Chapter something is here!
Mrs. Bennet's dinner party ended with smiles and hopes to see each other soon. After which, the family all made their way to their bedrooms and tried to sleep.
Jane found that she couldn't sleep, she twisted and turned. She thought about Mr. Jones and why he didn't seem to be paying attention to her. She furrowed her brows and fluffed her pillows. She would get some sleep, she thought. No use on wasting my thoughts on a senseless man, she whispered.
Elizabeth went to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She smiled as she thought of her Mr. Darcy. He had looked so handsome today.
Mary and Kitty were both chatting about their sisters suitor. "Should we help Lizzie and Mr. Darcy be together?" Kitty asked Mary. "You are speaking like Mama!" Mary snickered. She then nodded and both sisters giggled quietly and wore smiling faces for their elder sisters happiness, for she deserved it.
Lydia had waited for her sisters to invite her to join in their talks that night, but they did not come. Her eyes watered as she heard her sisters giggle in the next room. She didn't think they had forgiven her for such foolishness. She resolved to act more like a gentlewoman and uphold propriety. She was a Bennet sister after all, and Bennet sisters were all that was kind and brilliant.
Mr. Bennet remained in his study, he decided on not joining his wife in their bedchamber and settled into the settee. His wife never used to be such a shrew. He had married a conniving women for sure, but she never used to annoy him as much. When Jane was a toddler, he and his wife got along fine enough, but then when the twins came along she seemed to always be in nerves. He assumed that this sudden change in demeanor was due to her believing she failed to beget a male. Whatever the reason for his wife's senseless nerves he cared not. She ruined his hopes, and dreams, and chased away the only women he ever cared for. He took pride in putting up with her for so long without going mad or turning into an abusive husband. He then yawned and shook his head as he settled deeper into his makeshift bed.
Netherfield
The day ended as eventful as it began. Darcy was just about to fall into a deep slumber when a noise arose from the other side of the room. He sat ramrod straight in the bed and looked about the ominously dark room. The fireplace was burnt out and he heard someone on the side of the room slowly creeping towards him. Too gentle to be a man-suddenly all the stories of illustrious men being compromised whilst in bed came rushing towards him. Lord Landon, Lord Morresy, his own cousin. He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room.
The library, a safe place. He heard footsteps padding away in the darkness and he exhaled a sigh of relief. He softly closed the door to the library and sank to the ground. His heart pounding a symphony in his ears. Taking deep breaths he calmed himself, and finally he laughed. It was a breathless sound but it was a sound nonetheless. With his hand held to his beating heart he stood up from the cold floor and went to the window. His breath created a mist upon the glass and he couldn't help himself as he laughed more. Shock, was this it? Or was it a feeling that came from almost being trapped in a loveless marriage? He shook his head and ran his hands through his messy hair. It was no doubt standing on all ends, he thought with a sigh.
Darcy then rubbed his tired eyes and went to the settee. He sank down into the cushion and closed his eyes. He soon went to sleep. And there sitting in a very uncomfortable piece of furniture, Darcy dreamed of Elizabeth Bennet. It started out as a happy dream, all bright and sunny colors. The warm feeling of the sun on his cheeks as he watched Elizabeth's hair shining in the rays of light. Her smile warming his heart. Her eyes making his pulse race. Then suddenly she was gone, in her place was Caroline. The world suddenly darkened and all the plants withered. His breath could be seen in the air. The day was grey and the sky thundered. The dream felt never ending and he felt his chest ache. He felt cold and unfeeling. He didn't feel alive. A walking body with no soul.
He awoke with a start, his brow sweating and his arm tingling. He held his head in his hands and felt anger coursing through him. He rose from the settee and quickly walked to his room.
Opening the door he quickly looked about the room and found it empty. He rang for his man and called for a bath. The sun was already rising and the world was awakening when he got dressed for the day.
He skipped breakfast and instead decided to take a very long walk.
When he finally sat down for a rest his legs felt heavy. He looked around the wood and decided to lay upon the log, he sighed in delight. Much better. He decided to speak to Charles soon. Very soon. Right now, he was content to just sit on the log and breathe.
Sorry, I said two weeks and it has been about a month or so. I have many excuses but I will not burden you with them. I will return on Sunday with a new chapter, I promise.