Daphne moved through the day, her heart heavy with the tedium of suitors vying for her attention. Each morning, she dressed in her finest gowns, adorned herself with sparkling jewels, all in the hope of catching a glimpse of the Duke. But today, like every other day, he was nowhere to be seen.

Her heart sank further as she faced the reality of selecting a potential partner for tonight's ball. Tradition dictated that she would spend a few days with her chosen companion, getting to know him before moving on to the next suitor. It was a method to ensure thoughtful decisions in choosing a husband, preventing any rushed misjudgments.

Yet, this process was agonizing for Daphne. Each conversation with her suitors felt like a chore, their words blending into a monotonous blur. Despite their obvious adoration for her, none stirred her heart. It all felt like a duty she just had to go through, rather than a pursuit of love.

Deep down, Daphne knew the reason for her disinterest. She had already found someone who set her heart aflame. The memory of the Duke lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of what she truly desired. But she couldn't wait forever for a man she barely knew, no matter how enchanting their brief encounter had been. If he truly wanted her, he should have been here, competing for her affection, vying to be her partner for tonight's ball and beyond.

As Daphne struggled with her thoughts, another suitor entered the room. He was unlike the others, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. Lady Bridgerton, stationed near the door, immediately recognized him and curtsied. "Your Majesty."

It was Prince Friedrich. His royal presence was undeniable, yet there was something more—an edge that commanded respect and hinted at untold depths. His gaze, however, was fixed beyond Lady Bridgerton, towards Daphne, who sat lost in thought.

Lady Bridgerton followed his line of sight and realized that her daughter was the object of his intense scrutiny. "Have you come for my daughter, Your Majesty?" she asked, gesturing towards Daphne.

"Yes. May I?" the Prince inquired, seeking permission to approach.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Lady Bridgerton replied, stepping aside to clear his path.

Prince Friedrich walked towards Daphne, captivated by her angelic presence in a sky-blue dress. She remained unaware of his approach, her mind still adrift.

"Miss-" Prince said.

Daphne snapped back to reality, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Miss Bridgerton, I'm Prince Friedrich of Prussia," he announced softly.

She glanced at her mother, who gestured for her to curtsy. Rising quickly, she performed the curtsy.

The Prince reached out to hold her arm. "There's no need."

"But, Your Majesty—" Daphne began, her voice faltering.

"May I ask you a favor?" Prince Friedrich's voice was gentle, yet commanding.

Daphne found herself entranced by his aura. He was every bit as handsome as the rumors suggested, though his demeanor was unexpectedly gentle. She had anticipated a rough, imposing figure, but the man before her was a gentleman.

Her mind, however, remained preoccupied with thoughts of the Duke and the impending selection. The hardest choice lay before her. Realization dawned that perhaps the Prince sought to be her selected partner for the week. Given the Duke's absence, the Prince seemed the best option.

"Yes, I'd be pleased," Daphne replied, her voice steady.

A subtle smile graced the Prince's lips. He knelt before her, presenting a diamond-studded box with a precious emerald ring inside.

"How would you like to rule the kingdom of Prussia alongside me?" he proposed.

Daphne's heart plummeted. The fleeting smile vanished from her face as she processed the proposal. Here was a Prince offering her a future of power and prestige, yet her heart was currently battling between finding a partner and her newfound feelings for the Duke.

A massive dilemma now weighed on her. The decision loomed larger, more complex than ever.