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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 27, 2021 3:02:18 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 27, 2021 2:36:00 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 27, 2021 2:34:13 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 27, 2021 2:31:28 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 26, 2021 1:10:03 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled at the thought of more baby Bridgertons coming into the world. It had been quite exciting indeed when Daphne and Simon brought a son into the world; the first child that allowed the siblings to be aunts and uncles, and their mother a grandmother. "We have been quite fortunate to grow up in a home full of love. I imagine this is yet another tradition that will continue on." Because it would seem that they could not accept anything else . . . that they were far too used to such emotions. Though, Anthony perhaps claimed to remove love from any union . . . he still hoped his brother would come around.
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He supposed, they all did. For the notion of love was one that -- as Francesca and he had previously discussed -- they all longed to find. Benedict couldn't help a slight chuckle when she questioned as to whether he really thought she would be married before him . . . speaking of women vying for his attention. His gaze followed her to make eye contact with the woman in the appropriate distance. He gave a polite smile and nod in greeting, not letting his gaze linger for it could be mistaken as an invitation to join them. Which, he did not want. At all. So he averted his gaze back to his sister. Truth was, Benedict was rather unused to such attention. Not that he had never had it, but being the second son and in a position that was rather . . . unimportant as deemed by society, he was far more accustomed to just, being. Struggling with his own identity. Deeper thoughts that went beyond a few women looking his way.
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"Which is precisely why I intend to make myself as scarce as possible," he said, having dropped his voice to barley above a whisper, divulging his plan to his dear sister. Not that it was an incredibly secretive one. "Just wait until you are out, Fran," Benedict continued with a clear tease in his voice. "For then, you will fully understand what it is to have such attention upon you. Desired or not." The idea of men courting his younger sister was always . . . unsettling, wanting the best for her. But alas; Benedict at least coped with it far better than their eldest brother. And, it was one of those inevitable situations. He listened as she explained of her fondness of the Featherington girls. Benedict certainly agreed with her, that their mother did them no favours. Though Benedict's smile fully faded as he now took the opportunity to give his sister that look.
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"I am sorry to disappoint dear sister, but that will hardly be a likely circumstance." Surely, he would have known by now if one of them was . . . the one. But apart from their mother pushing him to dance with them, there was hardly any love between them. "I do wish them well and hope that they find well suited matches. But, not enough to offer my hand should they not." Dear Featherington daughters. They truly did deserve better. Far better. "Is there a reason you say that?" He suddenly asked.
"Is mother attempting some ploy of matchmaking?" Bloody hell! Surely not with one of the Featheringtons . . . or anyone else for that matter.
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He supposed if anyone was to know, it was his sister. Having been in close contact with the female guests. He paused when she did, keeping his back to well, anyone else around them. Avoiding eye contact was the best way to avoid company. He smiled softly when she spoke of having a brother to care for them. "Should you require me to act in their interests as one, I would do so." For you. The unspoken addition of the words. Though he knew that himself, Anthony and Colin did feel a sense of . . . protectiveness over Penelope and the Featherington ladies. Not only because of their mother, but also because of their sisters being friends with them.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 21:33:28 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict thought fondly of the memories Francesca spoke of. How true it was. They had such a happy childhood -- with the exception of the tragic event, overcome with the love of support of all the Bridgertons. The house had always been chaotic, but full of joy, laughter . . . occasional tears . . . and so much more. "You are quite right," he agreed with her. "Sometimes I do miss those carefree days." Where responsibilities were different. The expectations were different. But now, they were all starting to move on. Even just this past little while with Daphne married and out of the house, Fran having been gone for a few months, and Colin having traveled . . . it truly did feel odd for not everyone to be under the same roof.
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He smiled at the image she created, speaking of gathering all her children and allowing them to experience the joys they had whilst growing up. "I am certain there will be no shortage of children in the next generation of Bridgertons." Daphne had already had one, and Benedict imagined it was just the first of many, or at least a few. "I imagine we will all make a solid effort, to come together as often as able and allow whichever children the family is blessed with to experience the joys we had growing up." Benedict knew that their family was identified as a prolific one; a different, unique family with a unique dynamic. And he would not have it any other way. He smiled with amusement as she spoke of a lovely lady coming into his life and falling madly in love with her.
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It sounded like a fairy tale indeed, though Benedict's mind did not rest intently on the possibility. There was far much more he wished to experience, having only recently been introduced to a different side of society he had so often been sheltered from. "Well, I thank you for the encouragement and rather ideal scenario," he began to say. "But as you may very well experience such a love before I, you will have to let me know if it is well worth it," he said with teasing playfulness. Though, it was not too far fetched to think that she may wed before him . . . considering his lack of intentions as of this moment. But he supposed it was as she had said: it could happen when one least expected it to. Benedict's smile faded and he made a bit of a face at the mention of spending time with the Featheringtons. The expression more in the same playful manner as his words.
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He did quite like Penelope. His mother often encouraged him to dance with her at events -- as she often pushed him to be in the company of wallflowers. He supposed that most in his family were rather fond of the youngest Featherington sister. It was their mother that proved to be a presence to avoid. "Should I speak to either of the elder ones, it is with certainty that their mother will expect me to court and propose within a few days time," he commented, only half kidding. Poor ladies. He did feel bad for them, as they were indeed beautiful in their own right and . . . mostly pleasant. Though his interactions with Prudence and Philipa rather limited. "Eager mamas are truly more terrifying than any vibrantly blinding fabrics," he murmered, though certain that his sister heard him.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 20:59:17 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled at Simon's reassurance, telling him to call him by his first name. "Simon," Benedict acknowldged and corrected. Simon was indeed a good man, and the fact that he got along so well with others in the family . . . of course that was a great sign. Course it wasn't the man himself that startled him so much as just anyone lurking about behind him. How had he bloody well managed to remain so quiet when approaching was indeed a wonder.
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It was fortunate that Benedict was not one to blush, otherwise Simon's mention of the subject of his sketch would have caused his cheeks to color. But where Benedict did need not worry about a flush touching his cheeks . . . he did tend to ramble when caught in a situation where he was unsure how to respond. Caught off guard, perhaps. Particularly on the subject of art. So as Simon spoke of Daphne failing to mention that Benedict was an artist, the second son's smile faded a little, subconsciously holding the sketchbook tighter across his chest. For it was filled with imperfections and what could be considered rather embarrassing excuses of art.
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"She wouldn't . . . " Know of it for he did not really tell anyone the depth to which he drew. Nor the events he attended that allowed him to practice or the tutelage he received from Henry Granville. "It's not . . . " Art. Good art anyway. But now, he was just rambling without even finishing a complete sentence. The Duke must think him quite a fool. Taking a deep breath, Benedict's lips curved into the smallest of smiles. "Artist is a generous term," he told him. "I merely, dabble in it." He had not yet earned the title artist, nor did the work he produced deserve to be called art. It would place him in the same category as so many talented others and at this point, Benedict knew it undeserving.
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"Please do not mention this to her," he quickly added on. It was embarrassing enough that Eloise knew, but the last thing he needed was for his sister to know he drew nude pictures of the Modiste, whom Simon had already identified. Reallizing what he was asking of Simon -- and considering the Duke had no siblings of his own to have similar experiences with -- he continued. "I am sure you are well aware of . . . women, not letting things go and wishing to pry." Which, Benedict did not wish to deal with from the oldest Bridgerton daughter. He could practically hear it now. Why are you sketching a nude woman? Why is the nude woman Genevieve Delacroix? And Benedict was fairly certain it would only go downhill from there in the ways of interrogation.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 18:38:05 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled with amusement as she spoke of having to deal with their mother's wrath should he keep her company for too long. It was true, for he knew he would get the brunt of it for their mother would know it was his idea . . . as he had more of a reason to avoid the surrounding company. "And yet you continue to make it sound so tempting," he teased, though not entirely without truth. He then listened to her summarize his words, adding to them with consideration of the facts. "Indeed," he said in agreement.
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"And unfortunately for women, time is far more limited than that of men." Benedict of course recognized the gender differences that existed in society, much in the same way he recognized the class differences. And both held their own injustices. He voiced it where appropriate, but also knew that some aspects of this mindset were not always welcome or accepted among the ton. "The pressures and burdens, though they differ in both genders, exist none the less." When it came to marriage. To societal expectations. And this, was something that Benedict knew he was deviating from more and more. Accepting social norms and fitting into polite, upper society. It was her last question that captured him however. For the answer should be a simple yes. That this was something that everyone should seek. Yet, his mind went to Henry Granville and the arrangement he had with his wife. His mind went to men he'd heard at clubs speak of convenient marriages. Speak of their mistresses.
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He couldn't imagine such a thing; being married and yet, not devoting oneself entirely to their spouse. Yet, nor did he wish to corrupt Francesca's thinking or expose the minds of men. He could aid in protecting her against such men of course, as was the duty of any brother . . . but to tell her of such things, may be a bit too premature at her current age. "Our mother and father were quite a perfect example of the happiness that marriage can bring to ones life, when with the right person." He liked to think that it would be as Francesca said, that he would know when he met the right person. When he least expected it.
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"I imagine you shall carry on this family tradition." As Daphne had -- even if there was more to the initial reason of their union. The scandal had been born of desire after all. "Perhaps," he said with a smile, grateful and touched for his sister's encouragement. He did not imagine to find it among the noblewoman here. A bit cynical perhaps, but of all Benedict had met, he had yet to find one that made willing to embrace the mere notion of marriage. "As I do not expect to find it here. Nor among the women I was told to escort to the gardens," he said, revealing his reasons for wanting to escape with Francesca. "I would much rather spend such time with my dear sister," he told her with exaggerated praise, yet praise none the less.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 18:04:07 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict immediately relaxed, inclusive of his expression, his shoulders . . . every part of him as he walked towards the gardens with Francesca at his side. "And I you," he told her, strong sincerity on his tone and his smile which now was far less pleading and more at ease. "Though now that you have offered, perhaps I will take you up on it and keep you in my company for the rest of the week," he said jokingly. Well, somewhat jokingly. The thought was indeed a tempting one.
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Though her next question paused these thoughts and instead, reflecting on her words. Her, rather wise words. That should hardly surprise him though. He was rather aware of how his sisters -- and younger brothers -- were wise beyond their years. The perspective of marriage certainly different between men and women. Men, who did not yet wish to settle on a single woman -- though such men often took mistresses. Then of course there were those who longed to be with the one they loved, eager to start a life together. And of course, there were others who let a moment of lust leave the woman in a compromising position and giving them no other alternative. Ironically, much like what had happened with Daphne -- a fact not well known to all. Realizing he'd fallen into a contemplative silence, he turned to Francesca as he spoke.
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"More often than not, men do not yet wish to carry the responsibility," he told her. For with marriage, did indeed come the responsibility of a wife, and children and all that followed. Though, Benedict supposed that was not his reason for not wishing to marry. And as Francesca remarked, Whistledown had reported on their eligibility. At least she did not seem to be too unkind to the second Bridgerton son. His head turned forward to the path in front of them, though not looking at anything in particular. "I have not met someone that I wish to make happy." He wondered if that made sense, the simplicity of the words carrying a larger indication.
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He was no expert on the subject of marriage, having obviously lacked that experience but he liked to think that he would know when he was ready for it -- that he would feel it when he met the right person. He had come rather close to it, but never anything that moved towards such a commitment. "I suppose that when I do meet such a person, I will want to spend the rest of my life with them. And that the fate of marriage, will not be one I am so eager to avoid." He had not formally courted women knowing the whispers that would arise with that. So Benedict preferred to remain that question mark of uncertainty as to what where his intentions were, so long as they remain consistently honorable.
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He scoffed a little at his own words, knowing that they were sure to sound absurd. "I am quite certain that sounds rather ridiculous," he said in a self deprecating. Unused to the focus being so much on him, he decided to shift the attention. "Do you hold such a worry, of not being able to find someone you can love?" He asked her, turning the question to learn of her own thoughts. She was only a couple of years away from her own season -- unless she delayed as Eloise did. So he wondered, if she feared such a thing, or that men were so eager to avoid falling into such a fate of marriage.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 17:31:21 GMT
I'm not bound by She was enjoying this and had Benedict not been in such a desperate state of relying on her, he would have given her a look. But instead, his expression remained the same as she teased him about mother wanting them to marry this season. Yes. Their mother was rather eager for it. "Then it is most fortunate I have an elder brother who can bare the responsibility first." Just as he did everything else.
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Besides, Anthony had declared his intentions to marry and Benedict had . . . not. He shifted closer to her and dropped his voice so that it was lower. "I will give you anything you want if you give me your company for the next . . . half an hour." At least. He just needed to get into the gardens with someone impossible to marry. A sister was the best choice indeed!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 16:58:56 GMT
I'm not bound by It had been a couple days into the festivities hosted by the Bridgerton family at Aubrey Hall, and Benedict . . . had been trying to make himself scarce. Well, as scarce as one could when part of said family hosting these events. But fortunately, he was not his brother. He was not the Viscount, and thus, was able to fade into the background a little more easily. Between Anthony having to appear front and center as host, and Colin being Colin flirting with women . . . Benedict was able to remove at least some attention from him. But unfortunately, it would not last forever.
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It had started with a simple conversation among a guest . . . and before he knew it, two other mamas had joined in and then suddenly, before he could get a word out, they were eagerly getting their daughters for him to take on a garden tour. How the hell had that even happened?! He just stared at them, trying not to let his mouth hang open as he watched them gathering their daughters. Their, eligible daughters of whom Benedict had no interest in. The day was beautiful and so a garden stroll did indeed sound lovely, but certainly not like this. His eyes eagerly scanned the crowd looking for someone . . . anyone that he could use as an excuse.
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Then he saw it. Or well, he saw her. One of the most beautiful sights that would surely be his savior! His immediately began to approach her, not looking behind him to see if the other women were ready for that would appear rude. He was trying not to run for that would arouse suspicion, but there was an eagerness in his steps. "Sister!" He greeted with a smile. "I was thinking of going for a stroll in the garden," he continued.
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The garden was indeed large enough so to continue his attempt to dodge not only mamas now, but their daughters too. "Would you care to accompany me." His eyes slightly widened, his smile in place though forced. He had never been skilled in keeping his expressions subdued, often over expressive. "Please," he added, an underlying tone of desperation as he was already extending his arm for her to take. Surely, Francesca would be his savior today . . . even if he had to somehow bribe her to do so. For he only had mere seconds before he would be found and it would all be too late.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 25, 2021 16:29:31 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 24, 2021 22:55:17 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 24, 2021 2:10:05 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on May 23, 2021 19:51:37 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict listened attentively as Stefan gave instructions on how to tend to the horse in the coming days. It was indeed very fortunate, that the man would remain here for the duration of the events hosted by his family, should there be any complications with the horse's healing. But still. The second son did not find it fair not to compensate the Count for his work . . . nor would he argue with him. So he simply made a mental note to find way to compensate him in the time to come. "I do owe you," he stated, wanting this to be said and heard so not to take the man's kind actions for granted.
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"Thank you again, for your instruction. I will ensure to inform the stable workers of this, in the times that I am unable to be in my animal's company." Considering he still had to play host. "It also brings my mind to ease, to know that you are present in the coming days should your expertise be further required." Another assurance that allowed Benedict's mind to rest when it came to the well being of his animal friend. "Were you planning on joining the hunting party?" He asked, wondering what the man's plans were for the next little while. "If not, then perhaps you would like to join me for a drink?" It was not what Benedict had initially intended for the day's event to be but considering how circumstances had changed, it seemed like a natural and rather welcome path.
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