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DARCY POV

As I rode through the night, my mind was racing, I was only briefly aware of the others tailing behind me. A group of servants and me has raced around the woods surrounding my estate, another group looking beyond its borders. As I galloped I kept relaying the night's events over and over again, trying to make sense to ones motives in stealing another's child. Unfortunately I came up with many, each as unlikely as the next. Tears rolling down my face, try hard as I may, I cannot put upon myself to stop them. My daughter, my first born, gone, into the hands of God knows who. I have failed her, my beloved and myself. I should be thoroughly shunned from the public. I was then aware of the others slowing to a stop.

"Darcy, Darcy!" I heard someone say.

I forced my horse to a stop, noticing its heavy breathing from the run I just had it gone through. I looked behind me and saw my cousin Fitzwilliam. I rode to meet him.

"Oh cousin, you have no idea how much your coming here means to me," I said.

"I am terribly sorry cousin; I am doing all my best in finding young Ms. Darcy. I even have all my friends and acquaintances keeping an eye out for any sightings of her," he assured me.

"Thank you," I said.

I stared at a large oak; its shadows look odd and deformed, not natural. I urged my horse onwards, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Come on Darcy," said Fitzwilliam.

I stopped my horse from going any further and headed the other direction, forgetting about what I had seen.

I rode hastily back towards my house, wanting to see my wife again and comfort her.

I cannot believe how easy and simple it was to steal this young babe. My client had said it'd be hard, but it proves to be no more of a challenge. How disappointing I should have charged for more. As I walked through the trees in the shadows of the trees I felt confident that none of the occupants of Pemberley estate will find me at this hour. It was also fortunate on my part for the young babe has stopped wailing and was back sound asleep. She truly is a beauty, how unfortunate of what will become of her. To be honest the master and mistress of Pemberley looked far better suited to take care of this babe than the ones my client has described. I was soon out of the perimeters of Pemberley and there were more trees surrounding us. I sighed again; luck was on my side tonight. I then heard fast, approaching horses. Hot in pursuit. I made haste towards the nearest oak, the shadows falling around my face. I listened intently, the horses stopped some way away, and there were two men closer to where I was hiding.

"Darcy, Darcy!" one called out.

Another horse, much closer came to a halt.

"Oh cousin, you have no idea how much your coming here means to me," one said, Mr. Darcy I take it.

"I am terribly sorry cousin; I am doing all my best in finding young Ms. Darcy. I even have all my friends and acquaintances keeping an eye out for any sightings of her," the other said.

"Thank you," said Mr. Darcy.

I peered behind the tree and saw Mr. Darcy stare right at me, my heart quickened its pace, and I was trapped. I couldn't run as they would see me. I prayed to God that he will not go any further. I did a quick peek behind me, and saw that Mr. Darcy had halted and gone in the other direction. Luck was surely on my side tonight. After waiting out, to be sure that no-one will hear of me, I walked a little way towards a lane and there secluded by a tall out building was a carriage, waiting for my presence. The door opened for me.

"Well done Henry, you will be much rewarded for this," said my client.

I handed my client the babe. At that moment my conscience has caught up with me. Although I could not say anything, I watched as the carriage rode off into the night, hoping the babe to be safe.

ELIZABETH POV

Throughout the course of the night, I was not able to sit still. I awaited news from my husband, by the front room. Georgiana, holding onto my hand, she too was tensed. Tears occasionally escaped my eyes, but I hastily swept them away. The doors then burst open, I stood up, imagining it was my husband, but it was Colonel Fitzwilliam.

"Oh my dear Mrs. Darcy," he said. "I came as soon as I heard word."

"Please Colonel, I beg of you to help my husband in the search party, I cannot bear-," I said urgently.

"Of course, I shall go right away," he said.

I watched as Colonel Fitzwilliam mounted his horse and rode through the night in search of his cousin. I walked to the window overlooking the front yard. Stay safe my Rose, be strong, I thought.

"Don't worry sister, my brother will do everything in his power to obtain young Rose again," Georgiana assured me.

I did not listen to her, as I was too preoccupied to the happenings outside. Torches were lit, a source of light in the darkness, the hounds were used to hunt the culprit, horses galloping everywhere. I did not know how long I was transfixed by the window, as I did not even hear the front door open with Colonel and Mr. Darcy coming in. My thoughts were distracted as soon as I felt arms around my waist.

"I will find her Elizabeth, I promise you," I heard my husband say.

I turned around, still enveloped in his arms.

"I feel I do not know what to do, I feel helpless, I – I -," I said, my feelings getting a better hold on me.

"Shh, my love, Rose is strong like you, a trait in which I assure you will help her survive through this ordeal" my husband said softly.

"I just want her back in my arms; she is not but six months old. She is still young and defends less. I just want her back Fitzwilliam," I murmured onto his chest.

"Soon my love, soon," Darcy assured me.

I stayed in the embrace of my husband, welcoming the warmth and the feeling of safety I felt.

The next morning, my uncle and father arrived to help in search for my daughter. They too were grieved greatly by the news. My husband went into town to extend the perimeters of his search. I did my best in not crying at all today, but I always find myself with tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. I often went back into Rose's room, trying to seek for clues or anything that could have become a miss. The window was still broken, the hot summer air blowing in. I set the crib upright once more, noticing some of its bars broken. The rope that had been found dangling from her room was taken to the hounds in hopes that they can find the scent. I sat in the corner on the rocking chair. As I sat in the rocking chair, I pondered at the many memories I had with my daughter on this chair. The many restless nights that had begotten me in calming my daughter from her night terrors.

As I sat in the chair, I found myself crying yet again, my heart aching for my daughter. It feels as though a part of it was ripped out. I could not get rid of the emptiness I felt. When I could no longer stand to be in the room, I went to the drawing room. My daughter's favourite blanket still lay by the window. I picked it up and held it against my nose, smelling it. The scent of my daughter still evident amongst the threads, I lay by the window wrapping myself within the blankets. Surrounding myself with the familiar scent of my daughter, for the first time throughout the course of the day I found myself falling asleep.

DARCY POV

I walked back into my house, exhausted from the night's events. Thomas my servant quickly attended to me. Gathering my things and already requesting for food to be brought immediately.

"No, where is Mrs. Darcy?" I asked.

"The mistress is in the drawing room sir," said Thomas.

"Thank you Thomas," I said, walking in the direction of the drawing room.

Colonel Fitzwilliam had not stopped his searchings. He forced me to retire home and get some rest whilst he continues his search and in an hour or two we shall exchange places and I shall continue the search. Once in the drawing room, I found my beloved asleep by the window, consumed in the blanket that belonged to our daughter, a blanket in which I have bought for our daughter from my travelling in London. It was of an emerald blue in colour, with intricate golden patterns along the sides. I stood before my wife taking in her appearance. She too looked exhausted, her eyes swollen from the night's crying. It pains me to see her in this state. I place a kiss onto the top of her head, then lifting her and placing her on the couch. She did not stir, thank God. I pulled the blanket around her, making sure she was covered in it. Though the hot summer air wafted in, I felt cold. I had bumps on my arms. Even beneath all of my clothes, I was cold.

Oh my daughter, where are you? I thought.

We travelled further and further away from Pemberley. The child deeply asleep in my arms, I fervently hope that my husband will be proud of what I've done. He must understand that I have only done this to benefit us. If they cannot have a child, I shall give them one, which will be the topic of all gossips, the envy of all by her beauty. She will be much loved in America, with her new parents.