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[gentle instrumental music]

[gentle instrumental music swells]

- Will you pick that up, Artemis?

- I don't know why we have to do this.

- [Persephone] Because we like to eat.

- But we're only paid pennies.

- Pennies that keep our family from dire straits.

- [Persephone] I do not enjoy

washing the neighborhood's laundry any more than you do.

But being upset about it won't change our situation.

[Artemis sighs]

[dramatic instrumental music]

[gate squeals]

[birds chirping]

- Open the door, sweetheart.

- I have had an atrocious day,

and now I have to open the door.

- [Persephone] I'm sorry you've suffered so much.

I fear you will simply have to continue

in your wretched state a bit longer.

- I will open the door,

but do not be surprised if I lie on the floor and die.

- I will be many things if that happens,

my sweet little Artemis,

but above all I will not be surprised.

[Artemis sighs]

- She has "died" from far less than this in the past.

[dramatic instrumental music continues]

[door creaks] [Persephone grunts]

[shoe clatters]

[dramatic instrumental music continues]

- Was father wandering again?

[dramatic instrumental music continues]

Daphne.

- Persephone. You're home.

[Persephone chuckles]

- Was father wandering again?

- Until a letter came.

Then he went back up to his study.

- Did he say whom the letter was from?

- You know father doesn't usually talk to me.

- Well, once I've cleared the clutter he spread,

sorted the laundry, and started our meal,

then I very much wish to talk with you

about whatever you've learned today.

- It's ever so interesting and terribly useful.

- I cannot wait.

- Thank you, Persephone.

- Of course, Daphne.

[cheeky music]

You did say this might happen.

- Yes, I did.

- And what has brought you

to such a horrible end this time?

- My suffering is too great,

no words can possibly describe it.

- Is this because I could not buy you a sweet

from the confectionery shop?

- That was tragic.

- But not the reason you're expiring on the floor?

- I didn't see my friend.

I watched for him, and he didn't come.

He hasn't in ever so long, and it's deeply devastating.

- This is the friend I can't see?

- The friend you don't see.

- Ah.

Do you think your friend would visit you again

if we had bread pudding tonight?

- Bread pudding?

- I have a bit of stale bread.

And Mrs. Sanford gave me some cream.

I think we should have bread pudding tonight.

- It is not even my birthday.

Bread pudding is quite possibly my favorite thing

in all the world.

- [sighs] Of course, if you are dead on the floor

you won't be able to have any.

- I am all better!

- It is a miracle!

- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- You're very welcome, my darling little Artemis.

[lighthearted music]

How do you like the latest fashions?

- These are not the latest.

Mrs. Upton gave me these

because she received the most recent version.

But they are very nearly the latest.

- [Persephone] That is gorgeous.

- Isn't it?

I've added it to my list of dreams.

- Mm, that must be quite a list by now.

- Isn't that what dreaming is for?

Believing in those things you fear you'll never have

but want to continue hoping are possible?

Like having money enough and happiness, falling in love.

- I want you to have all of those things, Athena.

- You must have dreams too.

- Certainly I do.

Artemis' spirits not being dampened

by the heaviness of life.

Daphne finding a friend who helps her feel seen

and cared about.

Evander and Linus returning home to us whole.

- That is far from guaranteed

for two midshipmen in the navy during wartime.

- I should've done more to keep them home and safe.

- There was nothing more you could've done.

- I could've taken in more laundry,

or reduced my portions at meals.

I could've gone without fires in my room.

- And it likely still would not have been enough.

- I suppose that is my version

of "hoping for impossible things."

- None of the hopes that you've mentioned

have been of dreams for yourself.

- Seeing this family happy is dream enough for me.

[door creaks]

[footsteps approaching]

Fetch Daphne and Artemis and take them to the kitchen.

I do not know how frustrating he might be this time.

Have you received a letter?

- We have a very significant problem.

- What has happened, papa?

Evander? Linus?

- Oh, no, I haven't heard anything about your brothers.

- Oh.

- I have, however,

received the most befuddling letter.

You, my dear, have received an offer of marriage.

- A what?

- An offer from an incredibly wealthy gentleman

with an old and, um, prestigious title.

[disquieting music]

- Good heavens!

- Yeah.

What I cannot fathom is why the duke has settled on you.

He cannot even be remotely acquainted with our family.

- The duke?

- Of course, dear, the Duke of Kielder.

- The Duke of Kielder has asked for my hand in marriage?

- Quite specifically.

[Persephone chuckles]

- I do not believe a word of it.

After all, I do not know His Grace,

or any Grace, for that matter.

[Richard clears throat]

- "Mr. Lancaster,

I am requesting

the hand of your eldest daughter in marriage.

I am prepared to settle upon your three remaining daughters

20,000 each for their dowries

and 50,000 upon yourself for the sake of your sons.

The ceremony will take place October the first

at the Falstone chapel.

Please reply as to your intentions.

Yours, et cetera, Kielder.

- That is certainly not the most romantic

nor flattering of proposals, to be sure.

"The ceremony will take place."

There's not the slightest acknowledgment

that the unforeseen offer might be declined.

- This offer amounts to more than 100,000 pounds.

[Persephone exhales softly]

[disquieting music continues]

- What is the Duke of Kielder like?

- Like?

Well, couldn't say.

I've not met the current duke.

- What was his father like?

- Uh, dull as dishwater.

But his mother is an active sort.

[disquieting music continues]

[sheep bleating]

[disquieting music continues]

[footsteps approaching]

- 100,000 pounds?

- I can hardly comprehend such a sum.

[Athena laughs]

It is more than 500 years' worth our current income.

It is more than five times the income of the Duke of Sussex,

and he is the son of the king.

- Good heavens.

- We would have food enough to eat.

We would not need to wash laundry for pennies.

The boys could soon leave the navy and return home.

All of your impossible dreams

would suddenly be entirely possible.

This would not merely save our family;

it would save generations of our family.

- But the Duke of Kielder

might be prone to anger or unkindness.

What, [inhales sharply] what if he mistreats you?

What if being married to him makes you miserable

for the rest of your life?

- It is also possible he will be kind and considerate.

- You don't know anything about him?

- Only that he clearly has a tremendous amount of money

and wishes to marry me.

He gave no indication why.

- You needn't simply accept this offer.

One may yet come from someone that you at least know

won't treat you abominably.

- There will be no other offers.

If I do not accept this one, our family will sink further.

Even the simple hopes we currently have

will be out of reach.

- But then all of your hopes would be snatched away.

- This family's happiness is worth every sacrifice.

- Isn't your happiness worth something as well?

- Artemis has always told

the tale of Hades and Persephone quite accurately.

Persephone doesn't get to be happy.

- Then you mean to accept the duke's offer?

[poignant music]

- Who invited all these people?

- I did.

It is not every day my poor boy takes a bride.

- This was supposed to be a quiet ceremony.

I do not believe Miss Lancaster has invited anyone

beyond her own immediate family.

- I did not intend to cause awkwardness, Adam.

I only wish to celebrate.

[guests chattering indistinctly]

- [Guest] I wonder if the chit'll actually turn up.

[sword clinks] - Try to resist the urge

to run through any of the wedding guests.

[Harry chuckles]

[sword clangs]

- Where the devil is she?

Another five minutes and I'll go retrieve her myself.

[footsteps approaching]

- When is this going to start?

I'm hungry.

- Shh.

- Artemis.

[Athena whispers indistinctly]

[guest coughs]

[guest clears throat]

[gentle music]

- She's decided to come, after all.

[gentle music continues]

- Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together

in the sight of God and the face of this congregation

to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony,

an honorable estate, instituted of God

in the time of man's innocence,

signifying unto us the mystical union

betwixt Christ and His church.

Therefore, if any man can show any just cause

why they should not lawfully be joined together,

let him speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.

- Deuced, blasted muck heap.

[guests whispering indistinctly]

Go on.

- Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?

- Apparently, I giveth myself.

- Take her right hand in yours.

- I, Adam Richard Boyce,

Duke of Kielder, Marquess of Falstone,

Earl of Falstone, Viscount Byrness,

Baron Falstone, Baron Whitelee,

take thee to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold, from this day forward,

for better for worse, for richer for poorer,

in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,

'till death do us part,

according to God's holy ordinance;

and thereto I plight thee my troth.

[disquieting music]

- I, Persephone-

- [Adam] Ridiculous.

- Lancaster, do...

Do take thee to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold, from this day forward,

for better for worse, for richer for poorer,

in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,

'till death us do part,

according to God's holy ordinance;

and thereto I give thee my troth.

- Is that everything?

- Not usually.

- Can it be?

- I suppose all the truly essential bits

have been seen to.

Those whom God hath joined together,

let no man put asunder.

- To the castle, then.

[footsteps retreating]

[Persephone speaks indistinctly]

- I...

[poignant music]

[bell tolling]

- Thank you.

[bell continues tolling]

[Harry laughs]

[poignant music continues]

- Is your name really Persephone?

- It is.

Did you not think to ask?

- [Adam] What were your parents thinking,

choosing a name like that?

- [Persephone] My father is a scholar.

He's particularly fond of Greek mythology.

- Entirely too fond, it would seem.

Are the rest of your siblings similarly afflicted?

- In what way afflicted?

- What absurd names did your parents assign

the other members of your family?

- Athena is just younger than I.

Evander is 14. Linus, 13.

Daphne will be 12 toward the end of the year.

The youngest is Artemis.

- Fates save us from short-sighted scholars.

Do you have a middle name?

- I do.

- I suppose it is entirely too much to hope

that it is something common.

- Iphigenia.

- Persephone Iphigenia?

Did no one ever call you anything else?

- Only Miss Lancaster.

- Well, I cannot call you that.

I suppose I will have to consign myself to Persephone.

- [Persephone] It would seem so.

- You, of course, will call me Kielder.

- I will not call you Kielder.

- Everyone calls me Kielder.

- Kielder?

It sounds as though I am accusing you of a crime.

- You would, no doubt, prefer Agamemnon or Apollo

or something along that vein.

- My papa certainly would.

- What do you propose to call me, then?

- Adam? - No one calls me Adam.

- No one?

Certainly your family and closest friends would.

- Harry does.

- Who is Harry?

- A friend,

one who allows himself far too much freedom.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music swells]

Calling me Adam will be fine.

Persephone.

This is Barton, the butler.

Mrs. Smithson, the housekeeper.

Duchess of Kielder.

[Adam clears throat]

[poignant music]

Mrs. Smithson will see to whatever you need.

[poignant music continues]

- I'm likely meant to be shown all of the castle,

but I would very much like to rest.

Perhaps you could simply point out

the rooms I need to know today,

and save the rest for tomorrow?

- Of course, Your Grace.

[poignant music continues]

The Drawing Room, a favorite of Queen Elizabeth

when she stayed at Falstone Castle in 1580.

- Do, do members of the royal family still visit Falstone?

- Heavens, no. They wouldn't dare.

This is the Grand Banquet Hall,

which has hosted feasts

for some of the most significant

and influential people in the kingdom

over the past 500 years.

I believe your family will be dining in here this evening.

- Is that a gibbet?

- And stocks.

- Was there no room in the dark, foreboding dungeon?

- There's ample room, Your Grace.

But the duke says displaying weapons

makes them more effective.

All of the family bedchambers are on this floor.

This is your bedchamber, Your Grace.

Is there anything else you wish me to do, Your Grace?

- Not at the moment.

- The bell pull is beside the fireplace

should you require anything.

[door creaks]

[soft music]

[Persephone exhales heavily]

[duck quacks]

[Persephone sighs heavily]

- This is never going to work.

- This is never going to work.

[door creaks]

- I just saw your man of business leaving the castle.

What did you do to him?

- I fired him.

- Again?

How many times have you fired the poor man?

- Six, seven.

Every time he sulks away like a lily-livered coward.

- You didn't pull your pistol on him this time, did you?

- I have never pulled a pistol on Josiah Jones.

I may have held an epee to his throat once or twice,

but he was never in any real danger.

- Perhaps his fear has something to do

with your less-than-pristine reputation, Adam.

Rumor has it you've run through a few men in your time.

- Rumor has it I've done quite a few things.

- And you wonder why Jones thinks the worst

whenever you're angry with him.

- I always reinstate his employment.

And he never makes the same mistake twice.

- So what was his transgression this time, mm?

No, no, don't tell me.

Smiled too much while discussing the estate investments?

No.

Did not include enough threats

in the business correspondence he sent on your behalf?

- He recommended a means of preventing my distant cousin

from one day inheriting Falstone.

- Ah, Jones was the one who suggested you marry.

- He knew of a penniless family in Shropshire,

with an eldest daughter of the appropriate age

who had no other prospects.

His enthusiastic recommendation

has proven intolerably stupid.

- As stupid as sitting up in one's book room

with one's friend on one's wedding night?

Because that, Adam, is a level of idiocy

far and above ordinary stupidity.

- I stood through the wedding

and just spent an interminable dinner

with my flock of new sisters-in-law.

- Did they stare at you?

It would've been understandable, you know.

Having not been warned.

- I ought to have written, then? Mm?

Perhaps I could've included a postscript with the proposal.

"By the way, I have a mutilated face

you'll be forced to look at day in and day out

for the rest of your life.

Hope that's not a problem."

- Mm, perhaps not those precise words.

- She wasn't exactly forthcoming, either,

I will have you know.

- Forgot to mention something important?

Another husband, perhaps?

An extraneous limb?

- Her name is Persephone.

A man ought to know a thing like that

about his future wife.

Persephone Iphigenia.

What an inexcusably ridiculous thing to call a child.

- I had the chance to speak briefly

with your new bride, Adam.

She was

delightful.

Perhaps a little quiet,

but that is to be expected

considering the upheaval in her life.

I'll confess I had expected

someone rather long in the tooth;

rather long in the face, in all honesty.

- So had I.

- But she's a fetching thing.

Young and quite pretty.

Oh.

You expected someone desperate,

and ugly, and undesirable.

Instead, your bride turned out to be

a vast deal more than passable.

[tongue clicks]

Not quite what you'd bargained for, I'd guess.

A lady who was too intolerable to have any other options

would be content with a curmudgeon in a drafty castle

in the wilds of Northumberland.

And now, because she is young and fine-looking,

seems to be good-natured and potentially enjoyable company,

the poor girl is upstairs, alone,

probably wondering what she's done wrong,

while you are down here brooding.

Adam, you are completely bacon-brained.

- I should call you out for that.

- Do. [yawns]

But not tonight. I'm tired.

Call me out tomorrow, would you?

- I ought to lock you in the dungeon.

- You should.

No point having a dungeon

if no one's ever consigned to suffer in it.

Good night, Adam.

- Good night. Presumptuous lout.

[door creaks]

- And Adam?

- What?

- Give the poor girl a chance.

It's not her fault you've ended up

with every man's idea of a perfect wife.

[Harry laughs] [book clatters]

[Adam sighs heavily]

[Persephone breathing nervously]

[footsteps approaching]

[Adam blows candle]

[Persephone sighs]

[disquieting music]

[duck quacking]

- Are you going to be lonely without us, Persephone?

- I will miss you terribly.

But you will have each other.

So you are unlikely to be lonely.

- I do not know that anyone will remember to talk to me

when you're not here.

I'm certain everything will be fine.

- [Persephone] Mm.

- You don't need to worry about us.

- Write and tell me about all the things you're reading.

[poignant music]

I love you.

- Love you, too.

- Make haste.

- I do not want to go!

- Let me speak with her.

[poignant music continues]

Oh, my dear girl. You're crying.

- He cannot make you stay here!

- No one is making me stay here, dearest.

Falstone Castle is my home now.

I will send you letters,

perhaps with a guinea under the seal.

You could come here,

we could explore the castle together.

- He won't let me.

- Of course he will.

We will have grand adventures.

Perhaps there is a tower room

where we can imagine all sorts of wonderful stories,

the way we always did at home.

- Do you promise?

- I promise.

- Who will take care of me when you're gone?

- Papa will engage a governess for both you and Daphne,

a companion for Athena when you're all in town.

- Will you visit us there?

- [Persephone] Of course.

- Persephone?

- Yes, my dear?

- Who will take care of you?

Will you be happy even though we're gone?

[poignant music continues]

- Oh.

When have you known me to be unhappy?

- [Artemis] Then I will be happy, too.

But if I don't leave now, I will cry again,

and I do not want to cry anymore.

- Then let us promise each other not to cry.

Yes, good.

I will see you soon.

Be good for papa.

- I will.

- [Persephone] I love you, dearest.

- I love you, too, Persephone.

You're the best mama I ever had.

[poignant music continues]

[Persephone cries silently]

- I thought you weren't supposed to cry.

- Artemis is crying as well, I'm certain of it.

- Then why make the promise?

- To lessen her pain.

If my sister knew I was crying, it would break her heart.

- But you know she is crying.

- I know her better than she knows me.

- The best mama she ever had.

[poignant music continues]

[Persephone gasping]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[Persephone sobbing]

- 24 hours into this ill-conceived marriage

and my wife is already in the back of a garden sobbing.

[sullen music]

How long into your marriage did mother start crying?

And when did that stop making you feel like a monster?

[sullen music continues]

[sheep bleating]

[thunder rumbling]

[poignant music]

- Your Grace.

- Mm.

- Good eve...

Are you feeling well, child?

- I am excessively tired.

- Do not fret yourself over dinner, dear.

I'll have a tray sent to your room.

You rest.

- [Persephone] Thank you.

[Persephone gasps]

[poignant music]

[Harry whistling]

[door clicks]

[door creaks]

[Harry whistles]

[Harry whistles]

- [tongue clicks] You told me you'd call me out today.

Never did.

- I've decided to shoot you first thing in the morning.

Go to sleep so I can load my pistols in peace.

- Your mother said the new duchess

was indisposed this evening.

Any idea what she meant by that?

- As mother said, she was indisposed.

- She wouldn't be the first person to hide from you.

- She? You mean Persephone?

- Well, I certainly don't mean your mother.

You could shoot a man dead in the drawing room,

and she'd just smile indulgently and say, "My-"

- "Poor boy," yes.

And the woman will still be calling me that when I'm 80.

- When you're 80, she'll be dead.

- Oh, shut up, Harry.

- Is there any chance Persephone is locked in the dungeon?

- I am not a monster.

And she chose to accept me.

- Ah, yes.

But without the benefit of the rather ingenious postscript

you composed last night.

I'm don't think she realized-

- You think I've made her miserable already?

- She took this morning's farewells particularly hard.

You ought to have insisted her family stay longer.

- So I'm the villain, am I?

- I wouldn't be surprised

if you never saw the poor woman again

as long as you lived.

In a place as enormous as this pile of rock,

she could avoid you for years.

Where are you going?

- My wife is indisposed.

I'm going to see for myself that she is well.

- Adam.

- I am not going to hurt the blasted woman.

You know me better than that.

[Harry chuffs]

[footsteps approaching]

[door clicks]

[Adam exhales heavily]

[soft music]

[door creaks]

[door clicks]

[Persephone sighs]

[footsteps thudding]

[Mable exclaims]

- Oh, forgive me, Your Grace.

- I'm attempting to find the breakfast room.

Please tell me you know how to reach it from here.

- I got lost a few times when I first started working here.

Falstone Castle is quite a big place.

- Enormous.

New arrivals really ought to be provided with a map.

[Mable laughs softly]

- This way, Your Grace.

And I'll not tell anyone you were lost.

- Thank you.

- Mother, explain to Harry

that you're not leaving Falstone Castle

because I forced you to do so.

He seems to think

that I drive every person who ever comes here

away with a scythe in one hand

and a flaming torch in the other.

- A regular one-person bloodthirsty mob,

that's what you are.

You really ought to think

about employing pitchforks when you-

[door creaks]

- Persephone, come break your fast, dear.

Kidneys? Eggs?

- Yes, please.

- Harry, will you please-

- [Adam] I will prepare a plate for her, mother.

- Oh, you needn't inconvenience yourself.

- Please.

[chinaware clinking]

- Thank you.

Should I sit somewhere else?

- No, you can stay where you are.

- Will you be coming to town at Christmastime?

- I never go to town until absolutely necessary.

- You must convince my poor boy of the delights of London.

- I have never been to London.

- Well, then you absolutely must come as soon as possible.

I should positively love taking you around town

and introducing you to just everyone.

I'm certain you can pack quickly, Adam.

And I could delay my departure by a day or so,

and we could all-

- I shall be forced to take her in the spring as it is.

- Forced?

The season is such fun.

How can you say forced?

- I despise London.

But the queen will be vexed

if Persephone is not presented,

and that is one bother I could do without.

Thus, I shall be forced to town.

- Do not let him burden you

with even the tiniest amount of guilt, Your Grace.

By spring, he will have gone months

without insulting the members of the Cabinet

or any of the royal family

and will be itching for the opportunity.

- That is good to know.

- I suppose, as a good friend of the family,

I ought to remain here indefinitely

and offer my insights into your grumbly husband.

That is simply the sort of selfless person I am.

- Even selfless people

can be thrown from the south parapet.

- Mm, I am beginning to suspect, Adam,

that you do not like me very much.

I will simply have to ponder

the sorrow of this realization.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

This could get confusing.

We really ought to think of names for the three of you.

[soft music]

[gentle music]

[gentle music swells]

[gentle music fades]

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