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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Dec 28, 2021 1:09:16 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict was not used to indulging in so much drink. It had initially started to help him feel at ease surrounded by others of such high rank -- particularly their beautiful host, the Princess of Wales herself. But that ease had turned to strong comfort, engaging in whatever games were presented with good humour and distancing thoughts of requirements for formalities. Should Benedict think back to this evening without regret -- for this had yet to be determined depending on where the night led -- he would be most grateful for being invited to a rather enjoyable party but a woman who certainly knew how to throw one.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Their games led to one of tag, a seemingly juvenile game but when one played with men and women . . . there was a lot more fun that could surely be had. So Benedict did not question it, nor did he sought to conclude his time here with Adieu. Whether it was the copious amount of drink -- though still enough within his senses not to be without control or coherent mind -- or just the basic temptation of engaging in it, most likely a combination of both, Benedict partook. Which led him to walk hurriedly through the darkened hall of Charlotte's place of stay. The unfamiliarity of it added a certain thrill and the anticipation of what could happen had excitement rushing through the second son. This would indeed, be a party to remember.
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Post by Princess Charlotte on Dec 31, 2021 3:51:52 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes lolol! | After a lovely evening spent out in the gardens Carlton House occupied by the Princess of Wales as well as her parents (who were asleep, thankfully), a game of tag was suggested by one of the party goers. If she were sober, she'd have excused herself immediately, fearing that one of her family members would awaken and find her running about.
Her father, George IV, was the last person she wanted to see, desiring less of his temper that evening, finding more comfort in the presence of her estranged grandfather, George III, and divine grandmother, Charlotte.
Everyone began running into the estate, and Little Lottie followed them, gathering the hems of her dress as she ran inside and up the stairs to where all the quarters were. Laughing, she suddenly found herself hiding behind one of the guest room doors. The blonde was well aware of how this game ended. Someone would get caught and well... certain activities happened. Was it naughty? Incredibly, yet her family did not need to know.
There was one individual she had her sights on for quite a long time: Benedict Bridgerton. Peeking through the door, she hoped she'd catch sight of him. To her luck, he was nearing her threshold. Smirking, the princess suddenly grabbed him and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind her.
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Second Son Free Spirit
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Jan 7, 2022 4:28:15 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict managed to suppress any sound of surprise at the sudden presence of another who pulled him into a room . . . though there was surprised from the unexpected indeed. When he turned to see his apprehender, the smile remained on his lips, perhaps growing ever so slightly as he saw none other but the beautiful princess herself. She was indeed captivating, anyone with eyes could see it. But tonight, had allowed him a chance to see her beyond a princess.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ The formality of her royal position seemed to be secondary as first was just a beautiful woman. A gracious hostess. And the most exquisite captor he could have ever hoped to be taken by. Not even fully having realized he'd inched quite close to her he continued to softly smile, a gleam of playfulness in his eyes as his gaze was focused entirely on her. The copious amount of alcohol certainly hindering the logic of how he should not be so . . . flirtatious, nor close, nor even thinking what he dared to think . . . about a princess. With a princess.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Though perhaps copious was rather exaggerated. Benedict was just, unused to drinking enough to the point where he thought nothing wrong of being with someone of her position. Leaning forward as if to kiss her he paused, allowing them to merely remain as such close proximity. "And what shall my captor do with her captive?" He asked with the same playful tone to match the expression in his gaze.
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Post by Princess Charlotte on Jan 7, 2022 20:25:41 GMT
tagged words not a clue! notes lolol! | If she weren't intoxicated, she would have avoided this type of situation entirely. He was the brother of a Viscount and she, a princess -- a lady of blue blood, placed on the earth to someday become Queen of the United Kingdom. Thinking of it scared her to bits. Her grandfather had gone mad simply by managing the task for nearly fifty years and her father... well, he wasn't the kindest man and so, she feared his ideas as King Regent to the throne.
That was why her drunken state and the games that they played were indeed a risk. The blame, of course, would be placed on her as the hostess, but what would life be if not amusing? Princess Charlotte had the means to host such lavish parties and considering barely anyone objected, minus her father on occasion in an effort to ensure that she was maintaining her purity and sense. Little did he knew that his daughter had already lost her precious virginity a month after her sixteenth birthday to an incredibly close friend of hers.
She had acknowledged that she desired Prince Friedrich, and if she could not have him, then she would not marry, nor would she was a virgin Queen of England like Elizabeth the First.
Quickly disposing of such thoughts, she focused on the male before her, mirroring his smile. "Welcome aboard the royal ship," Charlotte announced, face only inches away from his. "Now you can either undress me or jump into the icy waters below and meet the dark abyss." Dramatic? Slightly, yet it amused her, and hoped it amused the nobleman, too.
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Second Son Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Jan 7, 2022 21:57:34 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict's eyes fell to her lips with their close proximity, a smile playing upon his own. Her words, indeed providing an enticing offer. Her statement of welcome prompting his mind to slip further and further away from logic. Should he have a shred of it, he would have recognized that he should not be here alone with a Princess. A woman of such elevated rank with a second son . . . yet, here they did not seem to be as such. Here, they were just a man and a woman and Benedict would gladly explore the pleasures that came with that.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "I should like to explore the pleasures aboard this ship's journey," he said playing along with her tease. His lips lightly touched the corner of her mouth in a tender kiss, before he continued speaking. "And taste the warm waters instead," he further teased, before capturing her lips in a kiss. With no pun intended in his mind, he was indeed testing the waters . . . the embrace starting off slow so to gage her reaction.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Something told him she was not without experience in this, if her ease of flirtations were any indication -- even if it was just through light touches and suggestive remarks. But at the same time, Benedict would not assume. Her offer while stated, could just as easily be taken away and the last thing he wished to do was to cause her any offense. So he showed restraint, his mouth carefully moving against her lips as one of his hands slid along her back, breathing into the kiss that he was fortunately not too drunk to soak in the sensation of.
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Post by Princess Charlotte on Jan 21, 2022 1:22:43 GMT
The corners of her lips broke into a small smile as he kissed them, melting away the second his finally touched hers. Her hand crept up his tailcoat, fumbling with the shirt underneath, wondering what hid behind the garments he wore. The differences in rank did not much sense any more now that they were hidden away from the public's eye. It was just them in that room, and she would certainly derive pleasure from the circumstance. Letting go of his lips for a moment, she chuckled softly as she pulled him closer toward where the bed was. Did they have to use it? Not necessarily. "Then you are safe under my command," Charlotte suggested, picking up a random fan off one of the tables and fanning herself with it in a beguiling manner. "Tell me," Charlotte grinned. "Have I captured your attentions so far? Forget my title tonight," Lottie pulled him closer to her again, undoing his shirt with her free hand. "Forget yours. Would you have me?"The walls did not have ears -- she was sure of it somewhat). "You have been on my mind all evening, and I am confident that the tides of fate brought us together," The princess paused. "In my favour, at least." | She keeps her Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet
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