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Assistant: Title: Finding Happiness
        Author: GoodGirlWinnieFoster GoodGirlWinnieFoster 
        Chapter: 17/21 
        Summary: Simon Basset swore to his dying father that he would never marry and never sire an heir, but when fate places Penelope Featherington in his arms, he finds that he cannot say NO.  This long fic (190K and counting) is the story of how two people with their own hurts, ghosts, and traumas make the most of their circumstances and find happiness.The Bridgerton family is featured heavily with lots of domestic fluff and support for the new couple.  Simon and Anthony are as close as brothers and work through their father issues together, while Penelope has a sisterly relationship with all of the Bridgerton siblings.  Lady Danbury and Lady Violet guide and mentor their adopted children.This is a RARE PAIR story with FIVE characters marrying differently from their canon spouses.  Canon divergent from episode one.  It's a fun ride if you're down for the adventure.
        Contents: Chapter 17: Clyvedon Castle
    

    

        
          
          
            Simon and Penelope arrive at their new home, Clyvedon Castle, meet some of the staff, and set Pen settled in her room.
          
        

      
        
          Posted May 16, 2025
      
  

  
  
    
    “That is Clyvedon,” Simon said, pointing out the window to a structure in the distance.Penelope followed his direction, her jaw falling when she saw the imposing structure.  It was much larger than Aubrey Hall or any other home she had visited.  “It’s so big,” she replied, feeling silly that she described such an intimidating building in simple words.  She didn’t know how she could possibly be mistress of it.“And empty.”  Simon fidgeted with the closure of his bag, his own anxiety rising the closer they got to his childhood home.They sat in silence, both performing their self-soothing actions as the castle became bigger with each rotation of the carriage wheels.  At last, the vehicle stopped and the couple disembarked.  “Welcome home, Your Grace,” Miller said with a warm smile as he helped his mistress down.Simon took his wife’s arm and led her towards the front steps, where a cascade of servants stood at attention to greet them.  On the ground, the head coachman and head groomsman’s presence represented the complex hierarchy of staff hired to oversee the carriages and horses.  Next came the small army of senior maids, standing polished and proud in their black uniforms.  Half a dozen footmen stood beside them, a little further up the stairs according to their rank in the house.   The housekeeper and butler waited at the top of the stairs, surveying their underlings with a critical eye.Penelope faltered a bit, overwhelmed by the amount of staff she was expected to manage.  Her own family’s household had never included so many people and was now significantly reduced as their circumstances had changed.  The Bridgertons had a large staff, but even they didn’t have this many to her knowledge. “Welcome to your new home, Penelope,” Simon stated, forcing his words to sound more confident than he felt, thankful that he didn’t stutter in front of his servants.They ascended the stairs and stopped in front of the most senior staff.  “Lady Basset, this is our butler, Johnson, and our housekeeper, Mrs. Colson.”  Both servants had worked for the previous Duke of Hastings, but Simon wasn’t ready to replace them yet.  They had been kind to him as a child, and he hoped they would continue to serve him well.The entire company of staff bowed to her as one before the housekeeper took charge.  “We are pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Grace.  I have prepared an early supper for you on the terrace after I give you a tour of the grounds.”  Mrs. Colson spoke firmly, in a tone that implied she was used to being obeyed immediately.  Since the death of Simon’s mother nearly thirty years ago, she had been the practical mistress of the house and she wasn’t going to give up her authority easily.Simon recognized the panic in Penelope’s eyes, because it matched the feelings of his own heart.  “The duchess is tired from her journey and will be retiring to her rooms now.”  He didn’t wait for acknowledgment before guiding his wife into the castle.Penelope’s head swiveled around as she struggled to take in all of the sights around her.  From the towering ceilings to the exotic wood panels, artwork, tapestries, statues, and more, her eyes could hardly process all the splendor.  She immediately noticed the massive vases of yellow roses on either side of the front door and the scattering of smaller bouquets around the entryway.  The housekeeper’s mouth sounded hospitable, but her flowers sent a different message.“Please let our staff know how they can serve you,” Simon reminded Pen while leading her up a second set of stairs.  “They are yours to command.”Mrs. Colson emitted a choking cough from behind the couple, which was ignored.“We can do your tour of the castle tomorrow or whenever you are ready,” Simon reassured his wife.  “There is no rush to do it today.”“Thank you.  It will be nice to settle in before becoming overwhelmed again.”“These are your rooms,” the duke announced after a significant walk, opening the door to a private sitting room.  “I had the staff fill this room with everything I thought you might want here, but you must tell me if there is anything more you require.”  He smiled at her warmly and motioned for her to explore the space.Penelope wandered into the room, noting the empty bookshelves, comfortable spots for reading, and small table and chairs for meals.  A writing desk waited to be explored on one wall, and she walked over to it.  She was surprised to find it already stocked with paper, ink, pen knives, feathers, sand, blotters, and more.“I did not know if you had a favorite feather for writing.  I asked them to supply you with several options, so hopefully you will find what you like.”  Simon sounded a bit nervous about presenting all the little details to her.  It wasn’t that he expected her to be picky or mean-spirited.  He just wanted it to be a perfect reflection of her desires.  He wanted her to feel at home here.“I have never had a choice of feathers, so I am quite looking forward to trying each one and deciding which one I favor.”  She sounded sweet and excited, even if it was forced and a bit fake.“When you find a favorite, we will obtain more of them.  You need not ever be lacking again.”  He felt rather silly dithering about feathers and pens, so he motioned to the bookshelves, reigning himself back to stoicism.  “I thought you might like to keep your personal collection of books in here as well.  I was not sure how many tomes you have, so please let me know if you need more shelves.  Of course, you will also have pen money for your own purchases and may use it for books if you would like to order some.  You can send a footman or plan a shopping day to obtain them yourself.”Simon’s kindness and generosity both pinched at Penelope’s heart and warmed it at the same time.  It was obvious that he had thought about how to accommodate and provide for her based on even the small amount of knowledge he had of her interests and hobbies.  It was both sweet and intimidating at the same time.  She wondered what sort of payment he would expect for all his gifts.“This is too much, Your Grace,” she said, hanging her head.“Nonsense, Penelope.”  His fingers itched to reach for her chin and lift it up, but he worried how she would react to his touch.  He only wanted to encourage and tease her, maybe coax a smile out of his depressed bride, nothing too intimate.  Instead, he changed the subject.  “Come, allow me to show you the rest of your rooms.”She followed him through a door and into a large room.  Cedar wardrobes stood along one wall, waiting to be filled with her garments.  On the opposite wall, near the window was a marble-topped dressing table with a mirror.  Everything looked to be the highest quality.“This is your dressing room.  I hope it is outfitted to your satisfaction?”“It’s bigger than my bedroom at home!” she exclaimed, and then corrected herself awkwardly.  “I mean, at Featherington House.”“Through that door-” he pointed- “is your private retiring room.”She blushed at the thought of him showing her that space.  It was where the most private of moments happened, toileting and bathing.He cleared his throat, clearly a bit embarrassed himself.  “Well, then, shall we continue?”  He led her across the room and through the next door.She froze and stared at the bed, her heart pounding as her breathing sped up.  It had a yellow blanket on it, but the color wasn’t nearly as offensive as what it represented.  She wondered if this was the marital bed that Lady Bridgerton told her about or if such an intimidating place was in a different room.Simon watched her with compassionate and worried eyes.  “Are you upset about the yellow accents?  I asked my staff to put them in your room, because I assumed it was your favorite color.  Now that I know you prefer different colors, I can order them removed.”It took Penelope a few tries before she found her voice.  “No,” she croaked faintly.  “No, I like the yellow.  It is cheerful.”  Fear compelled her to be extra agreeable.  Any moment, Simon would overpower her, however if she could keep him in a good mood, maybe he wouldn’t be brutal to her.  He hadn’t attempted to consummate their marriage in the inn, but now that they were home, there was no reason for him not to do it.  She forced herself to smile.  “It is a lovely room, Your Grace.  Thank you.”He waited a few more minutes and studied her reaction to the room.  Something was bothering her.  “Penelope.”  She jumped.  “This is your bed, where you will sleep alone.”  He hoped she understood his message.  “You are safe here.  My bedroom is through that door, with my private rooms arranged in the opposite order as your own.  You may knock if you need access to me during the night.  Of course, Ruby will also be available to you at all times.  Her bedroom is on the other side of your sitting room.  This cord-” he indicated the one he meant- “calls directly to her room should you need anything during the night.”“Thank you, Your Grace,” she whispered demurely.He wanted to remind her to call him by his name, but he didn’t want her to think he was scolding her.  It was clear from her body language that she was quite uncomfortable and nervous.  He turned his attention to the housekeeper.“Mrs. Colson, please have the footmen bring up Lady Basset’s trunks and instruct the maids to assist Ruby in unpacking them, prioritizing the things she will need this evening.”“Yes, Your Grace.  Would you like your own thing unpacked as well?”“My valet, Miller, will see to my belongings.  Dinner is to be served in my private sitting room tonight.”  He stopped his list of orders and looked to his wife.  “Is that alright with you, Penelope, or would you prefer we dine formally?”“Privately, please.”“While we are dining, prepare a bath for Lady Basset in her room.  Do you have a scent you prefer?”  He gave her a small smile, as he waited for her to answer.“I have never had scent in my bath.”  She bit her lip anxiously, feeling inadequate to be mistress of this imposing house.“Something for sleep, perhaps?”The housekeeper’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as she didn’t expect slumber to be the priority that night.  “Lavender is my recommendation, Your Grace.”  Overseeing the filling of baths wasn’t in her list of duties, but she wasn’t going to correct the duke.“Does that sound pleasant to you, Penelope?”“Yes, thank you.”“You are dismissed, Mrs. Colson.”  He nodded to her as she curtsied and left them alone.  “I know this has been a difficult few days, but I hope you feel at home here soon.”She looked around the room and thought about all he had prepared for her.  How could she not feel welcome?  He had built her the perfect gilded cage, exactly furnished to her preferences.<><><><><>NOTES- learn more about Regency household staff in this blog series by author Sharon Lathan- In this universe, yellow roses mean disdain'
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