━━ 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]
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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 pall mall
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THE GAME WAS one she was shallowly acquainted with, which was hardly a comfort.
As Edwina had gotten ready — mostly fixed her hair, which took a few minutes — she confessed to not knowing anything at all about it, so the rules would probably be explained before they began.
On the way to the field where they would be playing, Edwina engaged in conversation with Lord Bridgerton, Guinevere only speaking occasionally when the conversation lulled.
In the distance, Guinevere saw a few figures, which she could see were some of the other Bridgertons, Kate, and surprisingly, the Duke of Hastings.
"Oh, bloody hell," Lord Bridgerton swore as he caught a closer look. As Guinevere and Edwina shared a look, the former rather wide-eyed that the Viscount would forget himself in their company, and the latter amused. "She's got the mallet of death."
"The what?" Edwina inquired, but before he could answer, they were close enough to be addressed by Colin.
"You certainly took your time getting here," he remarked, a teasing grin on his lips. "Lady Guinevere, you've come to join us as well?"
Guinevere nodded. "I hope it is not an inconvenience," she said, noting there were only two mallets left, a pink and a blue.
"Of course! We have a large set, only we lost the red ball in the lake, but the purple one is probably in a corner of the shed," Lady Hastings disclosed with a smile. "Benedict, could you fetch it for her?"
Benedict nodded, going off with his own orange mallet in hand.
"Here, Miss Edwina, you're blue," Colin told as he handed the mallet in question to her. "Your sister said it was your favorite color, so we saved it for you." He turned to Anthony with a smile that could only be described as mischievous. "Anthony, you're pink."
"I'm pink and she—" he jabbed a finger toward Kate— "gets to have the mallet of death?"
"I gave her first pick," Colin said. "She is our guest after all."
