A Moment Of Weakness for Elizabeth

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

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[Elizabeth Davenport]

It was late and nearly time for Elizabeth to go to bed. Her nose was buried in a book and she was about to finish her last chapter before she retired for the evening. Benedict was not hope but it was not out of the ordinary for him to spend the evenings with Henry and return the following day. It did not bother Elizabeth one bit, as she knew this had been the life she signed up for. So long as Benedict remained happy, that was all she cared about. That, and as long as she knew Benedict was safe she did not have to worry.

A sound from downstairs caught her attention and Elizabeth frowned. It certainly sounded like the front door had been opened. Putting her book down, Elizabeth made her way down the hallway and towards the stairs where she spotted Benedict. The frown on her face deepened, unsure as to what he was doing home. Normally at this hour he would be with Henry and just spend the night. "Benedict?" She called out, going down the stairs and to his side. "Is everything alright?" She asked, worry evident on her face. Surely Henry would not have allowed Benedict to travel home so late at night and in such a state. The two loved one another too much to allow for such a dangerous journey to occur. The smell coming from Benedict told Elizabeth that he'd had quite a bit to drink, only furthering her confusion. What the bloody hell was going on?

3. Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent

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Tag: Benedict Bridgerton

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