Taking a deep breath and standing nervously by the side of his best friend, Fitzwilliam Darcy tried very hard to school his visage into a passive, unemotional demeanor but was failing miserably. Today, he would be united in marriage to his Elizabeth. After only a few short minutes (after all what were minutes when it had taken nearly a year to reach this moment) a recitation of vows, and a pronunciation from the vicar and Elizabeth would be forever his in the eyes of the law and God just has he was already hers.

Fitzwilliam Darcy was absorbed into every moment of his wedding. He wanted to remember each and every detail of the single greatest moment of his life for the rest of his days. So fastidious was he in committing his wedding to his mind that he nearly forgot to breath.

The ceremony was over and Elizabeth was his wife! He could scare believe it nor could he wipe the smile off of his face as he proceeded with his bride to her family's home for the wedding brunch.

Longbourn was a house of chaos the morning when two of it's inhabitants were wedded. Mrs. Bennett was all exclamations of her good fortune, the beauty of her daughter, the goodness of new sons-in-law, and of course of her triump in securing the matches herself especially in Lizzy's case for the girl would not have been married if left to her own devices or so Mrs. Bennett loudly proclaimed.

Mr. Bennett merely tried to control his wife while trying to maintain an aire of joy despite loosing his two most treasured daughters, amongst them his dearest Lizzy. It was a blessing indeed that Mr. Darcy was a man such as he was. Lizzy would be given every opportunity to be herself without having to curb her manner or style. For this and the security that Darcy could offer his daughter, Mr. Bennett would be forever greatful, but not more so than for the way he looked at Elizabeth when he thought no one saw him. Yes, thought Mr. Bennett, Fitzwilliam Darcy will make his Lizzy the happiest woman.

To the casual observer looking in on this feliticious event, all would seem quite perfect. But if the observer outside the window was one such as Mr. Wickham, the jovial happenings occurring inside of the walls of Longbourn were both infuriating and sickening.

Elizabeth should have been his, not trapped forever by the insufferable Darcy who would merely seek to extinguish her passion and contort her amusing manners into all that was prim and proper. Yes, what Darcy would inflict upon the lovely Elizabeth would be quite tragic in the eyes of Mr. Wickham. Not a man to observe the socially accepted system of morals, he found his mouth dry with the thought of Elizabeth finding herself in Darcy's bed. That could possibly find any pleasure in his husbandly attentions was against everything that he himself stood for.

"Isn't it disgusting dearest," the shrill voice of his wife nearly thundered as she peered over his shoulder at her family. "The ever so perfect Jane marries the most benign man in all of England, and Lizzy, oh that Lizzy! She marries a man as boring and stodigy as Mr. Darcy just to out do our own splendid wedding!"

At his wife's comments, Wickham merely rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her, but it was getting harder to deal with his wife's blantant antics for attention as well her need to always be the center of attention.

"Perhaps, Mrs. Wickham" he began in a drawl. "It is you who fancies the idea of being Mrs. Darcy simply for the advantages it may promise. Perhaps then, you shouldn't have been so imprudent, but behaved more like your dear sister. She is after all, quite captivating without trying to be so."

Upon hearing his wife's screeches, he merely chuckled to himself self before turning to scowl at the merry party inside. Elizabeth Bennet , no Darcy smile with her eyes alighting on her new husband. Watching the aforementioned man's face become wreathed into uncharacteristic smiles made him sick to his stomach. Fists clenching at his sides, Mr. George Wickham swore to himself that he would see Lady Catherine's plan come to fruition. Mark his words, Fitzwilliam Darcy was going to rue the day that he stole the most remarkable jewel of a woman away from him. And Elizabeth Bennet Darcy would come running quite willingly into his arms to flee from the monstrously boring man that trapped her into a farce of a marriage.

He would have her. She would be his. There was simply no other way for this story to end.