Falling from Grace - Bridgerton

Chapter Fourteen

~Epsiode Three~

Grace awoke in a bed that was not familiar but she could not remember having a softer sleep in her life. For a moment she felt full of bliss until she remembered what had happened the night prior. 

The room was quite large with wide curtained windows in the corner and a wardrobe off to the side along with a vanity. It did not seem like a guestroom but Grace could never be too sure with the Bridgertons the design of the house was beautiful and in all honesty, she expected nothing less. 

A knock sounded on the door before it was lightly pushed open and a maid entered, "Miss Kelly my name is Rose, Lady Bridgeton requested I help you get ready for tea this afternoon."

Graces became confused once more, "I apologize but how long have I been asleep?"

Rose gave a small smile, "Nearly all day, your grace."

Her eyes widened and suddenly she became frantic, surely Anthony knew of her presence by now and she did not feel like facing his anger in the current state she was in.

She started to stand up but a wave of nausea overcame her and Rose rushed over to lead her over to an armchair to the side of the room.

"I do not believe it is wise you move too much-"

"Grace," Grace breathed closing her eyes to stop her stomach from bubbling, "Please I insist, call me Grace."

Rose was hesitant for a moment before continuing, "Grace, you were quite sick in the night. Lady Bridgerton wanted to call a doctor but the Duke insisted she doesn't and leaves it up to you."

Grace shook her head slightly, "No, I- I will be alright."

Rose then walked to the closet pulling out a dress and placing it on the bed, "Please do not hesitate to ask for anything, and if you are feeling well enough Lady Bridgerton requested you come for tea in the parlor. Someone will fetch you at the time and for now please refrain from venturing out on your own."

After Grace gave Rose thanks for her help, she left leaving her once more in solitude.

She sat in the armchair for a moment contemplating whether to stay or leave. At that moment she noticed a small letter had been pushed underneath the door. Softly not wanting to anger her pounding head more Grace walked over to it sitting down on the floor, the cooling tile giving relif to her aching legs.

The letter was folded with a simple message on the front,

Open me. 

Unless you are not Grace then please give it to her and show no one.

Grace rolled her eyes unfolding the parchment and suddenly covering her mouth as a laugh erupted from her chest. Inside was a comical drawing of none other than Anthony. His scowl and sideburns were perfectly drawn and animated.

Underneath was another message:

I do hope you enjoy this drawing, 

I felt inspired by Anthony's rage last night when finding out you will be staying with us. 

But do not fret Mama convinced him otherwise. I beg you to join us for tea later, not just because I find it quite entertaining when you and Anthony squabble. 

Oh, as well Daphne said there is an oil Simon left for you on the vanity and I do believe there should be some books scattered around the room. Eloise enjoys the view to read from your room. 

Sincerely, 

Ben.

Grace smiled at the letter bringing her some reality into the isolation of the room. Her soft feet padded over to the vanity where she found the oil and began to apply it to her bruises.