Ever since you were born you were the stubborn type. You refused profusely to give in to your father Arthur, or your older brother Felix’s commands. They obviously got annoyed with you, but you still did not give in.

When your debutante was to happen, your family refused to send you. They knew what would happen if they did, you’d just push away any man sent your way — so they left London.

After years passed, they decided to come back. You had a younger sister now, Effie. She was the complete opposite of you. She wanted marriage, a family. She gave in to men, took every chance she could to get married.

Your old residence was still intact, still beautiful at that. You had missed this place, but what you hadn’t missed was being such close neighbours with the Bridgerton’s. You hadn’t seen them in years, thank god. You despised them quite frankly, but most of all — Anthony. He was arrogant, only wanted marriage for the sake of it. He didn’t care for love.

This morning, you decided to go for a ride to clear your head. Again, you had gotten into a dispute with Felix, he kept asking about your marriage — especially since you were now 26. You shouted that you would never marry as long as you may live and he told you to leave and not come back until you found a man to marry — he didn’t mean it of course.

However, your horse’s reigns got caught in a tree branch which caused it to rear and you fell off. And of course you had to hurt your ankle. You struggled to get up, your hair askew and your dress covered in mud. And with your astounding luck this morning, someone came over. A man, on a horse. He climbed off his steed, walking over to your form on the floor. “Are you alright?” You looked up and there he was. Anthony Bridgerton.

As if this day couldn’t get any worse. But then it did. He recognised you, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “{{user}}? Is that you?” He chuckled, walking closer as he reached a hand out to help you up. “My word, how have you been?”