Musical One Shots, Imagines and Preferences (Requests Closed)

My Dearest Love - Gentleman's Guide - Monty x Phoebe

Requested by @R00DL3S. Hope you enjoy! And sorry this was delayed, 5th year brings with it a ton of tests in the subjects I don't understand. The rest of the requests are coming soon, I promise.

Monty carefully patted Phoebe's back as she sobbed into his shoulder. He couldn't say he felt guilty about murdering Henry, in fact, he was borderline excited about it. But he did feel bad for Phoebe. She was a nice lady, and Monty really did like her, he just wasn't willing to give up his plan because he upset her. Although, he knew that he couldn't be with Sibella, so he may be able to marry Phoebe when he becomes Earl.

Phoebe sobbed into Monty's shoulder. The image of her brother's corpse was present in her mind, she suspected it would never leave. She was in such distress, but Monty was taking such good care of her. They had just met, but she really liked him. He was being so kind to her, and they had a lot in common. She just hoped that, after all this, he would still visit her, and maybe he would feel the same way she was feeling.

Eventually, Phoebe calmed down, and her sobs turned into sniffles, then she stopped.
"Are you alright, Miss D'Ysquith?" Monty asked after a few moments.
"I am, Mr Navarro," Phoebe replied.
"I think I have to go, but I'll come and visit whenever I can," Monty said. Phoebe smiled at him. A small, sad smile. He smiled back, and left the room to travel back to Highhurst.
"I hope you do visit," Phoebe said to herself.

———

Time had passed since Henry's death, and Monty visited Phoebe at least once a week to make sure she was okay. This week was no different.
"Miss D'Ysquith, pardon me, Mr Navarro is here to see you," Phoebe's servant said. She thought for a moment. One one hand, she was feeling truly awful and didn't want to see or be seen by anyone. On the other hand, the thought of Monty made her smile.
"Send him in," Phoebe said. The woman left and returned a minute later with Monty.
"Miss D'Ysquith, how are you today?" he asked.
"I'm alright," Phoebe replied, "it's just awful what's happening to the family, isn't it?"
"It is," Monty said, with an unusual look in his eyes. He didn't look her in the eye when he said it. Phoebe just brushed it off. It couldn't mean anything.
"And Lord Asquith's funeral is tomorrow," Phoebe said, "poor thing. I wonder what happened to him."
"I don't know, haven't the foggiest, it certainly wasn't foul play," Monty replied, a little too quickly.
"I wanted to ask you if you would stay the night here, and we could travel to the funeral together in the morning," Phoebe asked. Monty smiled.
"Of course," he said, the odd look in his eyes replaced with an almost lovestruck one.
"I believe I'll be dining shortly, will you also join me for that?"
"Of course."

———

A few more days had passed, and Phoebe had been thinking about Monty all day. She couldn't stop thinking about him since he left. She kept thinking about what their wedding could be like, until she made a decision. Later that day, she was on he way to see Monty, in the hopes that she could marry him. She truly loved him, and hoped that he felt the same way about her.

One of Monty's servants showed her in, and she burst into the room to see Monty.
"Mr Navarro, forgive my intrusion, but I needed to see you today," Phoebe said, "Mr Navarro, I have arrived at a stunning conclusion, and I feared I would lose my resolve if I did not come here directly to say, I've decided to marry you."
Monty looked stunned, but Phoebe didn't stop talking.
"I've decided though Henry's gone that life goes on for me. I have thoroughly thought it through, and the man that I want is you," she said, "though, it's true, there are quite a few who who'd strongly disagree. Nonetheless! I will marry you. I confess that I'm frightened too... but unless I am wrong you long for love as much as I. This is quite unconventional, I admit, but why should that matter a whit? And if you do not say yes at once, I think I'll die."
"Miss D'Ysquith, you've rendered me speechless! May I call you Phoebe? Monty asked.
"Of course," Phoebe replied.
"When did this start?" Monty asked.
"Since we first met, I've thought of you every day," Phoebe said, "and I want to marry you. I'll be warned not to marry you. I'll be scorned if I marry you. Still! I've decided to live my life again! Who'd believe how my life has turned. After grieving I've quickly learned, their is nothing can bend the will like Half-Castilian men," Phoebe turned her attention to Monty again, "and there's goodness to spare in you, and a gentleness there in you. You have taken a wounded bird and taught her how to fly! This is quite unconventional, is it not? Rather a turn in the plot, and so, will I be your fiancée?"
"Phoebe, darling..."
"When I recall this day I think I'll cry," Phoebe said.