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Chapter 9 - Penelope's Realization

As the afternoon wore on, the gentlemen who had participated in the hunting competition began to return to the estate, some brimming with confidence and others looking crestfallen with empty hands. The Bridgertons and the Featheringtons stood in the outdoor gardens, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Viscount and his brother.

Philippa Featherington's betrothed, Mister Finch, had already returned with a modest haul of rabbits. Penelope, her brow furrowed with concern, turned to his future brother-in-law. "Pray, sir, have you seen Lord Bridgerton or his brother during your hunt?"

Finch nodded, adjusting his hold on his tailcoat trying to dust off the debris he accumulated from the hunt. "Indeed, Miss Featherington. I observed them in the early hours, but the Viscount seemed intent on venturing deeper into the woods. I'm afraid I lost sight of them after that, though Mister Bridgerton appeared to be following the Viscount closely."

As the minutes ticked by, worry etched itself deeper into the faces of Violet, Eloise and Penelope. The celebratory atmosphere around them only heightened their anxiety.

Suddenly, a buzz of excitement rippled through the crowd. Penelope's heart leapt as she caught sight of the returning Bridgerton brothers, but her joy quickly turned to horror as she took in Anthony's disheveled state, being assisted by his brother Benedict.

Anthony's left arm was draped over Benedict's shoulder, his right hand clutching his middle. His appearance was disheveled, his coat dusty and torn in several places. A cut marred his cheek, quickly darkening into a bruise.

"Anthony!" Violet and Penelope cried in unison, rushing towards the pair.

Penelope's voice trembled as she asked. "My lord, whatever has happened? Are you quite all right?"

Anthony, despite his obvious discomfort, attempted a reassuring smile. "Merely a bit of misadventure, my lady. The terrain proved more challenging than anticipated.."

Benedict, however, caught the knowing look in his mother's eye and decided honesty was the best course. With a wry grin, he addressed the gathering crowd. "I'm afraid our dear Viscount's competitive spirit led us astray, mother. In his quest for the finest game, we ventured perhaps a bit too far."

He paused dramatically before continuing. "We encountered a pack of wolves, you see. One of our horses was frightened off, leaving Anthony to face the beasts on foot. Though we emerged victorious, it was not without some.. Personal cost to my brother's appearance and dignity."

A collective gasp rose from the onlookers. Lady Violet Bridgerton clutched her chest in shock, while Eloise muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Bloody fool."

Anthony's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I must apologize for my reckless behavior." He said, his eyes seeking Penelope's. "And to you, brother for endangering us both with my foolhardy pursuit."

Benedict, sensing the tension, quickly added. "But fear not, ladies and gentlemen! For our dear Viscount's efforts were not in vain. We return with a veritable bounty of wolf pelts that I daresay will secure Anthony's victory in today's hunt."

A murmur of impressed surprise rippled through the crow. Penelope, however, seemed less concerned with the spoils of the hunt and more with Anthony's well-being.

"Anthony.." She said softly, stepping closer to him. "While your bravery is commendable, I hope you realize that no trophy is worth risking your life. Your safe return is prize enough for those who... care for you."

Anthony's eyes softened as they met Penelope's, a silent understanding passing between them. "You are quite right, Pen. I shall endeavor to be more mindful in the future."