Simon: We should go down to dinner.

[Daphne sighs deeply] 

Simon: Daphne? I… Are you not hungry? The food is excellent here, I assure you. The last time I visited…

Daphne: I do not want any dinner!

[deep breath] 

Daphne: I have spent the last three days wanting to be alone with you, wanting to talk to you, wanting to know. I understand that you do not wish to see me, that you would prefer to stay in your separate room and endure a wordless dinner together on our wedding night, but I--

Simon: That is not what I would prefer.

Daphne: Simon 

Simon: You are mistaken.

Daphne: You have avoided my presence.

Simone: In order to allow you your liberty. 

Daphne: You have said all but a few words to me. 

Simon: In order to keep myself from saying the wrong things. 

Daphne: You've barely been able to look me in the eye. 

Simon: I could not bear witness to the misery I have caused you. 

Daphne: You did not… I am the one who trapped you into this marriage. 

Simon: I trapped you. I have spent the last three days in agony, unable to talk to you, unable to be alone with you, because I knew you wanted nothing to do with me. And understandably so, after forcing you to make an unimaginable sacrifice. You wanted a life with children, a family. You wanted a life with a man you truly knew. You wanted a love match, and yet-- 

Daphne: And yet… this could not be any more different. Is that what you hoped to say?

[exhales sharply] 

Daphne: I shall join you for dinner momentarily.

[sighs tremulously] 

Simon: Everything I told the queen was true. I cannot stop thinking of you. From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit… my thoughts of you never end. I am yours, Daphne. I have always been yours. 

Daphne: I… I do not understand. 

Simon: I do not know how to be any more clear.

Daphne: Do not get angry.

Simon: I am not angry. 

Daphne: You look angry and bothered. Look at you, you are downright flushed.

Simon: Yes, that is what happens.

Daphne: When one is angry. 

Simon: When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!

[Simon sighs] 

Daphne: You… burn for me? 

Simon: Why do you think I followed you into that garden? 

Daphne: Why do you think I went into that garden? If you would have only looked at me this week for longer than two seconds, you would have seen. It is you I cannot sacrifice. I burn… for you.

[soft romantic music plays]

[both breathing passionately]

[whispering] What are you…

Daphne: Simon?

Simon: Do you want me to stop? 

Daphne: No. [gasps] 

Simon: Do you want me to stop? I want to show you more. 

Daphne: More?