Anthony Harrington

    Anthony Harrington

    Lord Anthony Harrington | Regency Romance | OC

    Anthony Harrington
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    The morning sunlight filtering through the leafy canopies was only making his headache worse, the verdant and serene scene of the garden seemed to make a mockery of the unruly racking in his skull. A stray peacock squawked, its cry amplifying the pounding and Anthony winced, clutching his forehead.

    How had he allowed himself to succumb to such nonsense? The laughter and clinking of glasses of the card game last night echoed in his mind. The previous night's revelries clung to him like an unwanted companion, reminding Anthony that he was only suffering the consequences of his own actions.

    No matter how much he wished to pin the blame on his oldest friend, Ian.

    "Note to self: less brandy at the Duke's soirées," he mumbled under his breath, his steps unsteady on the cobblestone path and passed the marble fountain. As he turned a corner, a sudden collision sent him reeling backwards.

    "Apologies," Anthony exclaimed in a hoarse voice, blinking away the haze of his hangover to focus on the figure before him. Anthony registered a blur of colours and shapes, his senses still mired in the aftermath of excess.

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