"you have no idea what it is like to be in a room with someone you cannot live without, and yet still feel as though you are oceans apart."
Sevyn was born in the slums of England, beginning to dance at age two, she was discovered by Henry Granville...
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••• "had to go on dreaming.
had to try to give your life some meaning, still you fail.
how dare you think there's a place in his heart for you." •••
July, 1813
Sevyn knew Daphne's mind was in another dimension, for even on the night prior to her wedding, she caught her moseying around the Bridgerton Gardens barefoot.
She had agreed to stay with the bride-to-be that night, to help prepare her for her day, but could not ignore the rustling coming from outside her window.
Tying the strings to the top of her nightdress, she followed her friend into the gardens, letting out a meek and tired, "Daphne?"
The girl gasped, obviously spooked by Sevyn's unexpected appearance. "Sev." She seemed thankful to see it was just her.
"Is everything all right?" She asked cautiously, folding her arms over her chest to brace the cold night air.
"I can not sleep." She stated. "It is quite late for you to be up, too." She pointed out, raising her eyebrow to exploit her confusion, "is it not?"
"You woke me up." She retaliated, seeing the girl quickly look to her feet. "Look," she sighed. "If you are worried about the wedding-"
"I am not-" the girl quickly cut her off. "It is not the wedding I worry about." Receiving a quizzical glance from the younger woman, Daphne quickly added, "the Duke."
"Simon?" Sevyn asked cautiously, eyes narrowing, "has he asked to beg off?" She spat, swearing if Simon had pulled something idiotic, he would be called out for it.
"No." She quickly responded, seeing the fire burning inside the girl, ready to explode any moment. "But he may wish to."
Sevyn could sense the girls sadness, and it seemed to cut her like a knife. Leading her to sit on the ground, she explained that "every man entertains doubt before the day, I rather think," Daphne motioned her to continue- always having been able to seek comfort within the girl lower timbre. "But it does not signify." She sighed, grabbing Daphne's hand, "he will be a good husband to you." She smiled, "a good father as well." With a quivering inhale, Daphne began to expose all that had been bothering her, "Daph?"
"He cannot have children." Sevyn's eyes widened, knowing how desperate the Bridgerton was to have children of her own. Since they were children, she had always been adamant of playing house. She had been the mother, and Colin, Sevyn and Eloise had been her children. It was quite a fond memory, but the sudden news turned it ice cold. "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."
