Hi there everyone! This is yours truly, Lady Starlet and boy to I have a good story for you guys to read up on. This is a conclusion of what happened after the famous story of "Arabella" by Georgette Heyer. I do not own any of her characters of course. Now I know you are wondering to yourselves right now, why would lady starlet write a fan-fic about regency romance.

Well, to answer that question, I have always been a huge fan of Georgette Heyer since I read Arabella for the first time back in high school. Her high, witty way of telling a engaging story that kept me glued to the book over and over again, is what helped launched my own discovery of the hidden talent of writing my own romance novels. And in doing so, I just wanted to write out my own imagination of what could have happened in my mind, the ending of "Arabella."

So if you are not sure of what had happened before this story, I would highly recommend you to go to your library or book store and check out "Arabella" so that you could fully understand what is going on in my fanfiction spin off. So just sit back, relax, read, and be sure to leave a review once you are done.

Yours truly, Lady Starlet.

2

Robert was reading the morning post and drinking coffee in a relaxed manner when the Dowager Duchess appeared for breakfast with a black silk morning dress with silver threads sewn in intricate designs. Robert stood up and bowed to his grandmother, lightly placing a kiss upon her bejeweled frail hand as she took her accustomed seat at the head of the table. "Good morning Grandmother, I hope you sleep well despite my rather late arrival last night from London." He smiled warmly as he took his seat again and crossed his ankles.

"Well enough to find out that you were going up the windmill with that girl in my main sitting room last night once I awoke, Robert." The Duchess said sharply, but with a slight smile herself. She cast him a looking over his figure for a moment before continuing in a much lighter tone, "I was wondering how the girl was fairing though after all the events of which the chit was being subjected to stress. Pray, did she accept your proposal?"

"Bella was rather inclined for a moment to accept me at all before I revealed to her that I had paid of her brother's due sum to the dept collectors and have traveled all the way to Harrow gate to find her family and ask for her father's blessing for her hand. I dare say that once she heard it all, her heart was changed and easily accepted me."

"It would seem to me that the girl has enough kindness and spirited ways to make the rest of your like rather quiet pleasant Perhaps more so once you begate her with your first child." Her ladyship said thoughtfully as she accepted a cup of coffee from a nearby servant.

Taking a small sip, her eyes flashed with merriment something that had not happened to her for many years. "I would also dare to say this to you as well Robert," She warned in a undertone as to not be overheard by the passing servants. "I would slowly teach her the arts of lovemaking little by little for it seems to me, though I have not yet seen the girl myself, she is inexperienced in such things and has yet not been told of the ways of the marriage bed by any female."

Robert coughed loudly and went back to regarding his news paper with sudden interest. "She is a quick learner nonetheless, my lady." He said dryly. It was at this time that his cosine, Lady Caroline took the moment to enter the room and take a seat across from Robert.

"Good morning, dear Robert." She beamed cheerfully. "I see that you are rather up early. Aren't you usually take your time in the morning anyway " She asked while taking some eggs and capers onto her plate. Robert threw her a glare and snorted ungentlemanly.

"There is nothing wrong about me being up early. In fact, I just needed some fresh air to clear out my brains after all the drink I had last night before bringing my bride to visit grandmother." He retorted sharply. He pointed a finger at his cousin. "You are the one who wakes up late anyways Caroline, so don't barter me about-"

"Miss Tallant, my lady." Interrupted one of the footman at that moment. He stepped aside to allow a radiant, freshly washed Arabella dressed in a simple, yet elegant morning dress of light cream colored dress and a simple peal necklace to complete her look. Robert could not help but be jaw dropped in his mind of the way she kept her hair loose about her shoulders with only hair combs to keep the up at the sides. She glanced for a brief moment towards her betrothed and her cheeks began to blush ever so slightly before quickly adverting her eyes towards the elderly lady that sat at the head of the table.

The Duchess clicked her tongue in apparent approval of the girl. "You picked your bride rather well, Robert." She said softly before standing up from her seat. She extended her hand out towards Arabella once she came over beside her chair. "Well, indeed you are quite a Bella of them all, my dear." The duchess smiled kindly upon the blushing girl. She patted her shoulder and motioned for Arabella to take a seat next to Robert. "I am told by my grandson that you were rather a fine match for him despite the fact that this was your first season, Arabella." She said while motioning for her main footman to bring the young girl some warm tea.

Arabella's doe eyes flashed for a moment with a spark of her sprite before she replied shyly, "I wasn't quite aware that a penniless country girl would be quite the rage among the ton, your ladyship."

Robert and Caroline both smiled widely as the duchess waved a hand in the air at the blunt but honest comment. "And I was beginning to wonder if there was anymore of girls like you who would make a man out of a rake of a grandson I have here. But no bother, without any money or not, what matters is that you are lady-born, even if you are from a vicarage out of Harrowgate, and second," She counted off her mental list with her fingers. "You are a good gal, and let me tell you in all honest truth, there is not many good gals like you in this world of high fashion and skimpy waltz numbers. But I do like you and there is not many women that Robert had brought to me in the past that I did like at all." She finished before give a small snort. Arabella could only nod her head as she helped herself to a plate of ham, eggs, buttered toast and fresh fruits.

"Well I hope that I make a compatible wife to Robert, My lady." She replied warmly after swallowing her food. The duchess laughed out loud suddenly, startling everyone around her as she tried to catch her breath.

"My...my," She laughed. "Robert is right about you, you have your way with words that have a lot of spunk. I cannot wait for when you come back to visit as his wife." She patted Arabella's hand lovingly. "I assure you that Robert is the best possible catch for a husband that you would want in your life, child." She looked over at him. "He will make a fine father too with his bloodline and good upbringing from both me and his mama, Lady Eliza."

The servants began to clear some of the food off the table and replace it with small little fruit cakes and other various. Arabella talked merrily with lady Caroline and Robert's grandmother for a good while until Robert suggested to that they must be going within an hour if they are to make it to Arabella's home by nightfall.

Arabella thanked her hostess for her hospitality and kindness towards her. The duchess hugged her and patted her cheek. "Now don't let my Robert scare you sometime with his ways, I am sure that you two will get along better when you are securely married to him. Just let your heart lead you on the right path and everything will be alright in the end." She said with years of wisdom in her words.

"Robert has shown more kindness then anyone else that I know in my life, save for my father." Arabella said as she took Robert's hand into hers and held it tightly. "I could never repay him for everything that he has done for both myself and my brother, Betram." Robert smiled softly as he planted a small kiss on her forehead.

"I would do it again if you asked me to, my love," He assured her as his grandmother directed some servants to pack up their traveling cases and have his horses saddled and ready within an hour.

The duchess turned back to Arabella. "Do you mind coming up with me to my private chambers, dear? I wish to show you something that I think you would like very much for your upcoming wedding."

"I could not possibly take anything from you, My lady." Arabella protested as she was led off by the arm by the duchess Robert smiled and sighed as he watched the pair walk up the stair case as Arabella continued to assure her hostess that she was rather fond of the jewelry that she had at the current moment. His grandmother was right on allowing Arabella to visit for a short while. It didn't really surprise him that the duchess got along rather fast with his young bride without even a single incident occurring.

"So how long are you going to be out of the ton's eyes once she becomes married to you?" Lady Caroline cut into his deep thoughts with a dry voice. Robert cast her a critical look that showed his deep displeasure of how she spoke of Arabella.

"I believe it is really non of your business, cousin." He said in a hard tone. "But if you and the rest of the family wish to know since I know that you will the one to gossip about me; be sure to tell them that it will for a extended part of time before we return to London from the country side." With that said, he left her open mouthed and headed to the main stables to look over his horses for the long travel ahead.

Robert entered the stables and found his trusty groom, Clayton already brushing down one of his master's bays while talking good naturally to them. Robert leaned against the stable door, crossing his arms. "Do you think that I made the right decision in choosing Miss Tallant for my wife, Clayton?" He asked out loud.

Clayton shook his head. "I believe that you should just follow what your heart says. From the way you look at her or even how you speak about her to other people, we can all see the devotion and love that you have for the girl." He replied honestly to his master as he put away the brush and reached for the oat bucket. Robert watched him and ran a shiny boot across the floor.

"I would have never thought of finding someone that I have been looking for would be in someone so small, but so outspoken to the world around her." He said more to himself.

The groom chuckled and rubbed the side of his nose. "Well master, if you want my opinion, I really like the girl and think that is it rather good that she has a independent spirit in her. At least you will be kept entertained for the rest of your life together You are already thirty years old and had spent a good decade of bachelorhood playing the Nonpareil."

Robert thought about his reputation within the ton and how it had made him appear to his bride the first time they had meet all those months ago back at his hunting box when she was in need of shelter from the cold and rain. Proud and arrogant of himself was all that he could come up. Ever since he was sixteen and his father had died at only five and fifty years of age, leaving his entire estate and vast money funds to his only son and heir, Robert was naive what he had wanted in a woman for a wife at the time. He had many mistresses that came to him for his protection and to have someone who would have a little coin in their purses until he decided it was time for him to depart, thus breaking their hearts that had been filled with hope of perhaps becoming his wife with a title to their name.

But as he courted young girls and women around among the ton, he found little satisfaction as he became to realize that they didn't want his heart. They were only after his fortune So after a sharp rebuke from his grandmother after his last rakish likes with his last mistress and not wanting to see him until he mended his ways as a proper gentleman of society, he had made a vow to himself that he would never let a woman rule his heart.

And so he threw himself into his fashion, enjoying the game of cat and mouse with the women by using his looks and cool charm to flirt and break many of their hearts left and right. He also greatly enjoyed throwing those of his own sex off as they tried to copy every aspect of his latest fashion to their own, no matter how absurd it would make them to everyone else. But as he found a little young girl with doe eyes, soaked to the bone and begging pardon to spare a little time for her to wait until her carriage had been fixed, he had felt a strange change come upon his ice cold heart.

Once he had first heard her high spirit in her sharp words of pride towards his careless remark about how women were nothing but after money, he had known that she was everything that he was looking for and he was going to be damned to hell if he had allowed any other careless male get take them for themselves. Robert looked up at the sky and saw the sun shining brightly near noon time. But that was all in the past now and all of his hard work had finally paid off in the end.

"Robert?"

He slowly turned and found Arabella dressed in a green traveling frock with black kitten gloves and a matching green hat with a blue feather plume placed on the side of it. She smiled softly and went up to him, laying her small hand on his arm. She started for a long moment in his eyes with a serious look on her face before kissing him boldly on the lips.

"Is everything alright with you, dearest?" She asked softly. Robert wrapped an arm around her slender waist, reveling in the way his whole hand seemed to span it around as she leaned against him with a content look.

"Of course everything is alright, love." He replied in earnest. "Only now that you are now to be my wife both in spirit and physical before the eyes of God, I am finally whole."

Arabella stared out into the vast estate grounds. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I am so happy that you are taking the pains to take me back to Harrowgate to see my family and be married under my father's blessing." She felt him gently squeeze her waist in approval. "It is more than what I could have even possibly dreamed of when I was a little girl. All my life growing up in the school room with my older brothers and sisters, I wanted to live the life of a lady and dress, act, socialize and see the world beyond that of my own country side. I wanted to find true love. Someone who would not care if I was without money to my name and someone who would be willing to just stay by my side and hold be close every night and kiss me in the morning."

Robert cleared his throat and sniffed slightly, coughing loudly as he stopped her suddenly and turned her towards him with a serious look within his eyes. He gently held both of her hands in his. "I care not that you are poor, Arabella Rose Tallant. I would care less if I was poor myself as long as I have you as my loving wife for eternity " He kissed her hard upon the lips until she was breathless, not caring if any of the servants happened to glance out from the house and see them kissing in the open. Once he allowed her to catch her breath, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a fine chained necklace with single oval shaped emerald pendent hanging from it.

As expected, he felt his heart speed up as he saw her beautiful eyes widen at the simple elegance of what he was giving to her. "This was my mother's and she wanted me to give it to her future daughter-in-law as a early wedding present." He explained "It was passed down from my great-grandmother to her daughter, my grandmother, who in turn, gave it to my mother since she was married my father. I was the only sole child and heir so she went ahead and passed it down to me in hopes of me giving it to my future wife. " He stepped behind his bride and clasped the necklace. Arabella felt the warmth of the stone touch her skin as it fell onto her breasts. She touched it with a timid finger.

"Its beautiful, Robert." She exsclamined with wonder. "I will treasure it forever." Robert chuckled. He slipped on his riding gloves, holding out an arm for her.

"Well it is fitting that you shall were that on our wedding day, love." They walked around once more for a while in his grandmother's estate, thanking servants here and there as they passed for their kindness before heading off to the entrance of the main gate. Arabella looked around in confusion as she was helped into the waiting carriage. "Is your grandmother and cousin not going to see us off, Robert?" She asked while looking out the window. Robert covered her lap with a warm blanket that his grandmother had ordered one of her footmen to give to Arabella to help fend of the coming cold afternoon and evening. He shook his head no as he took his seat beside her and covered her up with one of his great traveling coats. "My grandmother doesn't like saying goodbye unless it is a funeral." He repelled in a such a casual tone of voice that it left his young bride laughing.

"Then it would be fitting that she didn't say goodbye to me, but rather thanked me for coming to see her."

"Is that so?"

"Well, she seemed more merry like when we were talking in her private bed chambers while you remained downstairs with lady Caroline."

Robert couldn't help but snort indigently at the name of his cousin "Well now, then I suppose you would like to tell me what it is that she gave to you for your early wedding present."

"Oh, but I am to not reveal it to you until we are married, Robert." Arabella clasped her heart with both hands as she innocently widened her eyes up at him. The Nonpareil crossed his legs before him, bringing his bride closer against him to help provide warmth from his body as the carriage moved along at a descent pace.

His bride was quiet for a while, much like the night before when she had been preoccupied with her scared thoughts of revealing to him the truth about herself. But it was more of a silence that was not at all awkward between them and full of tension. He watched her from time to time as the hour passed slowly into the later afternoon. It was around three o'clock that he found her soundly asleep with her head leaning against his chest, softly snoring with a happy look on her face. Robert drew his coat over them both since the warm air had already begun to turn to a cool wind that swept into the carriage windows.

"We shall be arriving at Harrowgate master, within two more hours." Informed Clayton from the outside at his seat at the tiger seat. "I fed and gave the horses a good warm up, so it should be fine that we continue on without any stops along the way."

"Well done Clayton as usual." Robert praised. "I am sure Arabella will be pleased once she wakes up that we are back in her hometown. Besides, after all the courting you did and how far you went to gain both her hand and heart, I dare say that the both of you will do splendidly together for the rest of your lives."

Robert smirked mostly at himself as he sat back more comfortably for the rest of the ride. They eventually reached Harrowgate half past seven in the evening. Robert have the coachman directions to where the vicarage. It would be good to see Arabella's reaction once she was in the arms of the family she had been away from for a whole season.

Only this time, she would be arriving in the arms of a man who loved her for who she is.

"Bella my love," He gently rocked her awake. "Time to wake up now. We are at your father's home now." He continued to pat her on the hand until she stirred. Arabella reluctantly opened her eyes slightly with a groan and a soft mumble to let her sleep on until morning. Robert's lip twitched as his tiger opened the door to allow his master and the miss climb out. He peered inside with a lamp that the coachman had handed down to him.

"Looks like the chit is out, Master." He said with a twinkle his eye. "Why don't you just carry her inside and let her sleep out the rest of the night? It has been a long journey for the both of you and I am certain that a cup of brandy won't hurt you before you retire." He suggested in a helpful tone.

Robert nodded and gathered up his sleeping bride in his arm and got out of the carriage. "Go and tend to the horses after the servants have come down to get our travailing cases, Claytone. After you are done, you may go as you please out in the village and do as you please until morning." He ordered. Clayton tapped his nose and caught the gold coin his lordship tossed in his direction.

"Will do, Master. I'll be back in the morning around eight sharp." He replied. Robert hugged Arabella close to him as he carried her up to the front door where the housekeeper kindly received them. "Good evening, your lordship." She greeted with a slightly curtsy. "The pastor and his wife are waiting in the main parlor room." She informed him as she led the way. "We have already set a room for you and prepared the young miss's."

"Thank you." He said once they reached the main parlor. The housekeeper smiled before withdrawing from the room to give him some privacy with the Mr and Mrs.

Mr. Tallant was standing by the fireplace, quietly regarding a book in his hands when he heard a slight couphe. He looked up from the page he was reading and found Mr. Beaumaris standing in the doorway with his daughter sleeping in his arms peacefully. His wife, overjoyed beyond words to see her youngest daughter once again, safe within their own comfortable country home, got up from her seat by the fireplace and ran over to touch her daughter.

"Mr. Beaumaris," She cried. "Welcome back to our humble home." She greeted warmly after gently checking to see if Arabella was alright. "I trust that your travel when well?" She motioned for her husband to come over. Mr. Tallant, a man of few words, but full of emotion, gruffly cleared his throat before coming forth with a kind smile on his face. "Welcome, Robert. It is so nice to see you again, and this time with my lovely daughter as well."

"I am afraid she fell asleep half way here, sir." Robert explained with an apologetic smile. "Arabella is still rather tired from our traveling from the night before."

Both of the parents laughed heartily. Mr Tallant sighed as he gazed upon Arabella's sleeping form. "She was quite a handful growing up." He recalled fondly. "Always pestering me to bring her books when I went into town and such to help with the church or some sort. I am afraid that she got a lot of her spunk from her father and her gentle ways from my dear wife here." He reached out to hug his wife and plant a kiss in her hair. "But how rude of me, Robert. Why don't you let one of the servants tuck my daughter in for the night and you and I can retire for a while in my study with Mrs. Tallant over a glass of brandy."

"If you don't mind, Sir," Robert interjected when Mr Tallant was about to rang for one of the servants. "I would like to go ahead and take her up to her room, myself."

"Yes, Papa," Mrs. Tallant agreed quickly. "Let Robert take Arabella up to her room and he could go change in a more comfortable arraignment. Mr. Tallant surprisingly didn't put up a argument against his wife's wish as he merely nodded his head.

"Go ahead, Robert." He said before returning to his spot by the fire and resuming his book reading. Mrs. Tallant smiled and beckoned Robert to follow her up the stairs to Arabella's own bedroom. "We are a good family with strong moral here, Robert." She said as they went down the main hallway. "I pray that Arabella doesn't really become too high in her pride as an independent person in society." She stopped a one of the doors at the far end and opened it. "Your room is a few doors down from here." She pointed to a door that stood at least six steps away. "There is a burning fire already for you along with some hot water for you to freshen yourself up with." She added while opening the door to Arabella's.

Robert slowly walked in and took a look around. It wasn't very large, but it was more then comfortable enough for a nice bed with a four poster canopy, a dresser and vanity stood on one side of the bed. He was glad to find a fire burning well in the fireplace. At least she would not be cold for the rest of the night. Mrs. Tallant placed a candle on a night stand nearby. "I will be downstairs with my husband." She said simply before leaving him alone with his bride. Robert let out a small sigh as he carefully set her down onto her bed. "Your room is rather nice, love." He mused while taking a look around the room. His eyes fell on her traveling case that was tucked in a corner. He went over after disposing his gloves, hat, and travel cape on a chair before the fire, and opened her case up. After a moment of rummaging through her clothes, he fond a night shift and shut the lid close.

She was still very much asleep when he came back over and began gently removing her clothing from her body. Every piece he took off, he felt his loins ached at the need to become one with her. But he kept telling himself that there was more then enough time for them to complete their bonding once they were married and second, that they were under the roof of her parents home. Robert paused for a moment once she was fully naked to his sight. Arabella was perfect with her slender hips, high breasts that were the right round shape, flat stomach, long slender legs and arms that he had imagined in his mind on so may occasions wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust himself inside her sweet warmth. Robert shook his head out of the seductive image and quickly pulled her night shift over her nude body. He picked her up into his arms once more as he pulled back the covers. Once he placed her inside, he pulled them up to her chin and placed a soft kiss on her mouth before snuffing out the candle.

He gathered up his things and opened the door. Looking back towards the bed of where his young bride slept, he smiled at the feeling that he had almost fully taken her right there and then. "Goodnight, my love." He whispered before shutting the door behind him. It took him only fifteen minutes to wash off, comb his hair and pick a simple attire of a white shirt paired with a green waistcoat and black pantaloons. He was tying his neck cloth in a complicated knot when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." He replied as he placed a ruby pin in the center of his elegant masterpiece. Clayton opened the door and bowed slightly before closing it behind him. He stood with a leather box in his hands. "Well, Clayton, did everything go well with the horses and such?" Robert asked amusingly as he stared absently at his reflection in the mirror. Clayton nodded his head yes.

"All is well, Master. The horses are eating right now and I rubbed them down before I went to check on your luggage sir." He held up the box in his hands. "I believe this had fallen in coach sir when you took the miss into the house. The coachman was the one who discovered it before he went into town and entrusted it to me since it has the family crest of your grandmother."

Robert paused and raised an eyebrow at his tiger. "My grandmother's? What would my fiance be doing with something such as that?" He asked curiously as he turned and held out his hand for the box. Clayton came up and placed it in his lordships waiting hands.

"By the looks, perhaps something for the wedding?" He replied helpfully. "Its awfully light to be of too much value." Robert pushed it back into Clayton.

"Go put this into Miss Tallant's room on top of her traveling case. Make no notion that I know of this to her, do you understand me?" He ordered sternly. Clayton wordlessly bowed his head before doing his master's bidding. After a moment 's pause at the door, he turned back with a confused expression.

"Er..if you don't mind me asking, Master which one is her room?" He asked sheeply. "I don't know my way around here."

"It is four doors down from mine, Clayton." Robert said as he turned back to his toiletries "I shall see you in the morning. That will be all." He said dismissively Clayton bowed his head and left the room.

"I suppose that it would wicked if I had taken a look at what laid in that box." He said to his reflection. "But I do like a good surprise from time to time."