Hi, this is a blog dedicated to Siena Rosso from Bridgerton.
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For the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week, Day Seven Prompt: Free Space
AU with Aristocrat!Siena Rosso and Opera Singer!Anthony Bridgerton
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Donna Siena Rosso leaned over the balcony from the box.
The house lights dimmed and applause enwrapped the entire theatre. Another night in Covent Garden. Regular and reliable like clockwork.
Beside Siena, her younger sister Maria leaned closer and said, “Oh, I do so love this one! It’s wonderful. It really is my favourite.”
“Yes,” Siena whispered. “It’s such an amusing -”
But Siena didn’t get to finish her sentence because the orchestra struck up from the pit below.
Maria was right. Rosina was wonderful. Ever since she had first seen it performed seven years ago, Siena had adored its comedic story.
She let herself get swept away in the music. When, a few songs in, the most handsome man she had ever seen caught her eye. He was a tenor and with his dark hair and brown eyes, he was simply delicious. Siena could hardly keep her gaze from him for the rest of the performance.
When the final curtain fell and the last round of applause reverberated around the theatre, Siena made a choice. Some might call it wild and reckless. But she was a woman who knew what she wanted.
She turned to Maria. “I have something I need to attend to here. Tell Papa and Mama I had to retire early to my room due to a megrim, if anyone should ask you.”
Maria raised an eyebrow. “Pray tell sister, what is it you are doing?”
“The tenor. Wasn’t he dashing? I simply must find him. And tell him how much I appreciate him.”
“Well, on your own head be it.” Maria rolled her eyes and shook her head in exasperated affection.
Siena darted out of the box and hurried off to what she had heard on the rumour mill was the way to the backstage area. Surely if she looked hard enough, she would find the man of the evening.
Her long-suffering maid followed behind, calling, “My lady, my lady, what are you doing?”
Siena turned around for a moment. “I simply must speak with that tenor. Oh, wasn’t he worthy of a dream!”
Before the maid had a chance to reply, Siena was on the move again. She turned first to the left and then to the right and in short order she found herself standing in front of a row of identical cream doors. A couple of them were ajar.
The maid followed every step of her mistress closely. She wasn’t about to let her out of her sight. Donna Siena could be rather reckless at times.
Siena poked her head round one door, but all that was behind it was an empty dressing room.
The next door proved the winner. For there he was. The most dashing tenor. He was standing in front of his dressing table, supping on a glass of what looked like water.
Siena knocked on the slightly open door.
“My lady, I really must advise you,” the maid hissed in Siena’s ear. But before she got a chance to finish her thought, a voice came from inside the dressing room.
“Who is it?” the tenor called.
“A great admirer of your work,” Siena said.
He turned around to face her. His eyes widened at the sight before him. He made his way to the door, so that their faces were mere inches apart. “You shouldn’t be here, my lady,” he said under his breath.
“Whyever not?” Siena asked. She was two-and-twenty years of age now and more than old enough to make her own decisions.
He counted off one with his index finger. “For one, you are not part of this performing company.”
“And?”
“And, two. You are very obviously a lady or some such. Would not your father or your brothers be concerned about your whereabouts?”
“You are correct on all counts.”
The man sighed and ran a hand across the back of his own neck. “Then it is in both our interests for you to leave.”
Siena laughed. “I think not, sir!”
“Well, it is in the interests of propriety that you leave,” the man said.
“That may be so. But I have never paid the interests of propriety much attention.”
“My lady!” the man exclaimed with a mix of intrigue and outrage.
“Besides,” she added, “My maid is next to me, so I am not without a chaperone.”
The man opened the door wider and peeped his head round Siena. He could see her maid standing in the corridor, hands clasped and with a sour expression on her face.
A glimmer appeared in his eyes. “That is a relief, my lady. Pray tell, what is your name?”
“Donna Siena Rosso. And you, sir?”
“Anthony Bridgerton.”
“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Bridgerton.”
“I do believe the pleasure is all mine, my lady.” Anthony took Siena’s hand between his own, brought it to his lips and placed a kiss atop it.
Siena felt all aflutter. So many gentlemen of the ton had kissed her hand before, but none had made her feel like this.
She regarded the man before her closely. He was so unlike the gentlemen of the ton whom she had met on the marriage mart. She wanted to know everything about him. “Sir, is Anthony Bridgerton your real name or is it a stage name?”
“It’s real. I’m named after my grandfather, the Reverend Anthony Bridgerton.”
Her eyebrows raised. “The reverend? How does the grandson of a reverend end up on the stage?"
“My whole family are musical. My father is in the church and there was talk of me joining too. But I’m passionate about performing. And besides, I can make more money on the stage in London than I ever could ecclesiastically. Father wouldn’t have it at first, but I won him around in the end."
“It is most fortunate, sir, that you have excellent powers of persuasion then. Or else we would all have been deprived of your most exemplary talents,” Siena said.
“Thank you, my lady.” He placed another kiss atop her hand. “And how does a donna find herself in London tonight?”
“I’ve been here most of my life. My family came over from Naples when I was a child.”
“To get away from Boney?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Well, I am sorry for your family’s troubles. But I must say, I am very glad to see you here tonight, my lady.” His voice was as smooth as silk.
“Thank you,” she laughed.
Somewhere behind Siena, there was a loud cough followed by the familiar tones of her maid. “My lady, it is getting rather late. Shan’t your parents be worried?”
Siena gave an internal huff of annoyance. If only she were a man. She could cavort with however many opera singers she wanted, at any time of the day or night. But because she was a daughter of the ton, she had to consider her reputation. And, for all her bravado earlier tonight, she couldn’t risk it.
Anthony looked at her with a glimmer of promise in his eyes. “Your maid is correct, my lady. It is getting late. Pray, where should I go to find you again?”
“Rudminster House on Berkeley Square.”
“Then I very much look forward to seeing you again, Donna Rosso.” He placed a parting kiss on her hand and then bowed.
“You too, Mr Bridgerton.”
Siena turned away and walked down the corridor, her maid following closely on her heels. Although tonight had not ended exactly the way Siena had fantasised, it still held the promise of being the beginning of even more.
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You can find all the posts under the tag #sienarossoweek26
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Fandom: Bridgerton
Characters: Siena Rosso, Edwina Sharma
Pairing: Siena/Edwina
Rating: T
Words: 852
Summary: Siena and Edwina are enjoying a bottle of wine together.
A/N: For Siena Week 2026 - Day 3: "Drunken Confessions"
-> You can also read it on AO3
“I love you!”
Siena almost dropped her glass of wine as she stared at Edwina with wide eyes. Had she heard that right? Possibly. But was that merely the wine talking? Perhaps.
Edwina was indeed quite drunk. Which had not necessarily been Siena’s intention. She had merely wished to enjoy a nice evening with her, sharing a bottle of wine in her living room. And maybe she had also hoped that the wine might help Edwina relax a little. She always seemed quite flustered around Siena. But apparently, Edwina was not used to drinking.
Slowly, the realisation of her own words began to appear on Edwina’s face. Then, there was shock—until eventually, she stared into her lap, flustered again, as she muttered, “I … I wanted to say that I wish to kiss you.” She bit her lips as Siena watched her curiously—amused and bewildered at the same time. “Which might be even worse, so … let’s stay with I love you…”
Carefully, Edwina glanced up at her again. A smile formed on Siena’s lips.
It was hardly a revelation. Siena had been quite aware of Edwina’s affection since the first time they had met. She was not very good at hiding it. And well … a part of Siena had perhaps quite enjoyed the thought of it; had perhaps been hoping for something like this to happen tonight.
“Well … if you want to kiss me, then kiss me.”
Edwina’s eyes widened. “Truly?”
Siena bit her lip as she chuckled, “Yes.”
Edwina continued staring at her, as if unable to comprehend her words. Then, without looking away, she slowly put her glass down and stood up.
Immediately, she began staggering to the side and Siena jumped out of her seat, catching her in time.
“Or perhaps it’s time to go to sleep,” Siena replied, suppressing a chuckle.
“That might be a good idea,” Edwina muttered with a faint smile.
So no kiss tonight. But perhaps tomorrow—if Edwina remembered anything about this evening.
Siena then helped her to the guestroom, but left again to grant her privacy to undress. She returned to the living room, collecting the glasses. But just as she arrived inside the kitchen to clean them, Edwina suddenly called, “Can you help me?”
Siena put down the glasses and hurried towards the room.
Edwina’s back was turned to her. She had successfully removed her dress—yet struggled to unlace her corset.
Naturally. Ladies’ corsets were laced at the back. They had maids to dress them, after all. But tonight, there was only Siena.
Edwina’s arms were behind her back, trying to open her corset as she mumbled, “I can’t get out of my clothes. Could you…?”
She trailed off as she faced her with raised brows.
Siena gave her a smile. “Of course.”
Edwina turned around again as Siena stepped behind her and carefully began to open her corset. Her fingers worked their way down as her eyes were glued to the nape of her neck—to the soft skin that was glistening in the warm candlelight. She could let her fingers linger there for a moment. Or perhaps, she could even plant a quick kiss.
Siena inhaled sharply, looking down as she finished untying Edwina’s corset. Not tonight.
Successfully, Siena had opened the corset and put it aside. Edwina turned around then—merely wearing her chemise with her thick hair falling into her face as a tender smile graced her lips.
“Thank you.”
Again, Siena’s eyes shot to her feet. “Good night,” she muttered plainly before turning around to leave.
“Could you stay?”
Siena halted in her steps. Then, she took a deep breath, turning around again as she raised her brows in confusion.
Edwina bit her lips. “I … everything is spinning,” she muttered, her voice weary. “I don’t know how to fall asleep.”
But my presence will help you?
Siena did not reply that, however. Instead, she merely said, “Of course.”
So as Edwina slipped under the blanket, Siena began to remove her own dress and shoes and corset. The heat rushed into her face as she could feel Edwina’s gaze on her. Which was silly. Edwina was the flustered one. Not her.
Trying to hide it, Siena quickly extinguished the candle and then joined her inside the bed.
They were facing each other. It was dark now, but the faint moonlight helped Siena notice a small smile on Edwina’s lips—and also the fact that they were incredibly close now.
Edwina might have realised that as well, as she bit her lip, flustered again.
But then, Siena could feel how she leaned closer; could feel her warm breath on her skin; could feel a strand of hair tickle her nose.
Until suddenly, her soft lips touched hers.
For a moment, Siena forgot how to breathe. But then, she closed her eyes, leaning into the sweet kiss.
Too soon, Edwina pulled back—giving her a smile as she whispered, “Good night.”
Then, she closed her eyes.
Siena did not, however. She continued watching her fall asleep, a smile on her face, until the sun began to rose again.
For the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week, Day Four Prompt: Clandestine Meetings
This one is a real tearjerker. I have a few more stories to post over the coming days for the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week which are happier/more light-hearted, however.
Content Warning: An AU where Anthony does not survive the duel with Simon
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When I was writing this, I kept thinking of Shake It Off by Florence and the Machine. So that can be the unofficial soundtrack if you like.
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Siena had been waiting in the house for several anxious hours. Awaiting news, any news at all, of Anthony.
Pistols at dawn was never going to end happily. Though she’d tried to tell herself that all would be well. That he would come through that door and the duel had been called off and it was all a horrible misunderstanding. That would have been the best outcome. The other two, both much more likely than a cancellation, hardly bore thinking about. The first would mean Anthony had killed someone. The second would mean he hadn’t survived the duel. Neither was any better than the other.
Siena’s stomach kept lurching as her mind raced from one dreadful thought to another. She couldn’t bring herself to eat or drink a morsel.
Eventually, there was a knock at the door. Her heart leapt. Could it possibly be him?
She went to open it. Only to reveal a Whistledown pamphleteer.
Before she had time to respond, the boy put a pamphlet in her hands and hurried off.
She stared down blankly at the pamphlet. Its uncharacteristic black border boded ominously. Her eyes scanned the front page and she let out a wail of despair.
Anthony was dead.
He had come off the worst in that stupid, stupid duel and now the Duke of Hastings was on the run.
Siena couldn’t remember what she did next, but at some point she must have closed the door because, shortly after sunset, she was sitting on the settee with her head in her hands and there was another knock at the door.
Part of her didn’t even want to get up to open it. Maybe if she ignored it, whoever it was would go away.
The knocking, however, continued.
Siena remained on the sofa. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone in her grief?
“Miss Rosso,” a voice called from the other side of the door.
She froze. That voice was unfamiliar and very few people even knew she lived here. Maybe she should answer the knocking after all. If nothing else, to tell the person to leave her alone and be on their way.
Again, she made her way to the door and opened it. Only this time, it wasn’t a Whistledown pamphleteer. It was a manservant in an all-too-familiar lilac livery. A member of the Bridgerton staff.
“Miss Rosso.” He gave a bow. “A message for you from Mr—Viscount Bridgerton.” He held out a letter sealed with a heavy wax seal.
And again, before she had time to make reply, the letterbearer had bowed once more and made a hasty exit.
Siena shut the door and ran her thumb over the wax seal. The Bridgerton coat of arms.
She tore it open. The hand wasn’t one she recognised.
Dear Miss Rosso,
By now, you will no doubt have heard of my brother’s passing. I have found some documentation he left behind which is of great importance and pertains to you. If you are able, may I request a meeting with you at nine o’clock tonight at the parlour of the Redruth Hotel to resolve the particulars. I do not wish to cause you any worry. I will not make a pauper of you and I know my brother would not have wanted such an outcome either.
Yours,
Benedict Bridgerton
Siena’s stomach lurched. This day had been one full of surprises and none of them pleasant. Now Benedict, a man she had only ever seen in passing at White’s and in the theatres, was the new Viscount Bridgerton. That was inevitable, she supposed, given Anthony had left no heirs. What was strange was that he wanted to meet with her of all people less than twenty four hours after the fatal duel. Wouldn’t he have more important things to be doing? And what was all this about not making a pauper of her?
She paced back and forth. Nothing made any sense. None of this day made any sense.
But Benedict had said he didn’t want to cause her any worry. What was more, the word around the backstages of the theatres and in the modiste’s dressing rooms was that Benedict was a good-hearted man, if rather a libertine.
She made up her mind. She was going to attend this most odd meeting this evening and see what he had to say.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed a quarter past eight o’clock. She had best start getting ready if she was going to make this mysterious rendezvous. A few quick ablutions and she threw on her black velvet cloak. The one Anthony had brought her when the winter began.
Ready, she headed out of the house and made her way west to the Redruth Hotel. Whatever awaited her there could not possibly make this day any stranger, could it?
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A few minutes before the clock struck nine, Siena made her way up the entrance steps of the Redruth Hotel.
She didn’t come here very often, but she had met a gentleman patron here a time or two before. She dashed through the lobby and into the hotel parlour.
It was hard to identify who was who out of the shadowy figures in the dimly lit room. A small fire crackled in one corner and there were only a few oil lamps here and there. Clearly, this was a place where one would go to meet if they did not wish to make their business widely known.
She ran her gaze carefully across the room. There he was. A familiar figure in profile, sitting alone at one of the small tables. Benedict Bridgerton.
She made her way towards him. “Mr Bridgerton, sorry, Viscount…” she broke off. This was all too much to handle. Today was too much to handle.
Benedict looked up at her. His eyes were red-rimmed like her own. “You don’t have to worry about all that.” He sighed. “I wish it wasn’t true.”
If his face was any colour tonight, it could only be described as grey. Like one of those statues of the great and the good in some public square.
He spoke again. “Thank you for coming, Miss Rosso.”
Siena gave a nod of acknowledgement.
“Please, have a seat,” he said.
She made to sit down, not bothering to remove her cloak. In fact, she might as well keep her cloak hood up entirely. The Redruth Hotel parlour was a place that seemed to smile on anonymity.
The pair sat at the table in silence for several moments, not meeting one another’s gaze.
Then, Benedict broke it. “My brother, this morning, right before. Well, you would know where and what I mean. He told me there was the name of a lady in his writing desk and that I must ensure she be provided for. So I am honouring his wish."
Siena’s eyes widened a little. Today kept getting stranger and stranger.
The new head of the Bridgerton family continued. “This afternoon, I was in his office because well isn’t that what a viscount should do?” He laughed mirthlessly. “So I went to his desk and of course found your name, for who else’s name could he have possibly have meant. And also this document.”
He reached inside his jacket and retrieved a piece of paper. He unfolded it and placed it in front of him, with the writing upside down from his point of view so Siena could read it with ease.
She could barely focus on what she was reading. With today’s events, nothing in front of her made any sense.
“My brother decided to settle a lump sum of £15,000 upon you, to ensure you are provided for,” Benedict said.
Siena’s breath caught. For a woman of her birth, this was a life changing sum. This would be a good dowry for almost any woman in the country, the higher tiers of the aristocracy such as the Bridgertons excluded.
She looked down again at the paper in front of her. Focusing her eyes, she realised that what Benedict was saying was true. This was Anthony’s hand without a doubt. And he really had intended for her to have £15,000 in the event of…well, in the event of something that didn’t bear thinking about. She gulped and a sob almost escaped her throat.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice quavering. “But I cannot accept this.”
“Please don’t say that. I must carry out my brother’s wishes.”
His brother’s wishes. She had seen them in his own hand. She gulped again. Whyever had Anthony done this? Was it out of love? Guilt? Or some combination of the two? Whatever the cause behind Anthony’s bequest, Benedict was right. This was something she should not refuse.
Benedict added, “I know Anthony wanted you to be looked after. Please, accept, Miss Rosso.”
Siena nodded. “I will, thank you.”
A brief wave of relief flashed across Benedict’s face before his serious, statue-like expression returned. “In that case, the estate can organise some financial advice for you. For how to invest it securely, if you would like.”
“Thank you.”
Benedict nodded. “I’ll have someone send through some details next week.”
Another brittle silence.
Siena almost started to get up to leave.
But something Benedict said stopped her. He ran an exasperated hand through his hair. “Would you stay? For a drink?”
Why not? It was this or going back to the house and ruminating alone on this otherworldly day. Better not to be left in the company of her own thoughts tonight.
She nodded. “Yes, yes, I will.”
And with that, Benedict flagged down a waiter. It was going to be a long night indeed.
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For the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week 2026, Day Six Prompt: "What if...?"
Modern AU. What if Siena Rosso and Anthony Bridgerton met in the 2010s rather than the 1810s.
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"And that's a wrap on The Sounds of Autumn!" the producer Markus said.
"Congratulations, Siena!" Roberta, another member of the production team, exclaimed.
Behind the pair, a small crowd of onlookers whooped and applauded.
Siena removed the headphones and gave a smile and a wave of acknowledgement. After so many months of work in London followed by final recording sessions here in Berlin, her latest album was ready for release.
"Thank you, everyone," she said in her soft Glaswegian accent.
The studio door opened and in streamed her producers, collaborators and supporters.
Roberta carried two bottles of champagne, one in each hand. "Siena, darling, you were as fabulous as ever!"
The party got underway and Siena let herself get swept up in the revelry. Ever since she was a young girl, she had dreamed of being a celebrated opera singer and she had most certainly achieved that goal. This was her fifth studio album and she'd performed at almost every major opera house in Europe at one point or other. When she had moved down to London as a young woman after graduating from the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, she had been filled with ambition and desire to succeed. In the almost twenty intervening years, her career had grown from strength to strength and she was one of the most respected classical music names of her generation.
After about half an hour, there was a rapping at the door.
Siena quirked an eyebrow. She had thought they had the place to themselves today.
But no one else seemed surprised.
One of the production staff went to the door and swung it open to reveal three of Siena’s favourite people in the whole world.
“Surprise!” Luca and Isabella yelled. They walked into the room, their father close behind them.
Siena took a few steps towards the trio. “I didn’t realise you were coming today. I thought your flight wasn’t until tomorrow?”
“I couldn’t wait to see you,” Anthony said. He closed the gap between himself and Siena and wrapped her in his arms.
She kissed him. Then, she whispered in his ear. “Well, I am very glad you’re here.”
The couple broke apart. There would be more time for their own reunion later. For now, it was a chance to celebrate with everyone.
Siena and Anthony stood and watched with pride as their children made their way around the room, talking with the production staff and asking intelligent questions.
Luca was ten and the heir to the Bridgerton viscountacy. He looked so like Siena’s father it was uncanny. He was going to be the first Bridgerton heir in two hundred and fifty years not to attend Eton. In six months, he’d be starting year seven at a co-ed day school near the family’s Kensington home. Siena wanted something different for her children, she hadn’t been born with the silver spoon in her mouth, and Anthony had agreed. Once he’d given the matter his characteristic careful consideration, of course.
Isabella, for her part, took after Anthony in almost every way. She was so like him physically and she had the same serious bent. She had just turned eight and Siena predicted she would one day go into business or the law.
The school half term had just begun and the family were going to have four days in Berlin together before heading back to London.
Siena liked to be in London most of the time, to be with her family and also to continue her career. But taking advantage of opportunities like recording and performing overseas was important in the opera world. Besides, a few trips a year overseas was good for the children. Back in October, they had visited her for part of her two week stint performing in Rome. And over the summer holidays, she had a short engagement in New York where they would all join her.
Anthony rubbed the small of her back and placed a kiss on her cheek.
I know there’s still 2 days left, but I hope everyone is having fun so far ❤️
It’s been a pretty stressful week for me – I’m honestly surprised how much stuff I managed to post nonetheless. However, I’m already behind with the gifsets, plus there’s tons of fanfics sitting in my drafts still. I probably won’t get to post everything, but I will definitely use Monday as a little catch-up day. Due to time zones, I won’t make a finishing post until Monday evening either way.
So this goes for everyone, of course: if there’s still something in your drafts you couldn’t finish in time or if there’s something you planned, but didn’t get around to yet, please feel free to see Monday as the final day. And you can obviously continue to share your works after the week is over too. I will keep checking the tag for about one week (plus I regularly check Siena’s character tag either way) and the AO3 collection will remain open until June 30th 😊
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