Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

*Takes place during the Queen Charlotte episodes* *Sequel to Midnight Rain* After leaving their season behind, the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton leave to enjoy a short honeymoon out in the country before they welcome their first child together. But the death of the royal heir brings sorrow to the anticipating time... Fearing that the sad news would cause Evelina to lose the baby, Anthony would be by his wife's side the entire time. What will the new Bridgerton heir be? Will Anthony and Evelina's baby become the next heir to the royal throne? What happens when all of Evelina's siblings come back to London during this sad time? Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights. All rights go to the author of the books and Netflix.

Eight years ago, the newly viscount, Anthony Bridgerton, married a girl he had known since he was a young boy--Miss Josephine Kensington, the youngest daughter to the Baron Kensington. Now, it was the season of 1813. Anthony's younger sister, Daphne, was being presented before society. A joyous season for the family, I'm sure... But will it stay joyous? Or will the demands of the season--and one's duty affect that emotion of joy? Only one way to find out, dearest gentle reader, and as you know, I will be the one to figure out all the details. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights, except for my own original characters and their stories. All rights go to the author of the books and Netflix.

Olivia Borough (17) is Lady Bridgerton's niece who got abandoned after her mother passed away. Now that her father has died too, there is no other option than to move in with the Bridgertons and take her place in society. Yet, Olivia has secrets to hide and stories she cannot tell, a true prince arrives in London and things get difficult. She will have to choose, will she stay true to herself and break the bonds she's made or shall she pretend forever?

Sophia Badger always envied those born as elites, attending balls and wearing fancy dresses. She's spent her life trying to get there; from falsifying legal documents to get into finishing school to learning how to sew her own dresses. Still, without any guardian to watch over her, she is now stealing and thieving to stay upright. One particular night, Sophia finds herself chased by the cops, and ends up in the Bridgerton's garden, where she runs headfirst into a green-eyed gentleman. To her surprise, he is more than happy to help her out and bring some action into his own unfulfilled life. In the weeks following their meeting, secrets unravel themselves and relationships form. Both Benedict and Sophia have one goal; to find out who they really are, and as it seems, they might just find each other in that process too.

‿̩͙⊱༒︎ 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 ༒︎⊰‿̩͙ Marriage season had scarcely begun when Anthony Bridgerton-never a man of restraint-decided to detonate the evening. "You should marry Daphne." Cassius Sinclair starred. "I beg your pardon?" "She's of age. You remain unmarried. It would be the sensible match." "Absolutely not." Cassius laughed once, sharp and incredulous. "You know I've had my eye on Eloise for some time now." Silence. "I know," Anthony said calmly. "And yet you persist," Cassius replied dryly. Anthony met his gaze. "Precisely." "NO!" This, at least, Anthony seemed to understand. ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Cassius is everything society adores-a polished duke, a bachelor, devastatingly charming, impeccably composed. Only those closest to him know the truth, the chaos he hides beneath the civility. London expects Cassius to choose a bride. Preferably sensible. Preferably obedient. Unfortunately, he's in love with Eloise Bridgerton- the one woman who refuses to be either. He is charm wrapped in danger. She is defiance dressed as wit. As marriage season closes in and rules tighten, one question threatens to ruin everything: What happens when desire refuses to behave?

" i thought a noble such as you would have defended the woman he loved. " " do you really think that i love you? " " no, but it would be nice if you could at least pretend in front of others. " 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 . . . in which emma jeanwood was anthony's lover only on paper, and not in his heart. that spot was reserved for his beloved siena. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ─── 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧/𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 ─── 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ─── 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 ©

Born from a forbidden love and raised under the watchful eye of royalty, Lilliana-the Queen's dazzling niece-was never meant to be ordinary. She speaks the harsh truth, walks with purpose, and keeps her heart guarded behind a thousand secrets. When she crosses paths with the charming big brother of her new friend, Lilliana finds herself entangled in a dangerous game. Anthony Bridgerton: sharp-tongued, stubborn, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a battle of wit and will, quickly turns into something more -a slow-burning tension that threatens to unravel them both. The next question lingers in the air, heavy with intrigue and possibility-Can love truly flourish this season? Only time shall tell, dear readers, and I think that even the most guarded hearts cannot escape the heave of fate.

**Dearest Readers,** My quills have been sharpened in eager anticipation of the 1815 season, and I daresay it shall prove as thrilling as any before it. New faces grace our glittering ballrooms - most notably the daughters of the Earl of Somerset, presented to society for the very first time. Yours truly, **Lady Whistledown's Society Papers** ~ The Earl's daughters are opposites in every regard. Lady Marie, the younger, is softness and sweetness itself, earning the coveted title of Diamond of the Season. Her beauty and gentle charm quickly capture the admiration of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, who appears every inch the attentive suitor. Yet it is her elder sister, Lady Esther - sharp-witted, bold, and far less inclined toward obedience - who truly unsettles him. With their father quietly pressing for a match to secure his own hidden interests, what begins as a season of promise soon becomes a matter of urgency. And when fate intervenes, it is not the sister meant to be chosen who must secure a husband before the final dance. For in matters of the heart, dear reader, desire rarely follows expectation.