A/N: Hello again! I have finished my story, although I may add an epilogue involving a certain upcoming wedding...

Anyway, here are some of what I call "deleted scenes." They are basically 3 scenes that I wrote on the side but didn't make it into the final story.


This first one was the rain scene during the Rushworth visit. I did not want their relationship to develop that fast but it was certainly a possibility:

A crack of thunder made Fanny jump again, the rain intensifying. Henry pulled her into his arms without hesitation, somehow managing to pull his coat off and over her head at the same time. With the coat around her face, she could only see Henry in front of her. He looked to the side, seeming to judge something then back at her.

His eyes were so intense, Fanny knew what he was going to do a half second before he did it.

He leaned into the coat and captured her lips. One arm around her covering her from the rain, the other holding her hand against him.

At first, Fanny felt only the touch of lips against her lips. Then, slowly, she felt the sweetness from his kiss and it spread to the rest of her body, startling her away from his lips, but not completely from his arms.

She looked at Henry's face, completely shocked. She had never been this close to him.

He blinked at her, as surprised as her.


This one is Fanny's point of view in their big argument. It did not make it into the story because there was a lot of redundancy. However, it does give more insight into Fanny's thought process in falling in love.

His words could not have been more confusing.

"Can you believe what a wretched soul I am, that I had never been sincere? Never had I considered the hearts of the ladies but for conquest, for pastime. That is until I fell for you." He said.

Could he still be playing games? Fanny wondered. There seemed to be no end to his speech. His confession was shocking and Fanny was genuinely afraid. Her fear grew the longer he spoke. Because his words touched her in a way that confused her. Was she not a game for him just like all the other women?

"I meant for you to be a pastime as well, but I fell Fanny. So quickly, I was in complete shock." His words seemed so earnest, desperate for her to believe him. If he was toying with her would he be this desperate? "I had at first only I fell and I hoped that you would eventually feel the same way. I should have allowed you freedom to begin with."

As he expressed himself, Fanny found she wanted to believe him. Perhaps as desperately as he wanted her to. If she was only a game to him, he would have won as soon as they married, or before when she agreed to marry him. Unless his goal was to win her heart. But would he not attempt to win it without the burden of marriage?

These thoughts swirled in her mind, but she as she watched her husband pace her room she realized that she must act, not simply wonder. She had rejected Henry from the beginning, from her wifely duties at night to the simple conversations he clearly searched for. She had rejected his subtle attentions and now she thought of rejecting his confessions. At first it had been because her heart ached for another man, but the continuing excuse was because she believed he was insincere.

To believe his words now, she would have to expose herself to potential pain. Yet she was pained already.

Fanny stood from her seat and slowly made her way to where he stood at the window. He looked so handsome in these clothes, but his posture was close to defeated and tired. Perhaps he was as mentally and emotionally exhausted as her.

He turned to look back at her, where he had been sitting, but did not see her. He spun quickly and found her at his side, his face almost comical.

"Why did you wish to be rid of me?" She asked, the question rattling in her mind the entire day.

His eyebrow furrowed, his pretty face twisting in concern.

"Blasted be the day I wish to be rid of you, love," he told her passionately.

Had he called her love? Why had her heart reacted so violently? Heat travelled up her neck and on her face. She hoped he could not see in the limited light. She asked him again to cover her embarrassment.

"Because I am a villain and I allowed a hero to attempt to save you." He said. His face sagged into sadness. "If I were more of a man I would have let him save you, but I could only allow an attempt at your liberation."

His answer made her a little indignant, although she knew he meant well. "Am I a damsel in need of a hero?"

Henry appeared taken aback with the question. "I suppose you may feel you are…"

"I do not," She interrupted. She did not want him thinking that she was a damsel and that he was keeping her against her will. "Henry." she tried the word, feeling embarrassed at the thrill of using it, having to say it once more for emphasis.

"I did not love you when we married. But I married you, it was a promise I made. I respect and admire you as a man. You're kind to your tenants and have such willingness to learn." She felt it was only fair to be honest when he was being honest.

The pain in Henry's face was enough to make her regret saying such things to him. It also made her believe his words.

"But Henry," She hurried forward. Without thinking, she raised her hand. With shock, she realized what she had been about to do. She froze, her hand suspended in air. And yet… With one look at his confused face, she made her decision. She would allow her heart to feel as it may. If he disappointed her, she would just have to take her heart and keep moving forward. She gathered her nerve and placed her hand on his chest, where she felt heat under her hand.

"I am not sure of my feelings now," She kept her eyes on her hand. She was filled with wonder at feeling of masculine hardness under her fingers. She had only experienced such a thing that one night but she had been nervous and the feeling had not been exactly the same. Although she now recognized that perhaps her heart had already begun to expose itself back then, without her permission. "I had… well … when you. I am happy when you smile, my stomach flutters when you sit at my side. Perhaps… I am not sure." Words failed her.

But then she remembered her pain again. So her heart had gone on ahead of her, otherwise she would not have felt as deeply the Maria incident, as Henry coined it. She felt angry also now.

"But that time," Fanny looked straight into his eyes then. He professed his love to her, yet that woman...

"Please," He placed his hand over her hand on his chest, startling her. She could feel his beating heart through the cloth of his shirt. "Allow me to prove my love for you." Her eyes widened.

"I know that it is shameless of me to ask. I beg of you. Allow me to repent for that time. I am a horrid villain to even think of such a thing, but please allow me to ... court you. To gradually earn you trust and your love, please Fanny." Henry said, his face in earnest and hope alight his eyes.

Fanny could barely comprehend his words over her confusion over his touch. She searched her emotions and finally decided she enjoyed it. It was not love exactly, but it was tentative fondness and a bit of tenderness that she felt.

Then his speech registered. Was he asking to court her? His wife? It was an interesting proposition. One she was not completely against.

She remembered is constant mention of villains and she wondered why he was so unsympathetic with himself. She looked at him, "You are not a villain."

Without warning, he reached across the space between them and kissed her. She gasped, startled. She was going to pull away but then she felt the sweetness of his lips on hers. She closed her eyes to accent the novel and soft feeling. It sent a chain reaction of responses throughout her body, but she closed her thoughts for a moment and allowed herself to just feel a man's lips against her own.


This is a bit of Susan and Tom. The scene was a little unrealistic, besides this story is about Fanny/Henry...

"The ribbon for the lady, please," A hand reached over her to pay the vendor. The vendor took the coin with a conspiring smile.

Susan's back stiffened, but she picked up the ribbon. "A surprise meeting you here, Mr. Bertram."

"Tis fate, Miss Price." The deep voice of Tom Bertram answered, sending shivers down her arms.

Turning, she found him a step too close to what propriety dictated. Slowly and deliberately, he took a step back.

"My brother will not be happy you are here," She hid a smile, by looking at the ground.

"I am not here for him," Tom reached forward, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. She felt the lingering imprint of his lips through the thin fabric of her gloves.

"He will be disappointed," she said finally looking at his face. It was as beautiful as she remembered, although on closer inspection, he looked tired and worn. "Have you fully recovered?"

"I have now," Tom answered flirtatiously.

Susan waved away his nonsense and lead him to the woods she had emerged from. Following the path she found the bench someone had smartly placed.

"You must rest after such a journey," she handed him the slice of bread the vendor's wife had given her.

He moved so that there was room for her on the bench and he split the bread and handed her half.

With a smile, Susan sat and took the bread.

"It seems my half is smaller," Susan teased.

"I have travelled most recently," Tom answered, promptly eating his part.

With a laugh, Susan followed suit.

"Miss Price, do you believe in magic?" Tom asked, he was prone to these spontaneous questions when they were alone. "Spells and such?"

After a moment's pause, Susan answered in the affirmative.

Without warning, Tom Bertram leaned toward her. Tilting his head, he captured her lips. The blood rushed to her head and her lips responded immediately even if she did not understand completely.

She felt his fingers trail her chin, and she could not possibly think.

Pulling back slowly, Tom set his forehead against hers.

"On this day & in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Make her forget, what has been done, before the rising of the sun. By the powers of spirit, water, fire & air, your memories you shall never bare." He chanted. "Forget this happened. But marry Tom Bertram at your earliest convenience, my lady."


Thank you for reading these. They didn't make the final story, but their cute and I have a soft spot for them...

I may see you guys at a wedding in a few days.