In The Fields Of Primrose

Prologue

Green eyes stare back at grey unblinking ones. Never in his life had he seen such beauty..

"Her eyes.. So strange, but mesmerizing. It's as if.. She is something inhuman." Benedict Bridgerton thinks as he stares at a painting.

The painting must have been new, the oil paint was still glistening in the dim light. But it only added beauty to an already stunning painting.

A woman in the midst of a garden or field of purple primroses.. So fitting for the subject. Red long auburn hair free flowing in the wind, full of curls. Her grey eyes with small hint of blue, follow every which way Benedict goes. As if her eyes were infatuated with him. Finally, her dress of white. It sums up the subject, the whole painting.

"A young woman in full bloom... Of beauty, grace, purity.. A young love." Benedict smiles at his thought.

Then there is the facial expression of the woman. So calm, as if no expression, save for the dimple on her right cheek. The only indication of an emotion. Her face, so.. pale but rosy at the same time. The way her eyes are shining though part of her face is darkened by the shadows of the trees. But when the sunlight shines through the leaves, it highlights the beauty of the woman.

"My.. My God! I have never seen such beauty!" Benedict said at loud to himself.

"Indeed." A female voice agrees.

The young Bridgerton jumps and looks to his side. A woman in a light blue dress with a white sash and a bonnet atop her head. Small purple primroses are tied to the hat by the use of white ribbon. Benedict coughs and tries to act like he wasn't startled by the appearance of another.

"Yes.." He says as he turns back to the painting. Acting like he wasn't just a fool a mintue ago.

The woman beside him chuckles. It's a sweet little melody that escapes her lips. She turns to him, and out of the corner of Benedict's eye, he watches her.

"I didn't mean to give you such a fright." The woman says.

"A fright? No such thing, my Lady." Benedict says nonchalantly.

"If that is the case, dear Monsuier, why did you jump?" She retorts with a smile.

She has a point. It seems this woman can see through this mask of his.

"To be honset, my Lady, I thought I was alone. Not many people stroll the galleries of the Academy, at this time." Benedict says.

The woman makes a little sound as she smiles. It's like a little chuckle or laugh. Whatever it is, it catches his attention and he looks at her.

"I assume you failed to hear my footsteps?" She says smiling.

"Yes. It's as if they are as light and soundless as falling snow." Benedict chuckles.

A small dusting of pink crosses the woman's cheeks. At this sight, he smiles at her. Though he can not see the beautiful face of the woman, he can tell that she is a beauty. He has always seem to have an attachment to beautiful people. Both the fairer sex and the same.

The woman looks at the painting Benedict was looking at earlier. She smiles.

"A beautiful sight. As you so loudly proclaimed." She laughs, which causes the man to do the same.