Part V
(Chapters IX & X)
(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 Nine
(Parting)
Mary woke the next morning with a heavy feeling in her heart. Quietly, she rung for a bath to be drawn and once she was left alone in her bathing chamber she undressed and slipped into the steaming water. She sighed and rested her head back against the edge. She felt tears slip down her cheeks as a rising panic swelled within her breast.
Angrily, she sat up and wiped away her tears. She gripped the sides of the porcelain basin and glared into nothingness. The only light within the room was a single lamp that just gave the necessary light to move about without injury. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before settling back against the tub.
"I am not Mary Bennett of old anymore," Mary whispered fiercely into the room. "I am not weak, afraid, or willing to take things in silence. I am Maria, the future Duchess of Dodgewood. I am proud, strong, and brave… and I know that Edward loves me and will come back to me."
Feeling slightly better, she moved to finish her bath. She stepped out of the tub, reached for the square of toweling, and wrapped it around herself before carefully stepping out onto the floor. She dried herself off and rang for the servants to dispose of the bath water and help her dress. She dressed in her undergarments and stepped out into her bedchamber without her corset. She chose a gown that she knew Edward favored. It was light green that matched her eyes and Edward had insisted on purchasing it for her once he caught sight of it in a store window.
The maid assisted in lacing her corset and dressing her in the gown. She waved the woman away with a grateful smile and brushed her hair. She debated upon placing her hair in an appropriate chignon for a woman her age. She looked at herself in the looking glass and smiled softly, decided to leave her hair falling freely. It was a last minute gift to her fiancée, a memory to take with him on his journey. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a cough coming from the direction of the door joining their chambers.
"Edward," she murmured with a smile and moved to embrace him.
The duke inhaled the scent of her hair as he buried his cheek against it. Mary rested her cheek against his heartbeat. She breathed in the scent of his clean shaven skin and boldly kissed his jaw. Edward swallowed harshly and wrapped his arms more firmly about her smaller frame. These were their last moments together for… who knew how long they may be kept apart. It took everything he had not to lift her into his arms and carry her into his bedchamber to ravish her. It was the respect and honest love he held for her that kept his more barbaric nature in check.
"Maria," he whispered into her hair, "I… Maria, I love you."
"Oh Edward," she sighed and moved to claim his lips softly.
Her hands clutched his shoulders and Edward cupped her cheek in his hand as he held her against him with the other arm braced against her back. There was no option of releasing their hold on one another. At that perfect moment, there was only the two of them that existed in the world. It was only their passion and love that mattered. Mary opened her mouth to the onslaught of Edward tongue as he deepened the kiss. She gave a slight moan and felt her knees shake. It was to their misfortune that a knock sounded at her door. Edward cursed as he tore away from her lips. Mary looked at him sternly, although her eyes shined with the same frustration.
"Yes," she called breathlessly to the intruder.
"Milady, I was bid to tell you that breakfast was awaiting in the dining room," and unknown maid voiced through the door.
Mary looked at Edward who nodded, "Thank you, I will be along shortly."
Edward sighed as Mary moved to put on her shoes. She smiled at him softly upon her seat. He gave her a bereaved smile and ran a hand through his ebony curls. Mary stood and took his hand within hers and they moved to leave the chamber. Before she could open the door, Edward stopped her and kissed her soundly once more. They parted from the kiss, each breathless and Mary smiled with tears in her eyes.
"Now, now," he murmured brushing away a stray tear, "none of that. We will see each other again and be married once I return."
Mary laughed lightly, "And you will continue to dissuade me from propriety."
"And I will love you until my last breath," he murmured softly. "I will write as often as I can."
"As will I," Mary breathed. "I will plan for your return."
"Good," he grinned, "I am not jesting about being wed the moment I return to you."
Mary laughed and kissed him softly once more, "We have a breakfast meal and a daughter awaiting us, my lord."
Edward groaned at her use of the title, "Edward…"
Mary just giggled and led him out of the chamber towards the promise of a filling meal. He grinned as he followed the insistent tug of her hand in his.
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For a final meal, it was surprisingly lighthearted despite the murky possibilities of the future. There was laughter and lively conversation. Edward entertained the women in his life with tales of his adventures at sea. Mary told them of life at Longbourn and Daniela took it all in with happy smiles and asked questions with the usual inquisitiveness of a child her age. They truly appeared to be what they were… a happy family enjoying breakfast. However, a tinge of sadness still clung to the atmosphere.
All too soon, the meal had to end and the carriages were called. One was to take Edward to the docks where his ship awaited him. The other was to take Mary and Daniela on their journey back to Dodgewood. Edward could not bear the thought of them remaining in the dangerous arms of London without him. He would much rather know his family was safe in their home at Dodgewood. Mary had agreed; she felt more comfortable at the country estate.
The trio stood before the two carriages, a sense of melancholy enveloping the family. The weather seemed to reflect their somber mood. The sky was gray-cast, the clouds dark and heavy. The wind blew with a ferocity that had not been seen for quite some time. The temperature was frigid and their surroundings were cast in an almost otherworldly dark light. Mary allowed Daniela to say her final goodbyes and quickly urged the child into the safety of their carriage. With a sense of mild panic, that she quickly tamped down; she turned to face Edward for the last time.
"You promise to write to me?" she asked softly, her lips trembling as her veneer of strength wavered.
"I will write a letter for every week I am parted from you and sometimes more," Edward swore cupping her cheek. "I will post them as often as I can with forwarding address… until I reach the point where your letters can no longer reach me. I will still be able to write to you."
Mary bit her lip and tears filled her eyes, "Stay safe, Edward… I do not know what I will do if…"
Her words were halted as his lips covered her own. The kiss was passionate, and clearly against all sense of propriety. Edward's left arm braced around Mary's back, his hand gripping her hip possessively. His right hand cupped the back of her head as he held her at the appropriate angle for the onslaught of his ardor. Mary moaned softly against his mouth and allowed him access… not caring who saw them. This could possibly be the last moment they would hold the other in their arms; the last moment they could express their equal passion for one another.
Mary's fingers buried themselves in his jet black curls. They kept their eyes opened during this final embrace. Emeralds searching sapphires and vice versa… it was a memory that each would carry for a lifetime and possibly even past that. Edward parted from her reluctantly as they panted for breathe. He rested his forehead against hers and rubbed their noses together. Mary's hands moved to clutch his wrists as he cupped her cheeks. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, nose, then finally her mouth… one final time.
"I love you," Edward murmured, "go… before I cannot let you out of my arms. Carry our love inside you, Maria…"
"Always," Mary whispered kissing him fiercely before stepping away, "always… carry me in your heart and dreams…"
Edward felt his heart break as Mary entered the coach quickly. She sat in her seat and moved to look at him out the window of the door. She rested her hand against the glass pane and mouthed the words of love once more. Edward ordered the carriage to go and stood as he watched his family disappear down the road. With a sense of uncanny timing, rain began to pour when the coach could no longer be seen. Edward gave a smirk at the irony and entered his own carriage, giving the orders to take him to the docks.
Feeling the heaviness of his solitude surround him within the confines of the vehicle, Edward rested his head back with a sigh. Resolutely, he began to focus on the mission ahead of him. It was the only thing that could be done… and planning ahead could only quicken the time of his return. As he began thinking of details, a flash of smiling green eyes went through his mind and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He smiled to no one and remembered the letters and package he had sent to Dodgewood that morning, before he had gone to Mary… he could not wait until he received the gentle rebuke from his fiancée.
Edward looked out the window as the shipping yard, where his ship AnaMaria was housed, came into view. He gave orders to stop the carriage before it came to the ship. After telling the driver to make sure his things were delivered to the ship; he climbed out of the coach and began walking in the fierce rain towards the ship. The sea's salty air called to him and a trill of adventure sang through his veins. Despite that the journey over the channel would be short at worst, he loved being on his ship. He heard a shout of gruff glee as he began to walk up the gangplank.
Edward looked up as a tall blonde haired, blue eyed sailor came toward him with a grin. The duke grinned in return and shook the man's hand as they met. The thirty-two year old man before him was John Foster, his first mate and one of his most trusted friends.
"How are you, old man?" Edward laughed as they walked onto the ship.
"Old man," John scoffed his eyes twinkling. "Ye're not gettin' any younger lad. Ye should be thinkin' bout gettin' a nice wife n' settlin' down on that cozy country estate o' yers."
Edward grinned secretly, "Well, perhaps I have. However, more pressing matters arose."
"Wot's this… ye have yerself a woman?" John grinned and mocked a look of hurt. "Ye dun find it a detail ter tell yer closest mate? Ye wound me, mate."
Edward smiled and shook his head, "Come now, Foster. You know that is not how things are. I have been simply caught up in a maelstrom of events. Including the reason I have returned to the sea so soon."
John nodded, his eyes gazing out across the channel, "Aye. 'Tis a dark feelin' I git about this, Dodgewood. The ol' codger really has got himself into a spot o' trouble. Wot do ye expect from this voyage?"
Edward sighed and blinked rain out of his eyes, "I do not know. I simply know that I will do what I must to return to the woman I love."
John nodded with a glint of determination in his eyes. He clapped a hand on Edward's shoulder and gave him a grin a pirate would be proud of.
"C'mon mate, let's git 'er underway and ye can tell me all about this young lass ye've captured fer yerself."
Edward smiled genuinely and allowed himself to be led back into the arms of the sea. He regaled John with tales of Mary and Daniela. He found himself comforted by the thought that they were on their way back to the safety of Dodgewood. He could trust his loyal servants to keep his family safe whilst he was on this dangerous voyage. Sighing, he glanced towards the horizon and blinked the rain out of his eyes. Sparkling green eyes flashed through his memory and he smiled. At least his mind kept her memory fresh within his grasp.
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Mary heard the shout from the driver and smiled. Gently, she nudged Daniela's shoulder and woke the napping girl. Daniela rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked at her new mother curiously.
"We are home, darling," Mary smiled happily. "The driver announced he could see the castle just a mile away."
Daniela smiled and looked out the carriage window eagerly, "I am glad. This journey has been long and I cannot wait to spend a night in my own bed."
Mary laughed and nodded, "I am sure you also cannot wait to have a fine meal prepared by our beloved Ms. Hollander."
Daniela nodded, "That is my first quest upon entering the halls of Dodgewood."
Mary grinned and sighed, "I wonder how everything has been while we've been away. I know our stay in town was a short one indeed, but still… it was strange after months of not leaving Dodgewood, not to know how everyone was getting along."
Daniela nodded, "I missed being home as well, Mama."
Mary smiled at the word and hugged Daniela tightly. She kissed her forehead and then rested back against the carriage seats. Her heart was strangely at odds. Beneath her breast it warred with her dual sense of contentment and deep worry over Edward. She took a deep breath to chase away the panic rising within her and eagerly anticipated their arrival at Dodgewood.
The trip back to their dear home was just as unpleasant as the trip had been leaving. Only this journey had been filled with a quiet sense of melancholy. The family was missing an integral part to their group and it was hard trying to feel joy when the two females were deeply concerned over Edward's safety. Daniela simply wished for her new family to be whole once again, with her father safely home. Mary simply wanted Edward to live. She loved him wholly and should he choose to part from her in this life… then she was content as long as he was alive to do so. It was a rather depressing thought, but it was all she could focus on was her desire to see her beloved alive.
Mary thoughts were interrupted as their transportation came to a halt. Her head turned as the door to the carriage opened and she was wrapped in the warm embrace of Mrs. Garwood. She laughed as she returned the hold and eagerly followed the older woman out after it ended. Once she set her feet on the ground, she was again swept up in a fierce hold, that of Ms. Hollander and several of her other friends. Mary laughed delightedly as they exchanged greetings and Daniela was welcomed home warmly. The ten year old smiled at everyone with eager joy. It was clear that the child was happy to be home.
"Oh, you poor dears must be starving," Ms. Hollander exclaimed.
"Yes, let us get you two out of this frigid air," Mrs. Garwood chided maternally. "It is so good to have you both home. It was something of a bore without you."
"Yes, you must tell us about your time in London," Ms. Hollander quipped. "And we do mean all about your time in London."
The two woman bid the others to get back to their tasks as they led their mistresses into the kitchens where a fresh luncheon awaited them. Mary sighed at the familiar scents of her new home. It had been so easy to fall in love with Dodgewood… all of it. Once Mary and Daniela were eating comfortably, their older companions began to question about their trip to Town. Mary was almost silent as Daniela told about the trip from her point of view, only speaking when it was required to. Mrs. Garwood eyed her speculatively as the girl talked. Mary nodded her heads towards Daniela and shook her head. There were some stories she did not feel comfortable diverging with a child present.
After their meal was finished, Mary expressed her desire for a hot bath. It had been a long three days since she had a decent soak and she told her friends this. The women nodded and Mrs. Garwood quickly arranged the younger woman's bath. Daniela requested a bath as well and eagerly went to her own chambers as Mary stayed a short distance behind. She wanted to collect her thoughts before she spoke with her friends. She still felt astounded that they were comfortable with her new position at the estate; more so, that they were sincerely happy about the chain of events.
Mary enlisted the help of a chambermaid to undress and stepped into her bathing chamber. She sighed as she settled into the basin of steaming water, happy to be home. She was terrified of the future. She had so many things to attend to before Edward returned to her. Her family was her main concern, aside from her fiancée's safe return. Mary was deeply worried that they would not accept her desire to marry Edward.
Her thoughts kept running around in her head until she finally gave up on any specific resolution, and allowed the warm water of her bath to relax her weary body. Her mind traveled to Edward and the memories they shared together. Despite the short length of their engagement, she felt as if she had been in love with the foolish man her entire lifetime. He had changed her, despite what he might say about such changes. She was stronger because of and for him. She was the happiest she had ever been when she was merely in his presence. When she was in his arms, it was the closest she could be to heaven in her current form.
"Oh my love," Mary sighed out into the empty chamber. "Please, return to me."
Mary finished her bath and rested in the water until the bath became too cold to do so. She stepped out of the bath, dried herself, and wrapped herself in her robe. She sent for a maid to help her dress and once that task was finished, she once again found herself in the company of Mrs. Garwood and Ms. Hollander. They were in the drawing room, preparing to have tea.
"So, my dear," Mrs. Garwood pressed as they moved to the seats in the room. "How was London?"
Mary smiled, "It was wonderful… However, Edward and I did get into a rather terrible argument."
The older two women looked at her with concern and Mary explained of her wish to accompany Edward on his expedition. She told them of his anger… not truly towards her, but as a response to his fear for her. She explained how desperate she had felt about the situation and her companions listened carefully. Finally, after her short tale was finished, Mrs. Garwood patted her shoulder.
"Oh, poor dear," Mrs. Garwood murmured soothingly. "His lordship has always been the over-protective sort."
Mary gave a half-hearted smile, "I know this… he told me this himself. I also understand that my wishes were foolhardy. I was still insulted by his cavalier opinion of it. I thought he knew better. I thought he understood that I was not a simpering woman of society, but an empowered woman who could work by his side."
Ms. Hollander grinned and bid them to sit for tea, "Amen to that, my dear."
"Hush," Mrs. Garwood scolded, "while I agree that Mary is correct about her character I cannot fault with the master's decision. Lord Dodgewood has traveled many lands… so he must truly know whether it is a danger for Mary's presence."
Mary smiled at both of her dear friends, "And I know this, Mrs. Garwood. Which, aside from Edward's arguments, were the reasons I acquiesced. I may be foolish at times. However, I am not a fool by nature. I know which battles to fight."
Ms. Hollander gave an impish grin to the young woman, "I am sure we will hear plenty more of your 'battles' in the future. Newlyweds are hardly ever without them."
Mary blushed and the older women chuckled with happy amusement. It gave Mary such ease that the household of Dodgewood accepted her so easily. She did not think she could have gone on with her engagement with Edward if they had not been. It would have made life much more difficult if her friends were not the forward thinkers that they were. Not to mention, their presence would help Mary not to dwell on the absence of his lordship… and the fact that it would possibly be a year or more before she saw him again. Ms. Hollander and Mrs. Garwood nodded thoughtfully and Mary gave a soft sigh; it would be a long impatient time, her separation from Edward.
Mary looked up and smiled as William entered the room to announce the evening mail had arrived. She felt her heart twitter with foolish hope that Edward had already written her. She eyed the stack of correspondence the young lad held speculatively. If any of part that bulk was hers, it was most likely from her anxious and eager family.
"Well, let us see it then, William," Ms. Hollander bid the young lad.
William moved forward and surprised Mary by placing a large stack of letters and a parcel in her hands. Bewildered, Mary sat the small parcel aside and examined her stack of mail. In her hands she held six letters from five authors. The first was from her mother, the second from Lizzie, the third from Kitty, the fourth from Jane, and the last two were from the one she missed the most… Edward. Her heart filled with warmth. She realized he must have sent these on ahead of her. Her fingers itched to unfold his post and read what he had written for her. However, she set them aside to savor as she would a succulent dessert.
Building resolve, Mary read the letter from Longbourn. She smiled in amusement as she read the anecdotes her mother had relayed for her. One made her laugh outright. She could not believe her mother had caught the gardener and the cook's daughter behaving 'unsuitably'. Of course, she giggled harder realizing her mother had been trying to seem outraged… but only came off as a gossip. Mary was glad to read on and find that the couple had just been recently wed.
Mary looked up from the letter to find herself alone in the sitting room. She smiled at her friends' silent gift of privacy. With a sigh, she went on to Kitty's letter. As she predicted, her younger sibling had written a lengthy description of her wedding to Col. Fitzwilliam and of life as a wife. Mary was glad to read it… but soon found it a tedious task. Without qualm, she unsealed Jane's letter.
Mary sighed as she thought of a reasonable response to her eldest sister's anxious letter. She smiled as she read of Baby Charles' progress into toddlerhood. She laughed as she heard of Charles' quarrel with his sisters of their treatment of her. She felt warmth at the thought of her brother-in-law's affection for her. Hesitantly, she put aside the letter and moved on to Elizabeth's.
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My Dearest Sister,
I am so very anxious to hear from you. I worry as each passing day goes by and still no word. I understand that you have your duties. However, you also have a responsibility to alleviate an elder (pregnant… I might add) sister's anxiety. It would do wonders for poor Mr. Darcy's health. Lord knows, I have badgered him enough about my worries.
Moving on… Life here at Pemberly has been wonderful. My Fitzwilliam has been the most devoted husband and Georgiana has been a wonderful companion. However, she cannot replace a lifelong sisterhood and she has recently been away at school. I can share so much that only you and Jane could understand. I am also growing steadily frustrated with my confinement. Do not worry; the doctor said I was perfectly fine… I had a minor fall down the last few stairs. Foolish as I am, I tripped upon the rug and hit my head on the banister. Now I am forced to bed rest and I cannot sneak past my husband's overly observant attentions. On this note, I would like to say how silly I think you are for reading while walking. You know you always wind up in the most dreadful of accidents that way. I remember a time when Mama found you coming in, your dress covered waist-deep in mud. I thought I would never hear the end of her scolding. However, I must applaud you for your tenacity and will upon your first meeting with your employer.
I must go Mary. Please return my letter soon. I do not mean to sound overwrought and I apologize. I know I am driving my poor Fitzwilliam ragged. I would, however, like to remind you that I am amazingly proud of your will to leave Longbourn and forge your own path. Love always.
Elizabeth
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Mary smiled as she finished that letter. Lizzie almost sounded like their mother… only 'slightly' less neurotic. She chuckled as she was sure the comparison would insult Elizabeth deeply. She was the one who prided herself on being the least like their beloved matriarch. She sighed contentedly, until the thought of her engagement struck her.
"My family," she murmured to the empty room, "how shall I tell them?"
Her mind raced through all the possibilities and outcomes. Her heart raced at the thought of her family's outrage… or worse, their estrangement. She then took a deep steadying breath. She could do no harm to her sisters by marrying Edward, and her mother would be overjoyed at Mary's newly elevated status. All she needed to worry about were the reactions of her father and brothers by law.
Mary smiled at the thought of the male members in her family rising to defend her honor. The only one she could deem imposing was Mr. Darcy… or possibly, Col. Fitzwilliam. Wickham would probably ally himself with Edward, her father was hardly a fighter… and getting on in age, and she could not possibly imagine Charles without his beatific smile. Pushing her anxious thoughts aside, she eagerly moved on to the first of Edward's letters.
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My Beloved Maria,
I have written this first letter on the eve of our separation. I had so much to express to you and felt I could not do my feelings justice with spoken word. You also may notice that I have written you two letters. Please, I beg of you, do not read the second until you have opened the parcel I sent for you. I would also stress that my second letter will be the most appropriate of the two… for I am sure my next few lines will be highly improper.
I must remind you now, my beautiful angel, of how much I love and adore you. I am still amazed that you chose me to love. I consider it the highest blessing ever bestowed upon me. You cannot fathom how bleak my existence was before you burst into it.
Although I know you are mine. I ache to claim you wholly. You have lit a fire within me that can only be quenched when I have you in my arms… and in my bed. I can already see your blush as you read this. I can even imagine your half smile, half frown of amusement and disapproval. However, I also know you will forgive my improper prose… especially as the day I return, I intend to wed you and have every claim to your entire being, as you have claimed mine.
I know you are innocent, love. However, I also know you are far to intelligent and wise to be completely naïve. Still, I yearn for the night where I may worship your skin, lips, nose, etc. etc. I ache for the night where I can teach you the art of love making… when I can hear your moans and gasps of pleasure. You have no idea of the dreams I have had since you accepted me. I will however, leave those for another letter… perhaps.
I will leave you to open my gift for you, darling. I anxiously await your chastisement. Dream of me… I, undoubtedly, will dream of you.
Eternally Yours,
Edward
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Mary had never felt her cheeks burn with such heightened embarrassment and awareness. She shook her head at his audacity. However, she would not have expected any less often him. Her lips curved into a slow smile at the thought of his dreams. She could hardly fault him, as her own subconscious haunted her with images of their future married life.
Carefully, she folded the latter and hid it away within her reticule. It would not do for someone else to find and read such a personal thing. She moved to hold the small parcel that Edward had sent within her palms. Curiosity, and excitement, urged her to open the gift. Eagerly, she tore away the paper to reveal a small velvet lined box. Arching a brow, Mary opened the lid to have her suspicions confirmed.
There in that small box, sat a dazzling ring. Breathless, Mary slid the bejeweled ring onto the appropriate finger. Unsurprisingly, the ornament fit perfectly. Mary smiled in wonderment. However did he find the time to purchase this beautiful ring? Without delay she picked up the next letter and began to read.
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My Beautiful Angel,
If you are reading this, then you must be wearing the ring I sent for you. I do hope you will choose to forego propriety and wear it as a symbol of my commitment to you. It also serves as a lovely reminder to any unseemly fool that you are mine.
You are probably wondering where I obtained this ring. In truth, the ring belonged to my dear departed mother. Her last wish was for me to give her engagement ring to the next Lady Dodgewood… whoever that may be. I know she would have adored you. How could she not; when everyone else is so deeply enamored with you?
I wish to apologize for our quarrel before I departed. I hope you understand my choice was entirely based on my fear for you safety. I know you are a capable woman. Still, I love you far too much to jeopardize a single hair on that beautiful head. I leave this letter with all my love.
Faithfully,
Edward
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Mary smiled at the letter and flicked away at the tears in her eyes. She was feeling a mixture of longing and adoration. If only Edward were here, she would kiss him senselessly. Without another thought, Mary quickly made her way to her chambers. She sat at her writing desk and took out paper, pen, and ink. She looked out her window as she thought of her response to her wayward fiancée. Within moments, Mary began to write a response to both of his letters.
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My Dearest Lord Dodgewood,
You are the most impertinent man I have ever encountered. I cannot help but adore you for it… most especially because your assumptions of my reactions tend to be correct. Just as I know you will grimace at my use of your proper title. You are not the only one who knows the other ridiculously well. I must say that your first letter certainly would have raised some eyebrows among respectable citizens. However, while it caused me a moment of heightened color, it was a great relief to have something from you so soon. I was missing you most terribly.
I would also like to thank you for gift you sent for me. I am in awe of it and it embarrasses me to say that I was brought to tears. My love, you would not believe what such a gift means to me… especially the assurance that your mother would have loved me. I believe your assurance of this. How could the woman that raised my beloved fiancée not love his choice? However, I will not delude myself into thinking that I am perfect. You have such a narrow minded view of yourself. How can you not see that you are the blessing in my life? I will not discount your claim that I am your reward but, you do not see yourself clearly. Aside from Daniela, you have become the reason for my existence. I love you. You not only saved my life when I fell into the river… but you also saved my life by loving me.
My life was bleak before you came into it. I had never laughed so much before you… not even with my family. This, if you knew my mother… would be something hard to believe.
Now, onto the subject of these dreams you have been having. I am not certain it would be proper for me to read such things. It is also highly improper that you might write about them. However, if you must… then I cannot stop you. I will tell you that you are not the only one guilty of having dreams about our future. I will not tell you about my dreams… until I have been rewarded with one of your own.
I must go, my darling, our daughter is looking for me. We have just returned home from London. I plan to continue with her studies on the morrow. Stay safe beloved, and write to me soon. I love you.
Love,
Mary
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Smiling to herself, she sealed the letter and put it aside as Daniela entered her room. She gave the child a bright cheerful smile and wrapped her arms around her. She rested her head against the young girl's sleek curls. She could not believe how her mood had changed so dramatically from two simple letters. She ended her embrace with Daniela and informed the girl to wait for her in the drawing room. They would begin a music lesson before dinner was served.
"What shall we be practicing, Mama?" Daniela asked softly.
Mary smiled at the child's newest term for her, "We shall practice the last song I began teaching you. You still had a few sour notes to work through."
Daniela giggled, "Alright. I will do scales until you come downstairs."
Mary kissed her forehead and nodded towards her, "That is a good girl. I will be along shortly."
Daniela nodded and left the room. Mary sighed and took Edward's first letter and hid it away into the secret compartment of her wardrobe. The second, she put inside the first drawer of her desk. Quickly, she went to her wash stand and washed away the ink from her hands. She picked up her response to Edward and left her chambers.
She caught William as she landed on the first landing. With a soft smile she asked the boy to make sure the letter was delivered at first light. The young lad blushed and nodded towards Mary. He told her that it would be done.
"Mother also wanted for me to tell you that dinner shall be served at seven," William murmured softly. "She asked if you shall being dining in the kitchens with us… or if you and Daniela shall be dining in the master's dining hall."
It was at this question that Daniela chose to poke her head out of the drawing room. She looked at Mary with questioning brown eyes and then noticed William standing beside her. Daniela smiled at the thirteen year-old lad.
"Hello William," Daniela smiled.
Mary watched as the young boy turned an almost impossible shade of red. Smiling inwardly, she answered his question and sent the young boy on his way. Ushering Daniela inside the drawing room, she sat at the pianoforte. She started to instruct the young girl she had come to love. Her instructions faltered as she noticed Daniela's forlorn stare. She stilled her fingers over the familiar instrument. Worriedly, she asked the child if she was alright.
"I do not think that William likes me," Daniela responded dejectedly. "I do not understand. I have always been very polite. Do you think I have wronged him somehow?"
Mary smiled softly, inside she chuckled, "I think that William likes you tremendously, Daniela. He is just a shy boy. You have seen that for yourself. Remember the day of my arrival? He did not speak a word to me. Even now he does not speak to me often. He is simply a naturally quiet creature. Perhaps, you should ask him if you have wronged him. I am sure his answer will be quite to the contrary."
Daniela nodded thoughtfully, "I shall ask him. I am sorry, mama. I did not mean to trouble you with my silliness."
Mary laughed lightly, "You did not bother me at all, dear. You can ask me any question that runs through that beautiful head of yours. That is what I am here for after all. Besides, I am sure you will have plenty of questions for me in the future."
Daniela nodded with a bright smile, "I know you are right, Mama. I think I should practice this alone before dinner. Do you mind? I want to see if I can master the song on my own… I want to impress you."
Mary laughed and shook her head at the ten year old child. She wrapped her arms around the child and kissed her forehead. Daniela laughed too and then turned back to her instrument. Mary stood from the bench and moved toward the drawing room's French doors. After opening the doors, she turned back to look at the child she knew as her own. She was growing before her eyes. Mary felt her heart twinge at the regret that she could not have witnessed the first years of Daniela's life. She felt extremely blessed that she was here while the child was on the cusp of womanhood. She let out a sigh at the thought of future ahead of her.
With another smile and shake of the head, Mary left the child alone to practice. She quietly walked upstairs to the library. She quickly picked up a book she had been reading before their trip to Town. She walked to the window seat and began where she had left off. Had it really been only a week? Her thoughts had interrupted her. She gave on the pretense of reading and looked outside at the clear night sky. It had only been a week since she had agreed to marry Edward. She smiled, why did it seem that she had spent years… an entire lifetime, here at Dodgewood? Perhaps, it was because her life had changed irrevocably.
She looked down at the ring adorning her finger. Without any embarrassment, she kissed the stone of the ring. At the moment, it was her only private connection with Edward; aside from her dreams. She, however, did not like to rely on her dreams. They were too fleeting and something always seemed out of her reach. She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked out towards the horizon. As always, her thoughts strayed to Edward and what he could be doing.
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Edward looked up towards the night sky. He thanked the heavens that the night was clear. It made the voyage faster and much easier to adjust. It had been months since he had been on this, or any, ship. It had been an awkward day whilst he adjusted to the movement of the sea again. He frowned as he thought of the reason for his sudden return to sea. He sighed as he thought of the months of travel ahead of him. It did not matter how fast his horse was, how little he carried, nor how determined he might be. It would be months before he would reach the area he needed to search… and depending on what he found, it would be months before he reached Britain again.
He was looking for at least half a year, at best, of separation from Mary. He would endure it of course and keep any connection he could. He smiled inwardly as he thought of the last letters he sent for her. The duke could not help but chuckle as he thought of her reaction. He was impatient for the arrival of her response. Edward turned his head as he heard his name.
"D' ye know that a man could be thought mad for grinnin' and chucklin' at naught but air," John murmured sardonically.
Edward grinned and shrugged, "This from the man who will not stand six feet near a horse. You do realize you will have to face you fear at some point, my good man."
John shuddered at the thought, "Why do ye think I chose a life at sea, mate? I 'ave spent my thirty years away from the horrid beasts…"
Edward laughed, "It baffles me… how can a man of your size and age be so terrified of a simple horse?"
"When yer kicked in the stomach at the age o' six by the most monstrous beast ye 'ave ever seen," John groused, "then ye seem to carry on some ire towards its kind."
Edward chuckled and looked away from the man, "I have been kicked before, mate. That still does not stop me from mastering them. I will agree, however, that those kicks hurt like hell."
John gave a grunt of agreement. The men talked no more of the subject and Edward wrote something down on his log. There was a particularly strong gust of wind that pushed against the ship's sails and there was lurch. The men held onto the riggings and Edward shouted some orders. The weather was not threatening in the least. Edward, however, knew that the sea was a fickle mistress and that it could be balmy and clear one moment… and then as ship could be fighting a tempest next. He would rather be safe than sorry.
"Do ye think we should be worried?" John asked his captain.
Edward shook his head, "No, I am just taking some extra precautions. You know as well as I do the sea's temperament."
John sighed, "That is not wot I was talkin' about, mate."
Edward stared off towards the horizon, "I know… and I do not have an answer."
John nodded grimly and remained quiet for the moment. Suddenly a grin spread across his face. Edward felt a sense of meek dread. That look never bode well for his sense of dignity. John had always loved to find some way to torment him… in a friendly way of course. Edward returned the first mate's look with an arched brow.
"Ye never did tell me wot 'appened with that wench who was questin' ter 'ave ye fer 'erself… Wot was it… Bianca Ives?"
Edward grinned and shook his head, "You will never believe me, John."
"Tell me," John chuckled, "I am sure it will be a good tale."
Edward nodded, "It is most definitely a good tale."
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Chapter Ten
(Writing)
Edward sighed as he watched the beautiful landscape go by at an appallingly slow pace. Once they had reached the French shores, it had been a tediously slow journey. Try as he might, the duke could not convince, bargain, or even order his first mate near a horse… let alone astride one. So their choice of transportation became limited to a carriage. This was unsuitable; it only set to irritate Edward further as their pace progressed to become ever more dawdling with each passing minute.
"Honestly," he groused as he looked out at the meadows, "what honest man is terrified of horses?"
John shrugged at the familiar insult, "Cannot be 'elped, mate. I 'ave not been near the beasts since I was kicked as a young lad on me grandfather's farm."
Edward rolled his eyes, "Yet, you do not even try to overcome such an absurd fear. I could have reached Paris hours ago if I had been on horseback."
John shook his blonde hair out of his eyes and gave his aristocratic friend an amused glance, "Wot has ye feathers all ruffled? Is it perhaps that young bird you 'ave back at Dodgewood?"
Edward sighed and rested his head back against the seat, "My fiancée plagues my thoughts, yes. I will admit I am very eager to return to her. However, what bothers me presently is the thought of being unable to find Captain Whittaker."
"Who knows how long that letter took to reach me? It is very slim that we should find the man in good condition… if we find him at all. I hate to tell you this friend, but we cannot travel the whole course in a carriage. If we have any hope we must go on horseback. That is, if you still wish to accompany me. It will take months to reach our destination before we can even begin to hope to begin our search."
John nodded grimly at his friend, "I know mate. I cannot 'elp me fear, but perhaps we can find a solution. 'ave faith, we will find the good captain… and ye will be reunited with your betrothed."
Edward remained silent his thoughts traveling to a more pleasant subject. His dark cobalt eyes searched the skies as he wondered what a certain jade-eyed faerie might be doing.
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Mary sighed as she struggled in her thoughts. She sat at the table in the drawing room with Daniela. The young girl was oblivious to everything but her arithmetic sums. Mary, alternatively, could focus on anything but what she presently was laboring over. The letter she tried to write to Elizabeth was taking a grievous toll on her mind. She stressed on over what she should express to her sister. It had been three weeks since Edward's departure, the arrival of her family's letters and Edward's; and still she had not written anything past Dearest Elizabeth.
"Oh bother," she sighed and put away her letter. "Daniela, I am going out for a walk. I will return in ten minutes to review your work."
"Yes, Mama," the girl murmured working hard of the sums.
Mary smiled and quickly moved out of the room. She gathered her cloak, bonnet, and gloves. It was a terribly cold day. The skies were a threatening grey and a few snowflakes had made themselves known to the land of Dodgewood. Still, Mary needed the frigid air to clear her mind and give her peace. It had been two weeks since Edward's departure and she had had no word from him since the first letters he had written before their separation. She was not truly worried… yet. It was merely a month before Christmastide and she couldn't help a little melancholy. Not only would she not be able to share the time with her beloved… but it was unlikely for her to see her family for the occasion. The thought of her family also made her uneasy. She had so much to tell them and was unsure on how to do so.
Mary had walked through the garden maze, a depressing sight as it had lost its luster to the harsh weather. She found herself at the fountain and smiled as she remembered that first night. She sat on a bench and wrapped her arms tightly around to keep the chill at bay. She stared into the freezing water and made a mental note to remind the games-keeper to empty the basin so that the pipes allowing the water to flow would not crack with the freezing temperatures. She smiled as she thought about her battle with Bianca Ives. She looked at the figure upon the fountain and smiled as the answers for her family came to her.
There carved in weathered stone was a maiden. It was made after some Greek myth, but who the maiden was did not concern Mary. The eyes of the figure held a sense of wisdom and strength, that despite the fact that she was not a living being… Mary felt inspired because of her. This statue upon a fountain had seen much in its existence. Although it could not voice its history, somehow it seemed to impart its wisdom in that silent November afternoon. Quietly, Mary stood to make her way back to the castle. She nodded her head towards the statue in thanks and shook her head at the folly.
She walked back towards the warmth of her home and she smiled as she saw Daniela running towards her animatedly. Laughing, she ran to greet the child and felt her eyes light up as she saw that the girl carried a letter.
"Papa has written us from Paris!" Daniela exclaimed excitedly.
Mary laughed as they met. Daniela thrust a sealed letter into her hands and waved her own missive eagerly. Her enthusiasm was contagious and Mary led the young girl back into the warmth of the castle. She called for some tea to be brought to the drawing room and sat with Daniela near the fire. Eagerly, the two opened their own letters before and began to reading them. Mary smiled as she set eyes upon the familiar penmanship of Edward. She giggled as she read the first line of his letter. She could mentally see the amusement on his eyes as he wrote this response to her letter.
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My Darling Maria,
It wounds me that you refused to address me by my given name in your last letter. Edward should be the only way you address me… especially whilst written word is our only form of communication. However, it relieves me that you were not too angry with me for my last missive. I write to you, my darling, from the lovely city of Paris. However, its loveliness pales in comparison to you. I do miss you terribly and I dream of you each time I close my eyes to sleep.
The journey to Paris has not been difficult. However, I do not expect for it to remain so undemanding. We have yet to leave the more civilized part of world for the dangers of the wilderness. I have decided to take my first mate John Foster along with me. I hope it will comfort you somewhat to know that he is accompanying me. He has been with me for many voyages on the sea and we have mastered many tempests thrown in our direction. The only trouble I have is the man's blasted refusal to mount a horse! He has a terrible phobia of the noble beasts… apparently ever since he was injured as a child.
I cannot believe it has been a fortnight since we last saw one another. I do not enjoy my inability to share my thoughts with you. Nor do I like the fact that I cannot hear your thoughts in return. On that note, I am very eager to read one of these dreams you have been having of our future. I will not lie that the information intrigued me and I am very happy to oblige your demand for a dream of my own.
Last night, I had a dream so vivid that when I woke I was bewildered that you were not with me. You were beautiful, your hair flowing down your back in beautiful waves, flowers entwined within the locks, and a wreath of the same wildflowers adorning your head. We were in that spot where we picnicked last with young Daniela. We were lying together on blanket covered ground. Your head lay over my heart and my arms held you tightly against me. The sun was setting and the sky was ablaze with color and dotted with the first stars of the evening. You were radiant as you moved to look down at me. Your smile was so joyful I could not help the smile to my own face.
"What brings such joy to your face, beloved?" I asked you.
"Being your wife at last, Edward," you replied and bent to kiss me.
Though I know it to be a dream, I swear to you my heart skipped a beat from the passion overcoming me. Your lips caressed over mine and my hands buried themselves in your hair. Your fingers teased over my neck and you kept letting out these sighs that drove me mad. You parted from the kiss and smiled mischievously at me… It was then John decided to announce it was morning, rather loudly.
How I wished it to be real, you will never know. I know however, it can become a reality. I am impatient for that day. I also plan to bring you to the continent for our honeymoon. Daniela will have to forgive me but I do not plan for her to accompany us. Never fear, my dear, I have promised in her letter that we shall be taking a family retreat in the continent later. I simply wish for time for us to be husband and wife… without the world's interruptions… no matter how much I may adore our daughter, she can still be an interruption.
I have instructed our little cherub to assist you in planning our nuptials. I can already see your laughter and shake of exasperation at my insistence. However, my plan is to occupy Daniela (and yourself) so that you will have no time to spend worrying about me. I will be fine, my love, and I will return to you a whole and healthy man eager for his marriage to the most beautiful woman on this or any plane of existence.
I must leave this letter. John is insisting we make headway in our investigation and journey east. I will send another letter soon and cannot wait for yours in return.
Ever Yours,
Edward
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Mary smiled and kissed the handwriting on the paper. She was glad to hear that someone was joining him in his search for the missing captain. She blushed as she thought about her response. She had promised to reveal one of her dreams after him. She had so many to choose from and many of them were embarrassing if anyone other than Edward were to catch hold of her correspondence. It was still mildly embarrassing for even Edward to read. Still, she had made him a promise.
Excusing herself, she told Daniela that she would be in her chambers writing her response to her letter. The child nodded and told her mother that she would move to tell her when their evening meal was prepared. Mary nodded and found herself climbing the stairs to her room. She shut the door behind her and moved to her writing desk. Smiling, she took out some paper and ink.
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My Beloved Edward,
I hope you are satisfied with my choice of address towards your person. We have had a calm two weeks here at home. Daniela is, as always, absorbing her lessons with an eager intelligence surprising for her age. Mrs. Garwood and Ms. Hollander are adamant about helping me with the wedding and I have yet to even attempt writing my family with the news. I do not know, my love, the words simply elude me.
I enjoyed your dream, Edward. Although, I have slight misgivings for regaling you with one of my own; I do realize I made a promise to you. It is just that such information, within the wrong hands, can be highly embarrassing or downright scandalous. However, never doubt that I will hold to my written word. I will impart with one of the more 'appropriate' dreams.
I was dreaming about our brief time in London. It seems so strange to realize that not even a month has passed since then. In my dream, we were in my chambers and atop my bed. We were lying on our sides, face to face, and our hands were clasped between us. Your eyes were shining and you had that grin that always manages to makes my knees quake. You were whispering to me… what you were saying I cannot quite recall. All I remember sincerely is that you told me you loved me and you called me 'My Darling Lady Dodgewood'. Then you kissed me softly, your lips just barely brushing across mine. It was unfortunately at this time that Daniela woke me for breakfast. I woke wishing it were so. I miss you tremendously, my love. Sometimes, I have nightmares and I am distraught to find I cannot seek solace in the strength of your arms. I cannot look for you to console me and tell me my fears are frivolous.
It terrifies me even more, realizing that my nightmares can become reality just as much as my dreams. I know some are farfetched and produced by a stressed mind and overactive imagination. Still, there are real possibilities within my nightmares and it truly scares me. I know it is wrong for me to burden you with my worries… but I cannot lie to you. I am trying to be strong and I do succeed most of the time. It is simply when I find myself remembering why we are not together that I find myself dwelling on nightmares.
I will leave this letter. Daniela is impatient to tell me of your orders… I love you, my darling. Please, stay safe… we here at Dodgewood would be lost without you. I would be the worst left off.
Love,
Your 'Maria'
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Sighing, she sealed her correspondence and addressed it to the forwarding address Edward had given to her along with his letter. She opened her door and smiled down at the impatient ten year old that had been knocking at her door. Daniela smiled up at her and began to question her about Edward's letter. Smiling, Mary followed the child downstairs and answered her as best she could. She gave her letter to Niles and then sat down for a peaceful evening meal.
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Meanwhile, a very worried Elizabeth Darcy stood with a letter clutched in her hand in her husband's library…
"Will, we simply must travel to Dodgewood and see to Mary. I have not received a letter from her in months and Jane's proves to further my anxiety. Do you know this 'Duke of Dodgewood'?" Lizzie demanded of her husband, her eight month pregnant belly prominent in her profile.
Fitzwilliam Darcy sat at his desk and looked at his wife with an easy smile on his lips. He shook his head slightly in amusement and then moved to gather her in his arms. He kissed her furrowed brow and chuckled.
"No, Mrs. Darcy," he grinned as his wife smiled at him, "I have not had the privilege to meet this 'Duke of Dodgewood'. However, I have heard of him and I know that Mr. and Mrs. Hurst have been in his company… however, their connection was mostly brought about by trickery on Mrs. Hurst part. I have also heard that while he is an unconventional man, he is still a very honorable man. Why do you ask?"
Lizzie sighed and rested her head against his shoulder, "I have reason to believe he may compromise Mary."
Darcy shook his head, "I doubt that anyone could do that unless against her wishes. Why do you think this, love?"
Lizzie looked up into his dark eyes with tears in her own similarly dark eyes, "Jane believes the duke to be in love with her… but their circumstances are vastly different. He is her employer! He could surely use his station to corrupt her for his own means!"
"Ah, my love, you are beginning to sound a pinch like your mother," Darcy chuckled as that earned him a soft punch to the side. "I am sure you are simply worrying over naught. However, I will consent to visiting Mary after our child is born. A month after, to be precise; you will need that time to recuperate and so will the child. Winter is the hardest season for newborns and their mothers."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest but was stopped as her lips were covered with that of her husband's. With a slight hum she clutched at his shoulders and allowed him to distract her from her worry. She would simply have to learn to be more diligent in her persuasions. The fact that Darcy had the power to rattle her senses and ignite her more passionate sensibilities did not help her case at all.
"Oh, I have been meaning to tell you Will," Elizabeth whispered once her lips were set free, "We will be in need of a new groundskeeper. Apparently, Mr. Northanger has found a better situation. He and his wife Abby left shortly after informing me this morning."
Darcy kissed her again briefly, "Well that is something to look into, my love. Did he tell you where he had received new employment?"
"I cannot remember… I do believe he said it was for an estate called something… Park. What was it? M… Me… no that is not it… Ah! Mansfield, that was what he said. I am certain of it."
"Hmm, that does not sound familiar to me," Darcy shook his head and grinned. "Ah well, there are always men capable for the job. I am sure we will find a suitable person for the position."
Elizabeth smiled and allowed him to lead her towards the dining hall where dinner awaited them. She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. It was so quiet. She missed the sound of Georgiana's pianoforte music ringing throughout Pemberly.
"When is Georgiana to be expected, Will?" she asked as he assisted her into her chair and promptly took the seat next to her. "She is planning to be here for the birth, is she not?"
"Of course," Darcy smiled, kissing her hand. "She is bringing along a companion from school. I believe she wrote a letter saying her name was Emma."
"Oh, that is nice that she has found such good friends in school. I was worried that she would have trouble after Caroline pulled her stunt. How I detest that woman."
"Now, now Lizzie. Do not trouble yourself over Caroline Bingley. Let us eat our meal in a happy temper and then we shall get you back to bed… You really must follow the doctor's instructions, Mrs. Darcy."
"You know I detest lying about in bed, Will," Elizabeth sighed, "and I am perfectly fine."
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Edward sighed as he sat in the lounge of the hotel he had been staying in since his arrival in Paris. He had been in Paris for almost a week, trying to find information about the Captain, recruiting transportation, and hoping for a solution to John's fear of horses. In all of his ventures, the most he had been successful in was sending his letters to Mary and finding a minute piece of information. The information, although surprising, was of little consequence… or so he thought, until more than one source confirmed it.
According to numerous travelers, the region of Wallachia was under Ottoman rule once more. However, it was yet a war torn nation. The people of Wallachia were in a constant fight to control their own territory, the Ottoman's were a greedy people willing to hold anyone of value prisoner, and renegade tribes of gypsies and bandits were eager to take plight on strangers to the land. However, the information that disturbed him was that many of the travelers who had recently come from that region… had no idea who Captain Horace Whittaker was, let alone where he could possibly be located. Edward's current situation was highly distressing and he was in desperate need to find useful information and a solution for John's phobia.
Sighing, Edward stood from his seat and left the busy hotel for the Parisian streets. Though the city was beautiful, the air was filled with a despairing tenor. France was yet, a war torn nation itself. The country was stable for the time being... but there whispers of disquiet about the country's newest leader, Napoleon. Edward had not seen the man, but he had heard stories and these stories led him to believe that trouble was yet to be had in France. Edward apologized to a young woman, whom he had almost bowled over while trying to avoid collision with an oncoming carriage. He then looked towards the adjacent shop's window as a glint caught his eye. He smiled as he viewed what the shining object was. Without pause, he hurried into the small building and acquired the newest piece to Mary's jewelry collection. Whistling, he then moved to the gaming hells… where he was sure to find his traveling companion. He had a sudden thought to his predicament about John's fear. After all, a donkey was not a horse and every ass needed another's company. He chuckled at his disparaging joke aimed towards his close friend. He held no ill will toward John. He simply could not believe the ridiculousness of his friend's fear and the folly of not overcoming it. Sighing, he continued on his way.
"Dodgewood, wot 'as brought ye here mate?" John smiled as he caught eyes with the duke entering the building.
Edward grinned and clapped the man's shoulder, "Well, my good man, I have found a solution to our current transportation problem."
Edward silently prayed in the back of his mind that this would work. He was hoping that he could 'convince' John that a donkey was, indeed, not within the same family as horse. Although, Edward knew that both animals were of the same family and both had the ability to be volatile. He was hoping his less than educated (while still highly intelligent) would believe his slight falsehood.
John quirked a brow and bid his tablemates adieu. Edward demanded John follow him to the stables that were a few streets from the gambling hall John had been partaking in. Once in view of the formidable building, the brawny seaman visibly began to shake. Rolling his sapphire eyes, Edward told him to wait at the doors. Five minutes later, the duke came out leading a young and capable looking donkey. John looked from the beast to his friend numerous times and quirked a brow.
"A donkey? Ye wish me to ride an ass?" John asked almost disbelievingly.
Edward shrugged, "It seems to be the best solution to our dilemma. You see donkeys are the next best means of transportation where we are headed and they are obviously not a horse; therefore you should not have an aversion to them."
John shook his head and then shrugged before coming to pat the animal's head. Edward gave a small sigh of relief before watching his friend with disbelief. How the man could possibly be unafraid of a donkey… while a terrified of a horse. The duke dismissed the thoughts; he had more important business to attend to. For instance, they would need more supplies. He led the donkey back into the stables and walked with John back into the mercantile streets of Paris.
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"Daniela De la Vega!" Mary shouted from the foyer. "I wish to speak with you, young lady, this very instant!"
Mary was not angry, per se, she was however covered in a thick bout of moisture. Her hair was sopping wet and clinging to her skin, just as her clothes were. Her boots, thank heaven for her boots, were covered in an inch of mire. Her cloak was soggy, it's hem carrying more sludge than her boots. Mary's hands were freezing as she pulled them from her sodden gloves and handed them to the maid attending her. Quickly, she pulled her cloak away and bid for a thick blanket while removing her boots. Sighing, she looked up to find Daniela standing a few feet away with startled brown eyes.
"Mama!" the girl exclaimed. "What happened?"
Mary frowned wrapped the requested blanket around her before announcing she needed a hot bath and bid the child to follow her upstairs to her chambers. Daniela followed obediently, not understanding her part in the mess her mother was. Mary asked Daniela for her help in undressing and shivered as air touched her freezing skin.
"Daniela, I happened to fall outside the stables," Mary informed the child in a gentle, controlled voice.
"Oh! I am so sorry Mama, but why do you seem angry with me?" she questioned innocently, blinking her eyes in confusion.
Mary shrugged quickly out of her damp and dirty skirts and then her stockings. Daniela moved to assist her with her corset lacings and soon Mary was rid of that as well. They gave the soiled clothes to the attending maid and Mary walked into her bathing chamber with a bemused Daniela following behind her. Stripping out of her final article of clothing, a chemise, Mary sank into the steaming basin of water with a sigh. After a few seconds of letting the heat comfort her, she turned towards the child awaiting an explanation.
"I am not angry, not so much anymore," Mary confessed, giving the child a maternal smile. "However, it does not help a person's equilibrium when they happen across a poor doll left hidden out in the snow. I am surprised that you would forget such a treasure outside, especially in this wet, damaging, weather. In any case, I tripped over the hidden doll to find myself covered in mud and freezing rain. I brought your doll inside to be cleaned and here we are."
"I am so sorry, Mama!" Daniela exclaimed, her brown eyes horrified, "I must have left her behind when I was taking care of Angel. It will never happen again."
Mary smiled and shook her head, "I am sorry I seemed so cross. It was not truly your fault. It was an accident aided by my natural clumsiness. Now, to a better question; have you seen Mrs. Garwood? I was searching for her earlier this morning and no one could tell me where she happened to be."
"I heard Ms. Hollander say that she was headed to the village with Mr. Dellinger, Mama," the girl answered before dismissing herself.
Mary watched the door close before smiling to herself, "It is about time Mrs. Garwood took her own advice."
Once Mary was suitably warm and clean, she dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchens for her evening meal. She found Daniela, Ms. Hollander, William, Niles, and Ephraim all at the tables and smiled as she sat next to Daniela. Quickly, someone fetched her plate and she was eating with quiet gusto. The frigid tumble had given her quite the appetite. She looked up as Ms. Hollander began questioning her about the upcoming holidays.
"I shall be spending the holidays here," Mary answered with a small smile. "Although, my sister is expecting and my family has expressed their wishes to see me during the season. I find it more important that I remain home. I would not wish to part from Daniela during the season and in light of the current situation with his lordship, I cannot simply bring her with me. My family would ask difficult questions. It is not that I wish to keep this engagement a secret; it would simply be beneficial to have Edward's presence when the secret was discovered."
Ms. Hollander nodded, "Yes, that is a tricky situation indeed. In any case, we are happy that you choose to spend the holidays here in Dodgewood. I have the most appetizing Christmas feast in mind. Of course, it was filled with his lordship's favorites… as his birthday is the eve of said day. He was so close to being a Christmas baby. Only five minutes separated him from the next day."
Mary smiled, knowing the story by heart. Edward had told her once while they had walked through the garden. She had known that intimate detail even before they announced their love for one another. She had even thought of a present to send him for the both events. However, the thought eluded her almost as badly as her letters to her family. The only possible thing Edward could want for was… well, not to be presumptuous but, herself. This however, was made both impossible and slightly ridiculous. For her beloved duke already had her, he was simply missing the physical presence of her and she likewise.
It was then the thought rang clearly through her mind and she smiled happily.
"Niles," she turned towards Edward's trusted manservant. "Is there a skilled artist within the village? I am in need of a portrait."
"Yes, milady, there is someone," Niles confirmed but shook his head. "However, I do believe he was called to town for a similar need."
Mary sighed and shook her head, "Well, please send a letter to him at once, commissioning his employment. I will need this done within the month."
Niles nodded and finished his meal before attending his mistress' demands. The others at the table looked at her with wide eyes. Ms. Hollander simply grinned at the young woman who looked at her with question green eyes. The older woman covered Mary's hand with her own and laughed lightly, her own grey eyes sparkling.
"I do believe you will have no trouble as Lady Dodgewood, Mary," she chuckled affectionately.
Mary blushed and shook her head as she took a bite of the meal before her. "I simply had an idea for Edward's present. I wish for him to receive it as soon as possible. It would be highly indecorous of me to let him think I did not care about his birthday, or the season."
"Oh I am sure that would never be the case, Miss Mary," Ephraim said with a grin to William. "His lordship worships the ground you walk on."
"Even if it is nearly frozen and covered in mud," William quietly joked with a shy grin.
Mary laughed at the jab taken in her expense. She tenderly ruffled the boys' hair before leaving the dinner table with Daniela in tow. The ten year old had been rattling off different ideas about the wedding almost the entire meal and it was everything Mary could do not to sigh at the child's persistence. She would plot her revenge towards Edward accordingly. In the meanwhile, Daniela had just brought up something that caused a blush to rise in Mary's cheeks.
"Do you and Papa wish to have children soon?" Daniela asked quietly.
Mary looked at the girl, who had become curiously somber. She smiled in understanding and bent to Daniela's level of height. Gently, Mary tipped the child's chin to look into her deep chocolate eyes. Said eyes, were filled with a quiet fear and it tore at Mary's heart. Mary cupped the little girl's cheek and bade her to listen carefully.
"Nothing," she said firmly, "will ever change the way your father and I feel about you. Do you understand? It is true that your father and I will want children. How soon will depend upon what we wish for ourselves. However, you are just as much our child as any younger brothers or sisters you may have join you."
"Oh Mama!" Daniela cried moving to wrap her arms around Mary's neck. "I love you, Mama."
"I love you too, Querida. Now, let us attend to your pianoforte lessons. We were a bit lax yesterday."
"Si, Mama, but it was fun to play in the snow," Daniela grinned as she led the way to the drawing room.
Mary laughed as she followed and soon the halls of Dodgewood were filled with festive music and happy laughter.
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(Author's Note: I would like to apologize for the delay in writing. I know I promised it to be much sooner. However, in my defense I was dealing with some personal issues and a hectic work schedule. I'll try not to make it a year in the making for the next update.
I really want to thank all of my readers who have stuck by me even though I could have been dead for all you knew. I am awed to know there are so many who like my work. In reality, I simply just wanted to express an idea I had, a story I wanted to tell about Mary.
I also wanted to express that this was a very difficult chapter for me. I keep wanting to plow forward to where our lovers reunite but then the story would not be complete and I would not be satisfied as an author. So, although it almost killed me (quite literally), I stayed the course and brought you this latest installment. I was left feeling a little dissatisfied with this chapter and I hope you do not feel the same… I think it is just because it is such a depressing thing for these beloved characters to be going through. Remember, it all goes towards moving the story forward and I promise there will be sunshine and kittens in the future. Perhaps, not literally 'sunshine and kittens'. Also, for true Austen fans, I put in a little tidbit of wordplay in Ch. 10. If any of you can correctly guess what I did… I'll give you an internet hug and my absolute giddy joy that you figured it out.
On another note, I had a suggestion about just updating with the part I had completed. While I honestly appreciate it (and under other circumstances would), the way I am writing is part of a planned format and I really do not want to screw it up. Honestly, it would wreck my entire story because it would throw me out of my organized little 'Mary' universe. Again, I am SO sorry it has taken so long. Thank you again, so much!!!
May your lives be blessed. XOXOXOXO –Kittenprophetess.)
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(Play-list for Part V (Chapters Nine & Ten))
"Broken" –Seether feat. Amy Lee
(C.9) "Fall to Pieces" –Avril Lavigne 'M' "When I'm Gone" –3 Doors Down 'E'
(C.10) "When You're Gone" –Avril Lavigne 'M' "Hey There Delilah" –Plain White T's 'E'