ben-eath the surface

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: ros

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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

Benedict had returned home late tonight, having attended one of Granville's parties that he was frequenting more and more often. A place where he felt he could finally find ease and, like minded people. Where status meant nothing and it was just about the company one kept, rather than the rank that they held. A welcome mindset and shift from the everyday norm of society and expectations. Arriving home now and recognizing the hour was late, Benedict decided to enjoy the fresh air a little longer as he moved toward the gardens. He half expected to see Eloise sitting on the swing but she was not here this night.

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He made his way to one of them, seating himself on the wooden platform as he removed his coat, setting it next to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, promptly lighting it. Not precisely a habit he often partook in, and usually when he did, it was in the company of his sister -- oddly enough. Taking a slow breath of the it, he closed his eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the quiet moment and cool night air. A rustling prompted him to open them, seeing a figure not too far in the distance, and one he instantly recognized. "Miss Nolan," he greeted, so that his quiet presence would not alarm her in the otherwise darkly lit garden of their city estate. "Is all well? It is rather late is it not," he both asked and stated with a smile upon his lips, hoping all was well with her and for whatever reason sleep eluded her tonight.

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Rose was at Bridgeton Home collecting some stuff that she had forgot when she left with Daphne
after shipping it to Clyveton she walked over to the stables she had friends there and Daphne's
horse was one of them a beautiful white one.

"Hello darling she murmured and touched it maw and forehead, she knew Daphne would
fetch her later but at the moment she was stabled here.
"Hope your alright girl , yes I miss you to and stroke her white pelt.

she did not pay attention to the time but she needed to head back soon
she walked through the garden she had always enjoyed the garden, the trees
the flowers, she was a child of nature.
She crossed a path and a branch cracked under her feat, she picked it up when
she heard a voice.

"Miss Nolan," he greeted,  "Is all well? It is rather late is it not,

Rose looked up startled but smiled at her friend..."Mister Benedict I didn't notice you there,
she blushed a bit because she felt silly saying that but she said...."Why are you out so late sir, don't the ladies
entertain you.....