Lady Danbury (to her son): You are Lord Danbury. And you will take your rightful place because you are entitled to it. And because you are my son. You are the son of Agatha Danbury, born name Soma, Royal Blood of the Kpa-Mende Bo tribe in Sierra Leone. You come from warriors. We win. Never forget that.
Lady Danbury (to Violet): What do we know of one another? Really know beyond pedigrees and widowhood? What do any of the women of the ton know of true friendship? It is all social chatter, marital schemes, and gossip. You opened yourself up to show me who you are. That was brave. We mothers and aunts and leaders of the ton, we spend our time endlessly matchmaking, talking of wooing. Of love. Of romance. But never for anyone mature enough to truly understand what any of it means. What it is to go without it. What it is to lose it. We are full of gossip and story, but as women, we are never the topics of the conversation. Lady Whistledown never writes of our hearts. We are untold stories. Yesterday, you told me something of your story. And I... thank you.
Lady Danbury: You are the queen. And this feels beneath you, but if you were not the queen...
Queen Charlotte: But I am.
Lady Danbury: But if you were not... your life here would be very different. Do you not understand? You are the first of your kind. That opened doors, so we are new. Do you not see us? What you are meant to do for us? I tell you to consummate. I tell you to become with child. I tell you to endure. For a reason. You're so preoccupied with whether a man likes you. You're not some simpering girl. You are our queen. Your focus should be your country. Your people. Our side. Why do you not understand that you hold our fates in your hands? Your palace walls are too high, Your Majesty.
Violet Bridgerton: It is my husband's birthday today. Was. Would be. Would have been. Edmund's birthday would've been today. I'm so sorry.
Lady Danbury: Why are you sorry?
Violet Bridgerton: He liked his birthday. He liked to celebrate, and I would make him hats. Out of paper. The kind of hats that had been made for me when I was a child. My father made me these birthday hats, and no one had ever done that for him, so I did it. I gave him childish birthdays, and... they made him so happy. I constructed these... oh, elaborate, wonderful hats, and he would wear them the entire day. He looked ridiculous in them. And we would laugh... I do not like today. It reminds me that there are no hats to make.
Lady Danbury: You are most fortunate.
Violet Bridgerton: Fortunate?
Lady Danbury: Yes.
Violet Bridgerton: I fear I must have misheard you. I am... I am fortunate?
Lady Danbury: You may not like today. But trust me. You are most fortunate.
Kate Sharma: What is clear is we are woefully unprepared to navigate this lion's den. I am sure Edwina's absence will only make her that much more desirable.
Edwina Sharma: It truly was a magnificent soiree, Lady Danbury. We are most grateful.
(Kate and Edwina leave)
Violet Bridgerton: Well, it would seem both of us may have our hands full this year.
Lady Danbury: Not if I have something to say about it. And as you very well know, I always have something to say.
Lady Danbury: I understand that you believe such subjects as love and devotion, affection and attachment, you find it all trite and frivolous. But have you any idea those very things are precisely what have allowed a new day to begin to dawn in this society? Look at our queen. Look at our king. Look at their marriage. Look at everything it is doing for us, allowing us to become. We were two separate societies, divided by color, until a king fell in love with one of us. Love, Your Grace... conquers all.
Simon Basset: I believe that remains to be seen. The king may have chosen his queen. He may have elevated us from novelties in their eyes to now dukes and royalty, and at that same whim... he may just as easily change his mind, a mind, as we all know, that is hanging on by one very loose and tenuous thread. So, no, I am sorry, Lady Danbury, we are in disagreement here. Love changes nothing.