’s upcoming nuptials.

“Penelope, dear. Don’t forget about our visit to the Debling estate. It’s crucial that you meet your fiancé’s mother and begin planning for your wedding.” Agatha said with her voice carrying a note of urgency.

Penelope nodded, a sense of excitement mingled with nervousness fluttering in her chest at the thought of meeting her future mother-in-law. She was told by Alfred Debling that his mother will arrive in London in two days time, to meet her family and to help with the wedding preparations. It was then she knew that the reason Alfred arrived late at the Queen’s ball was to make the necessary arrangements and return correspondence on his mother’s missive.

“Of course, Lady Danbury. I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be sure to tell my mama to prepare. Thank you for the reminder.”

With a reassuring smile, Lady Danbury offered Penelope a wink. “You’ll do just fine, girl. Just be yourself, and everything will fall into place. Jocasta will surely love you.” Agatha said. Her tone was brimming with confidence.

Chapter Text

Welcome Back

As Penelope stepped into her family home, she was greeted with unexpected excitement from her mother, the dowager Baroness Lady Portia Featherington, and her eldest sister, Prudence. The enthusiasm in their voices caught her off guard, but she could not help but feel a flutter of anticipation as she approached them.

“Penelope, my dear!” Lady Featherington exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy as she enveloped her youngest daughter in a warm embrace. “We have the most marvelous news!”

Prudence beamed beside their mother, her own excitement palpable as she clasped Penelope’s hands in hers. “You won’t believe it, sister. Duke Debling has written to Mother, asking for your hand in marriage!”

Penelope’s heart skipped a beat as she processed the news, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotion. Her heart swelled with happiness as she absorbed the reality of her engagement sinking in. She felt a rush of happiness and excitement at the realization that her betrothal to Duke Alfred Debling was now official. It seems Alfred had already taken the initiative to ask Portia’s permission for their marriage even while they were still at the royal retreat in Kew Palace.

Portia Featherington smiled proudly at her youngest daughter, her eyes shining with her rare maternal affection. “I was told that during your outing at Kew, the duke has proposed to you in front of the Queen and you’ve accepted! Oh, Penelope, I cannot express how overjoyed I am for you, my child. To think that my youngest daughter will soon be a duchess! It’s beyond my wildest dreams.”

“Forget being a Bridgerton, becoming a duchess would suit you best!” It was known among all of her daughters how Portia wanted anyone of them to be wed to a Bridgerton son, as to become connected with that affluent and esteemed family. But since Alfred Debling has riches and titles way above the Viscount Bridgerton, she could no longer ask for more. Once Penelope officially becomes the Duchess of Northumberland and Countess of Beverley, it will help their family and Prudence’s standing to become matched with better suitors.

Penelope’s heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief as she absorbed her mother’s words. She had never imagined herself as a duchess, but the thought filled her with a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. She will finally get the freedom she had long wanted, and finally be able to make choices on her own, as what Alfred had promised her. He will not ask her to change and will fully give his support no matter what Penelope decides to do.

“Mama, sister. I.. I don’t know what to say. This is all so sudden, but.. but I’m truly grateful for your support and happiness. I never imagined that I would be so fortunate.” Before she proceeds to her bedchambers to rest from the hours-long carriage ride with Lady Danbury, Penelope prepared to deliver the urgent news to her mother and sister. She knew that their behavior could make or break the impression their family would leave on Lady Jocasta Debling, Alfred’s mother.

“Mama, Pru..” Penelope began, her voice steady but tinged with urgency. “We have an important visit to Alfred’s estate in two days’ time. His mother, Lady Jocasta Debling, will be arriving in London to meet our family and assist with the wedding preparations.”

Lady Portia Featherington’s eyes widened with surprise, while Prudence’s expression shifted with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Penelope continued, her tone firm but polite. “It’s imperative that we present ourselves in the best possible light during this visit. I kindly ask that you both be on your best behavior and exercise tact and grace in all our interactions. Our conduct will play a crucial role in shaping Lady Debling’s opinion of our family.”

Portia nodded solemnly, her gaze reflecting a sense of understanding and determination. “Of course, Penelope. I will inform Philippa and her husband to join us. We will do our utmost to make favorable impression on Lady Jocasta. You can count on us.” Portia can only agree on her youngest’s goal. After all, for Penelope to fully become a duchess, she first has to get the approval of Duke Debling’s mother for their union.

Prudence also nodded in agreement earnestly. “I understand, sister. I’ll do my best to comport myself appropriately and ensure that we represent our family with dignity and honor.” Knowing that she will soon be a sister to a duchess, Prudence is aware that their family would attract more attention as to what they’re currently getting right now. Having been on the center of scandal for these past two seasons, the Featherington family had come to an internal agreement to lift up their reputation for this year. And with Penelope at their family’s helm, their standing at the society sure is towards the positive path.

With a sense of relief washing over her, Penelope smiled gratefully at her mother and sister. “Thank you, Mama, sister. I appreciate your cooperation and understanding. Let us make Lady Debling feel welcome and esteemed on our meet.” With that, the youngest Featherington excused herself and went to her bedchambers upstairs.

After two days

As the Featherington family, accompanied by Philippa’s husband Mister Albion Finch, arrived at the Northumberland House located at the far western end of the Strand, they were greeted at the doorstep by Alfred Debling’s mother, the dowager Duchess Jocasta Debling, with Lady Danbury by her side. The grandeur of the townhouse left the Featheringtons in awe, its opulent decorations and elegant design reminiscent of a royal residence.

Penelope’s heart swelled with nervous excitement as she stepped out of the carriage her eyes taking in the splendor of her future home. But any apprehension she felt melted away as she was enveloped in Jocasta’s warm embrace.

“Penelope, my dear!” Jocasta exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection as she pulled Penelope into a tight hug. “Welcome to Northumberland House. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

Tears of gratitude welled in Penelope Featherington’s eyes as she returned Jocasta’s hug, feeling a sense of belonging wash over her in the presence of her future mother-in-law.

Lady Jocasta Debling, the dowager Duchess of Northumberland and dowager Countess of Beverley, commanded attention with her striking presence as she greeted the Featherington family at the doorstep of Northumberland House. Her deep black hair, in stark contrast to the golden locks of her son, Alfred Debling, cascaded in elegant waves around her shoulders, framing a face that exuded regal poise and grace.

Despite the years etched upon her features, there was an undeniable air of elegance and authority about her, accentuated by her impeccable posture and the confidence that radiated from her every moment. Her piercing dark eyes held a depth of wisdom and insight, reflecting a lifetime of experiences and challenges overcome.

Dressed in an exquisite gown befitting her station, Jocasta epitomized timeless sophistication and refined elegance. Her attire, though understated, exuded a quiet opulence, with delicate lace and intricate embroidery adorning the fabric in subtle yet exquisite detail.

But it was not just her outward appearance that commanded respect; it was the aura of strength and dignity that surrounded her, a testament to her unwavering resolve and unwavering commitment to her family and her duties as dowager duchess.

“Thank you, Lady Debling.” Penelope replied, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m honored to be here, and I’m grateful for your warm welcome.”

“That’s Jocasta for you. Do not with the formalities, you’re family now, my dear. And we’re thrilled to have you join us.” Jocasta smiled warmly at Penelope. The redhead could see Lady Debling’s eyes twinkling with kindness.

As Jocasta led everyone into the main drawing room of the townhouse for afternoon tea, she initiated a conversation to foster familiarity.

“Lady Featherington, I trust you are acquainted with Lady Danbury, yes?” Jocasta began, her voice warm and inviting.

Portia nodded graciously. “Indeed, your Grace.” She replied, her tone was very polite which earned sharing glances between her three daughters. “Lady Danbury and I have had the pleasure of crossing paths on several occasions.”

Jocasta smiles approvingly. “Excellent!” She remarked. “Agatha has graciously agreed to assist me in reintegrating into society after my prolonged absence from London. Just as she has been doing for my dear Alfred. “

At the mention of the duke, Portia inquired about the whereabouts of her future son-in-law. Lady Danbury, ever the voice of information, responded promptly. “The Duke has gone to the archbishop to secure a marriage license and formally inform his Majesty of his intention to marry Miss Featherington.” Though Alfred was not in the obvious line of succession for the throne, he felt customary to notify the king, his mother’s cousin, of his plans to marry. After all, Alfred beholds a great duty under the crown being the lord protector of the northern England territories. With the King’s illness, he had solely taken the duty to protect the northern borders from any attempts of invasion.

Jocasta then proposed a task for Portia and Lady Danbury. “Portia, perhaps you and Agatha could handle the invitation list.” She suggested. “As I am not as acquainted with the members of the ton as I once was, I’m afraid I am not well suited to this task.” The two dowagers agreed to the proposal and started to discuss names and seating arrangement for the guests.

Turning her attention to Penelope, Jocasta extended a heartfelt invitation. “Penelope, my dear. I would be honored if you would accompany me to the modiste tomorrow. We can work together to design and chose fabrics for your wedding dress. We can also drop by to the florist to select the blossoms we can use for the church and the reception. It will be a wonderful opportunity for us to spend some time together, just the two of us.” The dowager duchess said with her gentle tone.

Penelope’s eyes lit up with gratitude and excitement at the prospect of bonding with her future mother-in-law. “Thank you, my lady. I would be delighted to accompany you.” The young Featherington replied, her voice filled with warmth.

The next day at the shopping street

As the elegant carriage bearing the Northumberland crest pulled up to the Featheringtons’ doorstep, anticipation hung in the air like a delicate veil. Penelope, adorned in her finest attire and filled with excitement, stepped out to meet her future mother-in-law, Jocasta Debling.

Lady Jocasta Debling, resplendent in her own regal attire, greeted Penelope with a warm smile as she descended from the carriage. “Penelope, my dear. I hope you’re ready for our excursion today.”

Penelope’s heart fluttered with excitement as she nodded eagerly yet in a poised and elegant way as how a societal lady should be. “Absolutely, Lady Jocasta. I’ve been looking forward to this.” The redhead smiled softly.

With a graceful gesture, Jocasta extended her hand to Penelope, inviting her to step into the awaiting carriage. “Then let us not tarry any longer. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

Chapter Text

Bonding with the Mother-in-law

As Jocasta and Penelope stepped into Madame Genevieve Delacroix's elegant shop, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of elegance and refinement. The scent of freshly cut fabrics and the soft glow of chandeliers cast a sense of enchantment over the space.

Madame Delacroix herself greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of assisting the redhead for a dress.

"Mademoiselle Penelope!" Madame Delacroix exclaimed, her French accent lacing her words with charm. "And who is this lovely lady accompanying you?"

"Madame Delacroix, it's a pleasure to see you again." Penelope said with a smile, her voice filled with warmth. "Allow me to introduce Lady Jocasta Debling, the dowager Duchess of Northumberland and Countess of Beverley.. And erm.. my future mother-in-law."

Jocasta inclined her head graciously in greeting, her presence commanding respect and admiration. "A pleasure to meet you, Madame. I've heard so much about your exquisite designs." She said, her voice tinged with elegance.

Genevieve returned the greeting with a gracious smile and curtsy to the dowager duchess, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "The pleasure is mine, Lady Debling. And congratulations to you both on the upcoming nuptials. How may I assist you?" She replied with her tone polite.

Penelope's features swelled with excitement as she turned to Madame Delacroix, her eyes shining with anticipation. "We're here to choose fabrics and design my wedding dress. I'm to be married to the Duke of Northumberland."

Madam Delacroix' eyes widened with delight at the news, her excitement matching Penelope's own. "How wonderful!" She exclaimed. "I would be honored to assist you in creating the perfect gown for your special day Mademoiselle Penelope."

With a graceful gesture, Madame Delacroix led Jocasta and Penelope to a luxurious seating area adorned with plush cushions and delicate lace curtains. As they settled in, she brought out a selection of sumptuous fabrics and intricate lace samples, laying them out before them with care.

"Please, allow me to present to you some of the finest fabrics available," Madame Delacroix said, her voice filled with pride. "I have carefully curated a selection that I believe will be perfect for your wedding gown, Miss Penelope."

Penelope's eyes widened with wonder as she examined the array of fabrics before her. Silks, satins, and chiffons in every shade imaginable shimmered in the soft light of the shop, each more exquisite than the last.

With Madame Delacroix's expert guidance, Penelope began to envision the perfect design for her wedding gown, incorporating elements of elegance and sophistication that would complement her beauty and grace.

As they worked together to bring Penelope's vision to life, the atmosphere in the shop buzzed with excitement and creativity. And as the hours passed, Jocasta and Penelope found themselves exhausted after their stop on the florist to pick on the blossoms to be used on the wedding day. The two ladies then decided to drop by a tea shop as a final stop on their outing.

As Jocasta and Penelope settled into a cozy tea shop, the atmosphere was one of warmth and camaraderie. Seated across from each other, they indulged in delicate pastries and fragrant tea, the perfect setting for a heartfelt conversation.

Jocasta Debling regarded Penelope with genuine interest, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she sought to learn more about her future daughter-in-law.

"Penelope, my dear." Jocasta began, her voice gentle. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions. I am eager to know you better."

The young Featherington smiled warmly, her eyes meeting with Jocasta's openness and sincerity. "Of course, Jocasta." She replied with a polite tone. "I am more than happy to answer any questions you may have."

"Well, where does your interests lie? What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?" The dowager duchess asks genuinely with affection.

Penelope's cheeks flushed with a shy blush as she considered Jocasta's question. "Well, erm.. I must admit that I quite enjoy reading books. I find great pleasure in immersing myself in stories and learning new things." The redhead replied with her soft voice in earnest.

Jocasta nodded approvingly, her interest piques. "And what else, my dear?" She pressed gently. "Do you have any other hobbies, or talents that you enjoy?"

The young Featherington's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she continued. "I love to dance, even though I have often been a wallflower at most of the seasons. There is something so freeing about moving to the music, don't you think? And I also have a passion for music. I can play the pianoforte quite well, and I find great joy in expressing myself through music. Though I admit, I haven't been able to practice the instrument as of late."

Lady Debling smiled warmly at Penelope's words, impressed by her varied interests and talents. "You are a woman of many talents, indeed." She remarked, her voice filled with admiration. "And what about your thoughts on the future, my dear? Have you and Alfred discussed the possibility of starting a family?"

Penelope's expression softened with a hint of uncertainty as she considered Jocasta's question. "We haven't discussed it in great detail yet.." She shyly admitted, her voice tinged with hesitation. "But I understand that it is my duty as his wife to provide him with an heir and a spare. I am prepared to fulfill my obligations as a wife, whatever they may be."

Jocasta nodded understandingly, her gaze filled with empathy. "You are a sensible young woman, Penelope. And you will make an excellent wife and mother, I have no doubt. You are a perfect for Alfred, my dear, and I could not be happier to welcome you into our family." The middle-aged woman said reassuringly.

Penelope's eyes glistened with gratitude as she absorbed Jocasta's words. "Thank you, Jocasta. Your kindness and support mean more to me than you know." Penelope, now emboldened by the warmth and camaraderie between herself and Jocasta, decided to turn the conversation towards her future life in the duchy. With a gentle smile, she addressed her future mother-in-law, her voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

"Jocasta." Penelope began, her tone respectful yet inquisitive. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but I would love to learn more about life in the duchy. What is it like living there? What are the duties and responsibilities that come with being a duchess?"

Jocasta's eyes softened with fond reminiscence as she regarded Penelope with a thoughtful and warm expression. She could not be more happier to teach the young lady all that entails with her upcoming title. She then internally agrees with what had Alfred had shared about his beloved. Penelope is someone who was very different among the ladies of the ton. If it was another lady, they would only care about the wealth and the prestige the duchess title would bring about, with no regard to the tasks and duties that needed to be fulfilled by the role.

"Ah, Penelope, my dear." She replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Life in the Northumberland duchy is a unique blend of tradition, duty and privilege. It is a place steeped in history and tradition, where every stone tells a story and every tradition has a purpose."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "As a duchess, there are certain duties and responsibilities that come with the title." Jocasta explained, her tone measured yet earnest. "One must oversee the management of the estate, attend to the needs of the tenants and servants, and participate in the social and political affairs of the duchy. It is a role that require grace, diplomacy and a deep sense of responsibility."

"Which you all have, Penelope. No doubt." Jocasta smiles at the redhead girl making her blush.

Penelope was listening intently on Jocasta as her words just keeps on piquing her curiosity. "What about the social events and gatherings? Are there many balls and soirees held in the duchy? Does a duchess have a role to play in such events?" Penelope's voice was filled with genuine interest.

The dowager smiled indulgently at Penelope's questions, sensing her eagerness to learn and understand. "Oh, yes, my dear. There are certainly no shortage of social events and gatherings in the duchy. Balls, soirees, and garden parties abound, each one an opportunity to mingle with the nobility and uphold the prestige of our family."

"As duchess, one is expected to preside over such events with grace and dignity." Jocasta continues, her tone thoughtful yet assured. "It is a chance to showcase the traditional and customs of our territories, and to foster goodwill and camaraderie among its residents."

Penelope nodded attentively, absorbing Jocasta's words with interest and respect. As she listened to her future mother-in-law speak of life in the duchy, she could not help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future that lay ahead.

Jocasta's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as she turned the conversation towards Penelope's future husband, her son Duke Alfred Debling.

"Would you like to know more about Alfred?" The dowager's tone was conspiratorial.

Penelope's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, my lady. I would love to hear more about him. What is he like growing up?"

A fond smile graced Jocasta's lips as she began to speak of her beloved son. "Alfred is a remarkable young man. He is kind, compassionate, and fiercely devoted to those he loves. He has a keen intellect and a sharp wit, and he possesses a natural charm and charisma that draws people to him even at a young age."

She paused for a moment, her gaze distant as she recalled memories of her son's upbringing. "Alfred has always been a dutiful and responsible young man." Jocasta continued, her eyes glimmering with fond memories. "He inherited his titles at the tender age of six and ten, following the untimely passing of his father. It was a difficult time for him, stepping into such a role at such a young age, but he rose to the occasion with grace and determination."

"Alfred has always been dedicated to his duties as Duke of Northumberland and Earl of Beverley. He forewent his studies at the university to focus on his responsibilities to the duchy and its people. It was a sacrifice he made willingly, knowing that his duty to his family and his estate must always come first. I truly regret not giving him a sibling so to share his burdens and not face them alone."

Penelope listened attentively, her heart swelling with pride and admiration for her future husband. "He sounds like a remarkable man. I can only imagine the challenges he and you must have faced, but it is clear that he has handled them with grace and fortitude. He has shown everyone how true of a gentleman he is."

Jocasta smiled warmly at Penelope's words, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes. "Indeed, he is. Alfred is a man of integrity, honor and compassion. He cares deeply for his family and the estate, and he will make a wonderful husband to you, my dear. As you will be a great wife to him as well. I have no doubt that the two of you will build a life filled with love, happiness and mutual respect.

Jocasta and Penelope continued to enjoy their afternoon with the tea and snacks provided on the shop. After a little while, the Duke of Northumberland arrives which earns the glances of other shop patrons.

As Alfred Debling arrived, his presence added a sense of warmth and familiarity to the cozy setting. With warm smile, he greeted his mother Jocasta with a tender kiss on her cheeks, a gesture that spoke volumes of their close bond.

Turning his attention to Penelope, Alfred's smile widened as he approached her, his eyes alight with affection. He leaned in close, gently taking a lock of her hair in his hand and pressing a soft kiss to its long strands, a gesture that conveyed his love and devotion in the most intimate of ways.

Penelope felt her cheeks flush with warmth at Alfred's display of affection, her heart swelling with love for the man who had captured her heart. She met his gaze with a tender smile, her eyes reflecting the depth of her feelings for him.

Jocasta watched the exchange between her son and his fiancée with a knowing smile, her heart filled with happiness at the sight of their love for each other.

Alfred then turned to the two ladies, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. "How is your day going, my ladies?" He asked with genuine interest and concern.

The young Featherington could not help but feel a surge of gratitude and happiness at the sight of the duke's caring demeanor. With a smile, she replied. "It's been lovely, Alfred. We've been discussing wedding plans and have been enjoying our tea and snacks, all while having a wonderful conversation."

Jocasta nodded in agreement, her smile mirroring her son's. "Indeed, it has been a delightful afternoon. And having you join us only makes it even better, my dear." She added.

"That is pleasing to hear, mother." The smiles warmly at both.

"I was just telling Penelope about your early years as the Duke of Northumberland."

"Ah, yes." Alfred replied with a hint of nostalgia coloring his tone. "Those were certainly challenging times, but with your guidance mother, I was able to navigate them with grace."

Turning his attention back to Penelope, Alfred stared at her crystal blue eyes and smiled warmly. "My love, have I told you that you look even more radiant than usual today?" He murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I hope my mother's company were enjoyable for you." He added with a wink.

Penelope's heart swelled with affection as she met her fiancée's gaze. "It has been wonderful, your Grace. I've enjoyed spending time with Jocasta and learning more about the life in the duchy." The redhead replied with her voice filled with warmth.

As they continued to chat and enjoy each other's company, the love and affection shared between Alfred, Penelope and Jocasta filled the tea shop with a sense of warmth and joy, a testament to the bond that united them as family.

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The First Kiss

In the heart of London's glittering ballrooms, where the chandeliers cast their golden glow upon the swirling dancers and the air was alive with the melodies of the orchestra, a grand event was about to unfold. It was the engagement ball of Penelope Featherington and Duke Alfred Debling, a soirée that would be etched into the annals of history as a celebration of love and romance.

As guests arrived at the majestic Northumberland House, they were greeted by the sight of the grandeur that awaited them. The ballroom was adorned with cascades of flowers and shimmering candlelight, casting a spell of enchantment upon all who entered. From the opulent tapestries to the gilded mirrors, every detail had been meticulously planned to create an atmosphere of splendor and elegance.

The guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and danced with joyous abandon, their laughter echoing through the halls as they celebrated the union of two souls destined for each other. Among them stood Penelope, radiant in a gown of ivory silk adorned with delicate lace, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. Beside her stood Alfred, resplendent in his regal attire, his gaze fixed upon his beloved with adoration and pride.

As the orchestra struck up a lively tune, Penelope and Alfred took to the dance floor, their movements graceful and fluid as they twirled and spun in each other's arms. It was a sight to behold, the embodiment of love in its purest form, as they danced the night away in a whirlwind of joy and happiness.

Throughout the evening, guests toasted the happy couple, offering their heartfelt congratulations and best wishes for a lifetime of love and happiness. From the dignitaries of the ton to the humblest of servants, all were united in their celebration of Penelope and Alfred's love.

And as the night drew to a close, with the last strains of music fading into the night, Penelope and Alfred stole a moment alone together, gazing into each other's eyes with a love that knew no bounds. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the beauty and splendor of their engagement ball, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, a bond that would endure for all eternity.

As they strolled arm in arm through the moonlit gardens, the air heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, Penelope Featherington and Duke Alfred Debling found themselves lost in conversation about their upcoming wedding. The anticipation hung between them like a veil, their hearts racing with excitement and longing.

"I can hardly believe that we will soon be husband and wife." Penelope remarked, her voice tinged with awe. "It feels like a dream come true."

Alfred smiled warmly at her, his eyes, alight with affection. "Indeed, my love." He replied, his voice soft with emotion. "I have waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity. You are the light of my life Penelope, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days by your side."

Their gazes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as they were drawn into each other's captivating blue eyes. The air crackled with electricity, their hearts pounding with desire as they felt the undeniable pull of attraction between them.

Penelope held her breath as the Duke of Northumberland leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he gently brushed a lock of her hair and pressed his lips to its soft strands.

Penelope gasped at the sensation, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the warmth of Alfred's face near her own. In that fleeting moment, she knew with certainty that she had found her soulmate, her partner in love and life.

But suddenly, Penelope found herself overcome with a surge of courage and desire. "Why do you not kiss me, Alfred? Do you not desire me?" Penelope asked, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.

Alfred's breath caught in his throat at Penelope's boldness, his heart pounding with desire. "Oh, my dear Penelope." He replied, his voice husky with emotion. "It is not that I do not desire you. On the contrary, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever known."

"Then why?" Penelope pressed, her eyes searching his for answers.

Alfred hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching hers with a mix of longing and restraint. "I have been trying to be a gentleman, my love." He confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want nothing more than to shower you with my affections, to hold you in my arms and kiss you until the end of time. But I cannot bear the thought of compromising your honor before our wedding day."

Penelope's heart swelled with love and admiration for Alfred, his selflessness and restraint touching her deeply. "But Alfred, we are to be wed soon." She insisted, her voice filled with determination. "Surely, a kiss between betrothed lovers is not too scandalous?"

"Penelope.." Alfred murmured. "Are you sure.. Are you sure it's okay for me to kiss you?"

Penelope's heart beat in excitement and anticipation with love and longing as she looked into Alfred's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and concern hidden within their depths. She reached up to place her hand over his, her touch gentle yet reassuring.

With a nod of her head and a shy smile, she whispered. "Yes, Alfred." Penelope replied softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I am sure. I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your lips on mine, to share this moment with you."

A small smile of relief crossed Alfred's lips as he leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving Penelope's. And then, with a sense of reverence and tenderness, he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a tender and passionate kiss. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace.

As Alfred's lips met Penelope's, a surge of electricity coursed through their bodies, igniting a firestorm of passion that swept them away in a whirlwind of desire. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that matched her own.

Penelope melted into his embrace, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, their lips moving together in perfect harmony.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world fell away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance of love and longing. Their hearts beat as one, their souls united in a bond that transcended time and space.

As they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed with desire, Alfred gazed into Penelope's eyes with a mixture of awe and adoration. "You are truly exquisite, my dear Penelope." He murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my betrothed."

Penelope's heart swelled with love as she returned his gaze, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "And I am the luckiest woman alive to have you as my beloved." She replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

The Wedding

The sun shone brightly in the sky as the church bells rang out, announcing the arrival of a momentous occasion. Inside the hallowed walls of the grand cathedral, the air was filled with anticipation and excitement as guests gathered to witness the union of Penelope Featherington and Duke Alfred Debling.

As the strains of the wedding march filled the air, all eyes turned to the entrance of the church, where Viscount Anthony Bridgerton stood proudly, his arm linked with Penelope's. Being an honorary member of the Bridgerton family, Anthony took it as his privilege to walk Penelope to the altar. She looked radiant in a gown of pure white silk, adorned with intricate lace and delicate pearls. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders in elegant curls, framing her face like a halo of flame.

As they made their way down the aisle, Penelope's heart beat with a mixture of nervousness and joy. Anthony leaned in close, whispering words of encouragement and reassurance in her ear. "You look stunning, Penelope." He murmured, his voice filled with pride. "Alfred is a lucky man indeed."

Penelope smiled gratefully at Anthony's words, her nerves easing slightly at his comforting presence. "Thank you, Anthony." She whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't have asked for a better friend to walk me down the aisle."

At the altar, Duke Alfred Debling stood waiting, his heart racing with anticipation. Prince George IV, his best man and childhood friend, stood by his side, a proud smile on his face. As he caught sight of Penelope approaching, a tear glistened in his eye, overcome by her beauty and grace.

"Look at her, George," Alfred whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "She's like an angel, descended from heaven to grace us with her presence."

Prince George nodded, his own eyes misting with tears. "She's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, Alfred." He replied, his voice filled with awe. "You're a lucky man indeed."

As Penelope made her way down the aisle, whispers of awe and admiration rippled through the congregation like a gentle breeze.

Lady Danbury, her keen eyes fixed on Penelope as she entered the church, leaned over to Lady Violet Bridgerton with a knowing smile. "Well, well." She remarked, her voice carrying a hint of admiration. "It seems the emerald of the season has truly outdone herself today."

Lady Violet nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Penelope's radiant form. "Indeed." She replied, her voice filled with pride. "Penelope looks absolutely stunning. She's grown into quite the beautiful young woman."

Across the aisle, the Featherington family exchanged excited whispers as they caught sight of Penelope's ethereal beauty. "Oh my, look at Penelope."Exclaimed Lady Portia Featherington, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. "She's never looked more beautiful."

Beside her, Prudence Featherington nodded in awe. "Indeed, mama. Is that truly my sister?" She agreed. her voice filled with admiration. "Penelope is positively glowing today."

As the Queen observed the scene from her seat of honor, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Such a lovely bride." She remarked to her lady-in-waiting, her voice tinged with approval. "Penelope Featherington is a true vision of beauty."

And in the midst of it all, Jocasta Debling, the mother of the groom, watched Penelope with a mixture of pride and awe. "My son has truly chosen well." She murmured to herself, her heart swelling with love. "Penelope is a gem among women, a true jewel in his crown."

As the guests continued to marvel at Penelope's beauty, their whispers of admiration filled the air, a testament to the bride's radiant charm and undeniable allure.

As the wedding ceremony began, the Archbishop, a figure of authority and solemnity, stood at the altar, his presence commanding respect and reverence. The cathedral was adorned with flowers and flickering candles, casting a warm and inviting glow over the gathered congregation.

With a voice that resonated through the sacred space, the Archbishop addressed the congregation. "Dearly beloved." He began, his words carrying a weight of significance. "We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of two souls, bound together by the bonds of love and devotion." With solemn dignity, he addressed the couple before him.

"Alfred Debling, Duke of Northumberland and Earl of Beverley, and Penelope Featherington." He intoned, his voice resonating through the grand cathedral. "Do you come here today, freely and without reservation, to join yourselves in marriage?"

"I do." Alfred declared, his gaze unwavering as he looked upon Penelope.

"I do." Penelope affirmed, her voice steady with determination.

The Archbishop nodded approvingly before continuing. "Do you promise to love, honor and cherish each other, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." They both responded in unison, their voices filled with conviction.

"Very well." The archbishop said, his tone solemn yet warm. "Now, I invite you both to share your own vows, words from your hearts that will bind you together in love and commitment."

Penelope stepped forward, her eyes shining with love as she looked into Alfred's eyes. "Alfred." She began, her voice soft yet resolute. "From the moment our paths crossed, my life has been forever changed. In your arms, I have found a love so pure and true, a love that has illuminated the darkest corners of my soul and brought light into my world. Today, as I stand before you, I vow to cherish and honor you for all the days of my life. I promise to support you in times of joy and sorrow, to stand by your side through every triumph and challenge that may come our way. I vow to be your confidante, your partner, and your friend, to share in your dreams, duties and responsibilities, and to walk hand in hand with you on this journey called life. I promise to love you fiercely and unconditionally, to laugh with you in moments of happiness and to comfort you in times of sadness. I vow to be your rock, your shelter, and your refuge, to offer you solace and strength in times of need. With all that I am and all that I have, I pledge my heart to you Alfred, to love you with every beat, to honor you with every breath, and to cherish you for all eternity. With you, I have found my truest self, and I am eternally grateful for the love and light you have brought into my life. Today, I give you my hand, my heart, and my soul, and I eagerly anticipate the adventures we will share together as husband and wife.

I love you, Alfred, more than words can express, and I vow to spend the rest of my days showing you the depth of my love and devotion, for as long as we both shall live."

As Penelope spoke her vows, Alfred felt his heart swell his emotion. His love for her deepening with each word spoken. With a steady gaze upon her, he prepared to profess his deepest sentiments, his voice resonating with sincerity and devotion as he began his wedding vows.

"Penelope, my love. From the first moment our paths intertwined, I knew that you were the missing piece of my soul, the beacon of light that will guide me through the darkest of nights. In your presence, I have found a love so profound and pure, a love that has transformed my life in ways I never thought possible. Today, as we stand here surrounded by the beauty of our love, I pledge myself to you in heart, mind and spirit. I vow to honor and cherish you, to protect and support you, to be your unwavering companion through every joy and every trial that lies ahead. I promise to listen to your words with an open heart, to hold your dreams as dearly as my own, and to walk beside you with steadfast determination, come what may. I vow to be your shelter in the storm, your guiding light in the darkness, and your constant source of strength and encouragement. With every beat of my heart, I offer you my love, unyielding and true. I promise to laugh with you in moments of joy, to comfort you in times of sorrow, and to share in the wonders of life's journey as your partner, confidant, and your friend. Today, I take you as my wife, my soulmate, and my forever love. I eagerly anticipate the adventures that await us, knowing that together, we are capable of conquering any obstacle and weathering any storm. In the presence of our loved ones and under the watchful gaze of the heavens above, I vow to love you with all that I am, for all that I have, for all eternity.

You are the only one I will ever love. I love you, Penelope, with every fiber of my being, and I promise to spend the rest of my days proving the depth of my love for you, until the end of time itself."

As the heartfelt vows of Penelope and Alfred echoed through the hallowed halls of the church, the guests were moved to tears by the profound love and devotion shared between the couple. There wasn't a dry eye in the room as the couple exchanged promises of everlasting love and commitment, their words weaving a tapestry of emotion that touched the hearts of all who bore witness.

As the final words of their vows hung in the air, the Archbishop, with reverence and solemnity, bestowed upon them his blessing. With a warm smile, he invited them to seal their union with a kiss, a symbolic gesture of their newfound unity as husband and wife.

With a tender embrace, Alfred and Penelope shared a kiss that spoke volumes of their love, their lips meeting in a moment of pure bliss that seemed to suspend time itself. The guests erupted into applause, their joyous cheers reverberating throughout the church, a chorus of celebration for the newlyweds.

As the applause subsided, the Archbishop, his voice filled with solemnity and reverence, proclaimed them husband and wife. With a flourish, he turned to address the congregation, introducing the newlywed couple with their noble titles.

"Ladies and gentlemen." He announced, his voice resonating with authority. "May I present to you Alfred Arthur Debling and Penelope Anne Debling, the Duke and Duchess of Northumberland, and the Earl and Countess of Beverley."

The guests erupted into cheers once more, their jubilant voices filling the air as they rose to their feet to offer their congratulations to the newlyweds. Alfred and Penelope, now officially united in marriage, exchanged smiles of pure happiness, their hearts overflowing with gratitude for the love and support of their family and friends.

And as they stepped out of the church into the warm embrace of the sunlight, hand in hand, they knew that their journey together was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and boundless love that would carry them through a life time of happiness and joy.

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The Honeymoon

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets of London, Alfred and Penelope bid farewell to their wedding guests at Northumberland House and departed for Alnwick Castle, their carriage trundling through the cobbled streets as they left the city behind.

Inside the carriage, Penelope leaned against Alfred's shoulder, her hand clasped in his as they journeyed towards their honeymoon destination. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated their faces, casting a warm and intimate ambiance as they shared in quiet conversation.

Alfred whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Can you believe that we're finally married?"

Penelope turned to him with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "It still feels like a dream." She admitted, her voice filled with wonder. "But I could not be happier to be your wife, Alfred."

Duke Alfred Debling reached out to caress Penelope's cheek tenderly, his touch sending shivers of delight down her spine. "And I, my dear duchess, could not be more blessed to have you by my side." He replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

As the carriage rumbled on, Penelope and Alfred continued to share tender kisses and whispered words of love, savoring the quiet moments of intimacy and connection. Alfred restrained himself into taking his wife at the carriage as he wants their first time to be spent at the comfort of their bed. But having Penelope by his arms, kissing her plump lips, and the warmth of her touch makes him aroused causing pain to his throbbing member.

As the carriage rolled through the grand gates of Alnwick Castle, Penelope and Alfred were greeted by the majestic sight of their official home. The imposing structure loomed before them, its stone walls standing as a testament to centuries of history and tradition.

As they stepped down from the carriage, the two were greeted with warm smiles and respectful bows from the staff. Jefferson, the main butler, approached them with a welcoming demeanor, followed closely by Mary, the housekeeper, and the rest of the household staff.

"Welcome home, your Grace, your Grace." Jefferson said with a deep bow. "We are delighted to have you both here at Alnwick Castle."

Mary stepped forward, her face beaming with joy. "Indeed, we have been eagerly awaiting your arrival, my lady." She said, turning towards Penelope, their new Duchess. "Please allow us to show you to your chambers so you may refresh yourselves after your journey."

Penelope and Alfred followed the staff to their own separate chambers, where a luxurious bath had been prepared for them. The warm water was a welcome relief after the long journey from London, and Penelope sighed with contentment as she sank into the fragrant bubbles.

After dressing in fresh clothing, Penelope and Alfred made their way to the main dining hall, where a sumptuous meal awaited them. The table was set with fine China and gleaming silverware, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of roast vegetables and savory dishes.

Over dinner, Alfred regaled Penelope with tales of the history of Alnwick Castle, pointing out various points of interest and sharing anecdotes from his childhood spent within its walls. Penelope listened with rapt attention, her eyes sparkling with interest and wonder.

After their meal, Alfred suggested a tour of the estate, and Penelope eagerly agreed. Hand in hand, they explored the opulent drawing rooms, the cozy study rooms for each of them and the vast library filled with ancient tomes and treasured volumes.

Finally, Alfred led Penelope to their shared bedchambers, where a large comfortable bed awaited them. As they stood together in the dim light of the flickering candles, Penelope felt a surge of gratitude and love for the man standing beside her.

As Alfred and Penelope embraced, their passion ignited like a flame in the dimly lit room. With each tender kiss, the heat between them intensified, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through their bodies.

Alfred Debling showered Penelope with kisses, his lips trailed a path of fire across her skin, igniting a fierce desire within her. With each touch, each caress, Penelope's heart raced with anticipation, her body aflame with longing.

With a sense of urgency, Alfred led them to the bed, his hands deftly removing each piece of clothing until they were both gloriously naked, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. Penelope gasped as Alfred's mouth found her neck, his kisses sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As Alfred's lips moved lower, trailing kisses down her chest and onto her large breasts, Penelope arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His mouth closed over her nipples, sucking gently as his tongue teased the sensitive flesh, sending bolts of ecstasy shooting through her body.

Feeling the growing heat between her thighs, Penelope's breath hitched in anticipation, her body quivering with need. She could feel the throbbing heat of Alfred's member against her skin, the sensation sending waves of desire crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"Alfred.." She murmured, her voice trembling with desire. "I need you."

Alfred's response was a low growl of desire as he positioned himself above her, his eyes burning with passion as he gazed down at her. "I'm here, my love." He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I will be gentle, I promise."

With a tender touch, Alfred guided himself to Penelope's entrance, his cock throbbing with need as he prepared to claim her as his own. He pressed forward slowly, his movement gentle yet firm, as he entered her depths with a groan of pleasure.

Penelope gasped as she felt the sensation of fullness, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. But as the initial discomfort gave way to pleasure, she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy of their union, her moans of pleasure mingling with his as they moved together in perfect harmony.

As Alfred's hips surged forward, his movements became more urgent, more primal, as he sought to give his wife the ultimate pleasure. Penelope's body responded eagerly to his touch, her hips rising to meet his with each thrust, their movements synchronized in a dance of passion and desire.

Feeling the intense pleasure building within her, Penelope reached up and grabbed Alfred by the hair, pulling him close as she devoured his lips with fervor. Their kisses were hungry, desperate, as they sought to consume each other with their passion, their tongues tangling in a heated embrace.

"Alfred.." Penelope moaned, her voice filled with need. "Oh Alfred.. Yes.. Harder.."

Alfred's response was a low growl of desire as he increased the speed of his thrusts, his hips driving against hers with unbridled intensity. He devoured her breasts with his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic as he elicited loud moans of pleasure from Penelope's lips.

"God, you are so beautiful Penelope." Alfred whispered between kisses, his voice husky with desire. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Penelope's response was a wordless cry of pleasure as she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy of their union. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and groans mingling in the air as they lost themselves in the pleasure of their passion.

"Alfred.." Penelope gasped. "Oh, Alfred! Don't stop."

"I won't my love. Come. Break apart for me, Penelope."

Duke Debling redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more fervent, as he sought to bring his wife to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. As they reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, their cries of release filling the air, Penelope could not help but realize how wonderful it is to share bodies as husband and wife.

As their bodies gradually came down from the heights of passion, Alfred tenderly pulled Penelope into his arms, holding her close as they lay tangled together in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Are you alright, my love?" Alfred asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "Did I hurt you?"

Penelope shook her head, a contented smile playing at her lips. "No, Alfred. I'm fine." She reassured him. "In fact, that was incredible. You were incredible."

Alfred's face broke into a relieved smile and he pressed a tender kiss to Penelope's forehead. "I'm glad to hear that." He murmured, his voice filled with love.

After a moment of comfortable silence. Penelope hesitated before speaking up. "Alfred, now that we're married.. Do you think we'll have a child?"

Alfred considered her question for a moment before responding. "Well, my love, the chances are rather low from our first time." He explained gently. "But if it's something you desire, we can certainly try again." He understands the meaning behind his wife's question. As the duchess, it was Penelope's duty to give him an heir and a spare, ensuring the continuity of their family's esteemed lineage and bloodline.

A mischievous glint appeared in Alfred's eyes as he added. "In fact, we could try as often as you like. Every day and every night maybe? After all, practice makes perfect, does it not?"

Penelope laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Oh, you incorrigible man." She teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. "But yes, let's try again. And again, and again... Until we have at least three sons."

"Three? You want that many a son?" Alfred was surprised but equally happy with Penelope's desire for children.

"Yes, of course. Our first born would inherit the dukedom. Our second son would then become the Baron Featherington, if my sisters would not be able to provide a son before we do. And then our third son would be the Earl of Beverley. Don't you think it wise to share our titles between them? I know you had a hard time, being an only child, taking care of everything by your hands. I want our children to share and experience joy and difficulties equally and not to single out one for hardship."

Alfred's surprise at Penelope's revelation quickly gave way to a profound sense of joy and gratitude. The thought of starting a family with Penelope, of watching their children grow and flourish, filled him with a sense of immense happiness and pride.

As Penelope explained her vision for their future children, Alfred listened with rapt attention, his heart swelling with love for the woman who lay beside him, her beauty radiant in the soft glow of the evening light.

"That is a wonderful plan, my love." Alfred replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "To think that our children could carry on such esteemed titles and legacies fills me with pride beyond measure."

He reached out to take Penelope's hand in his, their fingers intertwining in a silent pledge of unity and devotion. "I vow to stand by your side, Penelope, as we embark on this journey together, to support you in every decision we make for our family, and to cherish each precious moment we share with our children."

With a tender smile, Penelope returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with love and anticipation for the future. "And I vow to love you, Alfred, with every fiber of my being, to be your partner and your confidante in all things, and to nurture and protect our family with all the love in my heart."

With each word they spoke, their bond deepened, their love shining bright as they envisioned a future filled with laughter, love and the patter of tiny feet. And as they embraced, united in their dreams and desires, they knew that together they could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.

The next morning

As Alfred woke to find Penelope sleeping peacefully beside him, he could not help but be captivated by her beauty. Her hair has tousled from sleep, framing her delicate features like a halo, and a soft smile played at her lips as she dreamed.

Leaning in close, Alfred pressed a gentle kiss to Penelope's lips, his touch tender as he sought to rouse her from her slumber. Penelope stirred at his touch, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly awoke to the sensation of his lips against hers. As her eyes opened, she was greeted by the sight of her husband's handsome face, his eyes filled with warmth and desire.

"Good morning, my love." Alfred whispered softly, his voice filled with affection.

"Good morning, Alfred." Penelope replied, her voice heavy with sleep. But as she felt his lips against hers, she could not help but feel a stirring of desire deep within her.

Alfred murmured softly with affection in his voice. "I hope you slept well. I couldn't resist waking you with a kiss."

Penelope's smile widened as she stretched languidly, her body arching towards him in silent invitation. "I'm glad you did. And now that I'm awake, what shall we do?"

A mischievous glint appeared in Alfred's eyes as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Penelope's ear. "Well, my wife, I thought we might engage in a little... morning exercise." The Duke of Northumberland whispered, his voice filled with promise.

Penelope's cheeks flushed with anticipation as she nodded eagerly, her heart racing with excitement. With a playful grin, Alfred began to explore her body with his hands and mouth, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Their kisses grew more fervent as passion ignited between them once more, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they lost themselves in the pleasure of their love.

As the intensity of their passion grew, Alfred's hands began to roam over his wife's body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that left her trembling with desire. And when he reached her most intimate parts, he did not hesitate to show her the depths of his love.

With tender care, Alfred pressed kisses to Penelope's thighs, his lips trailing a path of fire as he moved closer to his ultimate goal. And when he finally reached his destination, he wasted no time in lavishing her with his attentions, his tongue exploring every inch of her with a skill that left her gasping for breath.

Penelope cries out in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his touch.

"Alfred.. don't stop.."

With each flick of his tongue, each caress of his lips, Alfred drove her higher and higher, his skillful ministrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. And as she finally reached the peak of pleasure, her body convulsing with release.

"My love, you are my everything." Alfred murmured, his voice a soft whisper as he pressed a tender kiss against Penelope's forehead.

"As are you to me." Penelope replied, her voice filled with emotion as she snuggled closer to him, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "Forever and always."

With those words, they drifted off back to sleep, their bodies entwined in a loving embrace, their hearts united in a bond that would endure for all eternity.

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Epilogue

Six years have passed since Duke Alfred Debling and Penelope (neé Featherington) Debling exchanged their vows, and in that time, their lives have been filled with love, joy, and the blessings of a family. As the 1822 social season begins, the Debling household in London is bustling with activity, a testament to the happiness and fulfillment that Alfred and Penelope have found in each other’s arms.

Eloise Bridgerton, Penelope’s oldest and closest friend came to visit their estate as to catch up with the redhead. Eloise remains unmarried, and will probably be until the end of the current season as she still refuses to take on any suitors. Her mother, Violet had already lost hope at her daughter’s prospect for marriage yet still proud that Eloise stands to live life on her own without needing the support of her brother the Viscount and her sister the Duchess. From time to time, she spends long months at Northumberland, helping Penelope take care of her little children and accompany the redhead for her duties at the duchy. And now that the Debling Family is back in London, the brunette wasted no time to come visit her dearest friend to discuss about the upcoming issues for Lady Whistledown’s columns.

As Eloise and Penelope stepped into the main drawing room of the Debling residence, they were greeted by the lively sight of Henry and Agatha engaged in a spirited bout of sibling rivalry. The two children were in the midst of a playful tussle, their laughter filling the air as they vied for dominance.

“Henry Arthur Debling!” Penelope’s voice rang out, firm but tinged with affection as she addressed her son by his full name, her brown furrowed in gentle reprimand. “What do you think you’re doing young man? You know better than to fight with your sister.”

Henry momentarily chastened by his mother’s scolding, looked sheepishly at Penelope before casting a glance at his younger sister, who stood before him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“But mama.” Henry protested with indignation. “Agatha started it!”

Penelope sighed, her lips quirking into a fond smile as she knelt down to the children’s eye level, her tone gentle but firm. “I don’t care who started it, Henry. As the older brother, it’s your responsibility to protect your sister and act as a gentleman. Now, both of you, go find your brother Edward and ask him to play with you.”

With a resigned nod, Henry and Agatha scurried off, their playful bickering forgotten as they obediently obeyed their mother’s command. As they disappeared from view, Penelope turned to Eloise with a weary but amused expression.

“They certainly keep me on my toes.” She remarked, a hint of laughter in her voice as she settled back into her seat. “I swear, some days it feels like I’m running a circus rather than a household.”

Eloise chuckled in response, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she took a seat beside her best friend. “Children certainly have a way of keeping life interesting, don’t they?”

Before Penelope could reply, Eloise’s expression turned thoughtful as she broached a more serious topic. “Speaking of children, how is my godson, William? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

A warm smile graced Penelope’s features as she spoke of her youngest son. “William is doing wonderfully. He is currently at Jocasta’s care as she missed him terribly so.” She replied, her voice tinged with pride. “He’s growing like a weed and getting into all sorts of mischief now that he’s started to crawl, just like his siblings. But he’s a sweet baby at heart, and I couldn’t be prouder to call him my son.”

As the two friends settled into conversation, the laughter of children echoed in the distance, a reminder of the joy and chaos that filled their lives. And as they caught up on the events from the off season, their bond of friendship only grew stronger, a testament to the enduring power of love and companionship in the face of life’s trials and tribulations.

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Alfred Arthur Debling, the Duke of Northumberland and Earl of Beverley, has flourished more both personally and professionally in the years since his marriage to Penelope. With her unwavering support and love by his side, Alfred has navigated the responsibilities of his titles with grace and dignity, earning the respect and admiration of his peers and constituents alike. Known for his integrity, compassion and unwavering dedication to his family and community, Alfred has become a pillar of strength and leadership in society, leaving a lasting legacy that will endure for generations to come.

Penelope Debling, the Duchess of Northumberland and Countess of Beverley, has blossomed into a confident and radiant woman, her grace and charm captivating all who have the privilege of knowing her. With her innate kindness, intelligence, and boundless energy, Penelope has become a beloved figure in society, admired for her charitable endeavors and unwavering commitment to her family. AS a mother, Penelope nurtures and guides her children with love and devotion, instilling in them the values of kindness, compassion, and integrity that she holds dear.

Their eldest, Edward Arthur Debling, is fastly growing into a young man. At the young age of six, he has inherited his father’s sense of honor and duty while forging his own path in the world. Edward excels in his studies, earning the respect and admiration of his parents’ peers and acquaintances. As the heir of the Northumberland dukedom, Edward is destined for greatness, his future bright with promise and possibility.

Henry Arthur, at four years, and Agatha Anne, at three, the spirited siblings, have grown into inseparable companions, their bond as strong as ever as they navigate the joys and challenges of childhood together. As the second born son, Henry inherited and became the Baron Featherington at his birth, as there were no other sons born from Penelope’s sisters, making Penelope the current Baroness as her son is unmarried and has not come of age yet. Agatha, being the only daughter in the family is well loved by all as she mirrors the beauty her redhead mother has, making her a spectacle in everyone’s eyes. With Penelope’s guidance and their Alfred’s wisdom, they have flourished into kind-hearted and adventurous souls, eager in exploring the world around them.

And then there is William Arthur, the youngest member of the Debling family, born just a year ago, a bundle of energy and mischief who brings endless laughter and joy to their lives. With his infectious smiles and cries, William is a constant source of delight for his parents and siblings, his presence a reminder of the beauty and wonder of life’s simplest pleasures. Being the youngest son, he is expected to take over the Earl of Beverley’s title when he comes of age.

Together as a family, Alfred and Penelope Debling have found happiness and fulfillment beyond their wildest dreams, their love for each other and their children serving as the foundation upon which their lives are built. As they embark on the 1822 social season and all the adventures that lie ahead, they do so with hearts full of gratitude, knowing that their greatest treasure is the love they share and the family they have created together.

xx The End xx