Pemberley by Kirsten Bij't Vuur

Author:Kirsten Bij't Vuur [Vuur, Kirsten Bij't]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LopendVuur
Published: 2019-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

that with the window slightly open, then closed the window quickly and sat down himself.

Chapter 19

There was a bit of a lurch when the horses took off with a sudden burst of speed, and Frederick found himself trying his utmost to trust the solidity of Darcy's carriage and its tack and the sure-footedness of his horses, in order to enjoy the thrill of the experience. The scenery, a rather flat plain covered with heath on both sides of the road, flashed by and still they were gaining speed.

As Anne had described, at first it was as if the carriage rattled across every little stone on the road, but when suddenly that stopped the silence was almost eerie, for they were going really fast now, there should be a sound!

Prince George was almost ecstatic, was he one of those men who needed to do dangerous things every so often, only barred from actually doing them because he was heir to the throne? He didn't look especially reckless, he was not athletic at all. Nick was a more likely candidate for that, though he seemed rather aware of risks. They did have their need for romantic adventures in common, at least they used to have. Well, Frederick didn't wonder whether Nick would like doing this, he would. Probably from the box.

And then it was over, the rattling sound returned then slowed down, until they were back to a calm trot and then a walk.

'Thank you so much for taking me along, Mr Darcy,' Prince George exclaimed, he was indeed thrilled. 'That was great fun!' he added, almost to himself.

'I didn't know horses could run that fast, Darcy,' Frederick commented.

'They cannot keep it up for long,' his friend admitted, 'not this all-out run. In a trot they last longer than an ordinary team and they are quite a bit faster.'

With the spectacular bit of the trip over they soon turned back towards home, though through different villages to make the trip more interesting, as Darcy said. Frederick had to admit he hadn't seen a single view or village on the trip over, their conversation had been that intense. But he did not regret talking of music and horses and other less shocking things on the way back, the prince's frankness had rattled him more than he liked to admit, and he felt rather sorry

for the man, but also for his poor wife, who had been at the mercy of her parents all her youth, then married off to her cousin without having a say in it, and now she was undoubtedly a prisoner in a rich house while her husband lived with his one mistress, had several others at his beck and call, and still felt free to make eyes at other men's wives. Like Frederick's own, although by now Frederick knew the prince was not the kind to force women into his bed.

Apparently there were plenty who'd have him of their own free will. Maybe Princess Caroline would have done better to not have protested her fate by refusing to wash and showing herself off as an ignorant peasant girl.

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