His Bridgerton Diamond (Descendants x Bridgerton)

Forces of Nature

Adagio POV

Mama and Papa alongside my older brothers and sisters went with mama family while we had to stay with Grandmama Violet sitting under her as we had to be silent about about the whole uncle Colin thing

"Tell me one more time what precisely the queen said to you, dearest."

"Again, Mama?"

"She was splendid. She sparkled. Brava."

"I ask because it is important. If the queen has truly granted Francesca her favor, she shall have her pick of suitors. It changes everything."

"Who shall you dance with first, sister?"

"Perhaps I shall go alphabetically."

"Wonderful idea sister." Mama tells her with a smile then uncle Colin walked in

"Morning, family."

"You slept late."

"Did I? Hmm." He acted rather odd

"Something keep you up?"

"Not at all. I slept peacefully. No sooner did my head touch the pillow that I was met with complete and immediate darkness. Not even a dream."

"Congratulations."

"Brother, I know we are not supposed to mention it, but I thought it was quite a kindness that you did for Penelope the other week."

"She waits for the maids to throw out last week's Whistledown, as she knows she is not allowed to read it."

"It was unfortunate Whistledown wrote what she did, or that she found out about it in the first place."

"Uh, excuse me." Auntie Eloise leaves

"Well, I think Penelope is quite fortunate to have you as a friend."

"Very fortunate indeed brother." Said mama

"Very nice indeed Uncle Colin." Said Lilith

"Very very fortunate." Me and my sisters said to him

"Yes. She is, um... Well, a very good acquaintance of... the family's, of course."

"Are you all right?"

"Never better." I think there's more to all than he spoke. At night a small ball mama and papa took my sister and brothers with my mama family when I noticed a male with Miss Featherington so me and my sisters walked over to listen

"Good evening, Miss Featherington."

"Good evening."

"Are you enjoying the party?"

"Immensely. And yourself?"

"Rather. Besides the fact that I am feeling a little like... well, prey."

"So you've come to my hiding place. Welcome. Although, typically, only abject failures and social outcasts are allowed."

"You'll not take pity on a hunted man?"

"Unfortunately, I require all pity for myself. But I can offer you social contagion in exchange."

"You must've done something truly heinous. I've foregone eating the flesh of dead animals, and they barely tolerate me for that great sin."

"You do not read Lady Whistledown?"

"I do not. Has she written about you?"

"She has."

"And of what did she write?"