#queen Charlotte speculation

[thedooristhebluecushion]

Throwing this out into the universe simply so I can say “I knew it!”…

The next season will be Violet and Edmund’s love story with flash forwards of Violet finding a lovaaa. I think they set us up for it & frankly a season 2 surrounding Charlotte and George would be kind of sad. They gave us their ending under that beautiful bed & I’d rather they focus on another couple and have the King & Queen pop in and out in happy moments. Would love to see some of Lady Danbury’s many bedmates too bc she deserves all the orgasms.

Also… obviously … more Brimsley & Reynolds please & thank you.

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[quotergirl19]

Part of me is convinced that we’re going to find out in the Queen Charlotte story that the love of Lady Danbury’s life was Simon’s mother.

#it makes sense #Lady Danbury was outside of the room while Sarah was giving birth to Simon #Simon’s father hated her #she was desperate to be by Sarah’s side #her husband was much older than her in the Queen Charlotte show so it was likely an arranged marriage leaving her a widow #quotergirl random thoughts #bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #Queen Charlotte Speculation #bridgerton speculation #lady Danbury #Sarah Basset #she never remarried but told Kate she had loved and lost

[maevelin]

Diamonds are not the only gems that sparkle!

No but guys here me out!

Aside from the fact that in this photo it is Penelope and the Queen that are wholly dressed in shades of Bridgerton Blue, it is the Queen that wears GREEN jewelry!

WHAT IF SHE ANNOUNCES AN EMERALD FOR THIS SEASON TOO?

In the trailer the Queen notices Penelope when she is wearing GREEN.

That phrase about "diamonds are not the only gems that sparkle" is already narrated in the LW voice so in canon it will probably come straight from LW and we all know the Queen's entanglement with every provocation LW dishes out.

Give me my emerald season!!!

#bridgerton #polin #queen charlotte #penelope featherington #lady whistledown #spoilers #speculation #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #the more I look at this poster the more I am losing my mind #and the THREE MATCHMAKING MAMAS in the back #Colin standing as a shield between the Queen and Penelope #ANTONY AND KATE AS COLIN'S SECONDS BEHIND THE QUEEN #The Queen surrounded by Penelope's guardians #I can go on and on

[winnie-the-monster]

We’re gonna see Brimsley and Reynolds together again 🥺🤞

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 speculation #brimsley x reynolds #reynolds x brimsley #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #breynolds

[glitterfairy-21225]

Okay, so the Queen is putting the bounty on LW. The last I remember from part 1, she agreed with Lady Danbury that they were seeing eye to eye finally. So unless I missed a scene, something must have happened.

Theory??? They were seeing to eye to eye about Francesca, who the Queen ships with that one guy. Maybe when Colin brings Pen inside to announce their engagement, she overhears something about John, and trying to get on Colin’s good side for the inevitable reveal, she’s supportive about it in Whistledown while pointing out that the Queen was wrong bc she legit can’t stop herself. Then the other guy gives up on Fran and sets his eye on someone else, which Whistledown also reports. So by the end of episode five, the Queen is like, “That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

#bridgerton #bridgerton speculation #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton s3 #penelope featherington #francesca bridgerton #john stirling #queen charlotte #bridgerton netflix #theory #bridgerton theory

[atouchofireland]

After watching Queen Charlotte, I feel like there is a lot of setup going into this season, more than just from end of season 2. (I.e. Lady Danbury finding a man for Violet)

So based on that, the book, and some ep1 info. I see the two parts having different tones.

Sneak peeks for part 1 really give: 90s/00s Rom Com, You’ve Got Mail- A la friends in the streets, enemies in the (gossip) sheets. Dating coach falls in love with his student, etc.

All with Eloise initially teaming up with the bully but then realizing her mistake, reconciling with Pen, and meddling into early Polin.

Now, my theories for part 2 will probably have beginning stages in part 1, but the bulk of the big story will be in part 2.

We learn from QC that her and Lady Danbury were essentially each other’s first friend in the ton. As well as LD’s connection to Violet & her father. During QC, Pen as Lady Whistledown is harsher on the Queen than usual. This is obviously due to Pen’s own strife- her best friend never wanting to see her again and the lohl saying he’d never date her.

So, where this has to divert from the book: ShowCressida is not married & left destitute so she would not be needing LD’s prize. And ShowEloise knows Pen is Lady Whistledown.

However, what DOES seem to translate from the book is Lady Danbury’s affection for Penelope.

We know QC has been after LW since the Pilot.

What I see happening is: Colin finding out/engagement happens in eps 4-5 (similar to it back to back in the book) and both El AND Colin trying to protect Pen from being found out by the queen. But in the end Lady Danbury either takes blame/protects Penelope & the Bridgertons, or gets Pen & QC to come to some kind of agreement.

(Oh and someone pointed out their wedding is probably in episode 6, because in the last 2 seasons the weddings were in the episode titled after the book.)

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #speculation #penelope featherington #queen charlotte #colin bridgerton #polin #agatha danbury #violet bridgerton #lady whistledown

[liliesandparchment]

Y’all are we underestimating the Queen??? What if she’s paying like a LIL bit of attention like first ball of the season Pen changes her dress and The Queen takes note, learns her name. Next day she writes I embrace change but others do not all that what if she realises and LIKES IT I mean often LW is just directly chattin’ w the Queen so just WHAT IF

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[alovelessmelancholy]

I saw a few mentions that the most recent photos could be a funeral since so many are wearing black. King George was mentioned but I was thinking that maybe it's possible that this is Queen Charlotte's funeral? It might explain them telling her back story before S3 comes out. The actual Charlotte died in 1818 so it wouldn't be such a big stretch to move that timeline up a couple of years. This would also be a major change for the LW storyline because the Queen would no longer be pursuing Pen or pressing her to come forward. This would be a "new beginning" as Simone Ashley said about the season. All crazy speculation of course but we'll see when we see!

#polin #queen charlotte #bridgerton season three #bridgerton #romancing mister bridgerton #lady whistledown #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #season 3 speculation

[dancingdorito]

i just saw the theories about since edward and victoria are pregnant (with future queen victoria), charlotte might die in s3.

(in actual history queen charlotte died 6 months before queen victoria/alexandrina was born and george died 8 months after victoria was born)

does anyone actually think this will happen?? i'm so scared if that's true.

#netflix bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 speculation #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #queen charlotte spoilers #netflix queen charlotte #help i dont want her to die

[bridgertonbabe]

So they moved up the Polin storyline to have Queen Charlotte involved? Theoretically?

Or it's one of the factors? So after the Polin season, will the queen be gone or have less presence? Or do they have other plans for her?

That's what makes the most sense to me. Since Queen Charlotte spent all of S1 obsessing over Whistledown and then all of S2 determined to best her and uncover her identity, it would only make narrative sense to have her involved in Polin's season. Colin will of course discover Penelope is Whistledown and they'll have to navigate their way through that source of division as a couple - but QC will also have something to do with Whistledown because that has been her main storyline over the past two seasons. Now I don't know how they're going to go about it; perhaps instead of Lady Danbury issuing the challenge of uncovering the gossip writer's identity it will be Queen Charlotte; maybe the mission to learn the identity will be more low-key than that. Whether or not QC will discover Penelope as the columnist is up for speculation (and if she does, how it will then be resolved) but either way there must be some sort of conclusion or closure for QC on Whistledown.

I think following Polin's season they should stick to the historical accuracy of QC's death in 1818 (I know the show has already proved to be lousy in keeping the timeline in order with all it's continuity errors but if my theory is correct then they will stick to this one definitive historical matter) so while I reckon we'll still see something of her in S4 (assuming the show is renewed after S4, which it probably will as it's one of Netflix's biggest hits), timeline wise by S5 she would no longer be present.

#asks #season 3 speculation #polin #queen charlotte #bridgerton timeline

[greeneyessmize]

I haaaave 3 theories.

1. Alice & Will Mondrich will know that Pen is Lady Whistledown before the big reveal. Colin helped them with their club early on, so there is already a bit of trust there. They also have another very slight reason to look favorably on her: her father is the reason they had enough money for Will to stop boxing. It's a reach, but it is a tiny thread of connection.

They also rush in to help when Pen faints. Additionally, their smiles in the teaser are more... teasing and conspiring than speculative or competitive. I don't think they have any meanness in them. Nor do they have any direct reasons to dislike Lady Whistledown.

2. I believe that somehow, Pen will find a way to reveal herself at least somewhat privately to the Queen. Thus leading to....

3. The Queen, once she knows the identity of Lady Whistledown herself, will issue a decree for no one to attempt any further to unmask her. This serves the plot purpose of letting the show keep their very loved narration device. It would also be fitting that Queen Charlotte would truly not want LW to end. It is one of the few highlights of her days!

Now, that doesn't mean she will let Pen off the hook. I expect she will be required to take tea with the Queen regularly so she feels like she has some control over the situation. I feel like they would still actually reveal that Pen is LW by the end of the series, though.

#Polin #bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton season 3 spoilers #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #queen charlotte #will mondrich #alice mondrich

[thebluemallet]

Predictions for Bridgerton Season 3

We're only a few short weeks away from the premiere of season 3 of Bridgerton, so here are some of my predictions for things I think could happen.

1- Peneloise won't reconcile until the last episode

Obviously, Eloise hasn't forgiven Penelope since the previous season. And it will be an uphill battle to get these two on speaking terms again. Eloise is definitely the kind of person to hold a grudge so she'll be the one kicking and screaming all the way up to the reconciliation. And Penelope won't be too keen at first, either. I think the show will milk the estrangement between these two all the way to the final episode at the latest, episode 7 at the earliest.

2- Benophie Will Be Next Season

Some people have speculated that Philoise will be the next Bridgerton couple, but I think it will be Benedict and Sophie. I don't think Eloise is there with her character development yet to seriously consider marriage. But Benedict might be.

3- Francesca Will Feel Some Pressure From Queen Charlotte

This isn't that groundbreaking of a prediction. Queen Charlotte has put some pressure on the romantic leads to choose a specific person for the first two seasons. With Daphne, it was the prince. With Anthony, it was Edwina. And if the promo photos are anything to go by, she has a specific suitor in mind for Francesca. But Francesca may have her own ideas on who she'd most like to marry.

4- Violet: Captain of the Polin Ship

This isn't really a prediction. This was pretty much said in an interview. Once Violet is clued into what's going on between Colin and Penelope, she's going to be feral for them. She'll be the one making the t-shirts and cheering from the sidelines. Hell, she might even lock the carriage door herself if she thinks it'll speed things up.

5- Cressida Uncovers Lady Whistledown...Because of Eloise

Do I think that Eloise is going to just come out and tell Cressida who is behind Lady Whistledown? No. Or at least, I hope she doesn't. If she really wanted to expose her ex-friend's secret identity, she would have already done it. For whatever reason, it seems as though Eloise is keeping the secret. HOWEVER, I do think that she'll make enough not-so-subtle comments that Cressida will figure it out for herself.

6- Colin Finds Out Penelope Is Whistledown In Episode 4

We know that we're getting The Carriage Scene in episode 4 and book readers especially will know that The Carriage Scene immediately follows Colin finding out that Penelope is Lady Whistledown. I think it's pretty likely that Episode 4 could still play out this way. And their expressions in those leaked clips allude to them having an emotionally turbulent time in that carriage before they start getting down to business.

7- ...Or Does He????

I can see the showrunners making things even more dramatic by delaying the Whistledown reveal to Colin. Maybe the raw emotion on their faces in the carriage is because Colin yeeted himself inside to beg Penelope not to marry Debling and he confesses his feelings instead. Maybe things start getting hot and heavy from there.

And then they're very hastily enaged.

But if Colin is still in the dark about Lady Whistledown, I can see the revelation happening a little later--most likely the very next episode--and oh, boy that emotional gut punch would knock the wind out of me.

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[quotergirl19]

Anyone else wonder if the Queen Charlotte show is going to include a character that we wind up loving who was close to Charlotte and who was a big gossip and maybe they were badly hurt or even killed when someone wanted revenge?

No? Just me? Ok.

#maybe it will be one of her closest friends #maybe the situation will mirror Penelope’s friendship with Eloise #quotergirl random thoughts #bridgerton #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #Queen Charlotte speculation

[maevelin]

Swans...in the queen's wig in the promotion there are circling crystal swans right?

A parallel to the tale of the ugly duckling that was always a swan that eventually emerged? Like our penelope?

If so...I really like this season's PR.

#polin #spoilers #bridgeton #bridgerton s3 #queen charlotte #speculation #penelope featherington

[harry-sussex]

I think the issue more than the simple editing is a) the inability to produce a non edited photo and b) blaming it on Catherine herself. Both of these things are only going to fuel conspiracies - I say this as someone who firmly believes that she is simply recovering from abdominal surgery. But it’s not a stretch to say KP have completely messed up the PR and invited the speculation and continue to do so by not setting it straight properly. So no the blurry steps won’t topple an institution, but the image of said institution as being dishonest and throwing its own Princess of wales under the bus sure doesn’t help

I honestly do not think it’s a big deal. The cheating bullshit has died down and resurfaces every few months with almost no traction. The photo is edited as is literally every single photo released by every single royal in the world. I remember Charlotte’s first Christmas, there was a bunch of discourse about her little shoe on the ground and the shadows associated with the way she was sitting on Kate’s lap. Is Kate a graphic designer? No. The insinuation that she meant something harmful by editing her photo more poorly than usual? That’s batshit, and that will die down. In a week, nobody sane is going to say “we can’t trust our next Queen because she photoshopped a sweater cuff.”

And the team very much did not throw Kate under the bus. The team NEVER would have never signed the statement “-C” without her knowing. They’d be fired so fast they wouldn’t know what hit them. Kate did that herself - like I said the other day, the apology came from Kate, not HRH The Princess of Wales. The conspiracies are nothing. The palace has already reiterated their original information about Kate’s return and the stupid shit will all but disappear once she’s back. Sure, it’ll come back up (the conspiracies and the photo) every once in a while, especially when she inevitably takes a long break in August and while the kids are in school, but after her recovery and return after Easter, this will all be a meme. It’s already a meme - two different people sent me a photoshopped pic of Kate the day after her wedding walking out of BP hand in hand with Pete Davidson. A few weeks of making fun of Kate online is not going to hurt her image. It will die down, as it always does with Kate.

I won’t even say that KP invited the speculation. They said Kate would be back after Easter and reiterated that remained the same after the speculation and #WhereIsKate really took off. There’s nothing left for them to do other than live stream Kate’s recovery and post-surgery treatment and have the doctors give a press conference from the throne room once a week. KP did what they could do. The answer is to let #WhereIsKate roll off their backs until she returns.

They can’t combat the internet. We saw this with Harry and Meghan - they can’t combat the stupid shit every time it arises. The logic we have been trying to apply to the Sussexes all this time holds in this current situation with Kate/KP. Address it once maximum and move on. You cannot stop people from talking, all you can do is move past it.

This is so unserious. It is not a big deal. It reflects mildly on Kate right now in the media and she cannot get out there to directly combat the conspiracy bullshit, but that will end in a few weeks and we’ll go to business as usual in a few weeks after that max. The media forgets quickly and the general population on internet forgets even faster. We’re the ones who will remember because we’re active watchers. We can all collectively come to the rational conclusion that this is not a big deal and will not affect Kate’s reputation long-term if we take ourselves out of our bubble and think about this broadly. Wait until she busts out a tiara or hugs a child or wears a beautiful gown or makes a cheeky comment to William - it’ll all go back to business as usual. Pretty princess who is good with kids. She’s far more than that, as we know, but that’s what the media presents her as, and that’s what it’ll go back to, and that’s what the general public will go back to as well, for the most part.

This has literally no effect on the institution or Kate long term. Currently? Yes, it’s a headline and the talk of the town. But if Kate’s image can weather topless photos, her husband’s alleged cheating, the Sussex bullshit, racism accusations, etc. then it can definitely handle #WhereIsKate and the photoshopped picture. Give it a month or two. It’ll all be water under the bridge.

It is so unserious it’s actually funny.

#ask #kate middleton #princess of wales #british royal family

[eleanor-bradstreet]

The Palace

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett Rated: 18+, explicit sexual content Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Benedict makes Sophie’s first royal event one to remember.

Author’s Note: Happy Queen Charlotte release day! Here’s some smut to celebrate 😜 No spoilers for the show in this fic, just some royal-adjacent horny nonsense. This is also my belated birthday gift to @queen-of-the-misfit-toys Enjoy our boy and his talented hands, my dear 💙

Sophie needed a moment to breathe. Between the glare of the sun, the tightness of her stays and the dizzying array of new faces, her head was beginning to spin. Happily, the reception party was spread across both the gardens and two floors of St. James’s Palace, offering plenty of quiet corners where she could rest. Leaving Benedict in conversation with Anthony, she picked her way up to a room on the second floor. Despite its towering ceilings and the endless stretches of halls that winged away from its massive doors, the tapestries within made it feel marginally warmer than the throne and ballrooms below. A bouquet of purple blooms perched on a low table in front of the windows and she stood by it, trying to steady herself as she watched the members of court mingle in the gardens.

It was Hyacinth’s presentation day, but Benedict had wasted no opportunity to remind Sophie that it served as her presentation too. The first year of their marriage had been spent blissfully in the countryside but now she and the whole of the Bridgerton clan had agreed that it was time for her to appear in the London season. Everyone was well rehearsed in Sophie’s backstory if need be. The explanation that she was a distant cousin of the late Earl of Penwood had been carefully worded by Anthony and Violet. All members of the family were instructed to alert them if anyone probed too insistently. They all hoped it wouldn’t cause too much speculation for the second-born Bridgerton son to reemerge from a long absence with a wife in tow, but the ton were fickle and always desperate for gossip.

The morning ceremony had gone off without a hitch. Hyacinth had walked serenely to the Queen, though her family could tell she was fighting to suppress giggles the entire time. Sophie had managed to blend into the sea of ladies in ivory dresses with no one taking notice of her until the reception party began in the garden. Anthony had circled her like a hawk, glowering more than usual at each person she and Benedict spoke to and he only moved away when the attendees queued to greet the Queen. Sophie was buzzing with anxiety, her mind roaring as Benedict guided her forward and introduced her. Somehow she had remembered to curtsy properly and to smile. She had said something that made the Queen laugh but couldn’t remember what, then she had turned away, dazed. Benedict brought her back to herself with a tight squeeze of her hand and an encouraging smile before they separated to mingle.

Now the enormity of the day was weighing on her and Sophie needed this reprieve. How she found herself here, barely a year after selling her hair to a wigmaker and cleaning out chamberpots, was still a turn of events she couldn’t fully believe. As she leaned against the table and enjoyed the fragrance of the flowers, Benedict entered the room behind her. She knew it was him even before the press of warm lips against her neck. She could always sense when he was nearby, attuned to him like the change in pressure before a storm. Her skin would prickle and her mind would calm, steadied by the proximity of her anchor in this new life.

His hands banded around her waist as he pressed himself to her back, murmuring into the slope of her shoulder. “What do you think, my love? Your first royal event.”

Sophie smiled, grateful for the familiar comfort of his arms. “It is breathtaking. I could never have dreamed I would find myself here. Introduced to the Queen of England. Do you think she believed our story? Do you think she knows I don’t really belong?”

Benedict gently turned her chin back to face him with a gloved hand. His brow was creased. “You do belong here. As much as anyone. You are my wife and the daughter of an Earl. I never want you doubting yourself.” His insistent tone reverberated into her back, leaving no space for her heart or mind to argue. “I think she believed us but even if she didn’t, she clearly doesn’t care. You fit in here. Somehow, you manage to fit perfectly everywhere.” The fingers on her chin moved to stroke her cheek. “In our little country cottage, or in these grand halls, looking like a veritable princess.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips and she sank against him, fighting the tears that his words stirred within her.

“I love you so much, Benedict,” she whispered. “You’ll never know how much.”

He tightened his hold, hands splaying across her ribs. “And I love you, darling. You are my entire heart. My whole world.” He paused and let his eyes stray across her decolletage, highly pronounced thanks to the incomparable structure of her court dress. “This may be the most striking dress I’ve ever seen you in. I can’t deny that it has sent my mind in all kinds of…enticing directions.”

The crooked grin that followed was a warning shot.

Sophie sighed, turning back to the windows. “Ben, we really can’t.”

“We won’t.” His mock indignation was completely undermined by the low pitch his voice sank into. His hands traced down to grasp her hips and he pressed himself firmly into her backside, pinning her between him and the table. His words ghosted warm next to her ear, a devastating purr. “We aren’t doing anything. We are just standing, a husband and wife, quietly taking in the view.” 

That’s when he pushed her hips forward ever so slightly, nearly imperceptible, but enough for her to realize that the table was at precisely the right height to strike her where sensation would bloom. She let out a small gasp.

Undeterred, Benedict continued. “We are surveying the grounds…” He nudged her against the table edge again. “The people.” Again.

Sophie took a shuddering breath, already knowing she would be helpless against the tingling wave he was building within her. Sometimes she wondered if she had married the devil himself. How dare he act so brazenly in public and in a royal palace no less? But she knew, of course, that it was precisely within Benedict Bridgerton’s nature to do such a thing. And God help her, it was one of the reasons she was so hopelessly in love with him. 

Perhaps they could do this undetected. The doors behind them were too heavy to close and they could be seen by anyone passing in the hall, but this corner of the upper floor seemed deserted. And if they were, as Benedict said, just a husband and wife standing by the window, rocking with such small movements, perhaps no one would know what was happening even if they were discovered. Benedict understood her body so well and was rubbing her into the table at such a precise angle, she knew she could finish quickly. A small burst of pleasure would no doubt help ease her nerves, which she surmised was part of his motivation.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure. “They are stunning.”

“Yes, they are.” He rumbled low in her ear, his hands tight on her hips, guiding her back and forth, grinding her into the sloped angle of the wood. “The peacocks in particular are an excellent touch, are they not?” With that, he surged his hips into her and Sophie groaned quietly at the stiff length she felt pressing into the cleft of her bottom. 

“Yes…” She gasped, eyes fluttering closed as all her focus narrowed to the heat between her thighs and the crush of him behind her.

“Keep your eyes on everyone out there.” Benedict tutted and she obeyed, bracing herself with palms pressed into the tabletop and gaze locked on the oblivious crowds below. 

He had found a steady rhythm, pushing her forward with his body and hands, thrusting her against the table with small movements that sent spikes of desire shooting through her blood. Over and over with mechanical precision he maneuvered her in chasing pleasure, the slight quiver of the flowers beside them the only indicator to any passersby that something untoward was happening. 

Benedict’s tone was quiet but with an undeniably gruff edge. “I want you to remember this moment. That you are in a palace, looking down on all the ton. You are regal Sophie. You were so marvelous speaking to Her Majesty. I was so proud to show her that I had married the most gorgeous woman in England. A woman that far outshines any of her Diamonds. With more strength and fortitude than they could ever muster. She may be the Queen, but I am certainly the richer of us both.”

Sophie gripped the table and stared, entranced as Benedict set her body and mind alight. His potent blend of arousal and affirmation drilled home the truth of his words. She did belong. She was special. Powerful even. A Bridgerton with a handsome husband on her arm and a formidable family to support her. She wore the same fine fabrics as the ladies in the sunlit hedgerows below and had received the same invitation to be feted by the Queen herself. Sophie Beckett the maid was no longer. Sophia Bridgerton had taken her place and was being ravished in a palace above the heads of the ton by a man they all respected and desired.

When his mouth opened hot on her neck to graze it with his teeth Sophie moaned aloud, unable to restrain herself. He had worked her into a state, humming with arousal, her womanhood engorged and soaking. She was burning and lightheaded and knew that she had more than the strictures of her dress to blame. While his movements made the wave of lust swell within her body, his words made her longing for him swell within her heart. She needed his mouth on hers, his skin on hers. It was the only way she would crest the wave and in that moment, everything else could be damned.

“Ben,” She spun around to face him and crashed her mouth to his, drinking in the taste of him as she tugged off his gloves. He let her do as she wished, sliding his tongue to map the circumference of her lips as she pulled his hand up and under her skirt. Caged though her breasts and consequently her lungs may be, her lower undergarments were still easy to bypass and Sophie was aching for her husband’s fingers.

Benedict paused, face lighting with mischief as he gave her a lopsided smile. “Anyone could see us.” 

As if confirming her commitment to impropriety, Sophie smirked and hopped backward to sit on the table, wrapping her arms across his broad shoulders. “Good. Let them watch.”

With something like a snarl, his eyes darkened and he dipped his head to suck at the delicate skin beneath her ear. The hand under her skirt began to quest through the layers of fabric. “You hoping to make them jealous?”

“Yes,” She breathed, leaning her head back and reveling in the pattern he traced with his tongue.

“You want them all to see you getting finger fucked at their stuffy soiree?” His voice rumbled low in his chest as his fingers found her wet heat and brushed gently over her opening.

“Desperately,” She shuddered, breathing heavier as she shot another glance out the window. “I want them to know that I’m yours.”

With no preamble Benedict covered her throbbing center with the whole of his hand, cupping her possessively. He pulled back to meet her eyes. Gone was the sweet, gentle artist, replaced by an imposing seducer who looked about ready to devour her.

“This is mine is it then, darling?” He smiled wolfishly.

“Yes,” Sophie gaped, heart pounding. Only once she confirmed it did his hand start moving, fingers sliding through the slickness he had caused as his palm ground against her pubic bone, giving her the pressure she loved. 

He wrapped the fingers of his other hand gently around her neck. Not hard enough to restrict her breath, just enough to hold her in place. His thumb traced languidly over the ridges of her throat above the tiers of pearls that he had gifted her for the occasion.

“And those lips…” He bent and sucked on the lower one, nibbling it before pulling away. “They are mine?”

“Yes,” Sophie’s eyes closed, hands moving to wrap around his wrist. She was growing dizzy with the intensity of the moment. His dominating play made her giddy enough but to unleash it when they were in public and at risk of being caught…it made her lose her senses.

His hand beneath her skirts shifted, aligning the pad of his thumb on her swollen clit precisely where she had shown him she liked to be touched. Then he began rubbing in skillful circles. Two more fingers pressed inside her and slid firmly in and out, probing with clear intention. Sophie hissed, her stomach clenching like a fist, nails digging into his wrist. Her nerves began to sing, the wave rising under his ministrations. This was precisely what she needed.

Benedict trailed open-mouthed kisses over her exposed skin, licking along the neckline of her dress.

“The whole of this incredible woman. She is mine. And how she dazzles. In silks. In satins. In nothing at all. Am I not the luckiest man alive to be tasked with serving her? Pleasuring her.”  

His voice was dusky against her flesh and punctuated by her moan when he bit lightly into the swell of her breast. His long fingers continued to tease and swirl, pumping into her and coaxing her to release. Sophie felt her nipples harden as her body relented, lost to any way he wanted to command it, trusting him to bring her to heights she could never accomplish herself. She hooked her ankles around the back of his calves, pulling him closer between her thighs, needing the heat of him to mingle with the one he stoked in her. Clutching one another, they were nearly inert save for the talented movements of Benedict’s hand beneath her skirts. The only sounds in the room were the light rustle of fabric and Sophie’s small, pleasured breaths. 

Sophie clung to his wrist, the pounding blood in her ears drowning out every sense but touch. The expert flick of his thumb against her nerves that caused her stomach to knot delightfully. The glide of his reach inside her, petting the spots that made her clench and evoking memories of his cock and its steady pace that ratcheted her to delirium. All of it heightened by his hold on her neck, the ownership he claimed over the fluttering breaths he was forcing out of her. In these moments her body was his, because she knew that his heart would always be hers.

Benedict marveled at the beauty of his wife lost in the throes of pleasure, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes hazy, fingers flexing each time he pressed against her sweetest spot, right under her clitoral hood. He reveled in her flushed skin and needy noises, the bobbing of her throat beneath his fingers. He would never tire of making her feel this way. In fact, he longed to draw it out, leave her breathless and screaming for release, soaking his hand as he made her come over and over until her knees faltered. But they didn’t have the luxury of time. So he focused his movements, small but incendiary, on the most sensitive parts of her. He grinned, noting how her hips had started to rock, pushing herself down onto his fingers as much as he was pushing up into her. He leaned to her ear and whispered. 

“That’s it. You’re beautiful, so beautiful my love.” His lips returned to her neck, nibbling around the elaborate necklace, his breath gusting hot across her skin. “I love to see you choked with my pearls.”

Her whole body stiffened, his words driving her higher. “I prefer your hands.” She rasped, managing to arch a coquettish brow. 

The responding gleam in his steely eyes was precisely what she had been hoping for. Spurred on, Benedict tightened his grip, starting to slightly constrict her windpipe as his fingers increased their speed and pressure, pounding into her and teasing her nub viciously.

“I’m glad to hear that, darling.” He growled. “You are radiant with all manner of things around your neck.” He sucked at her collarbone before moving back to her lips, kissing her between each honeyed word of praise. “Priceless. My wife. My queen.”

Sophie could hear how wet she was as he worked her sex relentlessly. The cadence of his fingers was making her delirious. The warm, delicious tingle radiating from his touch was flooding over her. She knew she was approaching the end. 

“Don’t…be treasonous…”

He chuckled darkly. “I can revere whomever I want to behind closed doors. Would you want that? For me to kneel before you tonight?”

Sophie’s eyes blazed, enticed by his offer. They had played that way before, Benedict submitting to her wishes, and it always set a fire in her belly. She envisioned him naked, kneeling before her on the floor of their bedroom, skin glowing in firelight that etched the outlines of his muscles and betrayed the leaking of his eager cock. She could hook her leg over his shoulder and command him to feast upon her until neither of them could breathe. She could sink her hands into the waves of his dark hair and press him into her body, riding him mercilessly to her bliss. 

It was this imagery that caused her to break, thighs quaking as she bucked against him. Benedict could feel her quiver inside. Throwing her head back, she started to moan his name but he cut her off quickly with a gentle squeeze of her throat.

“Shhh. Don’t scream my name or you’ll give us away.” His eyes were hungry as he continued rubbing her furiously, rocking his hand in and out of her. “Just come for me.” 

He felt her hold her breath, then the rippling spasms started to dance down the length of his fingers. She froze, rigid, gripping onto his wrist for dear life. 

“That’s it. Come all over my hand.” He goaded through gritted teeth. “Then we’re going to walk out of here as if you aren’t drenched.”

He coaxed more out of her, slowing and curling his strokes as the pulsing continued, fanning out through her body, causing her to jerk. Sophie’s mind floated as the wave washed over her, its epicenter under his fingertips.

Benedict released her throat and held her close in the breathless moments as she shuddered with aftershocks. He withdrew his other hand and Sophie opened her eyes to find him sucking decadently at his fingers, relishing her taste. Lightheaded, she gently palmed the prominent tent in his breeches.

“What about you?”

Benedict smirked. “If etiquette didn’t require me to be in breeches and hose, maybe. But I’ll show you when we get home what an ordeal they are to remove. Let’s just wait a moment, my love. I will be fine.”

She laughed, the room beginning to orient itself around her again, gravity falling back into place.

“Perhaps the dress code was established for precisely that reason.”

—

An hour later at the close of the reception, Benedict and Sophie were turning to walk out through the gardens when they halted at the sight of the Queen approaching, closely followed by her man Brimsley. Sophie’s mind began to whir. She had been so blissful in the wake of their rendezvous that guilt had not settled on her thoughts as it perhaps should have. But now, reminded of precisely whose home she had defiled, she was filled with shame and could only pray that Her Majesty didn’t know the scandalous truth.

Queen Charlotte strode to them directly and they stepped apart, inclining their heads as they bowed and curtsied deeply.

The Queen fixed her eyes on Benedict. “Mr. Bridgerton. So glad you could join us when I have seen you at so few of my events.” She pursed her lips. “Though, I’m sure you are busy with your work. My nephew Friedrich has commissioned you for his official portrait, has he not?”

A bit stunned, Benedict nodded. “Indeed he has, your Majesty. An honor that I gladly accepted.”

“Very good. I’ll wait for his assessment and then see if we cannot use another portraitist for my family.” Her eyes scanned him up and down, scrutinizing though he was not sure for what. With the quirk of a smile, she continued. “We are always looking for those with creativity and…discretion.”

Gobsmacked, Benedict’s face lit up as he bowed again. “Your Majesty.”

Before she departed, the Queen pivoted to Sophie with the same small, enigmatic smile. “A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

Sophie nearly stumbled in her rush to curtsy again, overwhelmed by the entire exchange. Rising, she saw the Queen was gone but Brimsley had lingered and was staring at her pointedly. With a quick gesture he motioned toward her neckline. To her horror, she looked down to see bruising teeth marks on her breast peeking just above her bodice. She scrambled to conceal it and looked back at the Queen’s Man, blushing crimson. She did not know whether to feel relief or mortification as he shot her a wry smile, winked, then turned and caught up to the Queen, five paces behind as always.

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