A/N:

Hey guys, so I'm overwhelmed by the support this has received, however we need to discuss a few things. I love writing this story, I am aware some of you may have had problems with the past flashbacks, you are entitled to your own opinion. But, if your opinion is negative, crude, or implies anything concerning my own character or beliefs, I would ask you to stop. Think about what you type before sending it. Your words may be hurtful.

To the commenter who told me to be ashamed of myself, I am a feminist, a large portion of this story will be Elizabeth's redemption arc after her marriage. She needs to find who she was again and never lose herself from that point forward. In truth, this sort of this happened at the time, and happened frequently. Now I am taking my own liberties and plan to turn something saddening by many at the time into a time for hope. I want everyone to enjoy this story and to feel proud for who they are and not feel punished by others on this platform.

I am a Senior in High School and working a part time job on top of that, without a beta reader I do my best to edit, please forgive me.

To those of you who support me on this story in a positive way I thank you, it means so much to me that I can tell a somewhat compelling story and captivate all of you in the process THANK YOU! Diatribe over.

Letters and Lamentations:

Elizabeth and Darcy entered the music room as quietly as possible in hopes of not disturbing Georgiana. Her playing was joyful and energetic, filling the space with life. Georgiana soon realized her friend and brother had entered and rose to greet them.

"Elizabeth, how are you?" Her face full of concern.

"I am much better Georgiana. I cannot thank you enough for your help, because of your willingness to help me last night I stand before you alive and well, would you care to spend time together before dinner I have much to acquaint you with."

"Of course not, shall we walk around the park, are you feeling up for it?"

"I believe that shall be a great place indeed." Curtsying she said, "Mr. Darcy" he bowed in return.

Once the two were outside and away from the house they found a grove of trees with a bench to sit upon. Surprisingly it was Georgiana to speak first. "Lizzy, what is wrong?"

"Georgiana I do not know how to tell you this, but I must leave Rosings, soon."

"I know Aunt Catherine can be quite vexing at times, but I should so much like to be your support during this trying time for you. You mean a lot to me Elizabeth. I could not bear it if you left me." Her eyes were filling with tears.

"Georgiana, I must leave before my stomach begins to noticeably swell." Upon seeing the shock in her young friend's face she continued. "I am with child and in order to avoid the gossips, I must return to my family in hopes that they will understand my present situation."

"Lizzy, I do not assume anything, but it is your late husband's child, yes."

"Yes Georgiana, please do not believe me to be that sort of person."

"But," she paused "I thought you did not care for him, how could you even become with child if you did not care for one another?"

"Georgiana, Mr. Collins did care for me in his own way, but it does not matter how this came about. I shall be writing to my Aunt Gardiner in London. I spoke to your brother and he believes that your presence would be a blessing to me at present."

"Does Fitzwilliam know about the child?"

"No, indeed. He does not. But I suspect he knows something the matter with what my marriage was. We, Mr. Collins and I were scarcely seen together. Mr. Darcy knows I kept books hidden from my husband. I would not put it past him to suspect the flaws within my marriage."

"Is there anyone else who knows?"

"Only my eldest sister Jane. But I cannot speak with her, recent events prevent me from doing so."

Georgiana was shocked by this news, poor Lizzy. How is it the sweetest, cleverest woman on the planet is put into situations such as these. She knew of Fitzwilliam's budding feelings towards her friend, although she was young she was not ignorant. She was greatly saddened with this news. "Lizzy, I should very much like to visit with you whilst you are in London. Was there anything else you wanted to speak to me about?" Georgiana noticed her friend's face redden, but not in vexation. Elizabeth burst into tears.

"Oh Georgiana, how am I ever to marry for love now, my hopes of that have been gone since my forced marriage. But, now that I am free from him I could have had my freedom, but now I must become a mother. I must raise this child on my own."

"Lizzy dear," she pulled her friend into her shoulder as her Aunt Matlock had done for her. "I am sure, things will turn out the way they should. I understand this to be a trying time for you, but I am here to ease your pain." Georgiana thought of her brother. The ton certainly would frown upon any match there, but would he? After what seemed like hours of Georgiana holding her friend they decided to return to the house. Upon which Lizzy began constructing two letters: one to her father and one to her aunt.

Dear Aunt,

Pray do not concern yourself too much upon receiving this letter. I must explain that certain circumstances force me to do so. While on our way home from Jane's wedding the carriage Mr. Collins and I were riding in fell onto its side. I survived, however my husband did not. I am presently staying at Rosings Park, but cannot live off Lady Catherine's charity for too long. I must ask something great of you, to take in your widowed niece.

To make matters worse, I have discovered that I am with child. I should not have to explain my reasons for not wanting to return to Longbourn after my parent's negligence and disregard for my own feelings are what let us to the present circumstance. But I cannot encroach on the Bingley's hospitality. I hope I may here back from you soon.

Yours Ever,

Elizabeth

The second letter she found much harder to write. Several drafts were taken up.

Dear Father,

I have requested to stay with the Gardiners upon my departure from Rosings Park. I hope you may understand not wanting to be near my mother at this time.

Elizabeth

She was about to have the letters sent out when an express had come for Elizabeth herself and it was from her father.

My dearest Child,

Upon receiving your letter I realized how I had failed you. You my child should have felt support from your father, you should have felt as though you could explain your frustrations and had them listened to. Because of my inability to protect you, you were nearly killed. I vow that shall never happen again. Your mother has taken ill with hysterics and complains of being thrown into the hedgerows now that Collins is gone.

I allowed you to learn from my library, but I never taught you myself. I should have been there for you, should have stood up to your mother when you voiced your concerns of the match. Instead I idly wasted in my library while you were miserable. I could see when you visited how much his presence had affected you. I hope you can forgive me. I want you to become the woman you were before he came into our lives, if you can and are willing. I know the memories will always haunt you, much like your unhappiness haunts me.

I would wish for you to return to Longbourn, but understand if you would rather live at Netherfield or with the Gardiners for a time. But before I close I want you to know two things: I love you with all my heart and I ask for your forgiveness with all that is left.

Your Father

Halfway through reading this she began crying yet again. She wanted to forgive him, perhaps one day she could, her heart wanted to, but her head was not yet ready. He needed to first take action before she could do so.

She crumpled the letter she had previously written to him and threw it into the fire. She took a sheet of parchment and began to write the feelings of her heart.

Papa,

How long I have wanted to call you my papa. I feel you are beginning to hold that place of importance in my heart yet again. I will not forget your previous actions, nor will I hold them against you, but I would hope that you listen to my feelings as I lay them before you.

Never have I felt so alone as I did that morning, that week even, when you resolved to force me into marriage with Mr. Collins. Here you were my father who was supposed to care for me, watch over me and protect me from harm. You sent me into a cage of carnivorous wolves without any way of defending myself. I was free, his for the taking. He took it and took it. Now I am left a widow at age twenty and with child. Praying that this child may not become the monster that was its father. And as much as it pains me to say it, but at times its maternal Grandfather.

I have requested to stay with my aunt and uncle. I believe they will grant me my wish. I do hope that your former negligence truly is gone, your other daughters need a father. One who will not tease them into submission. One who will guide, but not force. Give insight, but allow them the privilege to make their own choices. They are young women and must be given the freedom to choose for themselves. That was not a joy I was given, I hope they may not take it for granted.

Please take this to heart,

Elizabeth