A Moment of Weakness for Anthony

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A Moment of Weakness

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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20. My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

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Anthony had known when marrying Kate Sharma, that money was not in excess among the family. They had after all, not married for such reasons. The Viscount -- despite his previous refusal to accept the notion -- loved his wife and with that, came the desire to give her all that she longed for, so that she would never want for anything. Kate however, was a practical woman and not one who was overly indulgent. It was the actions he did for her family that meant more than buying her jewels and expensive gowns. Providing a dowry for Edwina for instance, had gained her such gratitude that it warmed Anthony's heart. So for her upcoming birthday, he wished to do something special for her that he felt she would never do for herself.

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Among the Bridgerton estate, there were portraits for his family; whether it was just the daughters, the sons, the parents . . . they were mounted on the walls throughout the home. And, he wanted to add the Sharmas to it as well. Starting with a portrait of Kate, Edwina and Mary. Anthony had commissioned one of the most notable artists in the ton, Henry Granville to do this task. He had seen the results first hand after all, and highly admired the artist's skills. However, the day was not going according to plan. The Sharmas had been running late in getting ready, Mary was delayed in joining them -- though would be here soon -- and Anthony . . . had fallen in. Though he refused to admit it. The night had been riddled with fever, and the morning it had taken him slightly longer to emerge from bed.

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He refused to sleep the day away, despite how heavy his entire body felt, the lack of appetite, vomiting whatever little was in his stomach . . . and the coughs and sporadic fevers that came throughout. Whatever it was, would surely pass with time. So hearing that Granville had arrived, Anthony would have to make apology for what he knew would be just a short wait . . . and compensate him should he be displeased by it. Entering the room that had been set up for the portrait, Anthony gave a smile -- not recognizing how weak it had come out on his paled features. "Mister Granville," he greeted. "Thank you for coming." He paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath, his body weakness leaving him winded even in just short bouts of action. "My sincere apologies. We are slightly behind schedule," he informed him.