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Good morning, miss.

Rose.

Has my mother yet awakened?

I did not overindulge.

Truly, it was just a
poor night of sleep.

I shall fetch a glass of
raw eggs and garlic, ma'am.

Should be just the thing.

Are you feeling better, dearest?

Perhaps I, too, caught whatever it was

that sent you home early from the party.

I have a terrible headache, indeed.

What is it?

I am engaged.

Oh!

Well, that is wonderful news.

So, you will be a princess.

- No.
- No?

No, I will not. Mama, I
am engaged to the duke.

The duke asked for my
hand, and I accepted.

You do not seem pleased.
Whatever is wrong?

Oh no. No... Nothing is wrong.

It simply happened so quickly.

I've not had a moment to take it in.

But I am overjoyed, Mama, truly.

Of course you are.

You are to be a duchess!

Oh, darling!

I knew there was
something between you...

ruse or not!

Well, tell me. Tell me everything!

How do you feel?

So in love.

I'm unsure how I can be expected
to wait an entire month to marry.

Could we not obtain a special
license to marry this week?

I do not wish to lie to you...

- But the duke and I...
- You do not need to tell me anything.

Whatever happened
between the two of you,

it is all right.

I know good society makes quite
a fuss about such things...

but when it comes to love,

such things happen more
frequently than one might expect.

Even your father and I,

we had trouble controlling
our passions as well.

Your drink, ma'am.

Will not be necessary, Wilson.
I am feeling much improved.

We have a wedding to plan in three days.

My darling girl,

you are getting what you always wanted.

You are marrying for love.

One may say modesty is a virtue,

yet this author is
hardly a virtuous woman.

It is therefore my great pleasure

to announce the news others
questioned, but I never doubted.

It will be the grandest
wedding of the year.

Tulips enough to fill the
great room and the finest silks.

Only the best for Miss
Bridgerton and my nephew.

The latest Whistledown?

How does she report my triumph?

The diamond of the
season has made her match,

officially betrothed
to the Duke of Hastings.

Has something happened?

The bride, undoubtedly,

is giddy with anticipation
over the impending nuptials...

I shall need fittings for
the dress and my trousseau.

And, oh...

- I am forgetting something, surely.
- I shall take care of everything.

Just think, you shall be
the duchess by Saturday.

... an event that will apparently
take place sooner rather than later.

Of course, there are only two reasons

to procure a special license
and race to the altar:

true love,

or concealing a scandal.

How does it feel, sister, to be in love?

Imagine leaping off a cliff
and shattering on the ground.

A fair analogy?

I am afraid I cannot find
the words, dear Hyacinth.

Though, Eloise, I believe you
will know what love feels like

soon enough next season.

You think I am to
follow in your footsteps?

Can there be a more dreadful fate?

You do know that I am
setting the standard

for your future matches, yes?

- You should be grateful.
- The only thing I am grateful for

is that I am not you,
nor will I ever be.

Miss Daphne, His Royal Highness
Prince Friedrich is here for you.

- I am sorry.
- You have nothing to be sorry for.

No... No promises were made.

Although, I thought we
shared an understanding

with our discussions of the future.

But, uh...

the fault is mine for misreading

your polite attentions
as something more.

No. You did not misread me.

Then why...

This engagement is of your
own free will, is it not?

If the duke is forcing your hand...

Forcing me?

My goodness! If anything,
I am the one forcing him.

What I mean to say

is that love is surely
the greatest force of all.

Once the duke and I realized

we were completely
enamored with each other,

nothing could stand between us.

Not even, I'm sorry to say,

the attentions of a good and
kind man such as yourself.

Then I can only wish you
a lifetime of contentment

with your new husband.

It was a pleasure to
know you, Miss Bridgerton.

Hyacinth!

I could not help it, sister.

Though, I must say,

I certainly hope the duke's proposal

was at least half as romantic as that.

Did we not say ten o'clock?

We did.

There he is.

Well, do not make haste on our account.

A most heartfelt
congratulations, Your Grace.

I look forward to counting
you as part of our family.

As do I.

Did you bring the bar with you, boy?

Perhaps we should promenade?

- Have you...
- I should...

I was...

I was going to ask if you had
tried drinking raw eggs and garlic.

I hear it works wonders to rid yourself

of the lingering effects of...

- What were you going to say?
- What?

Before, you started to say something.

Oh, I... I do not recall.

Simon, look at me.

Well, if it isn't the most
talked-about couple in the ton.

Such a perfect-looking pair.

Indeed. The two of you will make
a fine family, I am sure of it.

Thank you.

- We are so happy.
- Very much so.

Hmm.

I remember that feeling,

the nerves of new love.

Or something like it.

- Madame Delacroix, good day. May I...
- She is not here.

I only beg a moment of her time.

She does not owe me
her time, I know that.

She does not owe me anything.

But I wish to provide for
her regardless, as I promised.

She will be taken care of.

- Will you tell her?
- You are too late. Siena's gone.

Gone?

You mean, she's left town?

Indeed.

As it transpires, my lord,
she does not need your money,

nor anything else from
you, for that matter.

- Tell me where she is?
- Leave the young lady alone.

Have you not done enough?

It seems Mrs. Varley had some
trouble at the modiste this morning.

Madame Delacroix is refusing
to give her any of the dresses

until the last few
months' bills are paid.

The young ladies have plenty of dresses.

Perhaps it is possible for
them to wear them all again.

And perhaps it is possible for you
to do without your tobacco as well!

Mr. Colin Bridgerton for Miss Thompson.

Oh, Mr. Bridgerton, these are beautiful.

I applaud you, Miss Thompson. I bring
you flowers on each of my visits,

and yet you react with
admirable surprise every time.

I shall need to bring
you something unexpected.

- A bushel of tomatoes, perhaps.
- Oh!

Marina hates tomatoes.

That is untrue.

I love tomatoes.

Colin, you know where I have heard
you can get excellent tomatoes?

Greece.

Perhaps you could bring
back a tomato plant

for Miss Thompson as a souvenir

when you return from
your travels this year.

I am uncertain of my
travels at the moment, Pen.

- But you were so keen to travel.
- It is true.

But, were I to go, there
may be things in London

I should miss even more
than seeing the world.

- Some tea, Mr. Bridgerton?
- That would be lovely.

Mama?

- Do you think this is wise?
- Whatever do you mean?

Colin is young,

years from seriously
thinking about marriage.

I would hate to think Marina
is simply wasting her time,

time she simply does
not have, of course.

That is all.

Your mistress will not
know the household staff

at the duke's country home,

so it will be your business

to attend to her needs
and ease her arrival.

Her happiness is your greatest concern.

Oh no! No, no, no!

The icing must be as white as lilies.

This is a proper family.

A shipment of fine
sugar went down at sea.

There is no more in
London, for love nor money.

Does Miss Daphne wish for roses
or lilacs for the ceremony?

Uh...

Does your mistress wish the cake
to be soaked in rum or brandy?

Will it be tongue or ham
with eggs for the reception?

I am not sure. I shall ask.

Rose, you are the future
duchess's lady's maid.

You must know these things.

Your wedding gown is a long
way from being finished,

Miss Bridgerton.

I promise you will not be disappointed.

She will need a new pelisse too,

and then the more intimate items.

Four nightdresses, perhaps? Or five?

What could I possibly need
with five new nightdresses?

They are not for you, ma
chère, but for your amoureux.

What else do you think
a honeymoon is for?

It will be a most special time, dear.

Yes, five. Five
nightdresses will do nicely.

Daphne! How lovely to see you.

Oh, I do hope your wedding
dress will be ready in time.

Madam Delacroix must be working so fast.

Mama, might you spare me a moment?

I must have Cressida's
opinion on some fabric.

Her taste is impeccable.

Of course, dear.

I am to have a new
pelisse for my honeymoon.

What about this color?
Trimmed with fur, perhaps.

Fur, at this time of year?

Well, I suppose it
depends on how much time

you and the duke spend outdoors.

But you are fond of a midnight
garden stroll, I believe.

I do not know what you mean.

I am almost certain I saw the two of you

in the gardens at the Trowbridge ball.

No chaperone in sight.

How strange.

I do not recall leaving the ballroom.

Hmm.

Though I dare say it
would have been difficult

to see the gardens with
any real clarity at night,

unless you were actually
out in them yourself.

My view of the garden
was perfectly clear

from the safety of the terrace, Daphne.

You dallied with the prince purely
to rouse the duke's jealousy,

and then you lured him into those
gardens to trap him into marriage.

I never would have imagined

that a Bridgerton would
ever come to know such shame.

You should consider your
words more carefully, Cressida.

In a matter of days,
I am to be a duchess,

and you shall be just as you are now,

unmarried and untitled.

So you can either be a
duchess's friend or her enemy.

It is entirely up to you.

First, let us see if you actually manage

to drag him down that aisle at all.

I would imagine a man like
the duke does not take kindly

to being forced into anything.

I bid you farewell, Tante.

I shall be returning to
Prussia this afternoon.

Am I to believe you truly long
for sweet pickles and sauerkraut?

Fight for the girl!

Hastings is merely a duke.

You are a prince.

I have no interest in
brandishing my title

before the young lady, nor do I need to.

I am happy for them.
Everyone is happy for them.

You have read of what your
dear Whistledown writes.

What do you want?

- It is the king, Your Majesty.
- Dead?

Lucid.

Auf Wiedersehen, if you must go.

While you may be content
to accept defeat...

it is certainly not
how I approach things.

Apologies for my tardiness.

Not at all.

The archbishop is yet to arrive.

- We should discuss Daphne's dowry.
- There is nothing to discuss.

- I will not accept one.
- I beg your pardon?

I need not be paid to marry Daphne.

It is an insulting
custom in my judgment.

You may place the
money in trust for her,

but you need not harbor
any doubts of my intention

to support your sister.

Her well-being is my responsibility now.

I take that duty with
the utmost seriousness.

I must apologize for, uh...

well...

- Shooting at me?
- Indeed.

I would have thought you
dishonorable had you not.

Besides, you have always
been a terrible shot.

You'd have stood a greater
chance of wounding me

if you had simply fired
straight up in the air.

Your Grace.

May I express my gratitude for your
granting of this special license?

Perhaps, my lord, you should not.

Denied?

What on earth for?

The archbishop of Canterbury did
not think he owed me an explanation.

If we are to wait
weeks for this wedding,

it gives Cressida Cowper,

not to mention Whistledown
and anyone else,

far too much time to uncover the
truth of what happened in that garden.

Simon...

Lady Danbury.

Welcome!

Welcome! Is everyone as famished as I?

Now, this is far too grim a mood for
the celebration I was counting on.

- What on earth is the matter?
- Anthony?

We have been denied our
request for a special license.

- What?
- The archbishop did not see a need.

It is not the archbishop.

It is the queen.

Perhaps she has taken your
rejection of her nephew to heart,

or perhaps she is simply bored.

Either way, it does not bode well
for your daughter's social future,

nor any of the Bridgertons,
for that matter.

Surely we must be able to do something?

Give her what she wants.

Attention.

Appear before her yourselves
and make a personal appeal.

But she will not respond to begging,

and she can sniff out even the
faintest whiff of insincerity,

so do not lay it on thick.

Tell her you are in love,

plain and simple and true.

You can do that, can you not?

Good.

Now, where is the dinner I was promised?

- Bridgerton! I am so glad you came.
- I dare not miss it.

Please, come in.

Make yourself at home.

I would show you around,
but host duty calls.

What are you doing here?

Apologies. Have we met?

We do not need to have met.

You are a Bridgerton, yes?

I see my reputation precedes me.

Not exactly a virtue.

Anything that gets me your attention
is a good thing, I rather think.

You should go, home to
your brother, perhaps.

But I'm receiving far
too warm a welcome here.

Bridgerton.

Is that how the tune goes?

It's a bloody love song, I think.

Happy to hear you're
embracing the genre.

Where is my drink?

Did they kick you out? My
God, they kicked you out...

Will marrying the girl truly be so bad?

I know you care for her.

Feelings are irrelevant. Indeed,
they're responsible for this mess.

I let them get the better of me.

Now she has to fight for a
wedding she doesn't even want.

You think someone wrote
a love song about that?

Hey, tell him to play the
one about the trapped wife!

All right, friend, time
to get you out of here.

I've invited Lord Rutledge

to dine with us Saturday.

You have until then to muster
appropriate enthusiasm for his proposal.

I could have until Judgment Day

and still not manage a
smile for that wretched fate.

Despite all obstacles,

I have managed to find a man

who will overlook your
current circumstance

and offer you some security.

You should be lavishing
me with gratitude,

and yet you merely sit here and sulk.

Hmm.

Is this about Mr. Bridgerton?

He likes me.

He'll propose to me, I am sure of it.

That boy is barely
out of leading strings.

He has two older brothers
still running from the yoke.

You are to cut Colin
Bridgerton immediately,

or I will lock you in this room

till the day Lord Rutledge
makes you his wife.

Lady Featherington, wait.

You are right. You have been kind to me.

And I should like to repay
you for that kindness.

If I were to marry Mr. Bridgerton,

you would be connected to what I gather

is a very powerful family, indeed.

Think what that could do for your girls.

Give me until Saturday.

If I have not secured a proposal
from Mr. Bridgerton by then,

I shall accept Lord Rutledge
with a smile on my face.

My girl, you are six
months away from motherhood,

seven if you're lucky.

And even if a miracle were to occur,

and Colin Bridgerton proposed tomorrow,

the wedding wouldn't be for weeks.

That is only assuming

we wait until the wedding
night to consummate the union.

You will seduce him?

I will do what I must.

Very well. You have until Saturday.

My king.

No need for the formality,
Lottie. Sit with me.

How is little George?

Well, he is not so little anymore.

Grows plumper by the day, in fact.

I am quite sure he does.

Your subjects miss you, my dear.

I miss you.

I'm right here, Lottie.

I was just remembering the
bluebells in the cottage garden.

- Ah.
- Do you recall when you first saw them?

You said it was as if we
were walking in the clouds.

You had just filled

the paddock with
kangaroos, of all things.

- Yes.
- Dreadful creatures.

- How are the gardens coming along?
- Oh, they are in full bloom.

After your meal, perhaps we could
take a walk, like we used to do.

And how is dear Emily?

Can you bring her to me?

George...

Amelia was ill...

several years ago.

She came to my room but a fortnight ago.

Did you not see her?

She is gone, George.

What did you... ?

Have you done something?
What have you done?

What has this woman done to my child?

George...

No! What have you done?

- What have you done?
- Your Majesty...

No, you come back here!

She has killed my child!

You bitch!

You bitch!

Miss?

Rose.

- Is everything all right?
- I cannot sleep.

It is quite late for you
to be up, too, is it not?

There is much to be done.

If you're nervous about the
wedding, you need not worry.

I assure you, I am managing everything.

- I will be ready.
- I know you will.

You are not who I worry about.

The duke.

- Has he asked to beg off, miss?
- No.

But he may wish to.

Every man entertains doubt
before the day, I rather think,

but it does not signify.

He will be a good husband to you.

A good father as well.

Miss?

He cannot have children.

I shall not pretend to understand

the extent of his physical impediment,

but I imagine it is a source of
great pain for the duke, indeed.

I have an aunt. She lives in
Greenwich with her husband.

They have been married for ten years now

and never blessed with children,

but they still are to each
other as husband and wife.

- Theirs is a happy union.
- Because they love each other.

At least your aunt has that.

I shall not keep you, Rose. You
must have a hundred things to do.

Of course, miss. Good night.

You smell bad.

Nicky! Stop pestering him.

Why must everything be so bright?

It is called "day" for a reason.

Charcoal and oil will soak
up everything in your gut.

Eat.

If I am, in fact, to marry...

I would like the both
of you to be present.

"If"? He seems to believe
there is a way out of this.

We would be honored to attend.

Good.

Have you told the duke about
your exhibition series business?

Alice...

Will is seeking more investors
for a series of matches.

Perhaps, Your Grace,

you and your future brother-in-law
might be interested in investing?

The viscount certainly owes you
something after shooting at you.

- Alice!
- What?

I am sure His Grace understands
the basic tenets of marriage,

or at least he will.

Everything you know, I know.
And everything I know...

Well, you eventually catch up.

Pay her no mind.

That's what I do.

- Ah!
- Right, dears, come on. Out you go.

As low as you can go, Lady Danbury?

With these knees, yes, Your Majesty.

Very well.

Let your young people come forward.

I have heard a rumor

that the special license you
seek to marry has been denied.

I am not quite sure what you
believe I am to do about it.

Well, plead your case.

Your Majesty, I assure you
nothing untoward has occurred.

It is only that we love
each other so very much.

While I was deeply flattered

by the attention of
your nephew, the prince,

I...

I simply could not ignore my
long-standing affection for the duke.

You see, Your Majesty, it
was love at first sight.

It was not, Your Majesty.

The young lady flatters me,

but it was not love at
first sight for either of us.

There was attraction,
certainly, at least on my part.

But Miss Bridgerton thought me
presumptuous, arrogant, insincere.

All fair, really.

And I thought her a prim young
lady barely out of leading strings.

Not to mention the
sister of my best friend,

and so romance was entirely out
of the question for both of us.

But in so removing it,

we found something far greater.

We found friendship.

You see, Miss Bridgerton and I

have been fooling all
of Mayfair for some time.

We have fooled them into
thinking we are courting...

when really, all along,

we simply enjoyed each
other's company so much

we could not stay away from one another.

I have never been a man that much
enjoyed flirting, or chatting,

or, indeed, talking at all.

But with Daphne...

Miss Bridgerton...

conversation has always been easy.

Her laughter brings me joy.

To meet a beautiful woman is one thing,

but to meet your best friend
in the most beautiful of women

is something entirely apart.

And it is with my sincerest apologies,

I must say it took
the prince coming along

for me to realize I did not want
Miss Bridgerton to only be my friend.

I wanted her to be my wife.

I want her to be my wife.

And so I plead with you...

not to make us wait.

Simon...

You are wise...

or perhaps unusually lucky
to understand friendship

to be the best possible
foundation a marriage can have.

Even if that foundation should
crumble as quickly as it was built.

I shall like to offer you
the choice, Miss Bridgerton.

Do you wish to marry this man?

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered to join together

this man and this
woman in holy matrimony.

It is said that marriage hath in it

less of beauty but more of
safety than the single life.

... in the name of the Father, of
the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

It was such a beautiful
wedding. Thank you for having us.

Your Grace.

I suppose congratulations are in order.

We being friends, after all.

I do hope you will remember my kindness

in keeping secrets and repay me someday.

Enjoy your triumph, Your Grace.

What about him?

He seems...

pleasant.

Or him.

Kind eyes.

A fine enough husband, I think.

Pen, I neither know nor have
time for any of these men.

Now, where is Colin?

You can choose anyone but him.

He is my friend, Marina.
I have known him forever.

And I do not want him to
be tricked and deceived

into a lifelong commitment.

You must not do this to a good man.

Well, should I perhaps
entrap a bad man, then?

Perhaps you would find it acceptable

for me to live my life with a man
who treats me like a mere beast?

- No, I only mean...
- What am I to do, Penelope?

I will be a good wife to Colin,

and he a good husband and father...

however young and
well-liked by you he may be.

Miss Thompson, you will
be delighted to know

that Lord Rutledge is
no longer available.

He is engaged as of this morning.

That is...

How terrible.

Best hope that whatever you have planned

for Mr. Bridgerton actually works.

It is your last hope.

Oh!

- I should...
- As should I.

I am beginning to feel a bit faint.

Perhaps you know of a more private place

where I might catch my breath?

Certainly, Miss Thompson. Please.

Hmm.

This is much more
comfortable. Thank you.

Though it is still quite loud.

Oh, of course.

- We should not be alone in here.
- No, we should not.

Hmm.

I can hardly believe I am saying
this, but we cannot go further.

You are a lady,

and I must maintain your honor and mine,

no matter how... tempting otherwise.

- Have I offended you?
- No.

You are right.

I am a lady.

I am unmarried.

And you...

You are...

a gentleman.

Then marry me.

I know we have only known each
other a short while, but...

Well, would you want to
marry me, Miss Thompson?

I would be delighted to marry you!

- What are we waiting for?
- My thoughts exactly.

We will marry by the end of the season.

- It's a rather long engagement.
- Or simply romantic.

You deserve a grand wedding. Our
families will need time to plan.

It will be wonderful, I promise you.

But let us not say anything now.

It is my sister's day.

Of course.

Your Majesty.

I must say, I am honored and
most grateful for your presence.

And I must say, I hope
you made the right choice.

Well, either way,

I suppose you will enjoy your
wedding night, at the very least.

Yes, you certainly enjoy
spreading secrets, do you not?

Dear child, have you lost your
wits? Everyone enjoys secrets.

Otherwise, why would Lady
Whistledown's paper be so successful?

I am flattered by your accusation,

but it is simply not true.

Though, when you unmask the writer,

do let me know.

You believe Whistledown is Lady Danbury?

Your Majesty.

What evidence have you gathered?

You would like to know...

what evidence I have gathered

in my investigation of Lady Whistledown?

Are you requiring your
queen to ask again?

Oh...

Tell me what you know.

Well, I believe her a widow.

She obviously has the financial means...

- A most enjoyable party.
- Indeed.

Um, Bridgerton... Um...

- The other night...
- What happened the other night?

I do not believe
anything happened at all.

Ah...

Very well.

Ah, dearest... I believe
you know Mr. Bridgerton.

My wife, Mrs. Lucy Granville.

It is a pleasure, Mr. Bridgerton.

Mm.

I spoke to the duke.

That makes one of us.

He refused your dowry.

Is this your attempt
to raise my spirits?

He refused for your benefit, sister.

I shall put the money in trust,
so you may use it how you see fit.

For your children, perhaps.

Certainly, you two will
have a brood large enough

to put Mother's to shame.

- What? Is something wrong?
- I am...

This is all... I must
take a moment. Excuse me.

I know it must be difficult
to be leaving this house.

I have many memories here.

And you will make new
ones with your husband.

Ah, my husband.

Seems so strange to
finally be able to say that.

I suppose I have put this
conversation off for as long as I can.

On my wedding day,

I insisted Cook bring out
round after round of food,

in part because I did not want
the celebration to end, but...

if I must confess,

I was also quite apprehensive...

of my wedding night.

In fact, I was quite full by
the time we got to Aubrey Hall.

I certainly do not recommend that.

Well, what do you recommend, Mama?

I know you and the duke...

Well, whatever took place
between the two of you...

You may very well know
some things already.

I know nothing, I assure you.

Well, there are some
things you ought to know.

Some things that will happen

that involve you and your husband...

The duke, obviously.

Well, he... You see...

the marital act,

which, now that you are
married, you may perform...

If it is this difficult to discuss,

how difficult must it be to perform?

It is not, dearest. It is most natural.

Much in the way that rain
soaks a field in autumn,

and in spring, flowers grow.

When you were younger, do you remember,

we had two hounds in the country?

- Bassets, in fact.
- That is right.

Well, no one explained it to them...

but there were puppies.

I see. So...

So, this act, it is
performed to have children?

Yes!

But...

what if the duke and
I cannot have children?

Does that prevent us from
performing this act at all,

from even having a wedding night at all?

Dear, is this your concern?

Daphne, the two of you
care for each other deeply.

When all is said and done,

nothing else matters.

There is no reason to be concerned.

I still have so many questions, Mama.

- They are bringing the carriages around.
- It is time.

Perhaps I can come with you. I've
always wanted to live in a castle.

If Daphne is going to take anyone
with her, Gregory, it will be me.

The two of you are staying here

until our dear sister allows us a visit.

You mean if she allows us a visit.

I'm sure you'll enjoy
the peace and quiet.

I am going to miss all of you terribly.

Even me?

Even you.

I have a present for you.

It is upstairs, made of four
walls and a very comfortable bed.

I suppose the light in
your room is quite pleasant.

I know we could not
be any more different,

but there is one thing we do share,

the certainty that you will
make your own way in this world.

I am sure of it, Eloise.

- Write to me as soon as you arrive.
- Of course, Mama.

You are going to be a wonderful duchess.

We should reach the
inn before nightfall.

The inn?

Clyvedon is much too far a journey,

and the roads are not safe after dusk.

We need to rest before
continuing on in the morning.

So we will be spending our
wedding night at the inn?

Why...

I should have told you.

Not at all.

I do hope everything is to your liking.

Should you require anything
else at all, please let me know.

Ah, here we are.

Your room, Your Grace,
is just over here.

I requested a separate room.

Yes.

- Should I...
- Yes.

Yes.

We should go down to dinner.

Daphne? I...

Are you not hungry? The food
is excellent here, I assure you.

- The last time I visited...
- I do not want any dinner!

I have spent the last three days
wanting to be alone with you,

wanting to talk to you, wanting to know.

I understand that you
do not wish to see me,

that you would prefer to
stay in your separate room

and endure a wordless dinner together
on our wedding night, but I...

- That is not what I would prefer.
- Simon...

You are mistaken.

- You have avoided my presence.
- In order to allow you your liberty.

You have said all but a few words to me.

In order to keep myself
from saying the wrong things.

You've barely been able
to look me in the eye.

I could not bear witness to
the misery I have caused you.

You did not...

I am the one who trapped
you into this marriage.

I trapped you.

I have spent the last
three days in agony...

unable to talk to you,
unable to be alone with you,

because I knew you wanted
nothing to do with me.

And understandably so,

after forcing you to make
an unimaginable sacrifice.

You wanted a life with
children, a family.

You wanted a life with
a man you truly knew.

You wanted a love match, and yet...

And yet...

this could not be any more different.

Is that what you hoped to say?

I shall join you for dinner momentarily.

Everything I told the queen was true.

I cannot stop thinking of you.

From the mornings you ease,
to the evenings you quiet,

to the dreams you inhabit...

my thoughts of you never end.

I am yours, Daphne.

I have always been yours.

I...

I do not understand.

I do not know how to be any more clear.

- Do not get angry.
- I am not angry. I...

You look angry and bothered. Look
at you, you are downright flushed.

- Yes, that is what happens.
- When one is angry.

When one burns for someone
who does not feel the same!

You...

burn for me?

Why do you think I followed
you into that garden?

Why do you think I
went into that garden?

If you would have only
looked at me this week

for longer than two
seconds, you would have seen.

It is you I cannot sacrifice.

I burn...

for you.

What are you...

- Simon?
- Do you want me to stop?

No.

Do you want me to stop?

I want to show you more.

More?

Did you touch yourself...

like we talked about?

Show me.

I...

I cannot.

Tell me what you thought
about when you were alone.

I thought about...

Simon, I need you closer.

This may hurt a moment.

I thought about you.

When I touch myself, I
always think about you.

How do you feel?

I feel...

I feel...

wonderful.

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