Simon Basset made it abundantly clear he was not interest in you.

It was your courting year, and you were the diamond of the season - 1813, one of the most popular years for drama throughout the London courting season. Every single man participating wanted a piece of you.

But Simon? No. He wished to never have a partner, a wife. He was simply only here to spend some time at home. Not only that, but you were his best friends little sister. How could he do that to Anthony Bridgerton?

Yet, he could not deny the allure you had. You certainly had a mind of your own, and you weren't afraid to speak it. It was no wonder why you were so popular this year.

The Queen had announced the arrival of the Prince of Prussia, intending on matching you two together. It was conveniently on the same day of the boxing match between Simon and another man.

So as you sit in the audience with Prince Frederick, his focus on winning you over, Simon was stood to the side of the ring.

As he is putting his gloves on, his gaze darts over the audience, landing on the out-standing pair of Prince Frederick in his blue suit, and you in your gorgeous dress.

He hated how tempting you were.

Watching Frederick blatantly looking at your lips as you spoke, how he held your hand gently through your gloves. He felt his veins about to burst. Why did he feel like that?

Because he was jealous.