[2] The Duchess of Kent and Strathearn | B. Bridgerton

Chapter 11

Charlotte Knows Best

Kensington Palace, London

The nursery in Kensington Palace was a sanctuary of tranquility, filled with soft pastels and the gentle sounds of a lullaby being played on a small harp in the corner. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The Duchess of Kent and Strathearn stood by the crib, gazing lovingly at her infant son, who lay peacefully asleep. The door creaked open, and she turned to see the Prince Regent entering the room with a broad smile.

"George," she greeted warmly, slowly moving towards him. "Thank you for coming."

"Your letter said it was urgent, I came straight away," he embraced her gently, his eyes immediately seeking out his tiny nephew. "How is my favorite sister?"

"You say that because I'm your only sister," she laughed softly.

"There he is, the future of our family," George's smile widened as he approached the crib, looking down at Charles with a mixture of affection and awe. "He's perfect."

"He is, isn't he? And he's growing stronger every day," she nodded, her heart swelling with pride. "He looks just like his father."

"Hello, little one," he leaned over the crib, his expression softening as he studied his nephew's delicate features. "I promise to be the best uncle in the world. When you're older, I'll teach you everything you need to know about being a good king."

"George, I asked you to come here because I've been thinking about something," she began, her smile faltered slightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "What if, when the time comes, I step back from my claim to the throne and allow Charles to take it after you?"

"What?" The Prince Regent straightened, turning to face her with a frown. "Who knows you've been having these thoughts?"

"No one," she answered. "I've been meaning to tell my husband, but I wished to inform you first."

"What you say is nonsense," he shook his head. "It is just not a good idea. The public adores you."

"I know, but...sometimes I can't help but wonder if it wouldn't be better for everyone," she sighed, looking down at her sleeping son. "People whisper if you and I will ever turn mad like Papa did because we are his blood. The people need stability, and I'm afraid—"

"Sister, the people love you because they see the strength and compassion in you. You're a beacon of hope for them," George placed a hand on her shoulder, interrupting her gently. "And I'm not Father. I'm sure won't succumb to madness like he did."

"I believe in you, George, you know I do. I always have," Charlotte met his gaze, her eyes filled with worry. "But you know how the court whispers, how they speculate. I just want what's best for the kingdom."

"And what's best for the kingdom is for you to remain as heir for when the time comes,"his expression softened, and he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "You have a duty, Sister, and you must be ready to fulfill it when you're fully recovered."

"You're right," she nodded slowly, absorbing his words.

"You're stronger than you think, Charlotte. And I'll be here to support you every step of the way," George smiled and pulled her into a hug. "Now, focus on your recovery. When the physician clears you, you'll return to your duties, and the people will see the leader they need again."

"Of course," Charlotte hugged him back, though the uncertainty was still there. "Thank you, Brother. I'm grateful for your support and faith in me."

"Always, my dearest sister," he pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a gentle smile. "Now, let's enjoy this moment with Charles. There's plenty of time to worry about the future later."