Love Story - Anthony Bridgerton x Princess Reader

Your The One I Want

When the appointed hour arrived, Yn felt a mixture of excitement and nerves as she stood outside her aunt's private audience chamber with Anthony and Violet by her side. She took a steadying breath, casting a warm glance at both of them. Violet held herself with calm dignity, though Yn could see the flicker of awe in her eyes, and Anthony, while composed, squeezed Yn's hand discreetly in quiet reassurance.

A court attendant announced their presence, and the doors opened, revealing Queen Charlotte seated gracefully, her expression serene but watchful. Yn led Anthony and Violet into the room, each of them bowing respectfully as they approached. Yn caught her aunt's eye, offering her a reassuring smile before she began.

"Aunt Charlotte," Yn began, her voice steady. "I would like to formally introduce you to Lady Violet Bridgerton, and her son, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton."

Queen Charlotte nodded slightly, her gaze moving from Yn to the Bridgertons, her expression inscrutable yet not unkind. She took a moment, as though assessing them, then spoke, her voice as composed as ever.

"Lady Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton," she greeted them, a faint but polite smile gracing her features. "It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Violet inclined her head respectfully, her voice warm but measured. "Your Majesty, the pleasure and honor are ours. Thank you for welcoming us today."

Anthony followed his mother's lead, his bow respectful but his gaze steady. "Your Majesty," he said, his tone sincere. "Thank you for receiving us."

Queen Charlotte turned her gaze to Yn, her expression softening slightly. "Yn has spoken highly of both of you. She trusts you, which is no small matter to me. I trust that you understand the significance of what this union means - both for Yn and for the family."

Violet nodded, a sincere expression in her eyes. "Your Majesty, I assure you, we take this very seriously. We are honored to welcome Yn into our family and will do all we can to support her and fulfill the responsibilities that come with this commitment."

Queen Charlotte's gaze moved to Anthony, her expression appraising. "And you, Viscount, are you prepared for what it means to marry a princess?"

Anthony met the Queen's gaze directly, his tone unwavering. "I am, Your Majesty. I have never been more certain of anything. I promise to honor Yn, to protect her, and to embrace every duty that comes with this union."

A faint smile touched Queen Charlotte's lips, her gaze shifting back to Yn, pride and a hint of fondness in her expression. "Well, Yn," she said, her voice carrying a rare warmth, "it appears you have chosen well."

Yn felt a surge of relief and joy, her heart swelling as she looked at Anthony and Violet, then back at her aunt. "Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I am grateful for your support - for all of this."

Queen Charlotte inclined her head, her smile softening. "Then it is settled. Together, we will prepare for what lies ahead. You have my blessing."

And with those words, Yn felt the future open up before them, bright and welcoming, filled with the promise of a life she had chosen, a love she had found, and a family she would cherish.

Yn entered the ballroom wearing a breathtaking gown of soft, ethereal blue. The dress cascaded down in delicate, petal-like layers that seemed to float around her with every step, giving her the appearance of something otherworldly, as if she were crafted from the sky itself. The shimmering fabric caught the light with a subtle sparkle, enhancing her regal presence and drawing the admiration of everyone in the room.

As she glided through the ballroom, her head held high, she politely declined each gentleman who approached her with offers to dance, her smile gentle but firm. "I'm already taken," she would say, her gaze lingering briefly on the eager suitors before she continued forward, her eyes set on one person alone.

Finally, she spotted Anthony across the room, his expression softening with joy and pride as he watched her make her way to him. The whispers and curious glances from the crowd followed her, spreading like a ripple across the ballroom.

When she reached him, Anthony offered his hand, a smile touching his lips as he took in the sight of her. "Yn," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "You look... incredible."

She smiled, a warmth spreading through her at his words. "Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but full of emotion. "Would you do me the honor of this dance, Lord Bridgerton?"

"Nothing would make me happier," he replied, taking her hand and leading her to the center of the dance floor.

As they began to move together, the crowd watched in fascination, the whispers growing louder as the ton realized what was happening. The princess had made her choice, and it was Anthony Bridgerton. No more secret glances, no more stolen dances in shadowed corners - tonight, their connection was on full display, as brilliant and undeniable as the stars above.

Yn smiled as they moved gracefully in sync, feeling as if they were the only two people in the room. The whispers and murmurs faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of Anthony's hand in hers and the quiet joy that filled the space between them.

After the dance, Anthony leaned in, his voice warm and affectionate as he whispered, "Let them talk. Tonight, you're mine, and I'm yours."

Yn's eyes sparkled with happiness, her fingers gently squeezing his. "Then we shall let them talk," she replied, her voice soft but resolute. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the night continued, the ballroom buzzed with excitement and speculation surrounding Yn and Anthony. But just as the dance concluded and they shared a quiet smile, the grand doors of the ballroom opened, and all eyes turned toward the entrance.

Queen Charlotte stood regally at the threshold, her presence commanding immediate attention. The guests fell silent, bowing their heads in respect as she entered, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with a calm authority. This was her first appearance of the season, and the anticipation in the room was palpable.

As she approached the center of the ballroom, Queen Charlotte raised a hand, signaling for attention. Her expression softened just a touch, her eyes finding Yn and Anthony standing together, their hands still linked. With a small smile, she spoke, her voice carrying through the room with a practiced grace.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her tone formal yet filled with a warmth rarely seen in such settings. "It is with great joy that I announce the engagement of my beloved niece, Princess Yn of Edinburgh, to Viscount Anthony Bridgerton."

The room erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the grand hall as the guests cheered, their expressions a mixture of surprise, joy, and admiration. People turned to congratulate the queen, bowing respectfully as they murmured their heartfelt wishes and appreciation for the news. Queen Charlotte accepted each congratulations with a gracious nod, her satisfaction clear as she basked in the celebration of Yn's happiness.

After a moment, the crowd turned their attention to the newly engaged couple. Guests flocked to Yn and Anthony, offering them warm congratulations and well-wishes, many of them expressing admiration for their love story and the courage it took to defy tradition.

"Congratulations, Your Highness," one noblewoman said, beaming as she curtsied. "We've never seen a love so genuine."

"Viscount Bridgerton," another gentleman added, clapping him on the shoulder with a knowing smile, "you are a very fortunate man."

Yn felt her cheeks flush with happiness, her heart swelling as she looked from the guests to Anthony, who wore a proud, contented smile of his own. They exchanged a glance, both overwhelmed and deeply grateful, knowing that they had the support of the queen - and now, the acceptance of society.

Queen Charlotte watched them from her place across the room, her gaze filled with quiet pride and satisfaction. This was a night that would be remembered, not only for its glamour but for the celebration of love that defied expectations and found a way to thrive.

And as the crowd continued to cheer and congratulate them, Yn knew, without a doubt, that this was the beginning of a beautiful future - one she would share with Anthony, with the love and support of those who mattered most.