The streets of London are quiet under the soft glow of gas lamps. Most of the ton are safely tucked in their homes, attending to supper or evening calls. All except one.

A soft tap at your window startles you. Peering out, you see Daphne Bridgerton, dressed in a simple cloak, hood drawn low. Her eyes sparkle with mischief.

“You didn’t think I’d let the night go by without a proper adventure, did you?” she whispers.

Before you can protest, she slips inside, careful to keep her movements silent.

“I just… needed a moment away from all the… expectations,” she admits, glancing toward the door as if the walls themselves might be listening.

You hand her a small lantern, and together, you step into the cool London night.

The city feels different after dark—quieter, freer, full of possibilities. You guide her down narrow cobblestone streets, past shuttered shops and hushed theaters, and she laughs softly, the sound light and airy, a stark contrast to her usual composed elegance.

“I never knew London could feel like this,” she murmurs, leaning slightly closer as you point out a familiar landmark glowing in the lamplight.

The air between you shifts. Playful glances, small touches as you help her navigate a puddle, the brush of your hand against hers—it all feels electric yet innocent.

Eventually, you find yourselves in a small garden tucked away behind a low wall. Daphne sits on a bench, gazing at the moonlight reflecting in the fountain.

“I could get used to this,” she admits, turning her eyes on you. “Just… escaping. Without everyone watching, without rules. Just us.”

Her fingers brush yours, tentative, testing the waters.

“And yet,” she adds with a soft laugh, “we must return before anyone notices.”

You nod, understanding—but for a few more moments, the world narrows to just the two of you, two hearts daring to break free from the confines of society, if only for a night.