Mary Born Anew: Maria

by swtimperfection21

Mary Bennet strikes off to find her own life outside of Longbourn. She finds many new things and adventures as a governess to a mysterious Lord's ward. Is love perhaps in the future of the last 'Miss Bennet?

2. Part I 'Ch 1 & 2'

Part I

(Chapters I and II)

[Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Jane Austen or any republication of her works. I only wish to express an idea inspired by her novel Pride and Prejudice

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Chapter One

(Arriving)

Mary released a breath as she took in the vast expanse of her new home. Dodgewood Castle was a beautiful sight. It's stone, though aged, glittered in the afternoon sun and its turrets rose high. She thanked her driver and paid him for his help with her two trunks. Then with her head held high, she rang at the castle gate. She was soon attended to by a stumbling and nervous servant boy, who took her trunks and led her to the castle foyer. Mary slipped off her bonnet as the boy took her trunks to where she assumed her room was. The boy, William, told her that Mrs. Garwood would meet her shortly.

After the boy disappeared, Mary took in the appearance of the foyer. It was well decorated and showed off the lord's wealth. The oriental carpet beneath her feet was fascinatingly unique. Its deep navy base enhanced the intricate gold designs. A grandfather clock chimed the hour and Mary looked up startled at the sudden noise. She heard two rings. She sighed, it had been a long trip and she arrived late in the afternoon. She hoped that she was not expected to begin her duties so shortly. Today she wanted to acquaint herself with her new charge and then have a decent meal, bathe, and sleep. Tomorrow she could begin the girl's education. Mary's head turned as a large robust woman bustled into the foyer. The woman's face showed her age to be around twenty years Mary's senior. Mary assumed that she was the woman who had sent the response to her advertisement.

"Ah," the older woman smiled kindly, "You must be our Miss Bennet. Come along, come along. I am Mrs. Garwood. I will take you to the drawing room for tea. You can meet our Daniela and rest awhile from your journey. I do expect you are tired after traveling all the way from Hertfordshire. That is a three days journey by carriage."

Mary smiled, instantly taking a liking to the woman, "Thank you, Mrs. Garwood. Tea would be wonderful. It has been a tedious trip but I was placated by the beautiful grounds here at Dodgewood. As soon as we arrived on the land I noticed the unique beauty it held."

"Oh yes, Dodgewood is better known for its beautiful landscape. Many artists have requested to paint on our grounds," Mrs. Garwood responded as Mary followed her. "Do you paint or draw, Miss Bennet?"

"Yes. I draw more than I paint," Mary answered. "Painting sometimes frustrates me even though I enjoy the activity greatly."

"Oh, that is lovely," Mrs. Garwood smiled. "You can teach Daniela so much. She is struggling with her English yet. She has spent only two years here at Dodgewood. She spent the majority of her childhood in Madrid."

Mary nodded without saying anything as they finally entered the drawing room. Mrs. Garwood led her to sit in one of the chairs. Nearby the fireplace, a young girl sat playing with her two dolls. She was humming softly and brushing their hair. She did not even look up as they entered. Mary took in the girl's appearance. She was petite in stature. Her skin was a golden hue with a healthy glow and her hair was deep ebony black, pulled half way back while the rest fell in ringlets just past her shoulders. She had a cherub's face and looked like the epitome of all that was innocent. Mary could not see the girl's eyes but she was sure that they were dark as her other features suggested.

Mrs. Garwood called for the little girl and Mary's educated guess proven correct. Almond shaped eyes held the deep warm brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Delicate black brows hunched in question and she stood to join the two elder women. Her midnight blue gown rustled as she gracefully moved to stand before them. Mrs. Garwood decided to try and introduce the young girl to her new governess.

"Daniela, this is Miss Bennet. She is to be your new governess," Mrs. Garwood stated carefully.

Daniela's brows bunched a little closer in her confusion. Mary decided that it was time to reveal her knowledge of Daniela's knowledge. She prayed that she was not as out of practice as she believed she was. She took a deep breath as she began.

"Hola, Daniela," Mary began. "Soy Senora Mary Bennet, tu maestra nueva. Yo quiero ayudarte con tu ingles y mas. Me quieras ayudar?"

[Hello, Daniela. I am Miss Mary Bennet, your new governess. I want to help you with your English and more. Do you want my help? (A/N: I have taken only four years of H.S. Spanish, so apologize if any of this is incorrect)

Daniela face brightened with pleased surprise, "Tu hablas espanol, es tremendo! Si, si! Yo quiero tu ayuda, Senora Maria."

[You speak Spanish; that is wonderful! Yes, yes! I want your help, Miss Maria.

Mary smiled at the sweet child's excitement and enthusiasm and spoke softly, "Es bien, Daniela, pero tu necesitas practicar ingles mas. Yo quiero hablar en ingles para todo el tiempo. Es mas importante."

Daniela nodded seriously, "Si... yes, Miss Maria. I want to make Senor Edward… pr…proud of me."

Mary nodded, "Well, you must work very hard but I believe you can go far Daniela. You can return to your munecas. Tomorrow we will begin your lessons."

Daniela nodded and smiled before returning to her dolls happily. Mary took a sip of her tea and turned to Mrs. Garwood. The older housemaid nearly gaped at the young woman before and Mary had to chuckle. Mary had a great fondness for Mrs. Garwood already.

"I learned Spanish in my quest to understand the music I played," Mary explained. "I've known it for years. I am just glad that I have not lost my touch with the language. It has been a long while since I have spoken it."

"You are a fascinating and varied creature, Miss Bennet. I do believe you will be a tremendous asset to Dodgewood," Mrs. Garwood murmured in awe. "You are vastly talented, my dear."

"Thank you," Mary smiled, "but please do not think me so great. I only have varied interests and please, call me Mary. I do believe you will be a great friend while I am here at Dodgewood."

"Oh, of course Miss… Mary," Mrs. Garwood murmured. "Now, I suspect you will like to get things settled in your new room before supper. I will have William escort you. I must see to the kitchens."

"Thank you, Mrs. Garwood," Mary smiled gratefully. "I believe that is a wonderful idea. I believe a nap is in order after my long trip and I will be much obliged if you could tell me when supper is to be served."

"Oh, supper varies from between the hours of five and seven. It depends on what meal the cook is making. I do believe, however, that tonight's meal will be on the table at five thirty."

Mary nodded and stood when William entered the room, "Thank you Mrs. Garwood. I do believe you are to show me to my room, William. Lead the way, sir."

The young lad of fifteen blushed at the attention and quickly did Mary's jovial bidding. Mary gave a farewell smile to Daniela and Mrs. Garwood and followed William out of the drawing room. Mary took a breath as William led her up the nearest staircase. The two went up three flights until they reached the third floor up. William led her to a room on the farthest right. Mary was surprised because she assumed she would be given ordinary servant's quarters. This seemed to be the living area reserved for family and guests. She decided she would question Mrs. Garwood later that evening. She thanked William for his aid and then entered her new quarters.

Mary gasped as she entered the room. It was as large as the room she shared with Kitty back in Longbourn. There was a spacious four-poster bed with forest green velvet curtains to be drawn for privacy. A night table stood next to it with a lamp for light. Near her large window was a dark desk made of the finest cherry wood. Another lamp rested there and also a matching cherry chair with a dark green cushion. A table near a different door held the chamber pot. Mary walked across to open the mysterious door and she found a rather magnificent tub. She deduced that it was her new bathing chamber. Mary was astounded at the splendor of it all.

She left the bathing chamber and studied the varnished wardrobe that was to hold her clothes and perhaps other important things. Deciding that it was time to unpack, she turned to the nearest of her two trunks. It held her dresses, underclothes, and shoes. Mary did not own many dresses. The six she owned were all in various shades of beige and gray… except for one. Her one colorful dress was the one her sisters Jane and Elizabeth had made her wear to their weddings. It was deep forest green and had a modest square neckline. The waist was fashionable and accented by a lighter green ribbon. The sleeves came to a stop just before her elbow and it came with a shawl in the same shade as the ribbon. Mary honestly saw no use for it but could not just give it away; so she decided to keep it for whenever an occasion called for it. She carefully put the dress away and bent to put away two of her three pairs of shoes.

The one she had on her feet were her sturdy boots that she generally traveled in. They secured her in the case that she needed to walk in a harsh terrain. Her other pairs were simply shoes. One was a sturdy pair for everyday use around the castle and for her normal dresses. The other was the pair that went with the green gown. To Mary they seemed frivolous, no better use than for dancing and Mary rarely danced. However, like the dress she could not simply throw them out. She put them away with a shake of her head. Afterward she put away her pantaloons, corsets, and other such garments. She also hid away the bag of money Mr. Bennet had given to her in a hidden compartment she had found in the wardrobe.

She went to her other, smaller, trunk and opened it. In this trunk it held the things she owned for herself. There were a few miniatures of the family and her small collection of books. She also had her quills, paper, pencils, and other various tools. She also had her collection of music. She put all of these things in the compartments of her desk. The three miniatures she spread about the room. She put one on her desk, one on her nightstand, and the other on her wash stand. She put her books on the shelf attached to the desk and then smiled with satisfaction at her work. She settled her trunks away and then moved to fall against her new bed. She smiled and closed her eyes happily. She was finally in control of her own life. Soon she felt the pull of sleep and did not awake until the clock in her room chimed five.

She sat up and stretched before moving to the washstand. She straightened her appearance and then went downstairs to find Mrs. Garwood waiting for her. Mary smiled at the older woman and accompanied her into the servants dining quarters. Mary gave a sigh of satisfaction at the delicious smell rising from the meal. She sat down at the place Mrs. Garwood indicated.

"How was your afternoon, Mary?" Mrs. Garwood asked. "I trust you have everything settled in?"

"It was wonderful Mrs. Garwood. I have everything unpacked. However, I have a question about my quarters. They seem to be that of a relative or guest. Surely, I should have received a room in the servants' quarters."

Mrs. Garwood nodded in understanding, "Your room is in the wing that Daniela's room is situated. In fact, hers is directly across. I thought it would be best because you are taking a more maternal role in her life. Also, I knew of your upbringing. You are a gentleman's daughter. The servants' quarters are not the place for you."

"Mrs. Garwood, I thank you for concern but you must not trouble yourself on my account. I may be a gentleman's daughter but I do know my fair share of work. I was surprised because back at Longbourn I shared a room with my sister that was that size. It was a shock to realize that it was only for me this time."

"How many sisters do you have?" Mrs. Garwood asked conversationally.

"I am the middle sister of five daughters. My two eldest, Jane and Elizabeth have been married for the past year. My younger sister, Kitty is to be married in the next two weeks. My youngest sister, Lydia passed away. She had fallen to some unknown disease."

"I am sorry my dear," Mrs. Garwood murmured sympathetically. "I know how hard it is to lose someone you love."

Mary smiled softly, "I do love Lydia but she and I were never close. My other sisters and I believe it was for the best. She had two daughters that she wanted nothing to do with. She was too young to realize her responsibility to them. Luckily, their father turned his colors when they were born. They will be raised well and since Wickham lives in Hertfordshire, they will be under the eye of their grandparents much of the time."

"So, you believe it has worked out for the best?"

"For the girls, yes; I will still miss my sister but, perhaps this is what was meant to be," Mary answered solemnly. "I hope that does not make me sound dreadful."

"Of course not, Mary, it makes you sound sensible. That is a lot more than I can say about some people."

Mary laughed lightly, "And who would you be talking about, Mrs. Garwood?"

"Oh, my sister's employer, she sounds like the worst sort of tyrant. You would never expect her sort of behavior from our master."

"Where does your sister stay?" Mary asked taking a bite of the delicious stew before her.

"She works at Rosings for a Lady Catherine de Bourgh… Are you alright, Mary?"

Mary discreetly wiped away the remnants of the food she had coughed on. She shook her head to dissuade Mrs. Garwood's concerns. She looked up with humor filled jade eyes.

"I am sorry for your sister. I have heard of Lady Catherine's temper."

Mrs. Garwood looked astounded, "You know Lady Catherine."

"I have only had a short meeting with the lady. However, my sister Elizabeth had the privilege of her acquaintance for a much longer period. She would be able to tell you more honestly of Lady Catherine's temperament."

"My sister told me that she has been in the worst mood for more than a year. She was in a right fit when she heard a rumor concerning her nephew. It was said that he planned to marry someone the lady thought was beneath him."

"Marry her, he did," Mary smiled. "I do not know about beneath him. I have always perceived my brother-in-law as Lizzie's equal."

Mrs. Garwood's cheerful brown eyes widened with surprise and mirth, "You mean your sister was the one the lady was angry about?"

"Oh yes," Mary laughed, "Lady Catherine went so far as to come to Longbourn to dissuade Elizabeth from accepting Mr. Darcy's hand. It did not hinder their relationship. Actually, the lady's visit aided it. The two finally came around to realizing their feelings for one another."

"Oh, I must hear this story. My sister will be so pleased to know that I am friends with the mysterious lady's sister."

Mary smiled, "It is a romantic tale."

Mary went on to tell the tale and Mrs. Garwood served a smattering of desert for the both of them. The two laughed at the happier moments and Mrs. Garwood gasped at the more shocking details. Mary also told the story of Charles and Jane for it was tied into Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam's tale. When she ended with the news of Kitty's engagement to Col. Fitzwilliam, Mrs. Garwood was in highly good spirits.

"Now that is a tale," Mrs. Garwood. "I will have to tell Harriet that. She will probably use it to maintain her composure while under the lady's employment."

Mary nodded and smiled, "I do believe she will. I am still waiting for the great lady to step down from her pedestal. She needs a great deal of grounding."

"I do not disagree with you there," Mrs. Garwood answered. "I have been here at Dodgewood ever since our present Lord was born. You would never catch such behavior from him. Oh, he does act self important at some moments but never as high and mighty as Lady Catherine has been rumored of being."

Mary smiled, "Does Lord Dodgewood stay here often?"

"Oh, no he does not. Sometimes Lord Dodgewood is not seen around this estate for a year at a time and when he does return, it is only for a few days."

"Does he have a great deal of business to attend to?" Mary asked curiously.

"He does have business affairs. However, I think it is more that he is trying his hardest to run away from his past."

"What could he have done that is so terrible?" Mary asked astonished.

"Oh, I do not believe it was something of his doing. I believe it was something he witnessed. Whatever it is, it has caused him to hide away from Dodgewood."

Mary nodded and chewed the pie she had before her. She looked up at Mrs. Garwood's next question.

"Why did you not marry, Mary?" she asked thoughtfully.

Mary blushed and felt sadness thrum through her, "I guess because I found no one to accept me for who I am. I am not the most beautiful of my sisters and I guess I am not as fortunate. All of my sisters married for love and were fortuitous enough that their loves came with large estates. I promised myself when I was young that I would only marry for love. However, I guess no one could see past my plainness amongst my sisters' beauty. I guess it was not meant to be. If you will excuse me, Mrs. Garwood; I do believe that I am overdue for a hot bath and a decent night's rest."

Mrs. Garwood nodded and watched the young girl leave. She shook her head at the modesty Mary held. The older maid had no idea what kind of beauty Mary's sisters held. However, she did know that Mary possessed at least a fair share of it. Mary had a becoming figure and fair skin. Her rich chestnut hair complemented her skin tone and jade green eyes. Her full lips smiled pleasantly and her nose was an adorable button shape. She may not be Helen of Troy but she was definitely a beauty of her own sorts. Mrs. Garwood gained another level of respect for Miss Mary Bennet. She was not vain and she was hard working. Mrs. Garwood suspected that Mary would be a bigger blessing to Dodgewood than she had originally thought.

Mary had returned to her room and had someone help her draw a bath. When she was alone, she slipped out of her clothes and sank into the warm bubbly water with a happy sigh. It had been far too long since she had a decent bath. She began her washing herself and started to hum lightly to herself. Her thoughts ran back to Mrs. Garwood's question.

Mary sighed sadly. She had always secretly wished to find love like her sisters and then know the blessing of motherhood. However, it did not do well to sit in self pity. She decided to be happy with the freedom her choices had given her. Besides, she did not know what her future held. She would just go on with her life day by day. She cleared her thoughts and continued bathing. When she was sure every inch of her being had been rid of dirt from the road, she stepped out of the tub and dried herself with a thick towel nearby. She left the bathing chamber to enter her room and she dressed in her nightgown. After that, she sat down at her desk and lit her lamp. She took out sheets of paper, her ink, and quill, and settled down to write letters to Lizzie and her parents.

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Dearest Elizabeth,

How are you my dearest sister? I am sure by now you have received my note (and a perhaps an outraged letter from Mama) telling everyone that I am no longer living at Longbourn. Surely you, of all my sisters, will realize my decision. I did not want to stay where I was constantly pressured to marry. Perhaps marriage is not the path for me.

Dodgewood is a remarkably beautiful place, Lizzie. The moment I laid eyes on the estate I was entranced. I daresay it can compete with Pemberley in its splendor. Now do not let Mr. Darcy think I prefer Dodgewood. I love Pemberley but, in my own strange way, I can think of Dodgewood as my own. I feel free for the first time in my life. I am no longer Mary, the middle sister of Longbourn. I am Mary the free woman of Dodgewood. I have been told that the lord of this large land does not frequent it. It has been said that he can be gone for a year at a time before he comes to stay (for a short term) here at Dodgewood.

His ward, Daniela, is my new charge. She is a beautiful young child. She is ten years old and hails from Spain. She spent the first eight years of her life in Madrid. I told everyone that my learning Spanish would be a useful endeavor. Her English leaves room for improvement but, she is a bright child and I do believe she will advance far in the next few weeks. She was very excited to meet someone who could speak Spanish here in Britain. I am just thankful that I am not as out of practice as I thought I was. Either way, I believe I will grow very fond of Daniela. She seems so eager to learn and to please.

Oh, my room! Dear heavens, my room is as large as the one I shared with Kitty and only for me! It is a wonderful room and it even has my own private bathing chamber. I am very happy and surprised with it. The window, however, is my favorite thing about it. It is large and faces west and gives the most beautiful view I have ever seen. I missed sunset, but I suspect that that occasion will be spectacular to view from my window as well. Other than that, my room is furnished with a lovely four poster bed that is encased in deep green curtains. The desk I am writing at is made of a lovely cherry and holds enough drawers for all my tools and other such things. My wardrobe is quite decent in size. I am glad to say that I have only taken of a fourth of the space it provides for dresses. I know that sounds an odd thing to be proud of but I am an odd sort of person.

Well, I decided to write only you this time because I trust you can inform everyone of my well being and it is rather late. Please send my regards to Mr. Darcy, Georgiana, Mr. Bingley, Jane, baby Charles, Kitty, and Col. Fitzwilliam. I wish you all well and I do miss you all terribly. Do not worry, Lizzie, I am writing Mama and Papa after this letter. I love you all.

Your Sister,

Mary Bennet

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Mary sealed the letter, addressed it, and then set it aside to send with William on his journey to the nearby village. She wrote a quick letter to her parents to tell them of her journey and safe arrival. She included the funny coincidence about Lady Catherine for her father's amusement. After she went through a lengthy description of her new home (for Mama's sake), she sealed the letter and addressed it. She put out the lamp on her desk and followed the light of the one on her nightstand to her bed. After saying her prayers, she slipped under the sheets and quickly fell asleep with a smile on her face.

The next morning, Mary awoke early and readied herself for the new day. She dressed quickly in a simple gown and then pulled her hair halfway back into a neat bun. She then slipped on her everyday shoes and quickly went downstairs with her letters to send with William to the village. She greeted Mrs. Garwood as she entered the kitchen and found the young teenaged boy eating his breakfast. She told him of her letters and the boy blushed as he nodded in consent to her request. Mary smiled with thanks and then turned to the sound of Daniela's new name for her. She smiled and greeted the young girl.

"Miss Maria, will be… learning today?" Daniela asked as she sat at the table.

Mary laughed and sat next to her, "Yes, we will be learning today, Daniela. After breakfast we will begin your studies."

"What is your plan for the day, Mary?" Mrs. Garwood asked taking a seat after setting a plate before Daniela.

"Well, I believe we will study reading, writing, and arithmetic until lunch. After lunch I thought we might go on to study history and art. I thought we might do those lessons outside today. It is perfect weather to stroll about the gardens and pick out items to capture on paper. Afterward, we can return to the castle at tea time for a hopefully well deserved break. Perhaps I will even play for you and Daniela, if that is an acceptable diversion to the young lady in question. Then Daniela can decide if she would like to learn how to play the pianoforte and to read music. Afterward, I think our day comes to a close. I will see to her supper, bath, and then bed."

Mrs. Garwood smiled and nodded, "I do believe you have full schedule, Mary. Do you intend to keep it in that order?"

"I believe so," Mary answered. "I might change things in the future but I think that the structure will be conducive to Daniela's education."

Mrs. Garwood nodded and they continued breakfast. They said farewell to William as he headed of for the village for various supplies and the post. Then Mary and Daniela left the kitchen for the drawing room. Mary took out her paper and pencils and then a children's book she had found in the castle's library the day before, shortly before her bath, and then began Daniela's first reading lesson.

It soon became evident during her lessons that Daniela was a determined and persistent child willing to learn. It also became evident that Daniela had at least a little practice reading and even writing (more than likely in her native language). Mary continued on until it was time for her mathematics lessons.

"You are doing very well, Daniela. I daresay you have had some practice in reading and writing before," Mary smiled with praise.

"Si… I mean yes, Miss Maria. My… my nanny taught me a little before I came to Dodgewood."

"Well, if you work very hard I believe you can achieve fluency by Christmastide."

Daniela smiled at the praise and settled down to concentrate on the new task Mary had set out for her. Their lesson was interrupted as Mrs. Garwood bustled in with three other maids. Mary instructed Daniela to concentrate her task. She stood to inquire about Mrs. Garwood's agitated behavior.

"Mrs. Garwood is anything wrong?" Mary asked softly.

The large female turned and smiled absently, "No of course not dear. William has returned with a letter from the master. Lord Dodgewood will return to the castle in the next two weeks… the end of the month, at the latest."

"Oh, is there anything I can do to help?" Mary asked.

"No, no. Your duties with Daniela are the most important. Besides, I am only making sure everything is perfectly in order."

Mary smiled and nodded, "Very well then, please say the word if you need my assistance. I will do anything I can to help."

"Thank you, Mary. Go on, I can take care of things."

Mary smiled and nodded her head. She returned to Daniela who looked up with questioning eyes. Mary told her that her guardian would soon be returning to the castle. Daniela's eye's widened and she asked if Mary was telling the truth.

"Yes, Daniela, I am telling you the truth. So, if you want to show Lord Dodgewood how hard you have worked, you must continue working hard."

"Si, si Miss Maria. I will work as hard as I can. I want to make Senor Edward proud of me," Daniela answered and returned to her studies.

Mary smiled and kissed her forehead, "It is almost time for lunch. After you finish these problems you can play until lunch, alright?"

"Thank you Miss Maria," Daniela smiled and worked hard to finish.

Mary smiled as the little girl then went to find her dolls. Mary cleaned up their table and put her things away. She went to wash her hands and then entered the kitchen. She greeted the cook, Ms. Hollander, and gratefully took a plate of food and the accompanying soup. Mary took her seat next to the eating William (who she had learned was Ms. Hollander's son) and smiled as Mrs. Garwood entered the kitchen.

"Has your day been pleasant, Mrs. Garwood?" Mary asked. "I know you have been busy preparing for the lord's arrival."

"It has been a decent day I suppose," Mrs. Garwood answered sitting across from her, "just tiresomely busy. We have new maids who are not yet accustomed to their surroundings. I only wish they seem to catch on as quickly as you do."

Mary laughed lightly, "Well, I am still rather unaccustomed to my new home. I just go where my feet lead me… and sometimes where Daniela leads. After lunch I aim to take her out in the gardens for her history and drawing lessons. I might even teach her some of the names of the plants while we are outside."

"Just be careful of the maze," Mrs. Garwood chuckled. "You can get quite lost if you are new to it."

Mary laughed, "My father always said I had a good sense of direction. Perhaps I can wield it this afternoon."

Mrs. Garwood nodded, "If you do get lost and Daniela cannot seem to find her way through, just shout for William. He is working outside today."

Said young lad blushed clear to his ears. Mary smiled unassumingly towards the boy and nodded in answer to Mrs. Garwood's suggestion. Mary finished her meal quickly and went in search for her charge. She found Daniela just leaving the dining room and told her to get her cloak and bonnet. Mary followed her upstairs to their rooms and entered hers in search of her own cloak and bonnet. She grabbed her sketch book and a blank one for Daniela's use. Then she took out her set of pencils to take outside. When she was prepared, she met Daniela in the hallway and they set out for the gardens.

"Miss Maria, what am I going to learn out in the gardens?" Daniela asked giving a small skip to her step.

Mary smiled at the child, "I am going to give you your history lesson while we walk through the garden's maze. When we reach the center of the maze I will pick something out for your first drawing subject. Now, when you are first starting out it is not always perfect. You must have patience with your work, Daniela."

Daniela nodded, "I understand, Miss Maria. I will do my best and work hard for you."

Mary nodded, "That is all I can ask of you now, Daniela. You are doing very well. I am pleased with your progress even after one day."

Daniela smiled and skipped on a little ahead. They reached the gardens and Mary told Daniela to stay by her side. Mary continued to teach Daniela about the early days of history starting with the Greeks. Mary taught her in such away that it sounded more like an entertaining story. Her method, however, was efficient and Daniela was soon interested in more history. Mary smiled and continued on through the maze with her innocent companion. Mary was growing very fond of the little girl and her inquisitive and determined nature.

"What is this flower called, Miss Maria?" Daniela asked as she pointed out a blossom.

Mary studied the blossom with a calculating stare, "I believe that is a manner of lily. I have never seen it before. We must look it up when we return to the castle."

Daniela nodded, "Could I try to draw it, Miss Maria?"

"I suppose so," Mary answered. "It is a pretty blossom. Let us sit on the bench here."

Daniela followed her and sat beside her. Mary then took out the sketch book she had brought for her pupil.

"Here you are Daniela," Mary murmured. "This is your new sketch book. You may use it however you like but remember you will need space for your lessons with me."

Daniela nodded and thanked Mary for the useful gift. Mary let her borrow one of her pencils and gave Daniela a few beginning instructions. Daniela then went about her drawing quietly. Mary took out her own sketch book and then set out to draw Daniela. She smiled as she began her work. Watching the little girl so deeply involved with a similar task warmed Mary's heart and her hand worked quickly to capture the image.

Mary had finished the roughened sketch of Daniela's profile and her face when it was nearly time to return for tea. She put it away with the intention to finish in her room and then asked to see what Daniela had accomplished. Mary bit back an amused smile at the small picture. It was accurate and well done as a beginner's could be. Her study of proportions and shading need work. However, the drawing showed promise. Mary told Daniela such and then they both returned to the castle.

Mary took Daniela's cloak and bonnet as the girl went to show Mrs. Garwood what she had drawn. After she had put her things away in her room, Mary went to downstairs to the drawing room where Daniela and Mrs. Garwood waited. She nodded to the elder woman and laughed lightly when Daniela came to embrace her. She returned the child's affection and then sat beside Mrs. Garwood for tea.

"It has been a long but progressive day," Mary told Mrs. Garwood. "She shows great promise as a student and as a young woman. I wager you will not be able to keep the young men away when she is entered into society."

Mrs. Garwood smiled, "She is a beautiful young girl. Lord Dodgewood told us that she looked exactly like her mother."

"Did you know of her mother then, of where Daniela came from?" Mary asked conversationally.

Mrs. Garwood shook her head sadly, "He only told me she came from a great tragedy and he never wanted us to speak of it around her or himself."

Mary nodded thoughtfully, "Well he is a great man for giving Daniela a chance at a good life. It is only up to the child to see that she utilizes it."

"Yes, however, she is so attached to him. She only wishes for him to show her an ounce of the affection she shows for him," Mrs. Garwood responded softly. "He may not be her father but Daniela shows him the love of a daughter."

Mary nodded thoughtfully; within her mind she was curious of Daniela's origins. Where in the world had the mysterious child come from and from what sort of tragedy? She secretly hoped that the lord's involvement was not as scandalous as her imagination played out within her mind's depths. Her thoughts were interrupted when Daniela asked her to play the pianoforte for them. Mary smiled and moved to the familiar instrument.

Truth be told, it was grander than any she had sat at before (except Georgiana's instrument). Mary ran her fingers over the keys softly, familiarizing herself with them. She looked up at her small audience and asked them if they had a special request for her.

Daniela immediately asked if she knew anything in Spanish. She refused to allow herself the small chuckle she heard from Mrs. Garwood and nodded.

"Perhaps you will recognize this, Daniela," Mary answered and began to play a slow piece.

Daniela gasped, "I know this song! Si! It is a lullaby. My nanny in Madrid used to sing it to me. Please, Miss Maria, it is incomplete without the words. You must sing it, please!"

Mary sighed inwardly, she was not confident with her voice, "I can try but I will apologize beforehand. I feel my voice lacks in talent."

"You are just being… mod… modest," Daniela urged. "Please, Miss Maria, please sing for us."

Mary nodded lightly and began the lullaby again. This time however, her voice flowed over the instrument's notes. She sang the slow lilting lyrics with the accompaniment. She did not notice her audience's pleasantly surprised reactions. They listened, enraptured with the young governess's talented fingers and beautiful voice. Mary did falter but it was barely noticeable, if at all. However, these were the things Mary took to heart. She remembered the constant teasing of the less civil girls in Hertfordshire. She continued despite the bad memories and smiled when she finished. Her audience of two applauded enthusiastically.

"She was right," Mrs. Garwood murmured, "you were being modest, Mary."

"Si, you voice rivaled an angel's. It was una poema de vida… a poem of life." Daniela praised. "Will you teach me music, Miss Maria?"

Mary blushed at the unexpected compliments but smiled at her pupil's request.

"Of course, I will teach you music, Daniela. We will put that in the schedule starting tomorrow. It will be after tea and before dinner. We can work on reading and playing the music."

"I am so happy," Daniela smiled happily. "I hope Senor Edward will be pleased with what I learn."

"I am sure he will be, Daniela," Mary smiled and kissed the child's forehead. "Now, you must ready yourself for dinner and than a bath before bed."

"Will you come read me a story, Miss Maria?" Daniela asked shyly.

"If you would like, but you cannot stay up later than nine-thirty. What would you like to hear?" Mary asked.

"I want to hear the fairy-tale about the little cinder girl," Daniela answered. "It is my favorite story."

Mary smiled, "Alright then, I will read Cinderella tonight."

Daniela squeaked with happiness and then ran off to prepare for dinner. Mary laughed at the girl's exuberance. She turned to Mrs. Garwood and smiled at the older woman. Mrs. Garwood shook her head with amusement.

"She is a remarkable child," Mrs. Garwood murmured. "One moment she is seemingly mature for her age and the next she is squealing with childish delight."

"She is ten years old," Mary laughed. "It is to be expected of her."

Mrs. Garwood nodded and the two women left the drawing room for the kitchen.

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Later, after Daniela was put to bed and Mary had retreated to her own quarters. Mary sat down at her desk to write a letter to Kitty. She felt tremendously guilty that she would have to miss her younger sister's wedding. However, she knew that she would not be sorely missed. It would be a surprise if Kitty even remembered Mary was not there with all the excitement of her wedding day. However, it was Mary's duty as a sister to acknowledge the fact that she could not attend the event. So, in order to appease her sister, she wrote a letter to her. She knew Kitty loved to receive letter, no matter their origins.

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Dearest Future Mrs. Catherine Fitzwilliam (thought you might like to see your new name in print for the first time),

I feel absolutely dreadful that I am to miss your wedding day. I know you must think me a dreadful beast not to be there. However, surely you know I would attend I could. My duties here at Dodgewood, however, could not be delayed… or avoided. I am sure it will please you to know that I too, in my own peculiar way, am settled out on my own. By the time you receive this letter I am sure Mama or our sisters will have told you the tale over and over. You should have seen Mama's face when Papa allowed me to leave.

I am growing really fond of my new home here in Dodgewood. The land is beautiful and the people warm and inviting. I have not yet met my employer, Lord Edward Eckert of Dodgewood. However, my new charge is a delightful young girl of ten years. Her name is Daniela De la Vega. She is wonderfully intelligent for her age and determined to progress. I have been impressed over and over by the little one's spirit. Daniela also presents a mystery for me. You see, no one knows of her origins. Oh, everyone knows she spent the first eight years of her life in Spain but no one knows her mother or why Lord Dodgewood holds responsibility for the young child.

My room here at Dodgewood Castle (can you believe that I live in a castle Kit?) is as large as the one I shared with you. However, it is only for me this time. I cannot tell you how I relish in the freedom of my own life here at Dodgewood. I may come and go as I please. I rather enjoy my new home. Lizzie can tell you a full description. It is rather late and I do not want to bore you with details. However, I will enquire after you to tell me of your wedding when it happens.

You must tell me every detail for I will feel empty without some sort of knowledge. You are my sister, dearest Kitty. I would not think of not knowing how happy you were on your wedding day. I know you will be busy being a new wife but please heed this sisterly request. Send my regards to Col. Fitzwilliam and everyone. I love you all.

Your Sister,

Mary Bennet

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Mary set the sealed letter aside and then went to her bed. She blew out her lamp, said her prayers, and then settled beneath the sheets after a long but wonderful day. The smile on her face as she drifted to sleep would not disappear.

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Chapter Two

(Falling for Fate)

Mary walked through the fields of Dodgewood. She had been governess at the majestic castle and its grounds for a month. Today was the first day she had had completely to herself. Daniela had made remarkable progress. Mary was very impressed with the child's intelligence and determination to succeed. However, Mary realized the importance of a break in the schedule. She decided to take the day for herself and let Daniela play. Mrs. Garwood thought it was a wonderful idea and so Mary's decision was put into action.

Mary had awoken that morning to clear beautiful blue skies and had not taken a moment's thought to dress, place her hair in a swift (somewhat messy) braid, and grab her cloak and current book. She had said farewell to Mrs. Garwood, who smiled and shook her head lightly, then to Daniela kissing the top of her head as she went, and grabbed a prepared wrapped bundle of food. When she breathed in the fresh air of the environment around her, her spirit was set free.

She could tell it was almost noon and decided to set off for the tree she had seen on one of the many hills. It was shaded and perfect for a picnic and some leisurely reading. She picked up a trail next to the rapidly flowing river and then dug out the book she had brought. She found it hidden in one of her pockets and opened to where she had left off.

The book was one she had found in the castle's library. It had legends and myths from the ancient times of Greece. She had found the stories amusing and thrilling. She was currently engrossed with the tale of the defeat of the titans. So intent was she in her reading that she had cut herself off from her surroundings. She did not notice the root from some old and dead tree sticking up within the middle of her path.

She let out a surprised sound as her foot caught. She dropped her book in her attempt to catch herself. Unfortunately, her attempts were in vain and she tumbled into the cold rushing water of the river. Mary came up coughing and gasping. She wiped hair out of her eyes and struggled against the raging current. She could not reach the shore; the current had carried her too far. She knew she was in grave peril if she did not find some means of getting free of the freezing water. She fought against the river with brave ferocity and then a small bit of luck came her way.

Mary caught hold of a rather large bolder in the middle of the river. She kept hold with some undiscovered strength amidst the raging water. However, adrenalin was running out for her. She saw the faces of those she loved most as she began to sink into darkness; her parents, Jane, Lizzie, Kitty, Lydia, Mrs. Garwood… and Daniela. The sound of a horse forced Mary to open her eyes weakly. She soon felt arms encase themselves around her. The last thing she recollected before falling unconscious was dark ebony curls… and then there was only black…

Mary opened her eyes and wearily took in her surroundings. She arched her brows in confusion. She was back in her room at Dodgewood Castle. She had felt so certain she was going to drown back in that river. Her head and body ached and she discovered that she had been dressed in her nightgown. She clutched her forehead and coughed a little.

"Ah, so our mystery damsel is awake. I thought you would never find consciousness."

Mary looked towards her desk and felt her heart jump to her throat. A man sat at her desk and it was someone she had never seen before. She pulled the covers up over her chest. The man chuckled as he turned in the seat to face her. His face was in the shadows but she could see that his hair was a thick mop of ebony curls.

"Excuse me sir," Mary murmured, "may I ask what you think you are doing here in my room?"

The man laughed, "Well, when I saved you from the river I was surprised to find that you were actually the governess to my ward. Tell me, Miss Bennet, how do you fall into a river on such a bright and clear day?"

"Lord Dodgewood! I beg your pardon my lord. I did not realize…" Mary stated flustered, "Thank you my lord, for saving my life. I was reading on the path and did not see a root sticking in my way, my foot caught and I tumbled into the river."

Mary winced inwardly at how foolish and unintelligent she sounded. She hoped that she would have time to make a better impression. She was of course head of Daniela's education and the lord would be worried that his ward was in the hands of a clumsy fool. She stayed in her bed as she was not dressed decently. Silently, she prayed that it had been Mrs. Garwood or some other maidservant who had changed her out of her sodden clothes. She did not think she could survive such embarrassment.

"I see," Lord Dodgewood murmured. "That must be the reason I found one of my books on the path. I do have a matter that confuses me. Both Daniela and Mrs. Garwood have given me a long list of your praises; however, your name is in question. Daniela has repeatedly called you by the name 'Maria'. However, Mrs. Garwood stresses that your name is Mary. Which, may I ask, is your name?"

Mary blushed and pulled a lock of hair from her face, "My name is Mary Bennet. Daniela has taken to calling me Miss Maria. I presumed that it was because that is the Spanish equivalent. I did not see the harm of it and chose not to correct it. It has become a pet name if you will."

Lord Dodgewood nodded thoughtfully, "I see, well, that should be all for now. I am pleased that you are well after your accident. If you are up to it, Daniela would like to see you."

"That would be acceptable. I am sure I gave the rest of Dodgewood a fright tonight," Mary smiled softly. "I must thank you again, Lord Dodgewood."

"It was a deed anyone would perform," Lord Dodgewood waved off. "I am told that supper will be served in a half hour. The physician mandated that you should be given a stout meal when you awoke."

Mary nodded, "Thank you, my lord."

Lord Dodgewood nodded and then exited the room briskly. Mary sat back against her headboard and let out a deep breath. She had sounded like the most dimwitted fool ever known. She was positive that her speech was comparable to a fawning and flirtatious Lydia. She meant her words literally and with no pretense… She prayed that Lord Dodgewood would over look their first meeting.

Mary shook her head and then moved out of bed and slid her feet in her slippers. She retrieved her robe and then moved to study her desk. She let out a sigh of relief. She would have been embarrassed if he had gone through her personal things. As it was, it looked as if he had merely read the book she had dropped by the river. She smiled wryly; she would have to write to Elizabeth about this. She turned as her door opened and a small blur rushed to embrace her around her middle. Mary smiled warmly and returned the child's embrace.

"Miss Maria, I was so scared…" Daniela whispered. "Senor Edward brought you in and we all thought you had drowned."

Mary sighed and sat down in her chair. She clasped the girl's hands in her own. Mary focused her gaze onto Daniela and began her apology.

"I am sorry, Daniela. I never meant to frighten you," Mary smiled pleasantly. "It was a clumsy accident on my part. I promise to be more careful from here on out. Now, you must take my foolishness as a lesson on your part. One must always be aware of their surroundings, so as to prevent unpleasant events."

Daniela nodded, a tear riding down the curve of her cheek. Mary took the edge of her sleeve and wiped it away. She then opened her arms to the child and Daniela moved to embrace her. Mary kissed the top of the child's head and smiled when the parted.

"Now, I must dress for dinner. You go play with your dolls until I can meet with you in a few minutes. If you behave I will play you something special of the pianoforte tomorrow."

Daniela nodded eagerly and left the room after giving Mary a quick kiss on the cheek. Mary smiled after her and then stood. A few moments passed, when Mrs. Garwood knocked at her door. Mary called her in and was swept in another fierce hug.

"Oh, my dear, thank heavens you are all right!" Mrs. Garwood cried. "My heart nearly stopped when I realized the Lord was carrying you! You must never do something so foolish again, Mary. I am afraid we at Dodgewood have taken with you."

Mary smiled warmly at the older woman, "As I told Daniela, I am sorry I frightened anyone. It was simply a moment of ineptitude on my part. I have learned I mustn't read while trying to find my way."

Mrs. Garwood laughed lightly, "As it is, the lord has requested your presence in the drawing room after you have had a decent meal in your stomach."

Mary looked startled, "Did Lord Dodgewood say why?"

Mrs. Garwood shook her head as she moved to Mary's wardrobe, "I did not ask, Mary. You must wear this," she said holding up Mary's green gown. "I do not understand why you have not worn it before."

"It is not one of my everyday dresses," Mary smiled. "It is the dress my sisters forced me in for their weddings. I could see no reason to toss it away and decided to keep it should the need arrive."

"Well, the need has arrived," Mrs. Garwood laughed. "Come, come. You must dress and I will help you with your corset and hair."

Mary did as instructed and thanked the woman for her kindness. After she had dressed, Mary sat in her chair for Mrs. Garwood to prepare her hair. The maid took her time brushing the still damp tresses and then separating certain pieces. Mrs. Garwood hummed a light tune and offered small talk (mainly the events that had taken place during Mary's unconsciousness). Mary listened and responded pleasantly. In no time, Mrs. Garwood had arranged half of Mary's hair back into a braided bun. The rest cascaded in waves down her back to her waist. It was a little unfashionable, Mary knew, but it was one of her preferred hair styles. She thanked Mrs. Garwood and then stood to put on the shoes that went with her gown.

"Am I presentable?" Mary asked with an amused smile.

Mrs. Garwood nodded her eyes twinkling, "You are indeed presentable."

"Very well then, I could do with a hot meal and some good company."

Mrs. Garwood smiled at the young woman's bright demeanor. Even after a close brush with death, the young woman's only concern was the others she had worried. Mrs. Garwood gave another prayer of thanks that Mary had been saved. She really was the light that diminished the past bleakness of life at Dodgewood. Daniela had become so attached to Mary that Mrs. Garwood feared the consequences of Mary's loss.

"You are right, dear. You need a filling meal," Mrs. Garwood answered. "I'll walk with you to the kitchens."

Mary nodded and followed the older woman down the stairs, to the kitchens. Ms. Hollander served her a copiously filled plate and thanked heaven that Mary was well. Mary smiled and then moved to sit next to William. William blushed and nodded silently towards her. Mary smiled pleasantly and silently wondered if William could speak at all. Mrs. Garwood interrupted this thought by sitting on the other side of Mary and making sure Mary started eating her fill. Mary would have laughed at the older woman's scrutiny of her eating habits, but she was too conscious on how she had not eaten anything that day and how delicious the food was. She had barely finished her plate when Mrs. Garwood had a small bowl of soup placed before her. Mary laughed lightly and gracefully pushed it away.

"I cannot eat another thing, Mrs. Garwood. It is delicious Ms. Hollander, but I cannot fit anymore in my stomach," Mary laughed good-naturedly. "I thank everyone for their concern, but I believe I will retire to the drawing room."

"If you need anything, dear…" Mrs. Garwood started but was interrupted by Mary.

"I know, Mrs. Garwood. Thank you," Mary smiled and stood to leave the kitchens.

Mrs. Garwood smiled and watched the young woman leave. She could not help but wonder what the young Lord Dodgewood would think of her. She could see that the lord had been curious about her when he had come downstairs after Mary had regained consciousness. Mrs. Garwood dismissed her thoughts and bustled around to see that everything was in order after the meal. She also sent Daniela to bed on Mary's orders (seeing as Mary was detained elsewhere).

Mary entered the drawing room to find it unoccupied. She let out a small sigh of relief. She was glad that she had gotten the chance to gain her bearings first. Between getting ready and supper, Mary had not taken the chance to just take in the events of the day. She would have to write her sisters and her parents. She had to let them know of the avoided disaster, it would be wrong of her not too. Deciding that she would do that as soon as she returned to her own quarters, she moved to the pianoforte and sat down gracefully.

She ran her fingers over the keys in a light reverent manner. She could remember the days, not so far ago, when she believed she would never play as beautifully as those around her. She remembered the days when she had felt inadequate amongst the talents and beauties of her other sisters. When Elizabeth and Jane married, something within Mary broke lose. She resolved to work as hard as she could to improve her outlook on herself. She may not be as beautiful as Jane, but she was not plain. She may not be as witty or as bright as Elizabeth, but she was her own flame. That resolution broke much of the awkwardness that had surrounded Mary throughout her growing years.

Her playing had improved with the new passion she put forth. Her knowledge and her wit had sparked without Elizabeth or Jane to outshine her. She still wore her understated neutral gowns, except for the green gown she wore now. However, that was only because she felt more comfortable in those clothes. The earthy natural tones were part of who she was. She could not fathom wearing gaudy colors like Caroline Bingley and her glaring orange gowns. She did not think she would mind a gown of deep blue or sky blue, a gown of a light jade, or even a gown made of burgundy or pale pink. She liked the darker jewel tones or even the countering pale tones but the glaring bright tones in between she could not feel herself in.

Mary shook her head at her arbitrary thoughts and settled to play the instrument before her. She played a short little tune and then sat for a moment to decide what to play next. She took a deep breath and began a soft tune. It was slow and had a tinge of sorrow attached to it; however, at the same time, the music built in a crescendo of strength and determination. Mary lost herself in the piece she played. She closed her eyes and her fingers traveled over the keys by memory. She was swarmed in by the emotion of the song. When she finished she held her eyes closed and smiled with the satisfaction of accomplishment. She started when she heard a deep voice from near the fireplace.

"Brava, Miss Maria," Lord Dodgewood nodded, "Pray tell, who wrote that piece? I have never heard it before."

Mary felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment, "It was one of my own compositions, Lord Dodgewood."

Lord Dodgewood gave her a look of surprise, "You must be joking. I have never heard of such a thing."

"What do you mean?" Mary asked offended and she stood beside the instrument.

"I have never heard of a woman creating such a well composed piece," the lord clarified in a softer tone, more to his self and then added louder, "although many a woman can play what is written out for them."

Mary raised her brows and crossed her arms, "I beg your pardon, your lordship."

"You may have it," the lord answered, "although I do not know what you would need it for."

Mary gasped, "I may not be as talented as the great male composers but I can compose such a piece, for the piece was mine. This world is ridiculous! Women are expected to know so many things, reading, writing, arithmetic, drawing, music (singing and instrument), painting, etc. Yet, if we try to create with the knowledge we are expected to have, it is automatically deemed unfathomable and bizarre."

"I apologize, Miss Bennet," Lord Dodgewood murmured pleasantly surprised with her outburst. He could not resist baiting her to see what she did next. "I suppose this comes from the ideas of an unmarried woman passed her prime."

Mary gasped as she stood directly across from the Lord. She could not stop the unbridled hurt and anger that had overcome her. Every moment seemed suspended in slow motion. Mary drew her hand back as tears formed in her eyes. The lord's eyes widened as Mary brought her hand forward. The resounding smack of palm against flesh brought the world to its normal pace. Mary covered her mouth and gasped at the angry red mark she had caused against the lord's cheek. The lord's face had turned from the force of her blow and she could not see his eyes.

"I… I am sorry," Mary murmured startled. "I will pack my things and leave first thing in the morning."

Mary turned and nearly ran out the doors of the room. She moved quickly to the stairs leading up to her chambers. Her eyes were misty with shock, anger, and hurt. How could one man cause such a reaction from her? She had had insulting disagreements before and had never lost her head before. She was hurt and yet, she still held her ever forgiving heart and could not fault him. He was a product of the times. His view had been shared by every other man she had come across. It was simply not the time for women to be looked on as equals. Again, she wished she could be as lucky as her sisters who had found men that found them as equals. She made it halfway up the staircase when a voice called 'Maria' and a gentle hand clasped around her wrist imploringly.

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Edward Eckert of Dodgewood had never heard such a moving piece as the one his ears found once he entered the drawing room. His heart stopped when he saw the woman creating the beautiful music. She was dry and her flesh was flushed with life and her eyes closed to hide the jade emeralds beneath them; however, it was the same Miss 'Maria' Bennet from before. She was even more beautiful than she had been when he had rescued her. He saw now the strength that he'd witnessed in the river but had momentarily disappeared in her bedchamber. He realized it must have been shock and shook his head at his foolishness. He still did not know the reason for his foolish decision to stay in her room. He moved to stand next to the hearth and watch her finish the composition.

She had finished the piece and sat back with a smile on her face. Her eyes were still closed and her neck bent in a graceful position over the instrument she sat at. The lord was mesmerized with her. He had never felt this enthrallment with any woman he had met before. There was a spark within her that he had never seen before. This knowledge frightened the lord, who was frightened by very little. This caused him to act in a crass behavior, unfamiliar to him. He startled himself when he asked the question and was surprised yet again with her answer. She was a stunning creature and when he had spoken next he had been marveling at the different and accomplished creature she was. Then he had made a fool of himself by adding on to his speech.

She had begged his pardon and he had made a joke of her anger. Then she startled and inflamed his enthrallment even more with her righteous outburst. He saw the flame then and realized that it was not a simple flicker but a roaring fire. She was filled with a carefully controlled passion and he could not help but bait her and see how far he could test her control. He realized, too late, that he had said his words without thought. When his words reached his mind he realized with horror that he had said something so awful and out of character for him. He wished at that moment to take back everything but no such magic existed. When she had slapped him he was both astonished by the force and filled with guilt at the tears he had seen before she had struck him.

His face was turned and his blood was racing. Her words did not enter the fog of his befuddled mind until she had already left the room. He realized that such an impassioned woman would be an asset to Daniela's growth. He could not just let her go and he had to apologize even if she was not an important aspect to Daniela's future. He forced back the thought that she was perhaps an important aspect to his own future. He ran after her and stunned a maid when he rushed pass. He did not say a word until he caught up with her and said her 'pet' name and brought his hand gently around her wrist.

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"Maria, please forgive me," Lord Dodgewood murmured. "I should have never uttered those horrible words. You must stay, I beg you. Daniela will clearly gain much under your tutelage."

Mary felt her heart quicken at the sincerity in the lord's voice and sapphire eyes. However, remembrance of the hurt gave her resolve against him. She looked him in the eyes.

"Lord Dodgewood, I do not believe I can work for a man with such ideals and disrespect for me," Mary murmured strongly. "I apologize for striking you but, I cannot apologize for the reasons behind it."

Lord Dodgewood took a deep breath, "Please, I beg you. Forgive me for anything I said. I truly meant none of the hurtful or insulting things I said. I was speaking without thought, believe me. I will raise your salary to forty pounds a year. Please, Maria, stay with us at Dodgewood."

Mary looked at the beseeching nobleman and felt her resolve crumble. She knew he was sincere and could not help but forgive the fascinating blue eyes before her. She gave a small nod and slowly pulled her hand away.

"I will stay, your lordship, provided that you still allow me my own methods in Daniela's education," she said closing her eyes. "I bid you goodnight, Lord Dodgewood."

"Goodnight Maria," the lord smiled happily.

"It is Miss Mary Bennet, your lordship. Do not forget it," Mary murmured seriously, although the undertone of her voice proved she was teasing.

"I beg your pardon?" Lord Dodgewood asked.

"You may have it," Mary smiled as she walked up the stairs. "Although I do not know what you would need it for."

She turned her head and missed the lord's bright and amused smile. She walked up to the hall where her room lay. She walked slowly and turned to enter Daniela's room first. The door opened with barely any sound and Mary peered inside the room. She smiled as she saw the young girl fast asleep in her bed, a doll clutched to her side. Mary moved to turn out the lamp beside Daniela's bed. She then walked to her own room and opened the door. She let out a sigh and rested against the closed door. Her heart thudded in her chest and she smiled. She could not believe what she had done that day. She went from nearly losing her life to… slapping a lord! She must tell Elizabeth what had transpired.

Mary quickly went to her desk and sat down. She took out a few sheets of paper, ink, and her pen. She smiled as she started the first letter, to Elizabeth. Of all her sisters, Elizabeth would appreciate her tale the most.

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Dearest Elizabeth,

How are you and everyone at Pemberly? I have had the most extraordinary day. Today was the first day I was to have to myself after a month of my stay here at Dodgewood. The month has been pleasant. Daniela has grown in her knowledge and her determination and intelligence still astounds me. Her English is much improved and we have grown close in our month together. She is a darling child and still promotes a mystery for me.

Well, I am sure you are curious now about what has happened for me to deem my day extraordinary. As I said, today was the first that I would have to myself and I decided to explore the grounds here and have a picnic luncheon. It was nearly midday when I decided to walk the path nearby the river and sit beneath a tree atop a certain hill. You will see, sister dear, that I was extremely foolish. I had decided to read while walking near the river and did not see a root hindering my path. My foot caught the root and I tumbled into the fierce flowing river. Do not worry, Elizabeth, I am perfectly fine. I fought for… I honestly do not know how long. I was nearly unconscious when a stranger pulled me out of the river and on to a horse. I only saw the dark ebony curls of the man who carried me before falling into darkness.

I awoke hours later, sometime before sunset. I am not truly sure about the time. I have still yet to look to see what it is. I was shocked to find myself in my chambers here at Dodgewood. I sat up and much to my surprise a man was sitting at my desk. Imagine Lizzie, a strange man sitting at my desk without even a maid present! I was shocked and asked him why he was there. Would you believe that it was Lord Dodgewood himself? He had been the one to save me from the river and bring me back. The day was bright and beautiful and I had fallen into a river. I am sure I made a wonderfully intelligent first impression of the lord. I was so embarrassed and felt a twinge of guilt for I had terrified all the close friends I have made here at Dodgewood. Daniela was the one with the worst reaction. She was sure I had died. I hope never to traumatize a child with such caliber as this. Still, while almost drowning was extraordinary, it is not even close to being the finish of my tale.

Mrs. Garwood came into my room after Daniela had left and informed me that the lord wished to see me after supper. I was dressed in the dress I wore to your wedding and Mrs. Garwood did my hair. I ate my dinner quickly and was fussed over. I have never been forced to eat so much in my life and because it was on doctor's orders.

I escaped before they could make me eat anymore and found that I was the first in the drawing room. I decided to pass the time by playing the pianoforte. I played a short song and began playing a composition of my own (you have not heard it). I was stunned to find the lord within the room when my piece was finished.

The lord insulted me, but I believe he meant none of his words. They were uttered without thought. However, at the time, I was so insulted and angry I… I slapped him. I slapped a lord, Elizabeth! I expected to be removed from the castle at that moment. I was so shocked with myself and I apologized and told the lord I would leave the castle first thing the next morning and left the drawing room. I was shocked with myself but… at the same time, I was, no, I am proud of myself for it. I was halfway to my chambers when Lord Dodgewood reached me. He apologized profusely and begged me to stay. Begged, Lizzie begged! A lord begged me, Mary Bennet, to stay. He even raised my salary to forty pounds! Despite our rough beginnings, I believe the lord to be a fine gentleman. He seemed (after our disagreement) to be an amiable man and has left me free to instruct Daniela as I choose.

Well, that was my extraordinary day. I am half-filled with disbelief that I truly lived it. I hope to see everyone at Christmas… if I can make it. It is only three months away. I will try my best, but do not be surprised if my duties require me to stay at Dodgewood. Send my love to everyone and stay careful my sister. I want my niece or nephew to have a happy healthy mother. All my love…

Your Bewildered Sister,

Mary Bennet

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Mary finished the letter and sealed it. She decided to write the other letters the next day and stood to ready herself for bed. She carefully put her dress and shoes away and deftly undid her corset herself. She had grown quite talented undoing it by herself. However, she still needed a maid or Mrs. Garwood to help her in the mornings to lace it up. She pulled her nightgown over her head and then undid her hair. She put out the lamp at her desk and moved to her bed. Quickly, she said her prayers, put out the last lamp, and slipped beneath the comforters to sleep. She could not help but smile at the day's events.

While Mary slept, a man paced the floor in a room down the hall. Lord Dodgewood was wearing a trail in an Oriental carpet his father had bought before Edward was born. He paced the length of his study while his mind thought of the events that had unfolded. Never before had he met a woman with such a fire entwined spirit. Edward knew she was a beauty, perhaps not a great beauty, but a beauty of her own kind. Maria, a name that suited the passionate spirit she carefully controlled, had a unique blend of elegant and exotic features. She could not be deemed plain at all. However, while her beauty had captured his attention, it was her wit and spirit that held him.

All the women he had ever met within society's circles were all straining to please the ideals of accomplishment. None had held any passion in any of their activities. They sang what they were told too, danced when asked, said whatever they believed was proper and pleasing, and performed for men as they thought men wanted them. They seemed nothing more than puppets and he had found it refreshing to meet Miss Bennet. She, unlike the countless others, was clearly filled with a passionate nature and although she hid it behind mute colors and a polite demeanor, it shone through. He wagered that it shone through whenever she was playing the pianoforte and resolved to watch her perform more. He also resolved to get to know the person within the mysterious 'Miss Maria'.

He moved to sit at his desk at took out a worn looking journal. He quickly took out ink and a pen and began to write. He wrote feverishly until the oil in his single lamp ran low. With a sigh, he tucked away the tome and left the study. He made the brief journey to his bedchamber, located next to his study. He dressed for bed and put out the lamp he had traveled with. He quickly slipped into a peaceful sleep, undisturbed by thoughts and restless dreams.

The next two days passed without event. Mary continued on with the same schedule she had accustomed Daniela to. However, the second day fell and Daniela began to show some of the tenacious traits of a young child when she refused to continue playing a piece that she had found more difficult than those in the past. She had grown frustrated after long moments of struggling to succeed. It was the first time that Mary could say Daniela was trying her patience. She took a deep calming breath as she began to speak to the girl.

"Daniela, I understand your frustration," Mary began calmly. "I truly do. However, if you take to giving up you will be prone to do so when anything difficult arrives. You must face the struggles with a good head and push on. In the end, when you have accomplished the task and can perform it effortlessly, you will have much more respect for yourself and for the work put into the task."

Daniela sighed obstinately, "I have tried Miss Maria. I have been trying. I cannot do it."

Mary sighed and closed her eyes. She pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose. She looked towards the hearth as a deep chuckle cut through the tension of the room. He stood there leaning cordially against the mantle with an amused smile. Mary gave a weak smile and lightly shook her head. As she suspected, the lord had turned out to be an amiable gentleman. He had his rough edges but, they were outshined by his determination to amend the grievances he had made toward her.

Daniela caught sight of the lord and eagerly left the pianoforte. She moved quickly to embrace him and Lord Dodgewood laughed and returned the affection. Mary smiled warmly at the moving moment before her. She blushed as the sapphire of Dodgewood's eyes met her own gaze. The young lord moved Daniela away from him gently and moved close to Mary. Daniela took the opportunity of her governess's diverted attention to play with her dolls. Mary stood and bowed towards Lord Dodgewood. The lord smiled and nodded in response.

"Miss Maria, I was wondering if I could persuade you to take a small holiday from your schedule and accompany me for a walk in the castle's gardens," Lord Dodgewood asked. "I am sure you and Daniela could use a moment to recollect yourselves after the struggles of this afternoon."

Mary gave him a questioning gaze before answering, "I would be pleased to accept your invitation. However, will you please give me a moment?"

The lord bowed his head and watched as Mary called Daniela towards her. The young child moved to stand before her teacher with hopeful eyes. Mary bent to where they were faced eye to eye.

"Daniela," Mary began, "we can quit for the day. However, that is only if you promise to work your hardest tomorrow with a much more confident attitude. Do you promise that you will work hard tomorrow without giving up?"

Daniela nodded softly, "I promise."

"If you do not follow through with your promise, Daniela," Mary warned softly, "I may have to disallow you to play with your dolls. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Miss Maria," Daniela answered. "I promise I will work hard tomorrow and with a better attitude."

Mary nodded with a smile and stood to her full height, "You may go and play. If you need me tell Mrs. Garwood to send William after me."

Daniela nodded with a smile and left the drawing room after hugging Mary and Lord Dodgewood. Mary shook her head and turned her attentions back to the nobleman within the room.

"Now, you were asking for my company?" Mary smiled softly.

Dodgewood smiled and nodded, "Do you wish to fetch your cloak or bonnet before we venture out into nature's realm?"

Mary shook her head, "I have my shawl and that will suffice. It looks to be a decent day outside. Lead the way, my lord."

Dodgewood smiled and the two went outside. Mary followed a step behind and the two remained in an amiable silence. Mary looked at the back of the lord and could not help but admire him. He was a foot taller than her in stature and his features vibrated with masculinity. His broad shoulders were hugged in his unfashionably colored coat and she could sense the strength within him. His hands were large and looked gently calloused, as if he had seen a fair share of physical labor. She wished she could see his front and shook her head at her silly thoughts. She did not understand how this man affected her. He had pulled at some string deep within her and fascinated her as no other man had before. She blushed at the thoughts that clouded her mind about his handsome and jovial nature.

Her thoughts were penetrated as they came within the middle of the garden and the lord bid her to sit on the bench. Mary did so shyly and looked up at him as he sat beside her. Dodgewood stared into the fountain before in the center.

"You handle Daniela very well," he murmured after a moment.

Mary smile, "She is a remarkable child. Today was the first day that I was truly frustrated by her. However, I suppose it was bound to happen. She is only ten years old."

"You realize that you are the first person that she has bonded with truly since Spain?" the lord questioned. "I have never seen her so close with someone before."

Mary bit her tongue at the impertinent response she had enlisted. She did not want to offend him even if she spoke the truth. Instead she changed the subject.

"So, how long do plan to stay?" Mary asked softly.

"I do not know," he answered honestly. "I have no pressing business and something has fascinated me to stay here."

"What is that, my lord?"

Dodgewood gave a small smile, "I am not quite certain what to call and that is perhaps, why it fascinates me."

Mary blushed as his sapphire eyes met her green gaze. She said nothing in response and looked towards the fountain. The nobleman smiled slightly and turned his head to follow her gaze. Their conversation turned to noncommittal topics such as Daniela's studies, the weather, and life at Dodgewood. Mary was revealing a humorous tale about the young William when said young man came into their sights. Lord Dodgewood stood and Mary had the good graces to blush at the intimate look of their situation. She stood a little behind as William relayed his message.

"Miss Mary, Daniela is not feeling well and she sent me for you," William murmured shyly.

Mary eyes widened with worry for the child, "Do you know what ails her, William? Has the doctor been fetched?"

William nodded, "Mrs. Garwood has sent Ephraim to the village. Mum says that she only has a light fever but that it would be best to call on the doctor. Daniela has been calling for you."

Mary nodded, "Yes, well I will be right behind you in a moment. Thank you, William. Go back to the castle and tell Daniela I will arrive as soon as I can."

William nodded and loped his way out of the garden and towards the castle. Mary looked at Dodgewood and he nodded in understanding, he too was worried for the young girl. Gently, he took her arm and they quickly made their way through the gardens. When they were in sight of the courtyard, Mary gathered her skirts and ran into the home to find the young girl she had learned to care very much for. The lord was right behind and they reached Daniela's room to find the girl in her bed attended by Mrs. Garwood and Ms. Hollander.

"What happened?" the lord asked as Mary moved to sit on the bed and take a cool cloth to Daniela's forehead.

Mrs. Garwood shook her head, "She was with us in the kitchens. Harriet was serving her a light snack before supper. She said she did not feel well and then she dropped her head onto the table. She kept calling for Miss Mary in her stupor and I sent William for you and Ephraim to the village."

"Thank you, Mrs. Garwood," Mary nodded and turned back to the child, "Daniela... Daniela, darling, can you hear me? It is Miss Maria, I've returned from the gardens with Lord… Senor Edward… Will you wake up for us, dearest?"

The lord said nothing about the improper speech she had just made by calling him by his given name. He stood beside her as she sat on the mattress. He understood that she was appealing to Daniela's way of speaking to and about people. He did not find 'Maria's' logic odd. However, the thrill of awareness that thrummed through him when she had said his given name caught him a little unawares. He watched the young woman care for Daniela and saw the bond of a mother and child was being formed before his very eyes. From experience, he had never seen governesses form bonds quite as solid as this one. Oh, there were close friendships and the like… but this was much more than a mere friendship. He felt a deep admiration for the character of the woman's heart before him. He moved to sit on his knees beside the bed. He gave an eye locking glance to Mary, who gave an understanding smile, and turned back to the child.

"Daniela," he began softly, "Daniela, it is Senor Edward. You must wake up. Miss Maria is very worried about you. I am very worried about you. Wake up for us, pet."

Daniela stirred and her eyes fluttered slightly. Mary smiled with the encouraging actions. She continued to sponge Daniela's feverish forehead and Lord Dodgewood took her trembling free hand in the comfort of his own. Mary looked up at him, startled at the gesture but the nobleman was not looking at her. She gave a slight blush and squeezed his hand in return.

Edward glanced at her after the squeeze of her tiny delicate hand. He found that her attentions were on Daniela and turned his head back to the child to hide his tumultuous emotions. This woman was a living breathing miracle. Who could have raised such a remarkable woman, he wondered. She did not quiver or act with giddy foolishness. She did not back away from a conflict, but stayed to overcome it. She forgave and she gave her friendship freely. She was independent, fiery, strong, and all the things that all the other women of society were most especially not. His thoughts were broken at the sound of Daniela's weary voice.

"Miss Maria?" she murmured and kept her eyes closed.

Mary almost cried with relief, "Yes, darling, I'm here."

"I do not feel well," Daniela whimpered.

Mary kissed the child's hand, "Ephraim has been sent to fetch the doctor. You will be feeling better in no time. I am right here to make sure of it."

Daniela smiled lightly, "Thank you, Miss Maria. I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, my sweet," Mary murmured with tears and kissed Daniela's forehead, "now rest awhile why we wait for the doctor."

Daniela shifted in her bed and answered with a nod, "Senor Edward?"

"Yes, pet?" Dodgewood asked.

"I love you too," Daniela smiled lightly. "I miss you when you leave us."

Mary glanced at the lord after that statement but discerned nothing from him. She hoped, for Daniela's sake, that he understood his influence on the young girl's life. She did not know the true relationship between the lord and his young ward. However, she did know that even if he was not her birth father, he was the father Daniela held in her young heart. Her heart warmed as she watched the nobleman bend to the kiss the child's forehead.

"I love you, child," he murmured, "and I fear I will miss home much more than I used to."

Mary blushed at his glance and the realization that others were in the room to witness the display she was making of herself. She was saved from the awkward predicament by the arrival of the physician. The elderly Doctor Wilson held a kind grandfatherly look and smiled a reassuring smile that calmed everyone in the room. Mary and Dodgewood stood to let the doctor examine Daniela. Mary's hand was still clasped in the lord's and she gently pulled it away with a small flush of embarrassment. She was startled when the lord reached and took her hand in his own once more. She kept her eyes on Daniela if only to avoid the lord's dazzling gaze.

"So, what have we here?" Doctor Wilson kindly murmured. "What is ailing you, child?"

Daniela opened her eyes wearily, "My stomach is… is roiling. My head hurts and I feel… I feel terrible."

The doctor smiled and nodded, "I expect you do. Do you know when you started feeling so terrible?"

"An hour or so after lunch," Daniela answered truthfully.

"Did you have anything unusual for lunch today?"

Daniela's expression changed to that of intense concentration, "We had fish and… I do not remember."

The doctor nodded, "Was the fish a different kind than you've ever had before?"

Daniela nodded, "It tasted very different. I liked it but… It was different."

"Well, that settles the matter," Doctor Wilson smiled. "Our young Daniela is suffering from a mild case of indigestion. The headache is probably from exertion and the fever is the result of the combined stress. Simply keep her cool, here is something for her headache, something to take care of the indigestion, and make sure not to feed her too much of that fish. Her digestive system must acclimate to the new substance. If she is feeling any worse tomorrow evening, have the young man fetch me again."

"Thank you, Doctor," Dodgewood nodded. "You have brought us great relief. Daniela is a very important part of our lives. Is there anything I can offer you before you return to the village?"

"There is nothing at all, my lord. I was simply doing my duty," the kindly wise doctor answered. "However, I might ask when our young lord was married. I have lived here for the better part of my life and no one heard of such news."

Mary blushed and took her hand away from the bewildered lord.

"I beg your pardon…" Edward began before realizing what the doctor must have meant. "Oh, this… We are not married. This is Miss Maria Bennet, Daniela's governess."

Doctor Wilson peered at them from over his glasses, "How odd, I have never made such a mistake about a couple before. Hmm, I must be losing my touch. No matter, have a good evening, my lord… Miss Bennet."

Mary curtsied and the lord escorted the doctor out of the castle. Mary pretended not to hear the lighthearted gossip between the women leaving the room. She shook her head as Mrs. Garwood and Ms. Hollander left the room. Honestly, did all women content themselves to gossip for entertainment? She shook her head and continued to keep a cool cloth on Daniela's head. She stood after a moment and moved the nearby rocking chair next to the bed. The soothing lull of the chair and the day's excitement soon brought Mary into a deep sleep.

The sight that greeted Edward when he returned to Daniela's bedchamber warmed his heart. The brilliant Miss Maria was asleep, reclined in the rocking chair, her hand clasping Daniela's hand. He gave a small chuckle as a small delicate snore came from the governess. He moved to where a linens closet stood and took out a comfortable blanket. He set the blanket down on the bed and tucked Daniela more securely into her covers and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. Then he turned to the resting woman in the chair. He deftly picked up the blanket he had gotten and gently covered her with it. Not being able to control himself he bent down to kiss her forehead as well.

His senses were bombarded with the scent of her, the soft feel of her skin, and the silk brush of her hair against his lips. He pulled away just as quickly as he had bent down. He shook his head, berating himself for his foolishness. Still, his mind went into a frenzy trying to the process all the emotions bombarding his heart. She smelled of lavender and rosemary. Her skin felt warm, soft, and smooth against his lips. He had the mad urge to steal a kiss and have a taste of her. Fearing that he would succumb to his instincts, he pulled another chair to the opposite side of Daniela's bed and sat down to watch the two females sleep. It was not long before he too nodded his head in slumber. He did not notice the jade green eyes watching him with shock as he did so. Mary had not known what to say when she realized the lips she felt were not a dream.

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[Author's Note: I hope this is a decent start for those who have been impatient with me. I'm sorry it has taken so long but I have had some technical difficulties with my laptop and internet. I have also decided to add a play-list to go along with each part and chapter of the story. A former assignment for school inspired me to do this and I have chosen a song for Mary's and Edward's point of view for each chapter they appear in. Each will be marked with the character's first initial. Edward does not have a song for C.1 as he is not in said chapter. I also might add additional songs towards the end and I will write out the complete play-list after the epilogue. So… tell me what you think and I hope you all enjoy. I also would like to thank all of you who are reading my story and I promise to give you each a personalized 'thanks' at the end along with the complete play-list. I simply cannot do so with each chapter… not with a job and prepping for college. I promise that it will not take as long to update. I am more organized. I already have the whole story outlined… Well, May your lives be blessed. XOXO –Kittenprophetess

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[Play-list for Part I (Chapters One & Two)

(P.I) "Wild Angels"-Martina McBride)

(C.1) "A New Day Has Come"-Celine Dion 'M')

(C.2) "Respect"-Aretha Franklin M + "Unusually Unusual"-Lonestar 'E')

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