Disclaimer: This fanfic is rated 'M' for adult themes. I do not own any of the characters of The Hunger Games or of Pride and Prejudice, although I wish I did.
Chapter 10:
"How unfortunate, considering I have decided to loathe him for eternity."
- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
It was written once that time heals all wounds. If only such words held any truth.
A month had come to pass since the first publication in the papers of the engagement of Annie to Mr. Odair. On the whole, the announcement was met with great celebration; however, not all shared the sentiment. Amongst the gossip circles, such news was met with disappointment and sorrow from the hordes of husband-seeking ladies and their mothers now that the pool of eligible bachelors was a drop shallower.
Seamfirth was once again bustling with energy and excitement in preparation for the upcoming nuptials. Upon the insistence of Mrs. Abernathy, the engagement had been short lived, and with the third and final Banns read, the wedding was a mere week away. Although it was in Katniss's opinion that the event was progressing rather quickly, she kept such notions to herself, not wanting to be—as Johanna had so colorfully dubbed—a perpetual stick in the mud. Not that Katniss's opinions mattered, life trudged on all around her nevertheless.
Despite her mother's plea for the procurement of a common license, Annie had refused, preferring to go the traditional route and not make a larger spectacle of her already public engagement. And regardless of Miss Odair's rather vocal petition for a large and opulent ceremony in the Capitol style, it was decided that the couple would marry in the country.
Worried that she would spend most of her wedding day wading through a sea of strangers, Annie had also put her foot down when the final guest list had been approved. Katniss had to admit, it had been mildly amusing to watch the two parties haggle over the details, finally agreeing to a day-long affair that would begin with the ceremony at the Town chapel, followed by the wedding breakfast at Seamfirth, and ending the day with a lavish ball at Seaforth Park.
At the start, Katniss had helped with the preparations whenever and however she could, for it kept her mind from wandering. An idle mind is the Devil's workshop, and idle hands his tools, her aunt had always cautioned. Thus, hours had been spent penning invitations, ironing out the details of the wedding breakfast menu with Ms. Sae, and when asked, voicing her opinions on the décor and floral arrangements. Albeit, most of her offerings fell on deaf ears.
Mr. Cinna had graced them with his presence soon after the initial engagement announcement for the design of not only Annie's wedding dress, but also a second evening gown for the ball. Mr. Odair had insisted on the extra expense and since then, Mr. Cinna and his team of seamstresses had made the trip to Seamfirth on numerous occasions for fittings and alterations. Each visit, Mr. Cinna had made the effort to sit with Katniss as they exchanged pleasantries and chit-chat over tea. He truly was an agreeable man who had a knack of putting her at ease with his gentle smiles and genuine interest when she spoke. Although she never dared to ask, a part of her had hoped that Mr. Cinna would share news from the Capital or more specifically, of Mr. Mellark. The two seemed to have a curious association that went beyond that of a customary business relationship.
With the wedding one week away, time was of the essence. Fleeing to the meadow to escape the hive of activity was no longer an option, thanks to the tight reign her aunt had on the comings and goings of the house. As of late, the second story parlor had become a safe haven, particularly the window perch. It was there that Katniss found solitude from the constant stream of visitors going to-and-from the house like a parade of marching ants. Some came to conduct business, some to extend their well wishes, but a staggering number were fueled by sheer curiosity for it was not every day a wedding to rival those of the Capitol would grace their humble town. For most folk, it filled their everyday chatter as for some it would be the most splendid affair they would witness in their lifetimes.
Katniss found it best to keep to her books rather than find herself underfoot of her aunt. The morning post had arrived not long ago, and with it, the first news in weeks from her dear friend Madge, or rather, the newly minted Mrs. Crane. In the instance of her friend, perhaps time did have a way of healing as Katniss was no longer distraught with Madge's decision to marry—in Katniss's judgment—a man beneath them both in every way.
One of the few regrets of her life was stubbornly choosing not to attend Madge's wedding. Her decision had been rash, clouded by her own pain and situation. Both time and guilt were enough to bring Katniss to her senses. Was it not in her friend's right to decide her own path? If she was content to settle for Mr. Crane and the life and security he offered, who was Katniss to object? Was the alternate fate of living the life of a spinster, forever at the mercy of her brother's good fortune and graces…was it really a choice? No, a life with Mr. Crane was a choice. A choice Katniss had come to accept for her friend.
A knock at the door startled Katniss as she signed her name on her response to Madge. The slip of her hand smudged a bit of ink that had splattered across the parchment. She frowned at the mess but upon glancing up, found Primrose leaning against the doorframe.
"Hiding in here now?" her sister mused before eying the papers spread across the small desk in their bedroom. "Good news from the new Mrs. Crane, I do hope?"
Capping the inkpot, Katniss nodded. "Yes, Madge is faring quite well. Like any new bride, these past weeks have been spent preparing her new home to her liking."
"What a luxury that must be," Primrose sighed.
Shaking her head, Katniss folded the letter and stood. "Yes, what better way to keep one's mind off a newly acquired husband than debating the pattern of the drapes or the color of the parlor rug? What a luxury indeed."
Katniss surveyed Prim's dreamy gaze as she stared off into nothingness. Clearing her throat, she nodded to the letter in Primrose's hand. "A letter arrived for you as well?"
"Oh, yes." Like the delicate song bird that she was, Primrose fluttered across the room to their shared bed. Perching herself onto the mattress, she stared down at her lap, fidgeting with the parchment in her hands. "It is from Lieutenant Hawthorne actually…" Katniss arched an eyebrow and waited. "It's just, well, at the ball he was so dashing and kind and not at all like the other men who…" Primrose paused again, uncertainty straining her features. "May I ask you a question, Kat?"
"Of course."
"Do you ever have feelings of…of regret? With regards to your decision with Mr. Crane?"
"Heavens no! Why would I?"
"Well, with his marriage to Madge and now Mr. Odair and Annie, I was worried that maybe you felt…left out."
Katniss grimaced, unsure as to what had brought all this about. "I can assure you I envy neither Madge nor Annie. Why would you presume so?"
Casting her a narrowed glace, Primrose huffed out a breath. "We both know your skills in subtlety leave much to be desired. I see the hurt in your eyes. Your forced smiles may have everyone else fooled, but never me." Primrose reached out to gently caress Katniss's hand. "I worry about you. It is as though the light inside you has been snuffed out. With all that is happening around us, I would not blame you for feeling selfish and understand how all the joy and excitement could turn one—"
"Into a bitter spinster who loathes all men?" Her sister's shocked expression had Katniss shaking her head. "I promise you, I am truly happy for Annie and as for Madge, I openly admit that I reacted terribly. My words were harsh and…and it was wrong. It was wrong of me to put my prejudice towards Mr. Crane over my respect for Madge's choice. I understand that now, which is why I have written to Madge that when she is settled, to send me a letter and I will visit them at their earliest convenience."
"So, then you would not have any reservations with me corresponding with Lieutenant Hawthorne?"
Perplexed, Katniss glanced down at the letter Primrose held tight to her chest. "What would that have anything to do with—?" She broke off with a gasp, and felt a peculiar stinging pain in her throat and swallowed the bittersweet taste of longing. "Prim, are you concerned that I will disapprove if you pursue this correspondence with Lieutenant Hawthorne?" Upon her sister's silence, Katniss dropped back down to the chair at her writing desk and sighed. "My dear one, what gave you such a silly notion? Was it not I who encouraged him to ask you to dance at the ball?"
"You did?" The flush on Primrose's cheeks lit up her face. "But…I do not want you to feel left behind," she whispered.
Only her softhearted sister would fuss over such things. "Prim, you do not need my permission to follow your heart. If Lieutenant Hawthorne is where it is leading you, then I trust you. He is from a good family and from what Uncle Haymitch has learnt, he is well respected amongst his peers and commanders. I would never feel jealous of your happiness, quite the opposite really."
Her sister came forward and dropped to the floor, skirts and all, before resting her head in Katniss's lap. No matter how many years passed, Primrose would always be the sweet young girl who Katniss would do anything for.
Carding her fingers through her sister's hair, Katniss smiled. "A word of advice though, with regards to Lieutenant Hawthorne?" Primrose glanced up. "Be your true self and never feel as though you have to hide who you are to please him. Or any man. Now," she said, pausing to pat her sister's head, "up you go. You don't want to keep poor Lieutenant Hawthorne in suspense, do you?"
"Oh how I love you!" Rising to her feet, Primrose squeezed Katniss's hand. Then in a flurry, she hurried out of the room, leaving Katniss alone once again.
With a heavy sigh, she tucked her letter to Madge between the pages of her current book, one that Portia had recently leant her. It was a ridiculous love story, of course, the hero and the heroine both frustrating and irrational, but she was in no position to complain if she wished to stay free of the wedding web that her aunt had cast. Instead of helping her to forget, the story had done the opposite and she found her thoughts once again straying to where they should not.
True to his word, she had not heard from Mr. Mellark, nor did he attempt to visit her. Through Annie she had learnt that he had taken his leave from Seaforth but a few days after their final encounter. Looking back, once her anger had faded, Katniss realized that despite the circumstance of how they had left things, she had acted rash and juvenile and as much as she despised to admit, remorseful over how they had parted ways. It had left her unsettled, and words left unsaid haunted her very being. But it did no good to dwell on the matter, for there was naught she could do to alter the past. All she could hope to do was look towards the future and make the best of the opportunities set before her.
She only had to get through the wedding day, then she could be free of this emotional limbo she was caught in. Being Mr. Odair's closest friend, it was inevitable that Katniss would cross paths with Mr. Mellark once more at the wedding festivities. As long as she kept alert, she was certain she could make it through the day without an unexpected encounter. But what made her heart ache all the more was not knowing if his fiancé would accompany him that day. If she did, then Katniss was most certain she would have make herself scarce for fear of making a spectacle of herself. Memories of her most unfortunate incident with the brandy punch at the Town Ball made her wince.
Alas, after the wedding day, she would never again have to set eyes upon the likes of Mr. Mellark.
Another knock on the door tore Katniss from her thoughts. "Miss?" the maid asked, hovering it the doorway. "Your uncle has asked for you. He is in his study."
"Thank you, I will be in shortly. Oh, and can you please see this letter off? It is for Mrs. Madge Crane."
"Of course, Miss," the maid said, taking the letter before she dismissed herself.
The hallway was surprisingly clear as Katniss made her way down the stairs and to her uncle's study, but the steady hum of the busy household was ever present around her. She knocked and then waited, nibbling on her thumbnail as she pondered why she had been summoned.
"Come in," came Mr. Abernathy's muffled voice. She entered to find him seated at his desk, his longer than usual hair sticking up on one side as though he had been pulling at the strands. He peeked up and then smiled. "My dear child, come have a seat."
"Uncle," she said in greeting, moving a pile of papers out of the way so she could sit opposite him. "Are you well?"
"Am I well? Should I not be asking you that very question? If you think for one minute that your melancholy mood has gone unnoticed, then you are sorely mistaken. As to the reason, I believe we are all privy to a few of our own secrets, so do not fret, I did not bring you in here to pry into your private affairs. Now, with all the good fortune that has recently befell this family, I have news that I hope will brighten your spirits."
"What news?"
Pulling a letter from his desk drawer, he handed it to her. "That arrived last week from the Capitol."
Glancing down, Katniss skimmed through the first few lines. It was from a solicitor, and the further she read, the more confused she became. Looking up, she saw that her uncle was watching her closely. "I do not understand, this is a notice of inheritance."
"Yes, it is. It seems you and your sister were bequeathed a large sum years ago, but for whatever reason, it has taken some time to locate you. As you can see, the benefactor wished to remain anonymous upon their death."
Dumbfounded, Katniss stared at the letter, hoping to make sense of it all. "But, how is that possible? We have no other family."
"It is not stated in the letter, but when I inquired further to confirm the authenticity, I was informed the benefactor was a friend of your late mother. The amount is more than adequate to help both you and Primrose attract a decent proposal. Not that it matters a great deal with the sale of Huntingford, but still, all the more to fill your growing coffers." With a laughing grin, Mr. Abernathy shook his head. "Never in a thousand years would I imagine all the good fortune that has been bestowed upon our family these past few months. At times I worry it is all but a dream. It lightens my heart knowing that after I pass from this world, it is no matter that I have no heir to pass the estate to, you all will be taken care of."
"It was a heavy burden to bear, Uncle." She reached across the desk and took his hand in hers. "It lightens my heart as well."
"I have to admit, I never really worried about our Primrose," Mr. Abernathy confessed. "Especially after her coming out ball. With her sweet and pleasant nature, she is sure to make a worthy match, wealthy or not."
Katniss frowned, but then released a mirthless laugh. "But for me, I assume falling into a sudden amount of wealth can only improve my chances greatly."
Mr. Abernathy chuckled as he took a sip from his flask. "My child, I have always been honest with you and believe me when I say, as much as I personally value your quick wit and independent spirit, I am afraid when it comes to attracting a potential suitor, you have as much charm as a dead slug."
She could barely breath from the laughter the bubbled up from her throat. To anyone else, her uncle's words would be taken as insult, but she knew he meant no harm by it. "So what course of action would you recommend?"
"For Primrose?" She answered with a nod. "It would probably be best to inform her of the news, but for now, I would prefer to keep this between us."
"I could not agree more, but know that I have no intention of keeping a penny of that inheritance for myself. I wish to give all of it to Primrose as a wedding gift when the time comes."
With his head tilted ever so slightly, her uncle studied her quietly. "A very noble and generous cause, but may I ask…why? Has your aunt and her pomp and circumstance soured the idea of marriage completely?"
"Uncle, we both know marriage is not in the cards for me. My share from the sale of Huntingford is more than adequate to live a comfortable life three times over. I only wish to keep this a secret for now to ensure that any proposal Primrose receives is not one swayed by greed."
"Very well, I shall see to it. Now, as to the matter of the upcoming nuptials. One of your Aunt's cousins will be arriving today from the Capitol, a Mr. and Mrs. Heavensbee. It would please us greatly if you were to receive them at the Inn this afternoon. As you are very much aware, your Aunt has her hands full here with many issues to see to and so I thought, who better than you to volunteer for the task?"
Katniss forced a smile, unsure of why her uncle would bestow such a task to her. "How very thoughtful you are," she said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
"You are quite welcome, now be off with you. I will draw up the carriage to see you there." Begrudgingly, Katniss placed the letter back on the desk and rose to her feet. "Oh, and Katniss? Be sure to make an impression."
It was a curious request, but gauging the half empty bottle of brandy on the desk that her uncle no doubt had been nursing throughout the morning? She dismissed the thought just as quick.
After a side trip to the kitchen where Mrs. Sae was already waiting with a basket, Katniss stole to her room to refresh herself. She did not want to imagine the verbal lashing she would receive from Aunt Effie if she did not put her best foot forward when welcoming her guests, especially those from the Capitol. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she tucked back a stubborn strand of hair that had escaped her braid. Just as stubborn was the part of her heart that wondered if they would have any news from the Capitol. Perhaps news of a certain—
Which was absurd! If she was to move on, it was best to lock away her curiosities and most of all, protect her heart.
When she arrived at the Inn—a few minutes past the hour thanks to her aunt who had insisted Katniss change into a more presentable dress—it was not difficult to locate the pair who stuck out of their drab surroundings like a pair of glimmering peacocks. They made for an interesting couple, the portly gentleman with a well-manicured moustache and his tall, slender wife whose green and purple dress was matched with a hat with actual peacock feathers sprouting from the top.
As Katniss approached, she nodded her head in greeting. "Ah, Miss," the man said, tipping his hat. "Would you happen to be from Seamfirth?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Heavensbee, and yes, my Aunt Effie sent me to welcome you." Katniss curtsied and then smiled.
He look startled, but then understanding dawned and he grinned. "Ah, yes, you must be one of the Everdeen girls. Pleased to make your acquaintance. May I present my wife, Fulvia." Katniss curtsied, slightly taken back by the woman's warm smile. From past experience, she was accustomed to being received by Capital ladies with open distaste as opposed to cordially.
"My aunt sends her regrets and has asked me to see you settled. As you can imagine, she has been busy as of late with the wedding preparations."
"Oh, quite alright, my dear."
"Aunt Effie sent me with a basket of refreshments as well. I do hope the journey was a comfortable one?"
"Yes, yes, quite comfortable thank you," Mr. Heavensbee answered, eyeing the basket. "Would you care to join us?"
With no desire to return home in such a rush, Katniss joined them at a table in the common area. As she listened to their idle chatter about their journey, she laid out the spread of meat, cheeses, fruit, and two loaves of hearty bread from the basket. After calling for a pot of tea, she found herself oddly drawn to the unusual couple.
Mr. Heavensbee was a jovial man, his booming laughter and the exuberant air that surrounded him was offset by his wife's sweet yet demure countenance. It wasn't long before Katniss found herself laughing along as they regaled their life in the Capital and of course, the most recent gossip.
"As you are aware," Mr. Heavensbee said, brushing a crumb from his mustache. "We were regretfully absent from your sister's coming out ball, as Fulvia was not feeling herself the day before, but for a simple country affair, believe me when I say we heard it made quite an impression. The food, the attire, the décor...the scandal." The gleam in the man's eye as he arched a brow set her on edge. "Tell me, my dear, between friends, do you happen to know the identity of the mysterious lady that caught the wandering eye of that rake, Mr. Mellark?"
Katniss froze, her teacup still inches from her lips. The sudden clench of her heart struck like a lightning bolt.
So it was true.
"Oh hush, my dear." Mrs. Heavensbee frowned as she scolded her husband with a flick of her wrist. "It does not become you to perpetuate such nonsense." Looking to Katniss, the woman's face softened. "I grew up not far from Spring Haven, and have such wonderful memories of the summer socials the family hosted when I was younger. The late Mr. Mellark, god rest his soul, was such a kind and generous man. As for the boys, they were lively but always well mannered. Much hardship has befell the family since the passing of their father and mother, but to see how far the youngest son has gone to turn the family business around? It is to be commended…not mocked." Mrs. Heavensbee cast a scornful look at her husband who was too busy spooning out a hefty dollop of marmalade onto a piece of bread. "To bring a gentleman down and attempt to tarnish his reputation with false notions is low, even for you, dear husband."
Katniss blinked in surprise before realizing her hand and teacup were still frozen in midair. She looked away, allowing herself a moment to absorb the information.
"Now, now, my dear," Mr. Heavensbee cooed, patting his wife's arm. "You know I do not mean the man harm. I am only curious as to the truth of the matter since—"
"Ahem."
Startled, Katniss turned her attention to find the source of their interruption and balked.
"Good afternoon, Miss Everdeen." Mr. Cray bowed before turning his attention to the rest of the table.
With a heavy sigh, Katniss begrudgingly carried out her duty of introductions but then retreated to her cup of tea in annoyance. She was quiet as she listened to him and Mr. Heavensbee converse, her growing irritation with the man's hovering bringing a scowl to her face. She was half listening when she heard her name.
"Pardon?" she asked, looking to Mr. Heavensbee.
"This kind sir here has informed me that he was just on his way to Seamfirth to extend his well wishes to your aunt and uncle. As a friend, he has offered to accompany you home."
The waggle of Mr. Heavensbee's bushy eyebrows was beyond obvious and in favor of decorum, she choked back the words that would have been her reply. Friend? Kind? The nerve of him! First for interrupting their teatime and then insinuating that there was more familiarity between them than mere acquaintances?
Looking away in frustration, she noticed that Mrs. Heavensbee had been watching her closely, her lips pressed in a thin line. Was that disapproval in the woman's eyes?
Despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface, Katniss spoke calmly. "That is a very kind offer, Mr. Cray, however I still have business to attend in Town, thank you." It was a lie of course, but she had no intention of being alone in a carriage with a man who assumed too much.
"Very well then, good day to you, Miss Everdeen. And to you, Sir and Madame." With a final bow, Mr. Cray turned on his heel and exited the inn, but not before glancing over his shoulder. His face was hard with the patience of a man who knew he would never get what he truly wanted.
"If you will excuse me," Mr. Heavensbee said, patting the corners of his mouth with a cloth before rising to his feet. "I shall return in a moment."
When they were alone at the table, an awkward silence fell between the two ladies. Katniss resumed sipping her tea before chancing a glance at Mrs. Heavensbee.
"I know we have only just met, but I already consider you a dear friend," the older woman said, setting down her teacup. Katniss nodded, wary of what was to come next. "And as a friend, I feel it my duty to caution you, my dear."
"Madame?"
"Stay away from that one." Mrs. Heavensbee frowned. "His kind is not to be trifled with."
Curious, Katniss tilted her head. "Do you know of Mr. Cray?"
"Not of him, precisely, but rather his kind. When you have had as many years as myself living in the Capital, you come to learn the different types of men that exist in this world. Men like Mr. Cray, they assume too much, acting as though their lives should be handed to them on a silver platter. Their only purpose in life is to rise to the top, improve their rank any way they see fit and turn an unapologetic eye to any mess they may leave in their wake."
"And you were able to surmise all of this from one conversation?"
Mrs. Heavensbee laughed. "One conversation? Heaven's no, my dear child! Rather one look at him and I could see beyond the heavy pomade in his hair and the calculating gleam in his eye as he hovered over you like a vulture circles carrion. Men like that, you better keep a tight hold onto you skirts and an even tighter hold onto your purse strings."
Never before had Katniss heard such candor from a Capitol resident. It made her wonder how many others she had misjudged based solely on appearance and an assumed natural disposition for malice.
Setting down her teacup, Katniss smiled. "Madame, I can assure you, that one does not hold an ounce of my attention or respect. I have come to learn that first impressions are not only lasting, but exact."
"I am glad to hear of it. Besides, one of such youth and beauty as yourself should not be in a hurry," Mrs. Heavensbee said, taking hold of Katniss's hand and squeezing it gently. "When the hour is right, your time will come."
With the wedding day in two days' time, Katniss could no longer hide from the scrutiny of her aunt's hawk-like gaze. It seemed her low opinions no longer mattered, beggars could not be choosers when the wedding to-do list had grown instead of shortening as the big day approached. In all honestly, it was a blessing in disguise for Katniss as busying herself with preparations was a welcomed distraction her from her wayward thoughts.
Once again the path forward in her life was unclear. It should not have surprised her as much as it did. The only constant in her life seemed to be inconsistency. However, this time it was different. For once, she had options. With the financial noose no longer around her neck, she was free to pursue whatever her heart desired.
While lying awake in bed the past few nights, she had attempted to imagine the type of life now within her reach. A woman in her situation could choose to start a new life however she wished. Move to the Capitol and take up an extravagant lifestyle. Or start a new adventure and explore the continent at her leisure. But no. As distracting as it had been to picture the possibilities of how different her life could be, none felt right.
For the foreseeable future, she wished to stay with her sister and cousins as long as she could. It gave her a sense of purpose, and perhaps she could spend her time learning the ins and outs of running an estate at the side of her uncle. The day would eventually come when she could no longer call Seamfirth home, and so it would only be natural for her to acquire an estate of her own. A simple cottage would do. Surrounded by fields and woods for her to explore with her future nieces and nephews. Now that was the type of life that brought a smile to her lips.
Her new found optimism had thankfully helped to keep the ever-present heaviness in her soul at bay for most of the time, but if she was to be honest with herself, a twinge of envy sparked each moment she witnessed the sheer happiness that seemed to radiate from Annie's entire being. As certain as she was that marriage was not in her future, perhaps it was not such a foolish notion to think that one day Katniss could find a companion.
She was in the kitchen helping Mrs. Sae when a knock on the back door interrupted her from her work. Brushing her hands off on her apron, she quickly removed the garment and returned it to its hook before straightening her hair. Aunt Effie would not have her receiving patrons looking as though she had just spent the morning rolled in the stove ashes.
"Colonel Hawthorne," she said, his unexpected presence taking her off guard. "What are you—I mean, forgive me, it is a pleasure to see you again."
"It's a pleasure to see you as well, Miss Everdeen."
With a nod and shallow curtsy, Katniss ushered the Colonel in. "How can I help you, Colonel? Shall I fetch my uncle?"
"No, that is not necessary. I would not want to trouble him or your aunt, as it is safe to assume they are quite taken with preparations. I was hoping you could inform them that my brother and I accept with pleasure their kind invitation to the wedding."
Katniss stood confused as she searched her memory of the guest list. She would have recalled if the Colonel and the Lieutenant had been invited. Primrose especially would have remembered if it meant seeing the younger Hawthorne again.
"My apologies, Colonel, but I am ashamed to admit that I was not aware you were invited."
With a sheepish look, he cleared his throat. "I must confess, we were not directly invited. We were asked to come in the place of Mr. Mellark, since he has unfortunately been otherwise detained in the Capitol for business and is unlikely to attend."
Otherwise detained? For business? The man would miss the wedding of his dearest friend, all for his business? What utter nonsense! What sort of friend would—?
The rush of guilt was staggering. What sort of friend indeed. And what a hypocrite she was. Had she not missed the wedding of her own dearest friend, and for a worse offense? For her own pride? But then a small part of her mind wondered, was it truly business that kept him way? Or was there a chance that it was because of her that he stayed away? It was a ridiculous notion. Perhaps he wanted to spare them and not cause a scene. But not knowing the true reason for his expected absence only frustrated her more.
Realizing she had gone too quiet, Katniss forced a smile. "Of course, I will let my Aunt know of your acceptance. We shall be glad to have you. Thank you for taking the time to call on us, we'll be sure to see you again soon then. Can I see you out?"
"I would appreciate that very much," he said, allowing her to pass as he closed the door behind them.
As they passed through the gardens on their way to the gate, she could not help but admire all the work they had accomplished over the past few weeks. The hedgerow had been manicured to perfection, the fresh gravel along the pathways raked to a smooth finish, and the cosmos lining the walkways in full bloom.
"Miss Everdeen, I have to admit that I am quite grateful for the opportunity to look in on your and Primrose once more. To finally confirm after all these years as to where you have settled, I feel a sense of obligation to ensure the two of you are looked after. Not only for my father's sake, as a testament to his friendship with yours and our past family ties, but for the sake of my own."
"Colonel, I thank you. That is very kind but there is no need to trouble yourself with our welfare. We are well taken care of, I can assure you."
From the corner of her eye, she could not help but notice his assessing gaze in her direction. But there was a something that tugged at her mind. Although it no longer mattered, the desire to assuage her curiosity could not be ignored. "Forgive my forwardness, but…how did you come to know Mr. Mellark?"
Colonel Hawthorne was silent for but a moment, but then gave a curt nod, as if finally deciding on something. "I was visiting my family at the beginning of the summer and whilst I was there, Mr. Mellark and I crossed paths at the local inn one afternoon. He asked me to join him for a meal where he shared that he was visiting properties in the area. He was quite curious as to the local families and eventually our conversation lead to the best hunting in the area. I confessed the best woods were on the Huntingford property but that the estate had been abandoned for decades."
At the mention of Huntingford, Katniss could not help the pride that welled up within her. But it was bittersweet. Even after all those years, even though the estate laid half in ruins, it still held value. But it would no longer be hers.
"He then asked if I would help him with a particular matter," Colonel Hawthorne continued, drawing his hands to rest behind his back. "One that he would compensate me handsomely for my time."
"What matter?"
"It was a peculiar request, but one I have not come to regret. He invited me to the coming out ball for your sister."
"He did?" Katniss narrowed her eyes. "But why?"
Colonel Hawthorne sighed deeply, as if the right words eluded him. "He solicited my help in confirming your identity."
"My…identity? Whatever do you mean?"
"He asked that I confirm that you were indeed the daughter of Sir Jonathan Everdeen, and given the connections of our families, he thought who better than myself to confirm your claims of who you are."
"But I do not understand, we were introduced at the start of summer at the Town Ball. Who else would I be?"
Turning to stare out over the fields, Colonel Hawthorne released a deep breath. "I am afraid I am not aware of his intentions, but regardless of what they were, I do not regret the journey."
The sudden shift in his voice caused her to glance back at his face. He was staring at her now, a pensive look upon his rugged features. She swallowed thickly when his gaze drift down to her lips, then slowly back up to her eyes. The silence that stretched out between them grew tense before she finally found her voice. "Well, I hope you were compensated considerably for your efforts."
The intensity in his eyes only grew as he took a step closer, which only caused her to follow suit with a step backwards. Something in his face changed then, as though his vision had suddenly cleared and he put more space between them. "I refused any payment for it was enough to have found you and your sister in quite comfortable arrangements. After the death of your parents, no one was certain as to what had become of you."
"Yes, well, please put your dear parents at ease with the news that Primrose and I are quite happy and in good health."
"Of course." He pulled a pocket watch from his waistcoat and nodded. "If you will excuse me, Miss Everdeen, it is about time I took my leave. I wish you a good day and hope to see you again soon at the wedding."
Katniss dipped her head. "Good day, Colonel."
Off in the distance, a dark cloud hung low and heavy over the horizon, the promise of an impending overnight storm. She watched in silence, her mind working to contemplate Colonel Hawthorne's revelation. Why was it whenever she succeeded to push Mr. Mellark from her thoughts, he inevitably found a way back in?
An unexpected chill shivered down her spine, to which she responded by absently rubbing warmth back into her arms. "My dear girl, one small breeze does not make a wind storm" her father had always said. If only the same logic applied to her tormented heart.
As far as country weddings went, that between Mr. Finnick Charles Odair and Miss Annie Cresta Abernathy, was one that would be remembered for years to come.
The gold band adorning the fourth finger of Annie's left hand shone bright like a star at midnight. If it weren't for the pure joy and love that shone in Annie's face, Katniss could very well have succumb to the spark of jealousy that lingered on the fringe of her heart. It was not the act of marriage itself that tempted her, but rather the assurance that she would never have to face life alone. Nevertheless, the ceremony had been a simple yet elegant affair, the bride and groom the epitome of a couple deeply in love.
The bride had been a vision of beauty and elegance, her slender figure clad in an ivory lace gown that accentuated her vivid auburn locks that were tucked away into an intricate braided up-do, a few loose strands framing her angelic face. A white veil cascaded down her back, affixed to her head with a glittering hairclip that Aunt Effie had worn on her own wedding day.
The groom was the epitome of wealth, dignity and social standing. His crisp linen shirt a stark contrast to the rich turquoise blue of his jacquard waistcoat. The black tailored jacket and matching breeches tied the ensemble together while his wavy bronze locks were tucked tidily beneath the finishing touch, a gleaming silk top hat.
The father of the bride, however, had been the epitome of discomfort, dressed in a black morning coat that fit a touch too snug across the shoulders and a white cravat that hung around his neck rather like a noose. Her poor uncle. What a bittersweet day for him. The first of many to come.
Earlier that morning, Katniss had overheard her uncle in his study, lamenting to Mr. Heavensbee about the cruelty of time. How it was just yesterday that he had first held Annie in his arms, a perfect little girl with a rosebud mouth and the greenest eyes he'd ever beheld.
He was an oddly sentimental creature, her uncle. One whose rough and raw exterior was a clever disguise for the witty yet caring man inside. Katniss believed it was because he felt too much that he was drawn to his vices. Choosing rather to numb his fears of his three daughters and two nieces falling into genteel poverty after raising them in a tired mansion, on an even more tired estate that was only theirs to inhabit as long as he had breath in his lungs.
With the changing tides on the horizon, Katniss hoped the weariness would soon leave his face and he would once again find joy in the simple pleasures of life.
At the church, the traditional vows had been spoken, during which Katniss had to surrender her kerchief to her aunt who was on the verge of bursting into tears the moment the vicar uttered, "Dearly beloved…" From then on, the ceremony had proceeded as planned, with the exception of an unexpected yet amusing divergence from decorum. Upon the church dais, the groom took the liberty of claiming a rather passionate kiss from his new bride before a crowd filled with gasps and laughter.
Despite the lavish menu that was to be served at the midnight sit-down dinner, Mrs. Abernathy had spared no expense for the celebratory post-ceremony breakfast. Katniss herself could attest that even the ever-prepared and experienced Mrs. Sae had admitted she would require a miracle to be able to prepare every meal that had been requested. Thankfully, Mr. Odair had offered up his ill-tempered yet talented French cook and his horde of assistants. Despite the language barrier and conflicting personalities, together the two cooks pulled off a spread of gastronomical proportions.
Oatmeal with sweet cream, cold veal pies, braised beef tongue with creamed horseradish, smoked herring with mustard sauce, grilled trout with white butter sauce, four varieties of rolls and piping hot breads ranging from a dense, fruit and nut filled pumpernickel to an airy, whipped meringue that practically melted in one's mouth. The choice of spreads had been equally excessive: churned butter, golden wildflower honey, orange marmalade spiced with anise and cardamom, and fresh jams made from the summer harvest of raspberries and strawberries. And to wash it all down was a trio of coffee, tea, and chocolate.
So it was with a full stomach that Katniss found herself watching the throng of dancers from the outskirts of the ballroom, a ghost of a smile on her lips once she spotted the newly wedded couple. The knowledge of Mr. Mellark's absence from the day had brought some solace her nerves, however a traitorous part of her being had wished the chance to see him one last time. No matter the consequence to her poor heart.
The trouble with swearing to loathe someone until the end of time was that if the mind and soul were not in agreement, it proved to be a trying and at times almost impossible task. Especially when her confounded heart was set on a path not meant to be hers. As the long and lonely weeks had passed, so did the initial sting of anger and frustration, however, something had become abundantly clear: she had sorely underestimated her own feelings.
"What a handsome couple they make," the familiar voice of her sister came from behind. The light weight of Primrose's hand about her waist was a small comfort amongst the merriment surrounding them.
"Our Annie could have wed in a threadbare flour sack and Mr. Odair would still not be able to keep his eyes off her." With a heavy sigh, she turned to smile at her sister. "But yes, they are the envy of all tonight."
From across the room, a squawk of laughter echoed through the air and both sisters attempted to stifle their own giggles. "What a relief to see Aunt Effie so happy," Katniss mused. "Perhaps the rest of us will finally be able to enjoy a night free from being patronized."
"And free to shed past grievances and take a turn about the floor with the many gentleman that have flocked to Seaforth's doorstep?"
Katniss had to refrain herself, a response in jest upon the tip of her tongue. Despite her sister's hopeful tone, Katniss could not fault her sister's observation. The ballroom was teeming with new faces to their humble town. Gentleman in regimental dress mingled with those showcasing the Capitol's latest fashions. As colorful and engaging the scene before her was, she held no desire to partake.
"I am quite content to keep in the company of the chaperones and wallflowers," she said, smiling despite Primrose's disapproving frown. "Besides, if I am not mistaken, a certain love-struck Lieutenant has been keeping a keen eye on you. Better to appease his poor heart with a dance before he believes you've turned your affections to one of the many new offerings?"
Heat flooded her sister's cheeks as she turned her head to-and-fro, searching the crowd. The moment her eyes locked with the young man, there was no denying the attachment that Katniss suspected had only grown through their correspondence.
So it was with a happy heart that Katniss kept to the fringes of the excitement, watching her sister and the young lieutenant twirl about the dancefloor. However, when the crowd parted for but a moment something caught her eye. There, leaning against one of the pillars, almost in shadow, was Mr. Cray. And in an instant arose a dreadful suspicion as he too had eyes trained on Primrose.
It had not gone unnoticed that he had already attempted to dance with Primrose twice, and had yet to take even the slightest interest in Katniss herself. It did not sit well with her. Not the fact that he seemed to be ignoring her, since she still found the man as detestable as ever, but what was he up to? Had he refocused his efforts in pursuit of her sister? But why? Her uncle had assured her that their sudden windfall would remain a secret, but she had a feeling that Mr. Cray was the type of man who possessed the ability to sniff out an opportunistic gain from a mile away. The man had to know something.
"Ahem."
Blinking in surprise, Katniss turned and then smiled. "Colonel Hawthorne, how nice to see you again."
"Miss Everdeen, it is a pleasure." After bowing, he crossed his hands behind his back. "I could not help but notice your absence from the festivities. A vibrant, young lady such as yourself should be dancing the night away."
If only the man knew.
"It is true, I have been distracted as of late." Then with a light tap to her chin, she pretended to scan the crowd. "Or perhaps I am only waiting for an agreeable partner who knows his left foot from his right."
With a chuckle, Colonel Hawthorne extended his hand. "Then you are in luck, for I happen to know which is which. Would do me the honor of this next dance?"
She had to admit, the Colonel had a pleasing smile, his grey eyes familiar and so like her father's. She took a moment to study him further. Straight black hair framed his olive skin and ruddy cheeks that only those with a love of the outdoors possessed. Although his lean height towered over her, his presence was oddly comforting and…safe.
With a reputable profession and an estate to his name, Colonel Hawthorne had the makings for a suitable husband. His obvious devotion to his family was only an added bonus. He was an opportunity that any other woman would have leapt at in an instant. So it came as no surprise when she eyed the room and noticed the numerous peering stares of eligible ladies as they whispered to each other behind covered mouths.
Katniss accepted his proffered hand and together they entered the mass of dancers. His hand was frim but warm against her waist and as he guided her around the dancefloor, his steps sure, she could not help but relish in the security of his embrace. It was the type of steadfast comfort that she could someday see herself yearning for to ward off the loneliness.
As they rounded the room a third time, something caught her eye. The flash of ashy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes caused her feet to stumble as the breath stopped short in her chest.
It was not possible.
Desperate, she searched the passing faces as she twisted her head to-and-froe. But he was gone.
"Miss Everdeen? Is something the matter?"
The gentle squeeze of Colonel Hawthorne's hand on hers provided only a minor distraction from Katniss's hallucination, his voice hazy as if travelling through fog. For that was the only explanation. The long day was finally taking its toll and playing tricks on her mind. It could not possibly have been him. Both the Colonel and Annie had ensured her more than once that Mr. Mellark would not be present. But the rising flutter in her chest was impossible to ignore.
Like a sun-drunk sailor drawn to a siren's call, she could not resist the pull of hopeless curiosity as she broke free from Colonel Hawthorne's hold and drifted through the sea of dancing couples, seeing with her own eyes yet not daring to believe them. With each step a wave of heat rolled along her spine, propelling her forward as she hiked up her skirts. Her nimble feet took flight as she raced after her mirage, certain that she had not been mistaken.
Heart pounding like a drum in her chest, she burst forth from the ballroom, her head whipping back and forth as her eyes frantically searched the dim-light halls. They were empty, with the exception of an elderly couple perusing the collection of tapestries further down the hall. Had she imagined him? Had her love-sick heart finally infiltrated the barrier she'd erected to protect her mind?
After one last fleeting glance, she released a heavy sigh and turned. But this time, her eyes had not deceived her. There, sitting on the edge of a side table was a single yellow flower, tied to a folded parchment with an orange ribbon. A dandelion. She tentatively reached for it, almost certain it would vanish before her very eyes if she touched it. But it was real. The petals so delicate and soft between her fingers.
And it was enough. Enough of a spark to set that stubborn flicker she thought had been snuffed out deep within her, to once again burst into a flame.
Author's Note: So yeah, it's been awhile but I'm back with another chapter! Thank you to those who have waited oh so patiently and continued to read this story and provide kind words of encouragement. Apologies for the lack of Mr. Mellark in this chapter, but it's necessary to push the story forward. Don't worry though, we'll back to our regularly scheduled Everlark in the next chapter! Forewarning that the storyline will be deviating a bit more from the original P&P plot from here on out but that's what makes writing this fic fun!
My heartfelt thanks to Louezem for pre-reading and being an extra set of eyes when mine have become useless from too much editing :)
Fun Facts from Jane Austen's Time:
- After the Marriage Act of 1753, a couple had three choices when it came to the next step of procuring a marriage license: wait the minimum 3 weeks for the Banns to be read in their Parish, obtain a common license to allow the couple to marry as soon as possible (but still at church and before noon), or obtain a special license which allowed the couple to marry anywhere and at any time of the day, hence the most expensive of the options. Or, there was always the option of stealing away to Gretna Green! More on that in a later chapter
- The number of times a lady danced with a gentleman was a telling sign of intentions. Once was expected when asked, acceptance a sign of social niceties (unless you really disliked the dude and you refused), but a gentleman requesting a second dance suggested he wanted to get to know the lady better. And accepting a third dance? Wow, talk about opening a can of worms. Three dances with the same guy led to a bad reputation and a sign of over familiarity and potential blacklisting at future balls.
- "You may now kiss the bride" was not a thing in traditional church ceremonies, if the groom wanted to steal a kiss it happened after they left the church. Thank goodness things have changed!
- You'd think keeping tabs on someone wouldn't have been that difficult of a task back then, but sometimes it was a trying task for lawyers and solicitors to wade through information and confirm the necessary legitimacy with respect to inheritances. Sometimes records were out of date, misinformation was passed along, including if someone was alive or dead. So it was quite possible for it to take years for these things to finally pan out and money, titles, and estates to be placed in the correct hands.
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