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Dearest gentle reader,

I must send felicitations

to the new Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

Congratulations and
stamina as they embark

on the most exhilarating
time in a young couple's life.

I am, of course,
talking of the honeymoon.

Is there a more romantic notion?

- To retreat from society together...
- Good morning.

- ... finally leaving watchful eyes behind.
- Good morning.

Welcome to Clyvedon, Your Grace.

It has been so long

since we have been
blessed with your presence,

but I trust you will find
everything to your liking.

I do not doubt it, Mrs. Colson.
I hope you have been well.

- Mm.
- May I introduce to you the Duchess of Hastings?

I am looking forward to making
your acquaintance, Mrs. Colson.

Thank you, Your Grace.

I have planned everything
to make you both comfortable.

First, a light meal,
served on the terrace.

Then a tour to show you all the
improvements I have made. Then...

I am sure it will be most diverting,

but I am afraid it will have to wait.

I have plans of my own for my new bride.

Mm.

Mm.

I want to show you the bedroom.

Yours or mine?

You truly believe we are
to have separate rooms?

I should think not.

Stop! They shall see!

Whatever will they think?

Does it matter?

While this author, along
with the rest of the ton,

will certainly miss its
most-remarked-upon couple

back in London,

perhaps we might find solace

in the promise of the duke and duchess

returning to us bearing a surprise.

I wonder what Daphne is
doing at this very moment.

I am sure she has many new
duties to attend to as duchess,

things you should be
learning for your debut.

Making simpering conversation,
pretending not to wince

every time a man treads
on my toes during a waltz?

- Eloise!
- I'm no good at those things.

I'll only make a fool of myself.

If you devoted as much time
to your deportment lessons

as you did to writing in your
journal, you might feel rather better.

And on that subject, in
preparation for your season,

it is time we lowered your
skirts to wear at home.

I have no time for a
visit to the modiste.

I am busy.

The queen herself has charged me

with discovering Whistledown's identity.

You would not have me cross
Her Majesty, would you?

May I have everyone's attention?

I would like to make a small
but important announcement.

I have happy news to impart.

I have asked Miss Marina Thompson
to be my wife, and she has accepted.

Congratulations!

Bravo, sir!

Did you know about this?

People are looking, dear.

Congratulate the happy couple.

You barely know the young
lady. What were you thinking?

I was thinking you'd respond like this

and how little I would care to hear.

Do you think this is a joke?
Poor Mother was beside herself.

Mother seems perfectly happy
to me. She congratulated us.

So, you compromised this young lady?

- Certainly not. I am a gentleman.
- Then why ever would you...

Why does anyone marry, brother?

For love, of course.

Look, I know you are still rather
green, and that is my fault.

I should've taken you to brothels
when you returned from Eton.

If this is a matter
of wetting your wick...

You are an ass. Do you know that?

This is what comes of
not sowing your wild oats.

Proposing to the first
chit you set your cap at.

Enough!

You insult me and my intended.

It is not my fault, nor Marina's,

that you cannot fathom true attachment.

- You are still a child, Colin.
- I'm older than Daphne.

- You were happy to marry her off.
- It is not the same.

- I know nothing of the sort.
- Then you betray your immaturity!

If I caused Mother discomfort
today, I am sorry for it.

I shall speak with her.

The truth is, I do not
require your permission

to marry Miss Thompson...

but I would very much
prefer to have your blessing.

Then I am afraid I must disappoint you.

You have...

in more ways than one.

I believe I now know the reason

why every mama of the ton keeps
her daughter in total darkness

about certain... diversions.

Mm.

Do you?

Should they have told us
what it was truly like,

however would we get
anything else done at all?

- I must go.
- Mm.

If I am to be duchess of all of this,

I must start learning
the lie of the land.

You are already duchess of all this.

And I look forward

to exploring that
particular land further...

Later.

Simon!

You said the duchy
was most intimidating.

Why not stay and lord it over this room?

You may find it a bit more titillating.

I do not doubt it.

But I suspect Mrs. Colson
shall always resent me

if I do not take her tour.

Then let her resent.

I shall do nothing of the sort.

My mother told me a lady is
nothing without her housekeeper.

I must make a good impression,

or nothing in this
house shall run smoothly.

Then I wish you well.

- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.

I have prepared the study
for you to work, Your Grace.

Jeffries, I am on my honeymoon.

The steward has left the
records in some disarray.

I cannot make head nor tail
of the estate's accounting,

and there are several letters

from farm tenants begging
an audience with Your Grace.

Very well!

If I must.

The castle was built in
1706 for Admiral Thomas,

a gift from Her Majesty Queen Anne...

For his military triumphs
against the French, I believe.

My younger sister Hyacinth is
something of a student of history.

Very well, Your Grace. Here we are.

The morning room,
where the former duchess

preferred to take tea with visitors.

My mama suggested I extend an
invitation to the vicar first.

- I believe she is right.
- Of course, Your Grace.

I look forward to
hosting our first ball.

But I believe it would
be prudent to wait

until after the close of
the London season, yes?

Indeed, Your Grace.

And I shall look at
redecorating this room first.

You wish to redecorate?

Certainly, Your Grace.

There is to be a fair
in the village this week.

I offered it patronage on your behalf.

Most thoughtful of you, Mrs. Colson.

Perhaps we might give the servants
some time off to attend as well.

There is much to be done

now that the duke and
yourself are in residence.

Ah. Well, even more reason to
allow them some respite, then.

Is that... ?

The former duchess, yes.

- She was beautiful.
- Thoughtful, too.

Most proper.

A perfect duchess.

Hmm.

And here is the nursery.

Your Grace?

- It is lovely.
- Mm.

Shall we move on?

I am certain there is much left to see.

Yes, of course. Let me
show you your grounds.

My apologies. I...

Are we expecting royalty?

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

The late duke preferred a formal table.

- But if you prefer...
- No.

No, never mind.

Mrs. Colson's tour
today was exceptional.

The gardens are particularly lovely.

I found myself in continual
awe of their beauty.

Is anything wrong?

You...

You are so far away.

Well...

Well, that is easily remedied.

It is no trouble, truly.

There, now. Much better, yes?

I thought perhaps to
redecorate a few rooms

but wished to talk to you first.

I'd hate to change anything
you're particularly attached to.

Then you may change it
all. In fact, please do.

Now, do not jest.

You must have fond memories...

or sentimental attachments.

After all, this has been
your home for many years.

Do what you will.

Paper the drawing room
in flamingo-pink tulle.

I am sure I shall love it.

You do know, you need not
dress so formally here.

Does this meet your approval?

Oh, without question.

Your Grace, should we...

go upstairs?

I have a better idea.

Where are we going?

Out.

Do you like this?

Tell me what you want.

I want...

you.

What?

Does that hurt?

When you...

No.

I feel as you feel,

absolutely wonderful.

Wait! Wait! Come here.

- Whatever will the staff think?
- Does it matter?

- Ah!
- Ooh.

Apologies, Your Grace.

Well, our activities
are quite... spirited.

I admit, I did not even
know it was possible.

I believed his physical inability

to have children would
preclude him from...

... Causing such
difficult entanglements?

Yes.

I am quite glad to say I was wrong.

He took your ribbon?
Did you take the ribbon?

- Dunno what you're talking ab...
- I saw him do it.

- I saw it in your pocket.
- It's not fair.

He does it every time.

- Just give it back.
- Gregory, stop!

- Good morning.
- Greg...

Morning, brother.

- Colin, your engagement is in Whistledown!
- Hyacinth!

What? It is!

- Very well. Everyone out, I think.
- Yes.

I did say I was sorry.

I suppose I ought to be relieved I
found out before Lady Whistledown.

Mother, I have been courting
Miss Thompson all season.

Perhaps you were so taken up
by Daphne you failed to see it.

I knew you were flirting with her,

but you flirt with
plenty of young ladies.

You always have, never in earnest.

- Until now.
- It is all happening so quickly.

I am not sure I have ever
seen you so solemn and serious.

No one ever takes me
seriously, except Marina.

I was not prepared to let another
of you fly the nest so soon.

Never fear, Mother.

You will still have your hands full.

Especially with Eloise.

Good luck with that one.

Do you think Colin will
introduce us to his friends?

- Some of them are quite strapping.
- I am sure he will.

I am sure all of our
fortunes are about to change.

Mm. Especially Colin's.

- You look very lovely today, Penelope.
- Do not mock me.

It pains me you should think
every compliment a mockery.

Do not pity me, either.

I do not pity you, Penelope.

I respect you.

You have been a true
friend since I arrived here,

and I rely on your continued
friendship and sympathy.

My continued silence, you mean?

You think so little of
me, I cannot bear it.

I never would have made my
way through this awful tangle

without your kindness.

Please do not tell me you regret it.

I would never bring scandal
on you or our family,

if that is what you ask,

but I cannot condone your actions.

I want you as my friend, Pen.

Can you not try to understand
and be a little pleased for me?

Marina? Time for the modiste.

We must see to your trousseau.

She is so lucky.

A whole new wardrobe
and a handsome husband.

Between the two of them, they
will make the most beautiful baby.

He is not the father, you dunderhead!

Oh, my goodness! I clean forgot.

Do not laugh at him! She
makes a fool of him already.

Ugh! You are no fun anymore.

Was I ever?

See? You will look so very lovely
with it pinned up next season.

No. I will look like
every other young lady,

except less graceful
and more bad-tempered.

Lady Bridgerton. Miss Eloise.

I understand we are here on
the matter of dropping our hems?

Precisely.

Lady Bridgerton! There you are.

Lady Featherington. Miss Thompson.

It is lovely to see
you, Lady Bridgerton.

You must call me Violet now, I insist.

Is this not just delightful,

to know now that our families
will be joined forever?

Yes, it certainly is something.

You must join us tomorrow night,
you, and dear Colin, and the viscount.

- We have so much to celebrate.
- I will certainly ask the viscount.

Perfect. Now, I shall need

to steal Madame Delacroix
away for a moment.

I do apologize, Lady Featherington,

but first there is the
matter of your account.

I was clear to your maid
that your line of credit...

Allow me to stop you there.

Our bills will be settled in full

as soon as you have made Miss
Thompson, soon-to-be Bridgerton,

her gown and the other
items for her trousseau.

I am afraid that is not possible.

Perhaps you might find another tailoress

more to your liking across town.

- Oui ?
- Madame Delacroix, that reminds me.

You have such a unique accent,

and yet I have never asked
where in France you're from.

My mother was French, you see,

and I am not fooled by your little act.

I would hate for the
other ladies of the ton

to learn they have
been taken in as well.

I believe Madame Delacroix
will be somewhat more amenable

to our requests now, Lady
Featherington. Très bon ?

- Très bon.
- Mm.

What is the prize for the winner?

Why, slaughter, of course.

Ahem.

As the duke has granted me the honor

of opening our village
fair with this contest,

it is after careful consideration
that I have decided...

that all three pigs have tied!

I hereby decree every pig such a winner

that none should be slaughtered.

They look lovely.

Look at those.

Why, these are delicious! We
must order some for Clyvedon.

Does your patronage extend
beyond pies, Your Grace?

The harvests on the farm have been poor,

and with the rents being tripled,

we are struggling to
put food on the table.

The rents tripled?

My steward did not inform me.

He hasn't shown his face
since your father passed,

God rest His Grace's soul.

He always gave his tenants
what they needed, unlike some.

Then it is a good thing indeed
that we are back at Clyvedon.

I am sure we can find a
solution to these difficulties,

and I thank you for bringing
them to our attention.

Your Grace.

Oh!

Oh, there, there, there,
child. No need to cry.

All is well.

My! You have a strong set of lungs.

They shall hear you
all the way in London.

If not all the way to France.

Oh, my goodness.

I must apologize, Your Grace.

Little Ada has just
discovered her own voice

and likes to use it as
often and loudly as she can.

Oh, um...

Oh, please, stand.

You should not be
stooping in your condition.

Well, it was lovely to
make your acquaintance.

Ada.

Oh!

Your Grace.

Mm.

What can we do about the farmer's
rent? There must be something.

I should have returned sooner
to see that things were in order.

I did not realize my absence
would be felt this way.

- Daphne...
- I hope that...

Please.

I only meant to say,

I hope it did not pain you too
much to see me with those children.

Pain me?

Daphne, I thought only of you.

You know, oddly enough,

when I am actually in
the presence of children,

I forget all about my own concerns.

They are the easiest
company in the world.

You are natural with them.

My younger sisters and brother.

Each one a mischief.

You know, my abundant
family will be good

for at least one thing in future.

Eventually, they will all marry
and have children of their own,

and we will have more
screaming infants in our lives

than we know what to do with.

You will be a splendid aunt.

It thrills me that you are satisfied
with our married life as it is,

just the two of us.

I have all that I want just here.

How did I earn such luck?

That I do not know.

Turn, please.

Profile.

Swish.

Swish!

Good. You have done well
thus far, Miss Thompson.

Tonight, I shall need to raise
the matter of a swift wedding.

I am...

very sorry.

But this plan of yours,
I find it wanting.

Deceiving Colin is one thing,

but being at close
quarters with his mother,

that is quite another.

Lady Bridgerton is shrewd.

She has had eight children.

Trust she knows when
she is being managed.

What were your favorite
pastimes in the country?

I enjoyed riding above
all else, my lady.

Please, you must call
me Violet now. Remember?

Miss Thompson is such a
proper young lady, is she not?

Have you traveled at all
beyond England, Miss Thompson?

It has long been Colin's greatest
ambition to travel the world.

Never.

Though it is now a great
ambition of mine as well.

I am sensing a honeymoon
in foreign parts.

What think you, Lord Bridgerton?

I would not like to speculate.

Yes, indeed. I believe a honeymoon

in foreign parts would
be just the thing.

Mr. Bridgerton, you
might even make the most

of this fine weather we've been having

if you choose to marry
sooner rather than later.

Colin is still very young.

I believe a lengthier
engagement would be prudent,

excellent weather notwithstanding.

Mother, have I told you Miss Thompson

is very accomplished at needlework?

She is quite brilliant.
Puts my sisters to shame.

I can assure you, that is not true.

You have not seen my
sister Daphne's embroidery.

In all honesty, it
is like a battlefield.

♪ Oh dear, what can the matter be? ♪

♪ Oh dear, what can the matter be? ♪

♪ Oh dear, what can the matter be? ♪

♪ Johnny's so long at the fair ♪

♪ He promised he'd buy me ♪
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪

♪ He promised to buy me ♪
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪

♪ Promised to buy me ♪
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪

♪ To tie up my bonny brown hair ♪

♪ And it's oh dear... ♪

Colin?

Might I have a word?

Pen, of course.

♪ What can the matter be ♪

♪ Oh dear ♪

It...

is a rather delicate matter.

I wish I did not have cause to raise it,

but I believe you deserve to know.

Is there something on my face?

Has it been there all
evening? It has, hasn't it?

Sorry. Um, go on.

I have wanted to talk to you
since the engagement was announced,

but we're always in company.

So, this is something about Marina?

Her heart belongs to another.

- What?
- His name is Sir George Crane.

He is a first son, a soldier.

They grew up in neighboring
properties in the country.

I am sorry, but I have
seen their love letters.

I felt you should know
before it was too late.

You really are very good. You know that?

Did you think that I would care

that she had fond feelings
for another before we met?

It would be rich of me,
considering I have flirted

with half the girls
in London at one point.

You misunderstand. This
was no mere flirtation.

Marina loves this man.
She loves him still.

And yet she is marrying me.

Trust me, Pen, do not fret.

I know my mind and Marina's.

We understand each other.

Oh. Have we moved the
party to the corridor?

You know, it is peculiar,

but the further I get
from that pianoforte,

the more like a party it feels.

Pen, your mother's asking for you.

Is anything wrong?

Is it my brother? He...

He was odious at dinner. I apologize.

I cannot stand it, Colin.

My own father does not want me.

Even the Featheringtons
cannot wait to be rid of me.

Fool that I am, I truly thought

that with your family, I
might finally find acceptance.

But it is no use.

- Even your mother is just being polite.
- That is not true, Marina.

I am your family now.

We shall make our own
family, you and me.

It is all I want.

It is all I want in all the world.

I wish we could be
married this very minute.

Then we could be alone together always.

I would never have to leave your arms.

- What if I told you there was a way?
- Colin, what are...

Scotland. Gretna Green.

I know it is mad,

but we could be married
within a matter of days.

We just have to make it to the border.

Anthony would be an ogre about it
when we first return, of course,

but by then, it would be too late.

We would be married.
We would be together.

You hate the idea.

I love it.

I love you.

Allow me a day. I shall
arrange everything.

- Ah. Here you are.
- Oh, good morning, dearest.

- The steward's books, I take it?
- Mm. I could not sleep.

Not even after last night's exertions?

Would you care to
break your fast with me?

I am sorry, my love. The
farmer in the village was right.

The estates have been
neglected far too long.

Wheat yields are down,
yet nobody uses the fields

for livestock grazing, or
rotate to a more plentiful crop.

- Is that not the steward's job?
- They're my tenants, my people.

The responsibility is mine.

Please, excuse me. I have been
staring at these figures all morning.

Of course.

I suppose I have a good deal
to occupy myself with today too.

Mm.

You know, I mean to visit
some of your tenants.

I might deliver some gift baskets and...

Are you missing home, Your Grace?

Do you think we have
enough for all the baskets?

Um, I should think so.

Your Grace!

Whatever are you...

I will have someone gather
those on your behalf.

One of the kitchen
maids or the gardener.

Was no one available to assist you?

There is no need to
trouble anyone, Mrs. Colson.

We have it all in hand.

Do you intend to collect honey
from the hives in person as well?

Oh...

That might be a little beyond me.

If you simply tell me
of your wants and needs,

I will ensure everything is in order.

I will ensure everything
is done properly.

- I shall keep that in mind.
- Mm.

Thank you, Mrs. Colson.

Mm-hmm.

Faith, she despises me.

She despises everybody.

Do not give it another thought.

Hello.

Would you like a basket?

There is...

A basket from Clyvedon?

Oh! A basket from Clyvedon?

There is...

Is something amiss?

Mama taught me it was tradition

for the new duchess to visit with gifts.

Well, I believe it is proper.

Should I have worn a different dress?

Or perhaps it signifies
I am high in the instep.

Your Grace!

Would you like a basket from Clyvedon?

There is bread and
honey for the children.

Oh. You are too kind.

I would gladly take one if
I had means to carry it home.

Then we are determined to walk with you.

Oh, no. I didn't...

- I insist.
- No. Oh, I...

- Perhaps I might ask your opinion on something?
- Of course.

Though, how I might advise
a duchess, I am not sure.

I feel that I have done
something to offend the village.

I know I am new to the role,

but I cannot imagine what
I have done wrong so soon.

- What?
- It was the pigs.

You said that all three pigs won.

At the fair?

I thought it the best
outcome for everyone.

It is tradition that
the winner is allowed

to supply pork to
Clyvedon for the next year.

It's a great number of pigs, indeed.

When you could not choose a winner,

no farmer won the contract,

nor the income to go along with it.

Simply speaking, you, um...

You snubbed them.

I will correct my mistake at once. I...

I had no idea.

How could you have, Your Grace?

What is all this?

- Simon?
- Steady...

- Is everything well?
- Ah, Daphne. Yes.

I'm setting up work in the east wing.

What's wrong with the study?

Careful! You shall have to excuse me.

Your Grace.

Mrs. Colson?

Do you have a moment?

I know I have made some
missteps since I arrived.

My mother taught me a great deal
about being mistress of a household,

but I am not sure either
of us ever imagined

a house as grand as this one.

Mm-hmm.

I am so very grateful for
your guidance, Mrs. Colson.

The truth is...

I fear the duke might not be
entirely at ease here at Clyvedon,

which is of course no reflection
of you or any of your staff.

- No. I... I quite understand.
- You do?

Master Simon...

Eh... I beg your pardon. His Grace...

His childhood was not always easy.

After the death of my late mistress,

the duke lived almost
exclusively in London.

Do you mean to say that
Simon grew up here on his own?

We did our best to take care of him,

to mind him as his
mother would have wanted.

Of course you did.

Mm.

The late duke must have
loved his wife very much

to have struggled so after her death.

Was it not a happy marriage, then?

It was strained.

He wanted an heir.

She wanted a child.

She kept trying long after
the doctors warned her not to.

Every month when her courses
came, it broke my heart to see her.

She was lucky to have you.

Everyone talked as
though it was her fault.

But how could they know that? It is
not always the woman who is barren.

Sometimes it is the
man's fault, of course.

Oh dear. I am afraid I
am speaking out of turn.

No. Not at all, Mrs. Colson.

Mm.

You were saying?

Well, I said to the duchess
what my mother said to me.

A womb cannot quicken
without strong, healthy seed.

And then, just as she was finally
blessed with Master Simon...

we lost her.

Why are you not dressed?

I told you we were dining with
Lady Gartside this evening.

Sorry, Mama. I'm not feeling well.

I ought to make you come along
to cough and splutter all evening.

It would serve Lady Gartside right.

She has been withholding a dinner
invitation from me, and now look...

Not a day after Miss
Thompson's announcement,

and they all come crawling.

Enjoy your evening, Mama!

Penelope, what are you... ?

- How dare you!
- Look.

Look at the signature on
Sir George's last letter,

and this one from many months ago.

- So?
- So, they are not the same.

The slant of the
lettering, it is all wrong.

- Penelope, I'm tired. I haven't...
- This one.

It was in a drawer on
the back of Mama's desk.

She or even Mrs. Varley
practiced George's signature,

but even they could not get it perfect.

That last letter, the one
where he broke your heart...

it was a forgery, Marina.

George never wrote those things to you.

He never denied loving you.
He never denied your child.

- Perhaps.
- Marina...

- Even if you are correct...
- I am correct. You cannot deny...

Even if it is true, George has
still not replied to my letters.

He has abandoned me,

while Colin has embraced me.

I thought you loved him.

George.

I was a fool.

This changes nothing.

Why is your bag packed?

Tell me you are not
going to Gretna Green!

Marina! What will you do when
Colin realizes the child is not his?

That day will come. He is not simple.

What I will do is live
safe in the knowledge

that my husband is a good and kind man.

He would never turn
me out on the street.

He will care for us both, come what may.

But what of him? What of Colin?

- You love him.
- What?

No, it makes sense now. Your
objections, your meddling.

You love Colin Bridgerton.

You know not of what you speak.

I believe I know so much
more than you, Pen...

of Colin, of the world.

If I am to be the executioner
of this childish infatuation,

then so be it.

Your love is an unrequited fantasy.

Colin sees you as you are

and regards you no differently
than he does Eloise,

or even little Hyacinth.

He sees me as a wife, a woman.

And as a woman, I must
make these difficult choices

for myself and for my child...

even if they hurt your feelings.

Working late, Your Grace?

Curse it. What time is it?

These books seem to have
taken possession of you.

Those people rely on
me to make a living,

to feed their families.

I should not have stayed away so long.

Why did you?

No particular reason.

Business in London.

But then I met this
impertinent young lady

with a right hook like
an East End prizefighter.

I am serious.

As am I.

- Simon.
- Daphne.

Ah!

- We ought to clean up for dinner.
- Yes.

I'll meet you in the dining room.

Your Grace! These are
the servants' quarters!

Where is Miss Nolan?

Your Grace, what is wrong?
You should have rung for me.

I need you to tell me something, Rose.

How does a woman come to be with child?

- Y... your mother...
- My mother told me nothing.

Please. No embarrassment.

Explain it to me, precisely.

It was such a simple solution.

We can increase the harvest

if the farmers plant turnip.

On my travels, I encountered
farmers who tripled their income

by no longer rotating crops,
and instead, planting turnip,

and then turning out sheep
to graze and remove the weeds.

Thank you, Your Grace!

And please send my
great thanks to the duke!

He has purchased us
several cattle for the farm

so that we may rear livestock
until the soil is fertile again.

Our fortunes have been restored.

Your Grace?

You may return to the house.

I wish to walk a while.

Are you ready for bed, my dear?

I believe I am.

Wait. Wait.

Daphne...

Daphne...

♪ I'm at the end of
the world with you ♪

Daphne...

Daphne.

Daphne.

Daphne!

Wh... wh... what...

What did you do?

I had hoped it was not true.

I had hoped I was mistaken,
but clearly, I was not.

- How could you?
- How could I?

How could I?

- You lied to me.
- I did not lie.

I trusted you.

I trusted you more than
anyone in this world,

and you took advantage.

You seized an opportunity.
And so I did the very same.

I told you I cannot give you children.

"Cannot" and "will not" are
two entirely different things.

You chose this for yourself.

You chose to lie to me.

I did not lie. I thought
you were prepared.

I thought you understood
how a child came to be.

You took my future from me, the one
thing I wanted more than anything.

You knew. You knew
that becoming a mother,

to have a family of my own one day,

you knew that was all I ever wanted.

I was prepared to die
on that dueling field

rather than marry you
and take your dream away.

I would have died for you.

You were the one who
insisted on this union.

You told me I was enough.

That was before I knew you.

Do you know, I even felt pity for you?

"Poor Simon," I thought.
"How it must pain him

to never know what
it is to be a father."

- I never asked for your pity.
- And I never asked for your betrayal!

- Daphne, I...
- You what?

You what?

You love me? No, you
most certainly do not.

You do not know the meaning of the word.

You do not lie to the one you love.

You do not trick the one you love.

You do not humiliate the one you love.

I may not know much, as you
have made abundantly clear,

but I do know one thing...

I know that is not love.

All is fair in love and war,

but some battles leave no victor,

only a trail of broken hearts

that makes us wonder if the price we pay

is ever worth the fight.

The ones we love have the power
to inflict the greatest scars.

For what thing is more fragile...

than the human heart?

Shh.

The bond between man and
bride is private, sacred.

But I must tell you,

I have learned that a
grave fraud is afoot.

What is it?

As if the Featheringtons did not
have enough to be dealing with,

Miss Marina Thompson is with child...

and she has been from the very first day

she arrived in our fair city.

Desperate times may call
for desperate measures,

but I would wager many will
think her actions beyond the pale.

Perhaps she thought it her only option,

or perhaps she knows no shame.

But I ask you,

can the ends ever justify
such wretched means?

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