“I hear Lady Northwick is of a sharp mind and speaks quite the many languages, Lady Delaney has been named this season’s diamond, the vision of perfection I am told, your own sister, Lord Brantley, is unmatched in her compassion and kindness.” He didn’t reply anything to this, comparing Bridget to the ladies she mentioned but he couldn’t really do that. All the ladies she mentioned were in some way lacking, at least according to his opinion. Lady Northwick might be Abigail’s friend, but she is defeinitely too much like Abigail for his liking and she is a Northwick, and he knows there would still be dislike between the Northwicks and the Brantleys/Cuthberts if he married her because the families dislike each other despite Mervinia and Darius being married to one another. Lady Delaney might’ve been pronounced the best lady by the Queen, but what does that matter since he’s never met her … She might be completely wrong for him despite being the Queen’s favorite. And his statement still stands, since he hasn’t met her yet, it’s still correct that he hasn’t met a lady as special as Bridget. His sister might be special to him, but even she thinks of Bridget as special and admires her. His only words were a mumbled. “None of them compare.” But he didn’t want to trifle with her about how special she is, so he made sure she didn’t have time to respond to it and say any more things against herself. “Shall we go? The twins might get fussy if they don’t get to their nap on time.”.
Briget led them to the nursery where two small cribs were located. Inside the cribs was one todler in each. Bainbridge sighed happily as he doesn’t often interact with children this small. The sight of those rosey cheeked babies made him want to get married and have one of his own as soon as possible. When she started singing, his fascination with the children was disrupted by her beaitful voice and that beautiful song. He didn’t know the words to the song, nor did he understand them since they weren’t in English or any language he knew … Oh but it sounded like the sweetest words. She could’ve been singin about taxes for all he knows, but he didn’t care. Bainbridge felt as if he was intruding on the moment so he stepped back to where the Dowager Baroness stood and ovserved it from there. When she nuzzled their noses he felt heat in his face. She did it with so much love visible in her face that he desired such affection form her for himself. What he wanted his whole life was just played out in front of him and he was a bit jealous of it. He wanted children and a wife that he would love and she would love him … When the song ended and the the room was filled with silence, the Dowager Barness broke it by whispering to him. “That was Welsh, she can speak Gaelic, Irish, and Latin fluently as well…” to which he replied with “Both me and my sister see something in Bridget that she cannot … It elevates her above any lady in court, but I just cannot say what it is … It must be her plethora of talents, but I am not sure if that is the only thing about her that makes her … simply put … better.” As she approached them he felt embarrased. He believed a woman like that would find a better suitor, but it was too late becuase he’s already started falling in love with her. “If you want to leave or think less of me, I understand.” Her words made him want to hold his tongue. She was already embarrased and her face was as red as a pepper … If he had told her that what he just witnessed only made him lover her more she would faint. However he had to reply becuase if he stayed silent she would think that ricidulus thing she just said was true, becuase silence often confirms a question. “Lady Bridget, on the contrary … Your voice is better than most ladies in court and it only makes me want to be around you more. Let’s not wake the twins now that they’re finally asleep, shall we return to the parlor?” He said, as he clutched the gift he’s impatiently waiting to get her at the opportune moment.
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