You and Me

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: tina2

i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

He had not killed him. That, was all Anthony Bridgerton could find relief in when the bullet struck his best friend . . . and greatest traitor. The gun had fired and hit the Duke but it was without critical injury. And yet . . . Anthony had to flee. Shooting a Duke would warrant an investigation whether Simon issued it or not, and Anthony could not be here for it.

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Duels were illegal for this very purpose and should he get caught . . . it would have consequences that the Viscount was not prepared for. He could not bare to see his family as he hurriedly rode off, finding solace in that one fact: Simon would live. It was never his intention to mortally wound the man but nor could he let his actions go without the necessary repercussions. He had dishonored them all and he had not paid the price. And so did Anthony.

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But the eldest son would not wallow in self pity. He had made arrangements to escape this place and so once he arrived back in the city, he went immediately to Siena's house and it was from there, that they would flee. He had just enough coin for the travel and perhaps to purchase a home at some point. They were well away from the city . . . well into the country. The days that came involved the long travel, nights spent at various inns and soon enough . . . the purchase of their very own home. It was . . . small.

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Incredibly small and when all was set in place and it belonged to them, Anthony could only stare in the entranceway. He was fairly certain with two steps, he would cross the entire foyer -- if it could even be called as such. "I suppose this will do," he stated, though knew his own voice wasn't entirely . . . convinced. Yet he also learned through experience . . . that it was not Anthony's wealth that she valued. Clearly. If she was willing to be with him under such circumstances.

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Siena never thought the day ahead of them would come. As she paced around her room, she nervously bit her fingers, wondering what the outcome of Anthony's duel would be. Would he be shot dead? She could never live with that. Never. The young woman would even resort to taking her own life if she were to receive news of her lover's demise. She could not even bring herself to sleep when she rested her head on her pillow, her thoughts  continuously buzzing around her restless mind. And so, when she heard a knock at her door, Siena already had her bags packed and ready to go. Genevieve, her  closest friend, was staying with her for the night. The brunette explained the plan to her, much to her friend's slight disapproval. Kissing the back of Gen's hands, she whispered a warm farewell and scurried to the front door. There, she found Anthony, the love of her life and without further hesitance, she jumped into his arms, ready to travel far, far way from Grosvenor Square -- presumably Scotland.  But before they could do that, they had to find a cottage to live in. Grinning in amusement at her soon-to-be husband's words, Siena nudged him with his shoulder, "This will do perfectly, Anthony," For the first time, she'd referred to him by his first name instead of "My Lord". It certainly felt strange to her. She'd have to get used to it. "Come on, help me set up of the fire, and we can get dinner ready."

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: tina2

i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

Anthony knew that he needed to be content with their household. The most important thing was that he was with Siena and the rest . . . would require adjustment. But if they were together, then surely, they could endure anything. Even small spaces which barley contained enough space for two people. A slight exaggeration perhaps but the Viscount . . . the former Viscount was used to quite different accommodations. All was distracted from his mind when Siena referred to him by his Christian name. He turned his head to look at her, whether she was looking at him or not. And a soft expression touched his features, his lips curving upwards in a smile to match. He loved hearing it. The foreign way it sounded upon her tongue but not unwelcome in the slightest. He belatedly registered that she had said anything else to him . . . other than his name. Other than calling him Anthony. [

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"Right," he said, trying to snap out of it. Approaching the fireplace which already contained some suitable firewood, he reached for the flint and steel. Staring at both things he made a bit of a face. There was certainly a technique to this, surely . . . but he never had to do this before. Not once in his 29 years of life. Crouching in front of the fireplace he rubbed the two things together to create a spark. Nothing. He attempted again; nothing. Did one use cloth to aid in this process? "Perhaps I will just keep you warm tonight," he suggested with a playful smile, an attempt to draw attention from his inability to get the damn spark started.

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Rising to a stand, he turned to look at her, unable to forget what she had said to him despite the need to start a fire -- and his lacking desire to make attempt so soon. The thoughts spurring into deeper ones. "Could you be happy here, Siena?" He asked her softly. He wanted to make her happy and . . . she said this place was perfect yet, he wanted to be sure. Her happiness was all that mattered in the world right now. Where he once had siblings and a mother to care for and estates to manage . . . it was all gone. His sole attention and focus would be on her and so, he could not bare the thought that their circumstances, being far from what she truly desired.

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It was a strange feeling to her, calling him by his Christian name. Alas, she wanted to get used to it, to use it more often than she needed to just to relish in the moment that they were no longer unequal in society. He had made the decision to run away with her and finally, they were at the perfect time and more importantly, place. He was home to her and she could not bare spending another second without him. She would not be able to bear it. Chuckling at his inability to light the fire, Siena approached him from behind and embraced him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'll do it." She reassured him, taking the flint and steel from his hands. Kneeling, she began to strike the iron with the flint and after some time, a fire was initiated and she pulled the empty pot near it. Upon rising from her position, his question caught her slightly off guard. Sure, she was used to some sort of luxury, but this would do. "As long as I am in your presence, My Lor-" Did she not call him by Christian name only seconds ago? "Anthony," She paused, donning one of her famous grins. "I'll always be happy. Have I not told you that several times before?" Warmth radiated from the fireplace, yet the warmth that Siena truly felt existed in the small space between their figures. Anthony Bridgerton

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