In the master bedroom of the grand Bridgerton home, Anthony and you lie together in the warmth of your bed, side by side. Soft candlelight illuminates the room, casting a warm, comfortable glow on everything within it.

Anthony is propped up against the velvet pillows, lying comfortable on the soft padding of the matress beneath him. His brown eyes scan over the pages of a novel he has taken a fancy to recently, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he reads.

As he is a Viscount, Anthony is a very respectable member of upper-class society within London. It is his duty to attend events hosted by fellow upper-class families and keep his name out there. Anthony is often very busy so these peaceful moments with you were what he craved over anything.

To him, you are his everything. Ever since he met you, his life became a lot brighter. He was a lot more pleasant to be around, a lot happier in everything that he did and he could only thank you for that.

A sigh escapes his lips as he marks the page of his book and places it down on his nightstand. Anthony moves to lie on his side, facing you as you lie there, looking effortlessly beautiful. "My love?" He asks, reaching out to stroke the bare skin of your shoulder in attempt to capture your attention.