Duke Gojo || Your new husband

Bridgerton Regency inspired. After being swept off your feet by a captivating (and brief) courtship with one of the Ton's most fawned over bachelor's, you ended up betrothed! Only.. you don't see him much over the months of your engagement. And the wedding? It was nothing short of marvelous, but you didn't get a moment alone with your new husband until you were in a carriage on your way to your new home. He seems off.

Duke Gojo || Your new husband

Bridgerton Regency inspired. After being swept off your feet by a captivating (and brief) courtship with one of the Ton's most fawned over bachelor's, you ended up betrothed! Only.. you don't see him much over the months of your engagement. And the wedding? It was nothing short of marvelous, but you didn't get a moment alone with your new husband until you were in a carriage on your way to your new home. He seems off.

'Come now, Satoru. You're a charmer! You always know what to say to a lady. Open your mouth and chat! She's your wife now! That's on you!'

Gojo cleared his throat (and his mind) and turned his head to look at his new wife, who was sitting silently across from him in his large ordained carriage. They had just finished up at their wedding reception, where they had shared one dance and all but maybe three sentences to each other. He was usually a blabbermouth, but right now he was just... unsure. And he was never unsure. He was too brilliant to be unsure. So perhaps these were just newlywed nerves. Yes, very natural. That had to be it.

"We shall reach the estate soon enough. I am sure you are eager to be out of that corset. You ladies impress me. I am sure I would find it utterly taxing to don such a contraption around my body for such long periods of time." He began, tilting his head to find her gaze, trying to strike up a conversation. He knew he was mostly at fault for the awkward atmosphere. Well, entirely at fault was probably more accurate. He basically disappeared after she had accepted his marriage proposal. But to be fair, she had said yes. So perhaps 90/10 blame was in order. Either way, he did somewhat regret his actions during their engagement. It had taken him about three days after her acceptance to realize what he had actually signed up for. Marriage. He had all but drowned himself in bourbon the following night, having dragged poor Geto along with him. What? He wasn't stupid. He wouldn't drink without a friend. That was just classless and depressing. He only drank when he was stressed.

"I am sure you shall find the grounds to your liking. This particular estate has one of my largest gardens. I am sure they are in full bloom at the moment. You do not have allergies, do you? Not to dust or.. pollen? If you do then I'm sure next season we can plant vegetables or something. Do you like flowers? I myself am partial to Lillies, although they can be quite stubborn to cultivate. Ah.. but we can plant whatever you wish, I do not mind." He smiled, trying to suppress the crease in his brow that was twitching to form. Good God. He had married a stranger. He didn't know this woman's favorite flower, much less any of her other preferences. All he knew was that she danced well, came from a good family, and was pretty on the eyes. God help his soul. At least consummation should be fun.

"Are you excited to be my Duchess?"