𝑨 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.. 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟
In the new season, Elodie Bridgerton, Eloise's twin sister, may have unexpectedly caught the interest of a boy. Violet's Masquerade Ball, renowned for its matchmaking magic, sets the perfec...
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Theodore St. Claire, a prince from a distant palace known for his diplomatic skills and princely charm, he has approached the evening's masquerade ball with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit adorned with subtle hints of his homeland's regal style, Theodore adjusted the mask over his face, feeling the weight of his responsibilities mingling with the thrill of the night's festivities.
As he descended the staircase of the grand Bridgerton estate, Theodore was greeted warmly by Lady Danbury, whose sharp eyes seemed to pierce through his disguise. "Ah, Prince Theodore," she exclaimed with a knowing smile. "London welcomes you once again. Do make sure to enjoy yourself tonight. You never know what surprises await at a Bridgerton ball."
Theodore bowed graciously. "Lady Danbury, your hospitality is as legendary as ever. I look forward to the evening's delights," he replied, his voice carrying the hint of a foreign accent that intrigued those around him.
As he navigated the ballroom, Theodore exchanged pleasantries with the Bridgerton siblings and their spouses, including Benedict and his mysterious new acquaintance from the masquerade. "Benedict, my friend," Theodore greeted him warmly. "You seem to have found yourself in good company tonight. Is this the a mysterious lady who captured your attention?"
Benedict chuckled, casting a playful glance at his masked companion. "Indeed, Prince Theodore. Though her identity remains a mystery, I find myself drawn to her."
Theodore nodded knowingly, his thoughts drifting briefly to his own reasons for attending the ball. He had heard whispers of Elodie Bridgerton, who possessed a wit as sharp as her sister's but seemed to clash with him at every similarity. The prospect of encountering Elodie tonight both intrigued and unsettled him.
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As the night progressed, he found himself engaged in lively conversations with various guests, from esteemed members of London society to visiting dignitaries from abroad. The Queen herself, resplendent in her royal attire, took a moment to greet Theodore, recognizing him as a fellow royal with a nod of approval.
"Prince Theodore," the Queen greeted him warmly. "It is a pleasure to have you grace our shores once again. Your presence adds a touch of elegance to any gathering."
Theodore bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, the pleasure is mine. London's hospitality is as legendary as your grace."
Amidst the swirl of dancers and the shimmer of candlelight, Theodore's eyes occasionally scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of Elodie amidst the masked guests.
