Love Story - Anthony Bridgerton x Princess Reader

Id Marry You With Paper Rings

The days that followed were a whirlwind of activity, each one filled with excitement, anticipation, and endless planning. From dawn until dusk, Yn and Queen Charlotte worked side by side, every detail of the upcoming wedding meticulously considered and arranged. Invitations were carefully prepared, and the finest fabrics, flowers, and decorations were selected to create a ceremony and celebration that would be remembered for years to come.

For Yn, life had never been this busy. She attended fittings for her wedding gown, reviewed guest lists with her aunt, oversaw arrangements with florists and musicians, and consulted with palace staff on every aspect of the event. It seemed as though every hour brought something new to decide, some small detail that required her attention. And though it was exhausting, she couldn't help but feel a thrill each time she remembered what it was all for.

Each passing day brought her closer to a life with Anthony, a thought that filled her with a joy so profound it seemed to make every task easier, every moment brighter. Her heart fluttered each time she saw his name on the seating arrangements or thought of him waiting for her at the altar. The memory of his touch, his smile, his quiet assurances in their moments together kept her grounded through the busiest of days.

Queen Charlotte, too, was immersed in the preparations, her regal demeanor softened as she worked closely with Yn. Despite her usual composed exterior, there were moments when her pride shone through, a quiet smile or a gentle pat on Yn's shoulder as they discussed the details. Yn could see how invested her aunt was in making this wedding perfect, and it filled her with a warmth and gratitude she hadn't anticipated.

And through it all, Anthony remained her steady anchor. Though the demands of her schedule left little time for the quiet moments they once shared, he was always there, supporting her in whatever way he could. They would steal glances at each other during planning meetings, exchange secret smiles across the ballroom during fittings, and find brief moments at the end of each long day to simply be together. He'd often send her small notes - a quiet reminder of his love, a promise that he was as eager as she was for the life they were building.

Soon, the palace buzzed with excitement as the wedding day drew near. Courtiers whispered of the grand event, of the love story that had captivated the ton and inspired dreams of romance among everyone who heard it. There was talk of a carriage drawn by the finest horses, a gown that would rival the stars in beauty, and a celebration that would light up the city. And at the heart of it all, Yn felt a joy and peace that made every effort, every sacrifice worthwhile.

As the final preparations fell into place, Yn took a moment to breathe, looking around the palace that had become the backdrop of her journey with Anthony. This place held her memories, her struggles, and now, her joy. And as the day approached, she knew that every detail, every tireless hour spent planning, had brought her closer to the life she wanted, the life she had chosen - a life of love, adventure, and devotion with Anthony by her side.

Yn could barely contain the longing she felt as she made her way to the Bridgerton house. Days of relentless planning and preparation had passed in a blur, and though she'd seen Anthony at various balls and events, they'd barely had a moment alone together. The weight of the wedding plans, while thrilling, had left her utterly drained, and all she wanted now was to be near him, to find comfort in his presence.

Dressed in a delicate sage-green gown adorned with soft, intricate butterflies, she looked ethereal, as if she had stepped out of a woodland dream. The dress flowed around her, graceful and lovely, but her face betrayed her weariness, a testament to the tireless effort she'd poured into their upcoming wedding.

When she reached Anthony's study, she opened the door quietly, finding him sitting at his desk, absorbed in a stack of papers. He looked up as she entered, his eyes immediately softening with warmth and concern as he took in her appearance.

Without a word, Yn crossed the room, her steps unhurried yet purposeful. Reaching him, she gently sat down on his knee, resting her head on his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she finally let herself relax. Anthony's arms wrapped around her instinctively, holding her close as he rested his cheek against her hair.

"You look exhausted, princess," he murmured, his voice filled with gentle worry. "You've been pushing yourself too hard."

Yn nodded, her eyes closed, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "I just needed to see you," she whispered, her voice soft and tired. "It's been days, and I feel like I've been running from one task to the next without end."

Anthony's hand traced soothing circles on her back, his touch steady and reassuring. "You're doing so much, Yn. But remember, you don't have to carry it all on your own. I'm here - and I'll always be here."

She smiled, her face pressed against his shoulder, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "I know," she replied softly. "And it's all worth it... every moment of exhaustion, every little detail, because each day brings me closer to being with you."

They sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Anthony continued to hold her, his fingers brushing through her hair, grounding her in the peace of the moment. Yn felt her heart settle, her worries fading away as she nestled against him, feeling the deep, unspoken bond they shared.

Finally, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you for being my safe place," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude and love.

Anthony smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "Always, Yn/n. Now and forever."

Just outside the study, Violet, Benedict, and Daphne stood quietly, peeking through the barely open door. They hadn't meant to intrude, but they had noticed Yn's arrival and, with curiosity piqued, couldn't resist sneaking a glance at the couple.

Inside, they watched as Anthony held Yn close, his hand gently brushing through her hair, his expression softened in a way they rarely saw. Yn, resting her head on his shoulder, looked peaceful despite the obvious exhaustion on her face. The intimacy of the moment, the quiet, unspoken affection between them, was so genuine that it made the three onlookers pause.

Daphne sighed softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced at her mother. "I never thought I'd see him like this," she whispered, her tone filled with warmth. "He's... different with her, isn't he?"

Violet nodded, her eyes misting slightly with pride and happiness as she observed her son with his future wife. "Yes, he is," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen him so content, so... complete."

Benedict, watching the scene with an amused smile, leaned toward Daphne, whispering, "I suppose our dear Viscount has a soft spot after all. Who would have thought?"

Daphne nudged him gently, though her smile remained, her gaze fixed on the pair inside. "It's lovely to see though, isn't it? They bring out the best in each other."

Violet placed a hand on her chest, the sight of her son so deeply in love filling her with a mother's joy and relief. "They truly do," she agreed softly. "He's waited a long time to find someone who sees him, who understands him. And now, he's found her."

They stood there for a moment longer, quietly watching as Anthony pressed a gentle kiss to Yn's forehead, his gaze filled with warmth and devotion. In that silent, tender gesture, they could see just how deeply he cared for her, how ready he was to dedicate himself to her happiness.

Finally, with knowing smiles and hearts full, the trio exchanged glances and quietly stepped away, giving the couple their privacy, each of them reassured that Yn was exactly what Anthony needed - and that their family was about to welcome someone truly special.