Gentle reader,
A short chapter, but I promise a longer one coming. Bonus points to any commenter that can name another book I reference in the story.
Love,
RobinDesBois
When Darcy had imagined his tenure as master of Pemberly, it had not involved showing his wife how to use a pistol. If he had, he would never have anticipated how skilled she would be with it. Her first shot was only a few inches off the mark, and everything after that had been within half an inch of dead center.
"And you're sure you've never done this before, Elizabeth?" Mr. Darcy questioned after his wife's fifth perfect shot in a row.
"Certain, Will, though I do find it remarkably similar to a bow." Elizabeth laughed.
"Of course you've shot a bow. Your own idea, too, I presume?"
"Obviously. But don't tell my father. It was my agreement with Uncle Gardner that he would never know. I'm not sure why, I think he would take pride in having a daughter as skilled as I am with a bow."
"Knowing your father, I'm forced to agree with you. But you must to conceed, my love, it's not the most traditional selling point in the marriage market."
"And Lord knows you've heard them all."
"Indeed, I believe I have."
"Well, remind me later to tell you the details of Mr. Collins' proposal."
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"Too unconventional an unctuous for the serious Mr. Darcy!"
"More too offensive for the desperately, jealously in love Fitzwilliam."
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Which is why you should stay away from the secret passage this evening."
"Not a chance, William."
"You can't fault me for trying, Elizabeth," Mr. Darcy surrendered with a kiss.