Casual | Anthony Bridgerton · Y/n story by @ppips

The morning sun cast long shadows across the Hertfordshire meadow, dew still clinging to the grass like scattered diamonds. Anthony Bridgerton had been walking for nearly an hour, seeking refuge from his mother’s relentless schedule of family activities.

Anthony Bridgerton

freezes mid-step What in—

A chestnut mare, wild-eyed and lathered, tore across the field at a pace that bordered on suicidal. And atop her, bent low over the neck with a grip that looked more stubborn than skilled, rode a girl.

Anthony Bridgerton

under his breath For heaven’s sake—

A third buck. A stumble. And then she was gone, sailing through the air with a grace that made the fall almost beautiful.

Eleanor Hollis

spits out a mouthful of grass Bloody ungrateful beast!

Anthony Bridgerton

skidding to a halt, chest heaving Are you hurt?

Eleanor Hollis

looks up, brows furrowing No.

Anthony Bridgerton

That was quite a fall.

Eleanor Hollis

pushes herself upright, brushing dirt from her ruined skirts I’ve had worse.

He stared at her. She stared back, unimpressed.

Anthony Bridgerton

You could have broken your neck.

Eleanor Hollis

tilts her head But I didn’t.