If you can forgive me, tolerate me, love me ever again, I am yours. If you'll have me, wed me, fill my life with the memories we'll share together, I will follow you to the ends of the world. I can only beg that you le me indulge in my obsession with you where my love for you can be a strength to you. 
And finally, an explanation for you as to why this letter has taken so long to reach you; I needed the time to select the perfect ring because I wish, above all things, to marry you and be your loving husband.
Imploringly Yours, Daro
There was a ring box included, but Edwina hadn't dared look at it. She read the letter repeatedly, able to recite the entire thing exactly but still not able to process it fully. It was like her head and her heart spoke two unfamiliar languages and for the first time in her life, she felt graceless. So, Edwina did the only thing she could think of to do; she took the letter with her to Blair's room.
It was still early enough in the day that Blair hadn't absconded yet, but late enough that she'd actually be back from her usual late night carousing. Although Blair was Courting Earl Wignell now, she still enjoyed socializing at the entertainment houses and betting halls. Oddly enough, even Edwina had expected the Earl to be a good influence on Blair, but it wasn't like her sister was immoral, just rebellious. And considering how Edwina's own romance was trampling all over 'stodgy traditions', it'd likely be in poor taste to criticize now. 
Her knock at Blair's bedroom door was met with silence, so like a good sister, Edwina invited herself in; not at all surprised to find Blair still snoring heavily in bed. And because she was still trying to process Lord Daro's letter, Edwina moved almost stiffly across the room until she was standing next to Blair. 
"He sent me a private letter, begging me to marry him," Edwina was surprised to hear her voice sounded angry. 
"Huu," Blair snorted, head jerking up as Edwina suddenly roused her, "what? What's happening?"
"Lord Daro apologized, and then confessed his love, obsession, and verdant desire to be my husband," she handed her still half-slumbering sister the letter Daro had sent, "and there's this," she held the ring box up, still unable to peer inside. 
Blair was blinking bleary eyes, hair tousled into a golden rat's nest, and drool dried on her cheek as she read the letter, "my brain is not braining, are you happy, sad, or angry?" Blair glared at Edwina like it was her fault Blair wasn't a morning person. 
"I..." Edwina's mouth clenched shut and she pursed her lips, "I don't know." 
"Sit," Blair sounded more awake, and somehow amused. "I need a drink if I, the surprise virgin, have to deal with your night of debauchery."
"It's still breakfast time," Edwina objected instinctively.
"Not on the Southern Island, now shut up Eddy, and sit down," Blair toasted her with what had been a water glass.
"Pour me one too," Edwina's sigh was pure capitulation. 
"Not until we know if you're pregnant or not, we can't pickle the little bean," Blair shook her head no and Edwina's surprise left Blair laughing. "You can't drink, but you can think; so, use that pretty head of yours Eddy, tell me how this letter is making you feel."
Edwina clutched the ring box tightly, looking at the letter in Blair's hand but not needing it to see the words. "In one night, he'd given me the love I'd always dreamt of and a heartbreak out of nightmare. It's been a week, and although the marks left on my skin have begun to face, the ones on my heart still bleed. And then this letter, this apology and proposal and confession!"
Blair was giving her an amuse look, as if she already knew where Edwina's growing outrage would lead her. "How dare he? If he wanted to apologize, he can come do it to my face! And then he can propose to my face as well! I may want to marry that man but I will not let him get through it so easily," Now her sister's eyes twinkled with a likely urge to point out how easy Edwina had made certain things, "silence Blair, I need you to come with me, not criticize me."