Franchaela Stories

Queen Charlotte decides to spice up this year's season by adding a jewel to her collection of diamonds. #ABO!Franchaela #PleaseMindTheTags :) - Omega!Francesca/Alpha!Michaela Femslash - "I do not know you." "Yet I should like to know you." Francesca finds that her eyes have already drifted back to her left, back towards Michaela. "I-" She feels her cheeks paint pink, "Well you should-" She coughs. "Not." Michaela just smiles, nonplussed, "I fear your repellant disposition is having the opposite effect, Miss Bridgerton." Francesca cheeks redden even further as she rolls her eyes, looking away again, "I told you to-" "Tell me then, Francesca.." Michaela purrs, turning towards Francesca and stepping closer. Francesca's neck jerks right back to her at the sound of her voice. Her heels click once, twice. And she teases a small pout, a dangerous gesture indeed, "What mountains must I move to earn favor with you?" Francesca's eyes unconsciously fall to Michaela's lips for a half-second. And when she looks back up, Michaela's pout transforms into that same damned enigmatic smile. Holding her gaze steady, seemingly unaffected, Francesca finally suggests, "Perhaps you can start with Everest."

Kilmartin was never quiet when John was alive. Now, the silence has a voice of its own, and it will not let Francesca sleep. A collection of secret letters written in the dead of night, where Francesca Bridgerton fights a losing battle against the deafening silence of Kilmartin. No longer able to find comfort in the quiet she once shared with John, her grief turns bitter and utterly wrecked. But these letters hold more than just mourning; they hold a terrifying confession. As Francesca begs her late husband's ghost to haunt her dreams, she is forced to confront the agonising reality of the person who is actually occupying them.

At the killmartin castle after a visit about the will is informed upon Helen Stirling who must immediately get her heir married only for the stubborn youngster to cause trouble and break hearts along the way which makes her cousin John Step up to marry his chosen wife a pretty bridgerton

Depois de dois anos, Francesca volta a encontrar a pessoa que nunca saiu de seus pensamentos.

When Francesca Bridgerton returns to Kilmartin House in the wake of her husband's sudden death, she expects Scotland to be nothing more than duty, ledgers to balance, tenants to appease, and grief to endure with proper composure. Instead, she finds the one complication she cannot manage: Michaela Stirling, John's cousin, still in residence... and still capable of unsettling Francesca with a single look. Michaela was the first person to offer Francesca comfort in London, and the first to abandon her without explanation. Now, forced into uneasy proximity by estate politics and watchful eyes, the two women circle each other through icy silences, sharp arguments, and moments of tenderness neither is willing to name. Francesca insists she is only trying to restore order. Michaela insists she is only trying to keep Francesca safe. But beneath the rules of mourning and the ruthless scrutiny of society, something forbidden begins to breathe. As invitations tighten their noose, family arrives unexpectedly from London, and grief refuses to stay neatly contained, Francesca is forced to confront an unbearable truth: she may be losing herself to a love she never knew she was allowed to want. Michaela, torn between devotion and fear, must decide whether protecting Francesca means leaving her... or choosing her. Set against the wild beauty of the Highlands and the cruel elegance of a world that punishes women for living honestly, The Widow's Reckoning is a passionate continuation of Francesca's story, where love does not replace what was lost, but dares to exist beside it... even if it becomes scandal.