Hello to everyone! And here is my newest fic! My natures have been reversed, so I am no longer on a romantic kick. Instead, all I want is action, action, action! And that is exactly what this story is about!
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Tally-bally ho!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice. I do not own Darcy (unfortunately) or anyone else. No duh.
A magnificent carriage drawn by two high-spirited horses drove swiftly down the street. It elicited stares as it passed and headed towards the shore, but they were not only for the vehicle. Yes, the horses were well-matched, their paces smooth and high as they trotted. Yes, they drew a sparkling vehicle that, although it was not opulent, still showed that the owner was well-to-do, but most people's eyes skimmed over these objects and were drawn to the figure seated in the carriage. For he was a fine figure of a man, his face handsome and his bearing, even seated, one of nobility and strength. Dark, curly hair waved above the brow in the wind from the sea and from the swiftness of the horses. His green eyes were reflective, shining softly in his face. This softness was reflected in his lips, as a small smile graced them.
Many women sighed in his wake as he passed.
"Look at him!" they tittered amongst themselves. "Isn't he handsome?" "He must be rich; just look at his carriage and clothes!" "Indeed, I wonder what his allowance is?" "Oh, that he would look at me that way!" "Why do you suppose he is here?" "Probably to visit a lady..."
The whispers followed him as he went along his course, but him they talked of paid little notice. It concerned him little, plus he had heard it all before. But many of theses women were correct in some small way, for he was very rich, with 10,000 a year. And his errand was indeed to see a lady who was very dear to him, although not in the way the matrons might guess.
What a surprise this will be for Georgiana! he thought happily, causing the smile, so rarely seen, to again grace his lips. His affectionate sister often mourned that business so often took her brother away from her for long periods of time. But he had finished his business quickly this time and it had given him the gift of an extra two days with his sister. This will surely make her very happy, for she often wrote in her letters that she wished I could stay longer.
Although his thoughts were joyful, the man frowned, a swift shadow passing over his face and saddening his green eyes.
Sometimes, he sighed, I wonder... I know she loves me, but she fears me as well. I know she looks up to me more as a father than a brother...
Their father and mother both dead these many years and he being so much her senior, it was no wonder he took a father-like role towards her as well as a brotherly one. This had caused a slight wall between the two of them, a barrier that did not allow them to interact as most siblings did.
She gives me more respect than most sisters would give their brothers. Always she seeks my approval and sometimes I feel she is holding back from me slightly because she fears offending me... Still, what's done is done and she has grown into a beautiful young woman. Now, I just have to watch out to make sure no ill-intentioned scoundrel who only wants her for her money hurts her or breaks her heart...
As the carriage drew ever closer to the sea-shore, the man sat up and began to look eagerly around his surroundings. Calling out for the driver to stop, he jumped eagerly down and started down the path towards two figures, still a ways away. Drawing closer, he slowed slightly and frowned. One was definitely his sister, but the other was not her chaperone Mrs. Younge. In fact, as he turned his head, he could see Mrs. Younge sitting just a little bit further down the beach.
Then who in the blazes... The man's thoughts were cut off as a breeze blew the cloaks around. His eyes widened,
It's a MAN!
Quickly, he sped up his stride, practically jogging towards the two figures.
"He's standing awfully close to her," the concerned brother growled under his breath.
Suddenly, he halted his progress and came to an abrupt stop. They had turned and he could now see their profiles clearly. His sister was blushing, it was apparent in this light even from a distance. But that wasn't what had stopped him...
With a chill, he had recognized the man who was now raising Georgiana's hand to his lips. He knew that stance, that face. He even knew that satisfied smirk.
God damn it! he raged inwardly. What the hell is HE doing here!
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