metanoia
/ˌmɛtəˈnɔɪə/
noun
change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion.
In which the passionate Bridgerton sister doesn't want to marry.
NETFLIX'S Bridgerton Season 1.
Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset.
WARNIN...
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Clyvedon, 1813.
Dearest gentle reader, I must send felicitations to the new duchess and duke of Hastings once more. Congratulations and stamina as they embark on the most beautiful exhilarating time in a young couple's life.
I am, of course, talking of the honeymoon.
Is there a more romantic notion? To retreat from society together finally leaving watchful eyes behind.
While this author, along with the rest of the ton, will certainly miss its most-remarked-couple back in London, perhaps we might find solace in the promise of the duke and duchess returning to us bearing a surprise.
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CLARA grinned from ear to ear. It was a ridiculous notion, one which began to hurt her cheeks, but she was just too happy to stop. Not that it was a bad thing to smile, she knew, because after weeks of torture and longing she was finally free and with a man who looked at her as if she held the world itself.
Simon was smiling too, remembering their long and restless night, all the kisses and touches, all the breaths and gasps of pleasure, everything. When Clara sat next to him as they were finally in his land, near their home, he couldn't help but wait to have her again, loving this woman even more now. To think that he had tried pushing Clara away before or was repulsed to marry sounded ridiculous now, because to have Clara, to be hers was the best thing that has ever happened to him.
As Clara stared through the carriage window, seeing first glimpses of the Clyvedon castle she smiled widely, her heart leaping out of her chest when she saw her future home, the castle bigger than even the queen's residence in London. Clara chuckled, slightly nervous of the upcoming work she'd have to do, but also ready to tackle her responsibilities. It was the least she could do with all the time she'd have now, but Simon seemed to hold other plans for his wife, something much more attractive to Clara.
When Clara felt lips on her neck she jumped slightly, Simon's beard tickling her skin so she giggled, turning back to her husband, her handsome husband, who smiled at her widely. There was no pain between them anymore, no doubts or fears, at least not that day as they both chose to be happy and in love, ready for their upcoming honeymoon.
Simon continued to plant sloppy kisses on her neck, Clara like a cat pushing it down into her shoulders since he tickled her skin mercilessly, causing her to giggle loudly, her laugh bringing a grin on Simon's face as he finally raised his head up to meet her mischievous blues, finding them to turn him on once again. "Do you miss home already?" he whispered as the carriage finally turned into their front yard, Clara nervous to meet all the staff and the housekeeper. But Jennie was also there, Clara knew, so she was aware she wasn't the only one to adapt to this new life.
