Party Games

[Princess Charlotte]

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Seated around the table underneath the tent, Princess Charlotte was surrounded by her favourites (ladies of high stature, be it duchesses and the alike) and a few men connected to them. Amongst them that evening was Benedict Bridgerton, the brother of thhe Viscount. An invitation was extended to him because she'd heard that he was quite the social butterfly in comparison to his brothers. After a few rounds of champagne, Charlotte called to one of the servants to bring her a stack of notes. Using the quills offered to her, she passed them around to her companions to initiate a game of 'Who Am I'? It was a popular game amongst drunkards where they'd write the names of celebrities and well-known characters on a piece of paper and stick it to their foreheads, leading them to guess who they are. Placing hers on her head, which stated "Queen Charlotte" (unbeknownst to her, of course), she began, "Am I female?"

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Princess Charlotte

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Benedict had been pleasantly -- to say the least -- surprised to receive an invitation from the Princess of Wales. Everyone of course knew that she was in the city remaining with the Queen, but Benedict had not been expecting an invitation to one of her social events. As the second son, he was often the . . . less recognized one. Which, certainly had its benefits. Between his older brother being the Viscount, and his younger brother who enjoyed the dance floor . . . Benedict fell in the middle and found his own sources of, entertainment.

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So being invited to this event left the aspiring artist both grateful and excited to be a part of it. The evening had been going splendidly. The company was good and it felt far more, relaxed than he thought possible. Or perhaps it was the drink that helped facilitate such feelings. Nevertheless, Benedict was enjoying himself and even in the presence of royalty, did not feel so . . . strained.

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He hardly expected her to give notice to him with so many other wonderful individuals to converse with, but what man would not wish to seek the attention of a beautiful princess. As there were all gathered under the tent, Benedict grew distracted from conversation as he watched Charlotte write on several cards, the game rather clear as those near were ready to engage in it. And she started things off, holding the card up and asking if she was female.

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Benedict smiled at the name on the card; the irony of it. No one else seemed to immediately answer so he gave response. "I would certainly hope so," he said with a slight tone of teasing, for he was playing upon the fact that he was answering in response to her and not the name written down. His eyes ever so slightly widened however upon realization of the words and how they may have come off.

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For when the words escaped him, he suddenly wondered if he had been too bold to make such a tease. Damn this champagne that left him too at ease . . . clearly. "Indeed you are," he quickly clarified in attempt to rectify his earlier statement should she take offense. And to keep from saying anything else potentially offensive, he took a sip of his champagne; the irony of it being that this drink was perhaps what had gotten himself in trouble to begin with.

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Most of the individuals she knew from London's Ton were invited to her lavish parties. She was known for them, in fact, having thrown one when she had just turned sixteen, inviting half of London to it (much to her family's dismay). Charlotte liked to be entertained, similarly to her grandmother, despite the fact that they sought it in different manners. Chuckling slightly at Benedict's response, she glanced up at the top of the tent for a moment, thinking about who it was stuck on her forehead. "Perhaps it is an actor dressed as a woman, then," That couldn't be it, though. "Right, skip my turn!" Lottie requested, turning to Benedict, the first person who offered her an answer. Squinting her eyes, she tried to read who was on his forehead. "Ask away, Benedict!" There was no need for formalities when she was a tipsy royal.

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