ugh why cant i create anymore images
That is quite interesting
perfect
THAT is spice
THAT is good
give me more of that
Bridget’s mother knows Bridget needs a husband and if she can’t secure one on her debut as a disabled woman, she may never find one. As for Bainbridge he’d be marrying the Viscount’s sister so marrying a family with title will help his family in return.
Okay actually I can use the distraction of writing. So hurry up people and give me something to reply to already
LITERALLY
Oh shopt I forgot again
Gonna write a reply to you right away!
Looking forward to seeing it!
Back to Bruce now?
Ilyas really said I’m tired of this convo let’s start a new one
HELL YEAH!
Let me know what you think
Love the post! I’m really starting to enjoy them more
well you certainly got a new one, babe
Something should be left in the past wouldn’t you say?
yeah, Katrina
Wait I thought the Harrison X Adeline calling would be ending?

THEN SHOW ME !!
WRITE IT !!
BRING ME SPICE
Let me quote some of my favorites then, since you missed it
"Lady Beckham, it’s Bainbridge.”
“Lord Brantley! I must confess, this is an absolute surprise I had no idea anyone would call on me.”
“That cannot be true. Surely you must’ve known … from the way I complimented you. Or from the way the gentleman with the brown hair and blue eyes looked at you I assume he also gave you enough compliments for you to know he’d be coming to see you today as well.”
He’s talking about Finch
“Yes, Lord Brantley, you have known our daughter for many years and I had yet to see in interest in courting her, which is why I ask your intentions with her.”
“At this moment in time I have no dishonorable intentions, I assure you, but I also have no honorable intentions. I’m only visiting the woman I admire hoping it’s enough for everything else to fall into place.”
“As I have said, my lord, I just think that one of the other ladies are simply the best choice.”
“I wonder, Lady Beckham, which of the ladies you think are a better choice than you … I have found no such lady.”
"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.
His only words were a mumbled. “None of them compare.”
“I would Lord Brantley, but that would not be fair to you or very hospitable of me. If it is ok with you, you could come with me to see them.”
She needs to put her baby twins to bed and is inviting Bainbridge to go with her as she sings them to sleep … She usually only sings to them in private and doesn’t show anybody her singing voice
Bridget knelt by their cribs, gently held their little hands, and began to sing, “Dacw 'Nghariad …” As she sung she nuzzled their noses with hers, rocked them gently in her arms, before placing them back in their cribs and covering them with a soft blanket.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
she meekly replied as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Yr wyt yn fy nghyfarwyddo, Arglwydd Brantley. Ie, dyna sydd orau.”
Translation
Welsh to English ~ “You flatter me, Lord Brantley. Yes, that is best.”
picking up the assorted tray of food and offered toward where she last knew he was, “Please, Lord Brantley, make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?”
He slowly took the try out of her hands, to not startle her, and put it aside. He then replied softly. “Yes, you can give me your hands. I have a gift for you.” He said, finally being able to give her the gift that’s been laying in his pocket all this while.
He then placed something that to her felt like a tiny box into her hands. The box was wrapped in red ribbon with a bow on top while the ribbon carefully avoided the odd metal sticking out of the box. “It is a tiny music box.”