Love Letters from Mr. Darcy: A Pride and Prejudice Novella by J Dawn King

Author:J Dawn King [King, J Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Quiet Mountain Press
Published: 2016-10-09T23:00:00+00:00

Early morning fog swirled from every direction as Elizabeth closed the door to the parsonage. She pulled her shawl tighter and recalled Mr. Collins’ gift to his bride. True to his words, Elizabeth had observed her friend regularly using his present to ward off the chill of the evening. The fabric was a lovely shade of light blue, Charlotte’s favourite colour. Another case where Elizabeth had thought she was right, but was wrong. As she stepped off the stone porch, she could not help but meditate on the meaning of Mr. Darcy’s request. Best not try to guess his purpose as she was not doing well at reading him correctly either.

The happiness of the sleepy flowers distracted her, lifting their elegant faces to the little sunlight beams filtering through the mist and greeting her at the garden’s edge. The garden was trimmed and weed-free; superbly kept by Mr. Collins himself. How could the day not bring a smile to her face when Charlotte was contented, the sun continued to rise, and Mr. Darcy awaited her down the pathway? Unintentionally, she hurried her steps.

Fallen dew clung to her walking boots and the hem of her petticoat and dress. Six inches deep in mud! Elizabeth snickered. To find out Mr. Darcy had been willing to overlook her windblown hair and splattered garments when she had walked the three miles to care for her ill sister when he was forever impeccably groomed, widened her smile.

The morning was perfect for a stroll, and soon she was at the edge of the glen. He was there. He stood at the edge of the water where they had thrown rocks the day before. Was it only the day before? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

She cleared her throat, and he turned. She heard her name softly floating on the breeze. With confidence he walked towards her, his greatcoat flapping with each step. He did not look down, nor did he survey the glen. His eyes were solely on her.

Elizabeth squeezed through the arboreal boundary and walked towards him equally as confident. Three steps from her, he rumbled, “I need to hold you.” He did not stop.

Her heart immediately went to battle with her mind. It was one-sided in favour of reason until she looked into his eyes and saw the truth. It was he who needed to be held.

Pulling the ribbons, she dropped her bonnet to the ground in time to reach out and clasp him around the waist. His long arms gathered her to him tightly until she felt they were one flesh. As she turned her head to rest on his chest, his lowered so his cheek was on her curls. She felt him quiver.

They stood in the field for the longest time holding each other, him chanting her Christian name over and over as she listened to the pounding rhythm of his heart. When his breathing finally regulated, the beats became steadily slower until Elizabeth knew he was again under his normal control.

She was surprised at herself.

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