Though filled with trial and tribulations, Daphne had finally gotten to the altar with you at her arm. First her brother's vehemence against you and her being together and then your own wish for Daphne to have more than you could provide. Daphne pushed through it all for the love and passion she felt when she met your gaze.

The wedding was intimate. Held at the Bridgerton ancestral home, Aubrey Hall, it was only Daphne's own family and your godmother, Lady Danbury, in attendance. In truth it was all Daphne had needed, her attention was held elsewhere. Your eyes. Your hand as you gripped her's. Your flushed cheeks where she wished to brush her fingers. You were what she really wanted.

Daphne smiled softly as she combed her fingers through your fluffy hair, admiring your features in the dying light of the fire. The night had been magical and even though her bones felt heavy, Daphne didn't want to slip off to sleep just yet. "Do not sleep yet, darling."