It is wrong...to love you? ~ E. Bridgerton

~ Cinco ~

Elosie sat on a swing having a smoke that same night. Pondering about marraige and love, Lady Whistledown, and how horrible Lord Berbrooke was. Not to mention her mind seemed to wonder off to a certain Princess every now and then but she was abel to gather her thoughts back almost immediately after they drifted off.

As she exhaled she heard a voice call out her name.

"Eloise Bridgerton," Benedict said, the girl groaned before turning around to look at her brother, who stood still.

"Go on then," she took another breath, taking in the smoke, "chastise me,"

"Spare one for me?" the man said, going to sit down next to his sister, on the other swing. Eloise handed him the bow of cigarettes which he took gladly.

"Suppose I desire something different," the girl started, looking off into the distance. Benedict looking at her in question.

"How do you mean?"

"Just...different," she let out a sigh, her mind wondering off to the Princess, Elosie not knowing why, "I wathc Daphne prepare for these balls, with all of those dresses and the many suitors, and I am exhausted, suppose I want a different life, Benedict," shee sighed, "that I truly believe I am quite capable of something more, even when I am not allowed to have anything else," she put the cigarrete back in her mouth, her head hanging low.

"Then I would say...that you're not the only one." Eloise's head snapped towards her brother as he took a swig of the cigarette, looking away sheepishly. Eloise smiled at the man gently, he returned the smile.

"Do you supposed the Princess fancies Lilacs? Or perhaps sunflowers?" The man asked his sister who blew out smoke, her eyes widened.

"How much do you fancy this girl, brother?"

"I am afraid I do not know the answer to that questions, El," he took a drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke blow out of his nostrils, "she is different-"

"She is a Princess"

"Well yes of course," he said in a sassy tone, which Eloise rolled her eyes to, "do I find her attractive? Of course, she is absolutely gorgeous," Eloise's mind flashed images of the Princess which caught the girl off guard, "she is kind and caring," Benedict smiled to himself, "but I do not know much about her, if I am desiring to court her, I reckon I should know her better," he let the cigarette fall, smushing it with his shoe.

"She is a good friend," the girl said quietly, her brother looked at her, "you will be most lucky if she allows you to court her, brother," she smushed her cigarette on the ground before standing up and biding her brother good night, heading to her chambers.

"What flowers should I get her?!" The man shouted after his sister, who walked backwards to look at her brother with a teasing smile.

"I do not know!"

Benedict rolled his eyes and smiled, waving off his sister, "perhaps I should get her all of them?" He whispered to himself.

~

Eloise sat on her bed, her arms and legs sprawled out, taking up most of the bed. She groaned. Being unable to fall asleep as the image of her brother and her new friend courting each other came to mind each time she closed her eyes.

She stood up and headed over to her desk, taking out a piece of paper and a quill, sighing as she started to write a letter, addressed to no one in particular.

I do not know who I shall address this to, seeing as I have no one in mind, perhaps the future. The social season has just started, Daphne and mama have been absolutely infuriating with the marriage talk, I wish I could just walk off somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a place where it is peaceful and freeing. Unfortunately there is not such place as that.