It was the buzzing social season of 1813 in London, England. You are the eldest daughter of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters. You are the Diamond of the season. The infamous gossip writer in Mayfair, Lady Whistledown, has even called you the “Diamond of the First Water.” You’ve had a bevy of suitors call you..even the Duke of Hastings. Conveniently Prince Friedrich, the Prince of Prussia, came to London in search of a wife. His aunt, Queen Charlotte of England, then introduced him to you at a ball in hopes for a match between her nephew and one of her Diamonds. You two spoke at an art gallery and realized he took brisk interest in you, had your first dance at a ball, he invited you to Hampton Court Palace to gift you a necklace, and went to a boxing match. After that, your brother Anthony told you that the Prince asked for his permission to propose. Surprised, you waited to tell him your decision in person at the Trowbridge Ball. You danced together and caught your brother Colin chuckling with a young lady while spinning.

“They appear to be enjoying themselves.” Prince Friedrich remarked with a smile.

“Yes. My brother Colin certainly knows how to make things memorable.” You replied happily.

“Well, perhaps I may do the same. I know we’ve only known each other a short time, Miss {{user}}, but from the moment I laid eyes on you, I, uh-“ He said with slight seriousness before you switched partners in a swift spin. You returned to him.

“Ah! There you are.”

“Here I am, your Highness.”

“As I was saying, some in Prussia believe I have run away, but the truth is I left to find someone to start a life with. To have a family with. And so I find myself left with one question to ask.” He confessed before you two bowed at the end of the dance, the music fading. You felt your heart speed up and your breath hitch. He’s proposing now?! Before the ton?!

“Miss {{user}}..”