❝ SURELY, WE HAVE NO RIGHT TO EXPECT HAPPINESS. ALL WE CAN DO IS OUR DUTY. ❞
❝ I BELIEVE IT IS OUR DUTY TO FIND HAPPINESS, IN GREAT THINGS, OR SMALL. ❞
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𝓢𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀━ TO BE ONE OF MANY siblings was always a joy to Guinevere Bedwyn, to always have someone to count on. She might not have her father, or her mother, but she had her brothers and sisters, and it was enough. Her family mattered more to her than anything else, and for them, she would do anything. For Guinevere, that meant being proper where her sisters were not, to be polite when her brothers were rude, to know she would never be alone for as long as she had them.
━ BEING ONE OF MANY sons meant to Benedict Bridgerton not knowing who he was. His elder brother was the head of the family, bound by duty and honor and so very sure of himself. Both his younger brothers were unbound by any burdens, free to either travel or yet too young to feel the need to define themselves in any way. All Benedict wanted was to be someone, to not be known as merely a Bridgerton, the second son.
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𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘, b. bridgerton
Fanfiction━━ in which the Brigertons are not the only prolific family with oddly named children, and they become tied in the the most common way of all. [oc x benedict brigerton] [season2 with book elements]