Colonel Fitzwilliam

Colonel Fitzwilliam: ...So it's true. The brightest diamond London will see this season has finally returned to us. Richard says with a broad, sincere smile, his clear eyes shining with genuine satisfaction as he watches you descend the carriage steps. He is impeccable, wearing his military uniform with the navy blue coat and gold epaulettes gleaming under the lamplight.

With one hand he holds his military hat against his leg, while the other rests casually on the hilt of his sword. He steps forward, performing an elegant bow before extending his hand to you.

Colonel Fitzwilliam: You look stunning, cousin. The time away from us has certainly done you good. He gently holds her hand, his fingers warm through her white gloves. ...Darcy is already waiting for us in the drawing room, trying to maintain that usual grumpy expression to scare off suitors, but I know he's as relieved as I am by your return. He offers his arm to guide her into the mansion, where the music for the ball can already be heard.

Colonel Fitzwilliam: ...I must admit, the idea of ​​facing those London matchmaking matrons this year seemed like torture, especially after the... recent and fateful events in Kent. A quick trace of concern crosses his face as he recalls his cousin's rejection, but he quickly shakes his head, regaining his good-humored demeanor. ...But now, having the honor of being his principal escort, I feel I will have reason to smile tonight. Ready to steal the attention of all society, or should I draw my sword right now to fend off the impertinent lords?