A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, is it amazing after all, to realise how many abusive reviews one person can receive after such a small thing. I know that you were all seriously disgusted by the way the last chapter ended but I hope that this one sets things to right. I hope you all enjoy, but please let me know what you all think of it, for I am not sure if I like this chapter:

Mr Darcy sat silently in his carriage looking out at the scenery leading into London. As he watched the fields disappear into towns his thoughts strayed to Elizabeth. How beautiful she had looked in white, a symbol of her purity. Yet as she turned her back to him, he saw the simple white and black decorations that donned her hair. As Darcy stared bluntly at the decorations he realised that Elizabeth had completely disobeyed him, she had after all, shown some symbol of her sadness. So, she was not to be tamed and bluntly refused to be submissive. It was after all, in her character, the character that he had fallen in love with. Somewhere in his thoughts, Darcy imagined that she would arrive at the wedding dressed in black, knowing that it would be her intention to disappoint him. However, when he saw the decorations in her hair, he immediately could do nothing but smile at her attempts.

As he stared out of the window, Mr Darcy laughed slightly.

"What a day!" He exclaimed aloud.

"I completely agree with you Mr Darcy, it has after all been a very trying day." At this Darcy's eyes turned to the woman who sat opposite him in the carriage. He laughed slightly at her words.

"I must confess Mrs Darcy, that I found your hair decorations rather…amusing." Elizabeth watched the gentleman who had become her husband carefully for a moment before she attempted to respond.

"I thought, perhaps you would Mr Darcy. As your new wife I thought that it was made clear to you that I had no wish to change my character."

"I would not have it so. After all, your character is so very, flawless." Elizabeth laughed slightly at his mocking tone.

"As flawless as your own I imagine." She said sternly before looking out of the window again.

A long silence passed between them in the carriage but Elizabeth sat quietly gazing out as the countryside disappeared before her eyes. Why had she allowed herself to get involved in such an arrangement? Was it truly the best thing to help her family from destitution? Yes, it was, she had no other option to now obey the man she had come to hate.

Elizabeth quickly thought of the church in which, she had paused involuntarily, contemplating on if she was actually doing the right thing. She was unsure why she had remained silent for that moment, for earlier in the morning she had already decided to go forward with it. She did after all, have no other option.

But what would her life be like? She had heard of many women engaging into marriages that were not based on love. To Elizabeth they had all turned out terribly resulting in adultery on the male side. As Elizabeth sat she suddenly realised that she could not imagine such a thing happening to herself. Yet, as she looked across at Mr Darcy, his proud fame slouched into a comfortable position in the carriage. She swallowed hard before clearing her throat and finally tried to hold a conversation with the one man she had sworn to always loath.

""Is Georgiana to be in town?" She asked. His eyes met hers for a moment as she asked this question but he sighed slightly and returned his attention to the scenery.

"She is. But she is to reside at Lord and Lady Matlock's while she is in town." His tone was so forced that it maddened Elizabeth. Mr Darcy tone of voice immediately feel that he was uninterested in making conversation with her.

"I am sure that she will miss your stimulating company Mr Darcy." Elizabeth's voice was so full of anger at this that he immediately turned to her with slight misunderstanding in his countenance.

"As much as she will miss your own I presume!"

As Darcy looked away again his thoughts yet again strayed to the young woman who was occupying the carriage with him. Why had she paused during the ceremony? Was it her way of showing him that she was thinking of not going ahead.

Darcy remembered standing at the altar breathing heavily hoping to hear the words that had long tormented his soul. Yet as those two words passed from her lips, they were nothing like he had imagined in his heart. He had long imagined hearing her strong and loving voice calling out the words to his heart. Yet, as the words escaped her small and fragile body he heard nothing but contempt and sorrow. The words were so quietly spoken that it took him a moment to understand that she had actually consented to be his wife. As the realisation struck him, he let out a sigh of relief that only Elizabeth could hear. As he looked at her, he realised that she was breathing heavy and her face was slightly flushed. It was understandable, she had after all, agreed to marry a man who she despised. Yes, Darcy knew she despised him.

Yet, as Elizabeth sat in the drawing room of the Longborne estate agreeing to be his wife, Darcy's pride overcame him for a moment resulting in him smirking at his own accomplishments.

He did feel some kind of sorrow for Elizabeth, she had left her family and friends to live as a wife with him.

However, he did feel some kind of sorrow for himself, he was trapped with a woman who he was unsure if he could resist. Would he be able to live with her in name only? Would he resist her charms of character? Or was there going to be another flaw in his character to be shown to Elizabeth?

As he let his thoughts pass, he turned to look at Elizabeth. She was so beautiful as she sat quietly looking out as the carriage passed into the streets of London. Small strands of hair had escaped from their tight formation at the back of her head, cascading slightly down her neck. At that moment, Darcy could not release his eyes from her beauty. As he stared at her beautiful pale skin he could not control himself from comparing the colour to the deep brown of her eyes.

"Perhaps we should come to some understanding Elizabeth." Darcy said as he continued to stare at her face. Elizabeth's eyes met his as he used her Christian name and for a moment she seemed shocked.

"What do you propose Mr Darcy?" She asked quietly. To Darcy's shock she did not look away but kept her gaze strong on him.

"Perhaps we should learn to understand each others wishes on the matter of our marriage, after all, we are both civilized human beings, can we not behave with dignity?"

"How do you propose that Mr Darcy?"

"We should take enjoyment in the things that we both enjoy and discuss them instead of the topics which increase my stubbornness and your wit."

"Like literature and music."

"Of course, if that is what you desire." Elizabeth smiled slightly, for at last he was speaking like a gentleman.

As the carriage rolled to a halt outside of the Darcy townhouse, Elizabeth smiled slightly.

"Then perhaps Mr Darcy, if we are to discuss topics which you enjoy we should perhaps discuss the inequality of women. For it was after all, the one thing that placed my family in near destitution and forced us into this arrangement." Darcy was just about to respond to the insult when the carriage door was opened by a footman. Instead, he smiled at her slightly before stepping down to the London sidewalk. He turned with a unrealistic, happy disposition and held his hand out to help his new wife down.

As the skin of Elizabeth's hand touched his own he could do nothing but stare at it for a moment in complete shock. He had only touched her lightly and yet the overwhelming sensation that passed through his body almost made him scream, oh how was he to resist her?

However, as Elizabeth touched Darcy's skin all she could do was shudder at the thought of him touching her. Her thoughts on the topic were contrary to Darcy's. Elizabeth's was more of a thought of, How will I ever avoid him?