"In a town filled with ambitious mamas and fortune-hunting gentlemen, marrying above one's station is an art form indeed. But, Miss Daphne Bridgerton's advance from future duchess to possible princess is an achievement that even this jaded author must applaud."
Delilah followed closely behind her friend up the stairs of the Bridgerton home. She had not spoken to Daphne despite her transgression from the duke to the prince. However, Daphne didn't seem keen to talk either. The two girls walked in silence.
"Is it true? Am I to be the sister of a princess?" Hyacinth asked.
Delilah looked over with a hard smile, she hoped she was not the only one concerned with Delilah's sudden change in interest.
"Calm yourself," Delilah said softly.
Daphne turned to her sister, "I am not yet engaged to the prince."
"Will you wear a crown?" Hyacinth asked again.
Daphne picked her skirts up as she ascended the stairs, "Perhaps for special occasions, but only if I should marry the prince."
"Will you have to learn Russian?"
Delilah turned to Hyacinth with a sigh, "It is German," She then spared a glance at Daphne. "Perhaps she will, however, but only if she were to marry the prince."
Delilah caught Daphne's eye. Tension, they hadn't ever had big arguments. But Delilah knew Daphne would never truly be happy with the prince, even if she had yet to acknowledge that.
Hyacinth followed the girls closely, "Will you have to move to a castle far, far away?"
"Should you not be off with your governess somewhere?" Daphne sighed looking at her youngest sister behind them before closing the door once Delilah had come in.
Hyacinth stood right by the door for another moment, however, "I should. My governess has the very same questions as me!"
Daphne groaned inwardly and sighed, taking a breath before looking over at her friend. Delilah only laughed and let herself collapse onto Daphne's bed. They weren't truly mad at each other.
Delilah looked over with teasing eyes, "Will you wear sparkly dresses?"
"Lilah!"
Delilah watched her friend smile for another moment, then catch her reflection in the mirror. There on her neck, the prince's gift sparkled. Even though she tried to make it seem like she wanted to be with the prince, it was a lie. A lie that Delilah and hopefully everyone else saw.
"Though this author cannot dismiss the Duke of Hastings quite so soon. He may have let the diamond slip through his fingers for now, but I shall wager he is not a man to ever hide from a fight."
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Season's Feather
FanficDaphne Bridgerton might have been the 1813 debutant diamond, but she wasn't the only miss to stand out that season. Behind her was a close second, her best friend, Delilah Silvester. The only daughter and child of the Silvester family. With her moth...
