Sitting Among The Stars

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Prince Christian Frederick

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IT'S AS IF WE SIT AMONG THE STARS

Tonight was a rather special occasion. His mother was overjoyed that the Queen and her visiting royal guest had accepted invitation to the Bridgerton household. Lady Danbury of course was also in attendance -- along with the Queen's many guards who accompanied her. And well, the entire family was here. Ordinarily, Benedict knew quite well how to blend into the background -- he was the second son after all. Apart from a teasing remark towards one of his siblings here and there, he would not do a great deal to draw attention towards himself. But tonight . . . it seemed the option was take away from him and control, was not in his capabilities.

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He and the Prince -- a man who Benedict had surprisingly -- pleasantly so -- gotten along with quite well, had tried an elixir, foreign to Benedict's own taste. It was perhaps why he had grown overconfident in his tolerance for such substances -- having attended many a party of Granville's like. It was now that the results of such over confidence were making themselves known. While Benedict held no issue with it . . . perhaps when his mind sobered, he would realize that there were those, who may.

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Holding up a fork in front of him, Benedict's gaze was burned onto the piece of cutlery. Amazement and wonder evident in his gaze as his eyes went between widening and squinting. Inspecting the item as if it was the greatest invention of all the world . . . and one that he most recently discovered. "Remarkable," he breathed, tone reflective of his awe. "It is so beautiful . . . is it not?" He was not even certain who he was talking to, but it was good fortune that the Prince of Denmark was seated next to him.

[Prince Christian Frederick]

If it were not for Benedict Bridgerton, he would not have survived this particular trial in his life. A sip from an elixir soon turned into them degrading themselves at the viscount's dinner table. Queen Charlotte was present and she was possibly the most frightening presence there. Prince Christian was always respectful and respectable in presence, never toeing the line, but now he was proving to be the most calamitous royal guest. He silently watched as Benedict lifted the fork and stared at it in pure awe. Christian swallowed hard before nodding, returning the sentiment. He did not wish to speak, yet it was as if his tongue could not hold itself back no matter what he did. He had once been a bloody soldier on the battlefield and now he couldn't even maintain his composure due to some liquid he'd just imbibed? Who was he? "Indeed -- a marvel to glance at," Christian returned, avoiding the queen's eye contact. It was as if the fork near his plate was radiating this type of energy, pulling him to pick it up himself and gaze at its silvery beauty. "I daresay this was designed by Caravaggio himself, wouldn't you agree, dear friend?" He sensed a dozen eyes on them. Benedict Bridgerton

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Prince Christian Frederick

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IT'S AS IF WE SIT AMONG THE STARS

Oh how positively WONDERFUL it was to be with such a like minded individual! One who truly understood the beauty and delicacy of such an intricate invention. "Why yes!" Benedict agreed zealously. "It truly inspires!" He exclaimed, his histrionic statement coupled with an equally enthusiastic action. He extended his hand as if to showcase the wonder, knocking over his glass of wine.

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It prompted a response from his mother -- faintly heard due to Benedict's lack of cohesion no doubt -- but instead, he just let out an obscure high pitch chuckle, slightly slide down in his seat. He turned to his friend, a man who Benedict was noticing a tad bit too intently with his lowered inhibitions. "As do you," he said with a continue large smile. Slowly blinking as if to clear his vision. "Has anyone painted you before?" He inquired, somehow forgetting the likelihood of it considering he is of royalty.

[Prince Christian Frederick]

It was a match made in heaven, the fork and the rest of the cutlery that had been provided by the Bridgerton family for tonight's feast. The prince continued to stare at the silver tool as he gently placed it back down beside the china. He should not have lifted it up in the first place -- knew it was wrong of him, particularly due to the fact that he was a guest and this certainly was not the appropriate way to act. The wine glass definitely caught him off guard and he reacted immediately by picking it up from in front of Benedict. "Life is short. Wine stains can easily be removed and I only know that because..." Maybe he shouldn't have spoken in his mind at that moment considering he was about to expose the fact that he had slept with the Danish help. Amalienborg Right, that was enough. "Because I dare admit that I've used fig leaves with hot water before." He sensed Benedict shifting in his seat to peer over at him. Prince Christian could not help but match his gaze with a faint smile. It was not an odd question at all, an unpopular opinion by the member of royalty given the eyes that were still upon them. "Abildgaard painted some of mine back at the palace. Perhaps you will visit Amalienborg someday." Finally, he caught Queen Charlotte's eyes and his soft smile somewhat disappeared, swiftly prompting him to straighten his posture at the dinner table, offering his attention elsewhere for the time being.  "Lady Bridgerton, this dinner is exquisite. Do offer your chef a most sincere thank you."  Benedict Bridgerton

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Prince Christian Frederick

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IT'S AS IF WE SIT AMONG THE STARS

Benedict listened intently as if gold came from the Prince's mouth. Fig leaves and hot water . . . "Brilliant!" He blurted out rather loudly. Enough to capture the attention of others at the table. But he was hardly paying attention to them. "Such a visit would be glorious," he said excitedly. "Abildgaard." Repeated, in a rather thoughtful way. "Abild--gaard." Benedict's tone changing as if inspecting each synonym of the word.

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"Amalienborg," he added hastily. A high pitch chuckle escaped him as he placed his hand on his cheek, tilting the side of his head in the palm of his hand. "Tell me about Amalienborg," he requested. "Is it as wonderous as the very name itself. A name . . . fit for the heavens!" He watched one of the servers attempt to clean up the wine and Benedict smiled fondly at them. He placed his hand on the forearm of the servant. "Thank you," he said with the utmost sincerity. While it was not uncommon for Benedict to thank the hired help, it was indeed bizarre for him to say it with such zeal and emotion. Turning back to Christian he continued to smile. "Our chef is wonderful," he agreed. "Everyone, is wonderful!" All was well in the world and Benedict just basked in that incredible feeling of it all.

[Prince Christian Frederick]

-------------------------------------------- Though the both of them had taken more or less an equal amount of powder together in their teas earlier that afternoon, Christian did not feel like he was on the same level as Benedict was. It was rather hilarious considering the fact that he'd taken the drug before back home. He did feel high, but slightly functional. He listened intently as Ben repeated Abildgaard over and over.  "Amalienborg!" The prince exclaimed loudly, suddenly pounding his fist on the table. "It is as beautiful as the stars themselves, I tell you," He addressed the room around them. "You must all go see it! Come return with me on the royal boat the next time I return! I insist." It just felt right to him, in that singular moment, to extend an invite to the Bridgerton family... and perhaps Cressida Cowper's.

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