Love Story - Anthony Bridgerton x Princess Reader

You Belong With Me

A few days had passed in blissful seclusion at Aubrey Hall, with Yn and Anthony wrapped up in each other, far from the watchful eyes of society. The newlyweds had spent their days in a joyful haze, savoring the freedom to be entirely themselves, without the pressures of court or the endless bustle of London.

They had fallen into a comfortable rhythm, waking in each other's arms as sunlight filtered softly through their bedroom windows, sharing gentle kisses and quiet laughter. Their mornings often stretched into afternoons as they lingered, wrapped in each other, lost in whispered conversations and dreams of the future.

In these quiet, intimate moments, Yn and Anthony shared stories of their childhoods, painting pictures of the lives they had led before fate brought them together. Yn spoke of her days at court, of the expectations that had weighed upon her, and the small rebellions she'd cherished in private moments. Anthony listened intently, his gaze warm and understanding, admiring her strength and resilience.

In turn, Anthony shared tales of his siblings, the chaos and joy that had filled the Bridgerton household, the countless pranks and the steadfast bond that held them together. He spoke of the weight of responsibility he had felt since his father's passing, the pressure to uphold the family's legacy, and the joy that his family brought him, despite it all.

They'd lie together, dreaming of the life they would build. Yn would close her eyes, imagining a house filled with laughter, with children running through the halls, their footsteps echoing as they created memories in the same spaces they now called home. Anthony would smile, his hand resting gently on hers, his voice filled with quiet certainty as he spoke of the future he saw - a future where they faced every challenge and joy as partners, side by side.

And as day turned to evening, their conversations would dissolve into shared laughter and soft kisses, the world around them shrinking to the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. In those stolen days, they lived a lifetime of love and dreams, creating a bond that felt as though it had always been there, growing stronger with each word, each touch, and each shared memory.

They hadn't ventured far beyond the walls of Aubrey Hall, content to spend these first precious days in solitude, away from the obligations that awaited them. For now, there was only the two of them, wrapped in a world they had created together, a love story that was still unfolding, with countless chapters yet to be written.

Yn stood before the mirror, her lavender gown glimmering softly in the candlelight, the delicate floral embroidery casting a faint glow as she moved. She took a deep breath, taking in her own reflection, marveling at the combination of strength and softness she saw there. Tonight was her first ball as Lady Bridgerton, but it was also a night to honor her roots, her heritage, and the title she would always carry as Princess Yn.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed Anthony's approach until he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder. He pulled her close, his warmth and presence grounding her instantly, and she felt a soft kiss pressed to her cheek.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet awe as he met her eyes in the mirror, his gaze intense and unwavering.

Yn felt her heart skip a beat, a feeling of love and gratitude so profound that she could no longer hold back. She turned her head slightly, just enough to catch his gaze, and softly, almost hesitantly, she said, "I love you."

Anthony's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he simply stared at her, clearly taken aback. Seeing his reaction, she felt a rush of nerves but pressed on, her voice growing stronger with each word.

"I know I haven't said it yet, and I don't know why it's taken me so long," she continued, her voice filled with sincerity. "But I do, Anthony. I really, truly do. I love you."