It had been a week since Margaret had told those angered filled words to her only grandmother. Within those days she had not spoken a word to her grandmother and avoided her. The reason for this was unclear to her, if it was that she did not want to talk to her grandmother, because of hurt that she did not understand or embarrassment that she dared to speak in such a way to her grandmother.

Her siblings and cousins had nagged her to join them in listening to their grandmother's story, who was refusing to continue it unless she joined them, which of course she being her stubborn self, had refused.

Without being able to spend her days in her grandmother's sitting room, with a cup of tea, discussing a piece of literature that they had recently read, Meg would use her time exploring the house, when she was not forced by her mother to help with her coming out ball.

Despite having spent most of her life in the Pemberley estate, she did not grow up in the House.

At the age of two, her parents had decided to move away from Pemberley, her father wanting to be independent and be able to see what opportunities London held for him.

They had moved back to Pemberley after five years of her father trying to find his passion, which had failed. When her mother became with child for a third time, they decided to move back to Pemberley.

Still wanting independence, her father had used his inheritance to buy a piece of land from the Pemberley grounds from her grandfather, refusing to move into the main house.

Although she adored her home, she enjoyed the House more, mostly because of the history behind it.

For the first few days, she spent exploring, she searched and found rooms that she had never seen before. She often became nostalgic, rediscovering the places she would play with her cousins.

On such an occasion when she was exploring, she had come upon a library. She was aware that Pemberley was famous for it's library, but this library was nothing compared to the main library, yet it still was as amazing.

It was more of a sitting room by its size yet the walls had bookshelves along the length of it. Unlike the books in the main library, these books looked used and they were not ordered alphabetically, these books seemed to be ordered in such a way that it looked like they were placed from the ones that looked most read by their covers and conditions to the least read, a few books were scattered around the room, which would never be found in the main library as her grandmother had appointed a librarian to look after the library when she found that she could no longer.

There was comfortable, colourful couches placed around the room, with a writing desk by the window that was looking out to the fields. There was a table next to the writing desk on which drawings were scattered across.

The room was so home-like and used that she felt like she was intruding in a person's own quarters. She decided to leave.

Opening the door, she came face to face with none other than Fitzwilliam Darcy.

"Amelia?" He said grabbing her hands a smile of relief coming to his face but there was confusion in his eyes as he took in her dark hair.

Margaret was so taken a back by the smile on her grandfather's face, the last time being that she saw it was years ago, that she didn't realise she was shaking her head.

"No, Meg" she said, taking a step back.

A look of realisation crossed his face as his wrinkled eyes showed disappointment. "I do apologise, Margaret. I don't know what came over me.", he said, a look of embarrassment on his features.

"No, tis I who should apologise. I realise now that I was intruding" she said keeping her head down.

When she had looked up again she saw that her grandfather had moved away from the door and was now running his fingers over the drawings.

"She drew the descriptions of places from books" he said with a shaky intake of breath.

Meg did not have to ask who he was talking about as it was that she already understood.

"I shall leave you" She announced, making her way to the door. "I do apologise again, I was exploring the house and happened upon this room" she continued, her hand on the handle.

"I would expect you to be with your grandmother at this time but I did hear of your fight in her sitting room, so it comes as no surprise that you using your time instead to 'explore'"

Those words had stilled her hand at the handle, turning to face him, again.

"You seem to know all that happens here, grandfather yet you are never apart of it" she spat spitefully at him allowing her mouth to move without thinking of the consequences of her words.

Fitzwilliam was taken a back by the harshness of his granddaughter's words but manage to hide he's hurt. "I do wonder how two people who are so much alike manage to fight so horribly" he said enjoying the challenging look in her eye, knowing that she already had a retort on her lips but chose not to allow her to use it by continuing.

"You do remind me quite a lot of your grandmother when she was your age. Your temper is very much like hers. I do remember her exploring Pemberley in a similar manner in which you are now." he said, staring off into the distance as he remembered the earlier parts of his life.

"I remember when she once had invited me on one of her explorations, it's actually how we discovered this room" he continued, his features remaining blank to Margaret yet his feeling a turmoil on the inside. "It was a week after we returned from the London season..."

40 and some years earlier

Fitzwilliam was enjoying breakfast with his beautiful wife, his food often forgotten as he turned to her, watching her reaction to the different flavours the breakfast was giving off. He doubted he could ever get used to this, spending time with his wife.

In their short while of staying at Pemberley, they had made a routine of sorts. Beginning their day in each others arms, they would separate, shortly after meeting again at breakfast.

Georgiana had allowed them the pleasure of enjoying one meal alone in each others company which she had decided to be breakfast as she allowed herself the pleasure of rising late and enjoying breakfast in her sitting room, which Fitzwilliam did not argue about as it had given him time to be with his wife.

After breakfast they would separate, him going to handle estate matters and she going to Mrs Reynolds to see how the redecoration of the rooms in the house that she had decided to change from his mother's original decor or with exploring the house.

Later in the day they would meet up for lunch, Lizzy would spend the rest of her day with Georgiana, him completing the rest of the work he had for the day.

After supper they would then spend time in the music room, with Georgiana practicing or them reading or talking with each other.

But today Lizzy had seemed to him, to be more excited. He realised the reason for this when she made an offer.

"Fitzwilliam" she had said in that voice that she used when she wanted something, "I was hoping that you could complete your work before lunch as Georgie is to go calling today and I wanted you to come exploring with me" she said, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Chuckling lightly, he replied, "I would be honoured although what does 'exploring' entail?"

"Why of course we shall be exploring the house, there is a lot of it that I haven't seen despite coming on a tour with my uncle and aunt and I am certain there is a lot you can tell me about each room"

And so when the time for lunch had come, Fitzwilliam had excitedly entered the dining room, having completed all his work for the day but was surprised to see that the table was not set for lunch. he looked up at Elizabeth, who was standing impatiently next to the table.

"We shall begin our exploring now" she announced to him lifting up the picnic basket that she had in her hand as an explanation.

They walked through the house in search of a room with a lot of open space, a sun room would've been preferable.

Walking pass a room with double doors, Fitzwilliam decided that was the perfect room. Calling Elizabeth over, he opened the doors. She giving off an excited screech at the sight of the ball room.

"It's the perfect place for an indoor picnic" she said, placing the picnic basket down, allowing her skirt to flare open around her as she spinned around the room taking in the open space.

Fitzwilliam watched her a wide smile coming to the his face as he watch the joy that she twirled around with. He couldn't help but chuckle from happiness as he placed down the blanket.

"Lunch is served" he announced playfully to his wife, who surprised him by coming up and adoring him with a kiss.

After they had eaten their fill, their exploring had begun. They would walk along the passage ways, greeting the occasional maid and a footman as they passed. Stopping at rooms, Fitzwilliam would give Lizzy an anecdote from his childhood about an event that had taken place there.

Laughing and talking animatedly with each other Mr. and Mrs Darcy were enjoying there time immensely that they did not realise how long they were exploring for. Their last room which Lizzy had called 'odd' because of the rainbow coloured sofas and the dark wood tables and chair in the small, dusty room that seemed to had been forgotten and placed in a corner for someone else to discover.

Despite the odd furniture and the amount of dust in the room, what really caught the couples eye was the view coming from the only window in the room, for at that time one could see the beautiful golden, red sun set behind the blue water of the stream flowing outside pemberley house, that was made even more breath taking by the amount of colours the sky filled up with that was brought out by the dark black the trees were turned into.

As Lizzy leaned in against the window sill, Fitzwilliam couldn't help but come stand behind her encasing her body with his arms, as he wrapped them over her, resting his chin on her hair, both watching the sunset, which had transported them to a magical world, in perfect bliss.

"One of the best days I had ever experienced,I shall forever remember it" he added, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he looked down at his granddaughter, who had made herself comfortable on one of the multicoloured couches during the story.

Margaret was speechless. The last time she had remembered having a proper conversation with her grandfather was when she was just ten years old and even then he had not spoke with so much love and adoration.

"Margaret", he said when he realised that she was not going to say anything, "I heard the fight between you and your grandmother from my study" he admitted, "from what I understand is that your grandmother does not understand where you are coming from this could be because from the time she was young the only thing that she dreamed of was a marriage filled with love, and she believes you deserve the same"

"But that is not what I want. I am in no need of marriage or love. I do not even need it for the money. I can live perfectly fine off my inheritance and Aunt Julia and Uncle Ben have promised me a place in Pemberley."

"I understand where you are coming from, as I had the same dream when I was your age. I too dreamed of a life without marriage, I mean.", he added at Meg's lift of an eyebrow. "I dreamed of living my life in Pemberley, where I felt most at home. Looking after and maintaining the land which I then had planned to then give to Georgiana's son when the time was right, but then I met your grandmother and everything changed, maybe the same could happen to you"

It took her a while to think over his words, which he had used to pick up his book, momentarily placing it down when she spoke again.

"Thank you, grandfather, this story really opened my eyes" she said thoughtfully, standing up. "I think its time I start looking at things from a different perspective instead of my own stubborn one"

Walking over to him she placed a kiss on his cheek, "I need to talk to grandmother", she said walking to the door "I believe that you should as well, grandfather"

Leaving Fitzwilliam alone with his thoughts, which often seemed to be the only thing that kept him company.

Trapped with a whirlwind of thoughts that he found he hated.

A/N okay... this chapter was so much fun to write although it took me long to get down to doing it . Sorry, I just got back from vacation so I've been unpacking and my family has been all over me since I've been gone for a month, so I couldn't get down to updating.

Well anyway Mr. Darcy is alive! Yay... I really enjoy writing with him, his such a fun and complex character...

And @mangosmum, thanks so much for the correction, I'll definitely go back and edit it. And thanks for reading and giving the story a chance.

@Ana Suarez, I'm glad that you enjoying it so much. Yay, he isn't dead and sorry again for the long wait

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