people who hate happiness for violet

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Violet Bridgerton

[Violet Bridgerton]

23. Your muse moves away from mine forever.

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From the moment she'd married Edmund, she knew that she wanted a house full of children. His children, with his hair, and his eyes, and his smile. The smile that had once captivated her so completely, that she struggled to look away. They had been blessed more than most, with eight children, and Violet had adored every moment of motherhood. Even when the death of their father had forced her to do it alone. The only thing she had not prepared herself for was the day that each of them would fly the nest. Perhaps she had imagined she'd have longer with them. Daphne had found a husband in her first season, and it had been hard enough to see her oldest daughter leave them to begin a new life. Daphne still visited often, and she still found it hard to fathom how they all did not live beneath the same roof. So, it came as a surprise one morning when Benedict came to her with the most unexpected news. "What do you mean you are leaving?" she demanded of her son; confusion etched into her face as she wondered if he was perhaps joking. "Where are you going to? When will you return?" sometimes she forgot that he was a man grown, not the child that she had once nurtured. That did not mean she had to accept or understand all of the foolhardy decisions he made.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Violet Bridgerton

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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

Benedict was struggling and he felt as if he had reached his breaking point. All in the matter of several months, there had been a great deal to cope with. It had perhaps started with his abruptly ended relationship with Genevieve. A woman that he had truly started falling for and one, who had made it clear that they could not continue this. The second, had been his failed attempt at art school. He had thought he had been accepted based on his skill but instead, it had all been because of his family's coin. That was not the way Benedict wished to make a name for himself. He strove to be known as someone other than the second son. The Bridgerton. He simply wished to be known as Benedict, yet that reality seems to slip further and further away.

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Now, the very last thing was Sophie. He was falling for her -- his feelings deeper than ever -- yet she too had made it clear that she did not want to be with him. That they could not be together. Benedict obviously would never force it, but this third rejection had been too great to bear. He would never consider pushing her to get fired, knowing how well she got along with his family -- and of course, her having no where else to go. So the only way that he could cope with all this, was to leave. He had his lodgings in Bloomsbury as well as My Cottage.

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Perhaps he would travel to the one further way until he had come to terms with this decision. It was not a great deal he imagined. The house would still have all others. His presence would not be missed, if noticed and he could simply remove himself from such thoughts, rejections, and no longer be a burden to anyone. He had packed most of what he needed, knowing this decision was made in haste but the sooner he left, the better. Plus he wished to do so before everyone was here to make a big scene about his. Some of his siblings were rather dramatic after all.

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But he knew he had to inform his mother. He had far too much love and respect for her and of course, she deserved to know. With his things packed in his room, he made his way to where she sat, informing her of the news that he was leaving. And of course, naturally and as expected, she was surprised. She asked when he was leaving and where he was going . . . knowing answers would not be easy to hear, yet ones that must be said. "I am leaving today," he told her. "I shall be remaining at My Cottage for the time being. Then perhaps I will return to the city when my presence is required. But I will no longer be living under this roof." His voice not harsh nor filled with bitterness. After all, he was not angry. He was heartbroken.