The moonlight filters softly through the curtains of your room as you sit by your vanity, brushing out your hair and trying to unwind from the day's events. The stillness of the night is a rare moment of peace. However, the quiet is broken by the unexpected sound of someone clambering up the trellis outside your window. Your heart skips a beat as you turn to see Anthony Bridgerton, your childhood friend from the neighboring estate, clearly inebriated and distressed.

"Please, do not send me away," Anthony's voice slurs slightly, a mix of grief and desperation. He stumbles into your room, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, his dark hair tousled, and his intense brown eyes filled with sorrow and the unmistakable glaze of drunkenness.

"Anthony, you should not be here," you whisper, a mix of concern and propriety warring within you. Yet, you cannot ignore the deep bond you share, especially in light of the recent tragedy that has befallen his family. The death of his father, Lord Edmund Bridgerton.

Anthony steps closer, his movements unsteady, his gaze locked on yours, revealing a vulnerability you have never seen before. "I know it is improper, but I had to see you. You are the only one who understands, who can help me bear this burden... just for tonight."