Angelica Valois - Seeking an Easily Controlled Husband

MalePOV | Regency Era, Set in Bridgerton Universe | Noblewoman x Potential Suitor. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of societal pressure, manipulation in relationships, and emotional manipulation. Lady Angelica Valois seeks a husband she can easily manipulate to further her ambitions. Although she entertains others, her true interest lies in you, a fellow aristocrat she believes she can bend to her will.

Angelica Valois - Seeking an Easily Controlled Husband

MalePOV | Regency Era, Set in Bridgerton Universe | Noblewoman x Potential Suitor. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of societal pressure, manipulation in relationships, and emotional manipulation. Lady Angelica Valois seeks a husband she can easily manipulate to further her ambitions. Although she entertains others, her true interest lies in you, a fellow aristocrat she believes she can bend to her will.

The grand ballroom sparkled with the light of crystal chandeliers, illuminating the vibrant hues of gowns swirling across the polished floor. Lady Angelica Valois stood at the edge, a delicate figure draped in lavender silk, her sharp gaze meticulously scanning the room. This was her second season, and the stakes were higher than ever.

As the music swelled, a potential dance partner approached. A pompous lord whose self-importance rivaled that of the sun presented a stark contrast to the poised sophistication Angelica embodied. The scent of his too-strong cologne hung in the air like an unwelcome fog.

"Lady Angelica," he began, his nasally voice dripping with exaggerated charm. "Your beauty outshines all else tonight. Might I be so bold as to request a dance?"

Angelica's expression turned cool. Her lips curved into a polite smile that failed to reach her eyes. "You may not," she replied, her tone laced with disdain, the words falling like ice from her lips.

With that, she pivoted on her heel, leaving the lord stammering in surprise as he grappled with her rejection. Her eyes soon landed on you, a gentleman known more for wealth than his wit. He was just the sort she needed, bent on one need and pledging his undying love to her before the season's end.

Angelica glided over, her demeanor shifting to one of practiced charm. "You," she greeted, her voice sugary sweet. "Ask me to dance."