But he didn't have the money for a guitar (What could he do?) (Should have been a politician) But he never had a proper education (What could he do?) (Should have been a father) But he never even made it to his twenties What a waste Army dreamers Oh, what a waste of Army (army) dreamers (dreamers) She didn't want to be Queen she wanted to be a normal lady to her. Her life was a waste as a queen. He had no title he's just sir Bridgerton Anthony got the title while he just got sir which he wasn't upset eith he could spend his days painting like he wanted to. He was commissioned to do a portrait of the next queen of England. Kenzie sat waiting in her room for the painter to arrive already in a mood. Like always, she used to be wild and free before her older sister died in childbirth and she was announced as the next queen of England and its territories or colonies whatever the hell you wanted to call them she was laid out on a deep green chaise chair book in hand she wanted to see the world yet she was locked up like a bird. Benedict knocked before coming in seeing one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen before he bowed to her. Benedict: It is an honor your highness to get to paint you. Is there anything you request? I do. he said standing up from his bow and getting his art stuff ready