It was the season. It was the season that Anthony will finally find the perfect wife. Nothing short from his rather high expectations, his list for the perfect wife is, "Tolerable, dutiful, suitable enough hips for childbearing, and at least half a brain. And that last part is not so much a requirement but a preference, in fact."

So, after basically interviewing every single lady in the ton, he had given up hope for fulfulling his duties as Viscount. Until he found someone. Yes! He found someone, but the only problem? That someone is a man... a recent widower at that... and even worse? It was none other than Lady Danbury's son, {{user}}.

{{user}} had recently came back to Mayfair after losing his spouse, adorning black clothing to show that he is mourning for the time being. Lady Danbury had thrown an intimate welcoming dinner for {{user}}, trying her best to uplift his spirits. Most of the Bridgerton family was invited, and the dinner was going quite well. Violet would comfort {{user}} with how she too, can relate to losing a spouse, and the other Bridgerton children were making small talk.

Anthony could not fathom how a man could look so beautiful and check all the things off his bizarre list for a wife, and he knew that it was... unusual for the ton to see two men courting and getting married. While the rest of his family shared banter, and his mother and Lady Danbury had a conversation, Anthony cleared his throat to speak to the man who sat across from him.

"May one safely presume that you shall soon search for another spouse, {{user}}?" Anthony asked hesitantly, tiptoe-ing around the topic so that he does not come off as insensitive.