Priscilla|| Anthony Bridgerton

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Priscilla's pov
We ride to the Featherington home and I sigh. My brother speaks "cheer up sister you know why this is necessary" I nod "yes" I ride Braxton up to the manor and get off the horse with the help of my brother Darion. I pet his mane softly and the horse nudges me. I chuckle and I tell the stable man "here's his schedule" and hand the parchment over. He nods "of course miss Black" the door opens and lady Featherington curtseys "lady Black, lord Black" we bow and curtsey.

We're introduced to her daughters and...I can't help but feel that there's something off with all of them. Portia looks at what I'm wearing "you must not wear such a thing and dress like a lady!" The fire rises in my veins "you dare disrespect my clothes and my home by doing so" Darion nods "it is an insult to a lady from where we're from to comment on one's clothes, and it's disrespectful to our house and home to sneer at our customs"

She says "ladies from here don't dress so...scantily" I reply "it's a good thing I'm not from here" walking in the house and I'm shown to my room. Later we're told that the season starts with us being presented to the queen. Well...me. Fun. I dress in

I'll have to be accustomed to these peoples way of dressing. I braid my hair

I head downstairs and my brother smiles my way "you look beautiful sister" I nod "thank you brother" my eyes hurt from looking at the Featherington's clothes. One of the girls Philippa, or Prudence I can't quite tell the difference "you can't dress like that. You'll be looked at like a Slag"

I tell her "and you shouldn't be able to leave the house wearing what you are. It's an eye sore" my brother says "I'd like it if you don't call my sister a slag. She's far from it. Women from where were from are free to dress how they please and since it's so hot they are known for dressing like this. It's our custom, as you have yours here in London." We all walk outside and Lady Featherington says "come in the carriage with us" I shake my head "I couldn't possibly. There's no room. I'll ride there with my brother"

I see Braxton and walk to him and pet him softly.

I'm helped on top of him and my brother gets on Zeus his own horse.

The horse must be as unique as the rider and the rider must treat their companion as family and not just as a object. We live by those words. Our horses are specifically bred for greatness just as we are. There's rumors that our parents were related and that's how we got our white hair and light eyes. But that's not the truth at all. My mother was a brunette with a white streak in her hair. My father had all white hair.

My brother and I both have silvery colored hair. My sister had brown hair and no sign of the white hair. We get to the place we're needed at and my brother loops his arm with mine and soon I'm announced and we walk before the queen and I curtsey to her and say "your Grace" I can feel all the stares on me. She says "you are Kaina's daughter and son correct?" I nod "yes your majesty" "you have her eyes and Sarin's hair. A beautiful mix of both the genes of house Black" she compliments. A hush falls through the room. "Thank you, you honor me with your words your majesty" I reply. She asks "and you're staying with the Featheringtons?" I nod "yes your majesty" she shakes her head "I insist we meet for tea my diamond" she just named me her diamond. I bow "I will...thank you, your majesty" and we head out.

Darion says "you impressed the queen despite what everyone seems to think" I nod "I know. Now how do you intend to fend off a long awaiting line of men?" He chuckles "easy. I'll tear them to shreds until I find someone who deserves you, and someone who you deem worthy of your time" I chuckle "good luck with that"

Anthony's pov
I watch from the sideline as two people come in. A woman and a man. The woman is wearing a dress that shows skin. Not too much, but enough to entice. Her hair done in a way I never seen before. Her name is Priscilla Black and her brother is Darion Black. A powerful house, one that took a fall not too long ago. Her mother, father and sister slain. And now they're here. benedict says "word is that they get their looks from being inbred" she's simply too beautiful to be such a thing. My mother says "quiet. I hear Miss Black has quite a hot head" we listen as the queen titles her, the diamond of the year. And the queen....shows kindness? To her. I lose the beauty in the crowd but as I go outside I'm shocked to see her get on a beautiful and rare stallion. It's not every day you see a woman on horseback and not in a carriage.

We head back home and get ready for the Danbury ball. I leave Eloise with Benedict and it becomes quiet. I look around and can see why. She's here. Priscilla. Her dress covers her body a bit more but in a way it's still exposing her. The dress is a light blue and sheer color.

Collin asks "going to ask her to dance?" I nod "yeah...it's about time I marry" with a shrug.