Disclaimer: This fanfic is rated 'M' for adult themes. I do not own any of the characters of The Hunger Games or Pride and Prejudice, although I wish I did.


Chapter 12:

"The distance is nothing when one has a motive."

- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen


"Do you think it can be fixed, Mr. Heavensbee?" Katniss asked, offering a hand to Mrs. Heavensbee as she helped the woman down from the carriage.

"I am afraid not." Mr. Heavensbee cast a weary look between Katniss and the wheel that sat perched upon the axel at an awkward angle. "If a carriage does not pass by soon, I fear I will need to take one of the horses myself to fetch help. Would it be too much to ask for you to manage for a few hours in my absence?"

Katniss looked to the sky. Not a cloud was in sight, and the sun had yet to reach its zenith overhead. With hours of daylight ahead of them, surely she and Mrs. Heavensbee could manage on their own for the afternoon.

For over a fortnight, their traveling party had been touring the countryside, the scenic route proving more of a detour than she had expected while en route to Seamfirth. But in truth, Katniss had not minded the delay at all. The world around her was now an open book and its chapters were a new adventure just waiting for her to discover. The picturesque landscapes and quaint yet vibrant towns she never would have thought to visit caused her to re-evaluate her love of staying close to home.

Their travels had brought them to a charming inn on the outskirts of the next town over. The innkeeper had boasted of the surrounding estates, stating what a sight they were to behold. Taking the kind lady's recommendation, they decided on a day trip to tour the local country houses. But following an unfortunate turn of events—or rather, one too many wrong turns—misfortune struck when the road they were traveling had one too many hidden hollows.

True to form, the Heavensbees had taken their situation in stride, further proving to Katniss that her original impression of them for being from the Capitol was far off the mark. They were a jovial couple who saw things in a different light than she, their opinions and views not only amusing but enlightening at times. She had come to cherish their idiosyncrasies, and although Katniss still thought it an awkward match, she saw how well they complemented one another. Oddly enough, their relationship echoed that of her aunt and uncle in more ways than one.

The beautiful surroundings and fresh air had done wonders for Katniss's spirit. As well as had given her time to sort out her thoughts for Mr. Mellark. Any ill feelings she may have harbored towards him because of his uncle's scandal were replaced with understanding and a shared frustration on his behalf. When she thought long and hard about the situation, did she honestly care what those in the Capitol thought of her? With her recent windfalls, it was true she had once considered reinventing herself with a new life in the Capitol, but it had become glaringly obvious that such a life would not suit her. She had no designs on spending much—or any—time there if she could help it.

Although Katniss had truly enjoyed her time with the Heavensbees, she was eager to return home for the sole reason of resuming her correspondence with Mr. Mellark. Would there already be letters awaiting her? Where was he at present? He had been vague as to the details of where his business would take him next, and she could not help but wonder when their paths would again cross.

To pass the time on the longer carriage rides, she had taken to recounting their adventures in various letters that she hoped to dispatch straight to Spring Haven the moment she returned home. It was her deepest hope that through their rekindled correspondence, the open and honest dialogue she and Mr. Mellark had once shared could be restored, allowing them to grow back together, as they once were. However, only time would tell.

"Do not worry, we will manage," Katniss finally answered. "All shall be fine, I assure you. I will set up a blanket just over there beneath the shade of that old oak." As she was about to fetch a blanket from the carriage, her ears perked at the faint sound of horses. She brought a hand up to her brow to shade out the glaring sun and searched the road for movement. There in the distance was a carriage, cresting the adjacent hill and approaching them quickly.

"Look, Mr. Heavensbee, over there!"

Mr. Heavensbee stepped out into the middle of the dirt road as the carriage drew near. The horses slowed to a stop just before their damaged carriage and the driver arose from his bench.

"Good day, Sir! Might I be of service?" the driver asked as he leapt to the ground. The man straightened and brushed off his jacket before he approached them and bowed.

"That would be very kind, thank you. It appears that one of the wheels has come loose."

The two men peered over the damaged wheel. It was obvious from the deep furrow in the driver's brow that it did not look good.

"I am afraid this cannot be fixed here, but perhaps if I had my tools…" he trailed off as he appeared to ponder over a thought. "May I ask, have you been touring the local estates this fine day?"

"Yes, that was the plan, but I fear I may have…lost my bearings."

"If I may suggest, perhaps you would be interested in touring my master's estate. There you can rest in comfort and I can return with one of the stable boys to repair the wheel. Once I am finished, we can drive the carriage back to you. It should not take more than a few hours at most. Would that be all right with you?"

"How far is the residence?" Katniss asked.

"Oh, not far at all, Miss, it is but only a few miles in the direction that I came, at Spring Haven."

Katniss' body stiffened. Her mouth opened to speak but all she could manage was to swallow the lump that had abruptly formed in her throat. She must have misheard the man, for a coincidence such as this was not possible. "Sir, I am not sure I heard you correctly, but did you say Spring Haven?"

"Why yes," he confirmed with a polite smile. "Spring Haven is the residence of the Mellark family. Have you had the pleasure of their acquaintance?"

"Yes," Katniss answered in a breathy voice as she looked away from the driver to the road ahead that led to Spring Haven. All this time, she had been but only a few miles from Mr. Mellark's home. What if he was there at this very moment? The thought set a flutter deep in her belly.

"Then we would be delighted!" Mr. Heavensbee replied as he clapped his hands in appreciation. "Come now, let us gather our—"

"But sir!" Katniss interrupted. Embarrassed by her sudden outburst, Katniss found her composure with a steadying breath. Nibbling on her lower lip, she turned to the driver and then continued calmly. "Will Mr. Mellark be there?"

"No, Miss, the family is away for the summer. However, Miss Adelaide is expected to return any day now from the family retreat on the coast. Have you had the pleasure of her acquaintance as well?"

"No, I am afraid not," Katniss replied as apprehension overtook her.

"Miss Mellark is a delightful and courteous hostess. I would expect that should she return to find you there, she would be more than accommodating to you during your time of need."

The prospect of touring Spring Haven without Mr. Mellark's knowledge felt like an invasion of his privacy. Would he think the act too presumptuous in their newly restored friendship? Or that she had the intention of secretly sizing up his prospects? The notion was preposterous, but that did not change the possibility of him misinterpreting the situation. Curiosity and apprehension warred within her, but eventually, it was her curiosity that won out.

"Very well," Katniss agreed. Still reluctant, she followed the lead of Mr. and Mrs. Heavensbee and accepted the driver's proffered hand into the carriage.

"Oh good heavens," Mrs. Heavensbee said with a gasp. "Have you ever seen such a carriage?" The lavish interior and fine silk bench had Katniss perched on the edge, worried she would dirty such finery with her dusty walking shoes and well-traveled coat.

"I heard Mr. Mellark had done well for himself," Mr. Heavensbee mused as he ran a hand over the intricate carvings that adorned the windows. "But I did not expect grandeur on such a scale!"

When the carriage jerked forward, Katniss reached out to steady herself. She continued to take in her surroundings, observing every detail as she smoothed her fingers over the bench repeatedly. Yes, it was luxury at its finest, but it was unlike the pretentious gaudiness of Sir Snow's estate. It had a humble yet refined atmosphere, one that did not constantly remind the occupants of what they lacked.

Before long a great estate became visible over the horizon. Nestled on a small plateau that was surrounded by a sea of old timber forest was a grand, sprawling house. What spectacular sights it no doubt provided, every point of view remarkable in its own way. The closer they advanced, the more her suspicions were confirmed.

"Is that…?" Katniss could not find the words to finish, too consumed by the nostalgia of the towering evergreens.

"Yes," Mrs. Heavensbee confirmed. "How did I not recognize where we were? It is just as I remember from my childhood. Perhaps grander, even! Look there," Mrs. Heavensbee said, pointing to the approaching estate. "The gardens at Spring Haven are renowned far and wide. I heard it now boasts more than four conservatories, including a pinery, can you believe it?"

Katniss spared a glance at Mrs. Heavensbee. "A pinery?"

"Why yes, it is a hothouse made specifically to grow pineapples. It is quite the delicacy, do you not agree?"

"I would not know," Katniss answered, then turned her attention back to the sprawling gardens that flanked an ornate fountain.

"They are to die for," Mrs. Heavensbee gushed. "Sweet and tart that melts in your mouth. The exotic taste is difficult to describe…perhaps like the marriage of citrus…and apple?"

Katniss could not imagine such a delicacy, but perhaps while they waited for their carriage to be fixed, they could inquire for a tour of the gardens.

When the carriage came to a stop at the front of the house, Katniss could only stare in awe, thoroughly enchanted by the estate. Spring Haven House was a handsome stone building, its architecture neither overly formal nor falsely adorned, but rather a natural beauty that complemented instead of competed with its surroundings.

"Is it not a fair prospect?" Mrs. Heavensbee asked as a footman descended the steps to open the carriage door.

Unable to take her eyes off the stately yet charming façade, Katniss managed a gentle nod. "Indeed it is."

As they ascended the steps to the house, Katniss could not ignore the flutter in her chest. She was both eager and curious to see what lay beyond the doors of Spring Haven, to see the kind of life that Mr. Mellark had fashioned for himself. Would it be similar to Rosings, with its grandiose yet cold interior, where opulence exuded from every corner? Or would it be like Seaforth, with its lively yet delightful furnishings that gave the home an elegant yet comfortable atmosphere?

Beyond the pair of massive double doors, they entered a cavernous hallway where they were greeted by an older woman who introduced herself as the housekeeper, Mrs. Paylor. After formal introductions and the necessary pleasantries were conducted, followed by a dramatic retelling of how they ended up on the doorstep of Spring Haven by Mr. Heavensbee, Mrs. Paylor ushered them through the massive entrance hall and into the drawing room.

"Please, you are welcome to wait here for your carriage to be repaired," Mrs. Paylor said as she waved towards a footman. Her gaze met Katniss's and lingered there for a moment as a flash of surprise or perhaps recognition crossed her face. But that could not be. She was certain she had never met the woman before. Unsure of what to make of the interaction, Katniss offered her a hesitant smile.

"The family is away for the summer," Mrs. Paylor continued, finally looking away to address the Heavensbees. "But we always keep a full staff in their absence for such occasions. Would you care for a tour of the estate while you wait?"

"Oh, yes, that would be very kind," Mrs. Heavensbee answered. "I have such fond memories of Spring Haven from when I was a child, when we used to visit for the annual Michaelmas celebration. The dancing, the music, the games…and of course, the blackberry pie!"

Katniss looked about the elegant room as she listened to Mrs. Heavensbee and Mrs. Paylor regale the many parties and socials the Mellark family were known to host. Grand garden parties, lavish balls, and lively socials catered not only to the upper class but the tenants as well. The nostalgic tone in both their voices made Katniss wonder if such events no longer took place. Surely she would have heard of such grand parties from Aunt Effie and the Capitol gossip ring. It was a matter she would inquire to Mr. Mellark in her next letter.

Her letters! Katniss had been so caught up in the events of the day that it did not cross her mind. What a happy coincidence! Perhaps they could return to the inn to fetch her many letters and leave them with Mrs. Paylor before they departed on the last leg of their journey. But then again, what would the housekeeper think? Katniss had written over a dozen letters over the past few weeks, surely the sheer volume of her correspondence would be sure to raise a few eyebrows. Despite her concerns, Mr. Mellark had asked her to resume their correspondence, she would not shy away from his wishes now.

A tea tray with refreshments arrived shortly after and she was taken aback by the selection set before them. Katniss could not help but admire the exquisite gold and green porcelain teacup and saucer presented to her. Nor could she deny the tray of lemon slices once offered. Were all guests to Spring Haven treated to such finery? Taking a sip from her cup, Katniss's eyes fell shut as she savored the bright, crisp flavor.

"Is the tea to your liking?" Mrs. Paylor asked. It took a moment for Katniss to realize the question had been posed to her.

"Why yes, it is wonderful." Unable to resist the taste, Katniss took another sip. "And such a beautiful tea set."

Mrs. Paylor nodded and smiled. "It is one of Mr. Mellark's favorite sets, brought to us from his eldest brother, along with the tea. A wonderful Ceylon that pairs harmoniously with the lemons grown here in the estate's orangeries."

"Yes, it is all quite marvelous," Mr. Heavensbee said as he wiggled his fingers in the air, no doubt struggling with his next selection from the tray. "I would love to explore the conservatories as well if time permits. I have always been fascinated with the mechanics of these new hothouses, the inner workings, and all that." Upon selecting a pastel green iced petite four, he looked to Mrs. Paylor in earnest.

"Certainly, Sir, I'm sure Mr. Blight, our head gardener, would be pleased to show you around. But first, let us start with the house."

Before she knew it, Katniss had drained the last bit of her tea. With the rest of her party readied as well, Mrs. Paylor escorted them out of the drawing room and into the great hall. There she began the tour, reciting a thorough history of when the house had been built, how the estate had expanded over the decades, and a list of previous landlords as they strolled along the polished floors. Despite the authoritative tone of the housekeeper's voice, warmth shone from her dark brown eyes, clearly full of pride for the family and house she represented.

There were several facets to Mr. Mellark, many of which she was certain she had yet to learn. Would they come through in his home? Did these walls hold secrets, just waiting to be discovered? As curious as she was, a part of her still felt as though she was invading his safe haven. Touring grand homes and estates such as this was common—expected even—but still, she could not ignore the hint of guilt that tugged at her conscience.

With each handsomely furnished room they passed through, Katniss was pleasantly impressed. She quickly deduced that the interior itself was a clear expression of Mr. Mellark's particular taste, and of course, wealth. But it was neither gaudy nor useless in its finery, less of splendor and more a true elegance when compared to that of Rosings.

One of the doors opened to a lofty gallery, filled with exquisite marble statues and paintings of all shapes and sizes that adorned the walls. However, it was impossible to keep her eyes from drifting to a large portrait towards the back and center of the room. As she drew closer, the familiar waves of blond hair and sky-blue eyes captured her attention.

Quiet footsteps followed close behind her and paused, but it was a sharp intake of breath that garnered Katniss's attention. There she found Mrs. Heavensbee, hand to her chest as she stared up at the portrait. Close on her heels was the housekeeper.

"My word, is that Mr. Mellark?" Mrs. Heavensbee asked.

Mrs. Paylor beamed. "Is my master not handsome?"

"Very handsome, indeed," Mrs. Heavensbee mused before turning to Katniss. "Would you not agree? Tell me, my dear, is it a true likeness?"

"Oh, has the young lady had the pleasure of Mr. Mellark's acquaintance?"

"Yes, I have," Katniss answered. Her cheeks suddenly flushed when she realized she was staring at his mouth, firm yet flawless. "And indeed, it is a true likeness."

"Ah, then you know of what I speak," the woman exclaimed, pride for her household radiating from her. "Mr. Mellark has always been such a wonderful young man with the most pleasant disposition. I do say, those that are good-natured when they are children are good-natured when they are grown."

"However, after the passing of his father and the departure of Mr. Cray, something in him changed." The middle-aged housekeeper stared at the portrait with motherly concern, and then as if realizing she had spoken out of turn, she cleared her throat. "Mr. Mellark is an excellent landlord. Never before have I worked for such a kind, unselfish, and humane gentleman. Not to mention, a devoted brother to his dear sister, Miss Adelaide."

Steering their attention to the next portrait, Mrs. Paylor again beamed with pride. "And here is Miss Adelaide Mellark. Is she not an angel?"

The young lady in the portrait could not have been more than eighteen, younger even. "Is she out in society yet?" Katniss asked.

An uneasiness crossed the housekeeper's face and Katniss instantly regretted posing the question. "Not quite yet, Miss Adelaide enjoys traveling the countryside at the moment. Perhaps next season."

Katniss studied the portrait again, spotting the shared traits that appeared to mark the distinct look of the Mellark family. The wavy, blonde locks paired with stunning blue eyes. But unlike her brother's rather stoic portrait, Miss Adelaide Mellark's sweet smile held a certain mischief to it that had Katniss grinning to herself.

As Mrs. Paylor and Mrs. Heavensbee further discussed the Mellark family tree, Katniss looked about the rest of the portraits. The one of the late Mrs. Mellark had Katniss frowning. The woman's stately pose spoke of her refined upbringing, but the severe pinched features of her face held not an ounce of warmth. The Mellark children must have inherited their father's looks, for besides the color of their hair, there was little resemblance to their mother. Before she could ponder the family traits further, a small portrait at the end of the wall caught Katniss' eye. There was something…peculiar about the image.

Moving closer, she cocked her head to the side and her brow furrowed, unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. However, they were not. Before her hung a portrait of a beautiful young woman with smooth pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and hair as golden as the morning sun's rays.

Katniss knew the face, and she knew it well.

She was startled when Mr. and Mrs. Heavensbee had joined her to view the portrait.

"How stunning, what a lovely young lady," Mrs. Heavensbee exclaimed, but then she paused and held her breath for a beat before she continued. "Perhaps it is my old eyes playing tricks on me, but I cannot help but wonder…my dear, does she not have a striking resemblance to your sister?" With a hesitant frown, she turned to look at Katniss.

Mrs. Heavensbee was not wrong, there was an uncanny resemblance to Primrose but the upturned corners of the woman's eyes and delicate slope of the nose was a distinct feature that only her mother had.

A memory flashed through her mind, not fully fleshed but enough to recall the gentle tickle of her mother's finger as it traced Katniss's nose from the bridge to the tip and back. How fortunate you are, my sweet one, to share your father's features instead of mine. But this here, is all me. My blessed, blessed girl. You will outshine them all one day. She never did understand her mother's words. In a heartbeat, she would have given up her straight dark hair, olive skin, and gray eyes to look like her mother and Prim.

As quickly as the memory appeared, it vanished, leaving Katniss with a tightening in her chest as she stared up at the portrait with longing.

"But how?" Katniss whispered, stepping closer. She reached out to trace the brush strokes that formed her mother's nose but then hesitated. How was this possible? Why would her mother's portrait be displayed here at Spring Haven?

She turned to Mrs. Paylor and could not keep the tremble from her voice. "Mrs. Paylor, who might this portrait be of?"

"Oh, let me see." The housekeeper approached them but her face turned uncertain when she realized which portrait had caught their attention. "I am sorry, Miss, but I was not privy to the young woman's name. All I know is that she was an acquaintance of the late Mr. Mellark during his younger years. I did find it a tad odd that this portrait was removed from storage and placed on display after the passing of the late Mrs. Mellark. Do you know who it may be?"

"I am not certain, but there is a striking resemblance to my…mother." Mrs. Heavensbee turned to her, mouth open as if to speak, but then with a cautious gaze, must have thought better of it.

"Quite curious," Mrs. Paylor mused. "I assumed her a distant relative but I was certain I knew every branch of the Mellark family tree."

There was a niggling feeling at the back of Katniss's mind the longer she thought about it. There was a possibility it was not her mother, but the resemblance was too uncanny. But if it was her, why was such a portrait here on display? What connection could her mother possibly have had with the late Mr. Mellark?

Katniss continued to ponder the possibilities as Mrs. Paylor ushered them through another wing of the house. It wasn't until they crossed the threshold into an enormous library that Katniss shook out of her thoughts. She was in paradise, surrounded by books upon books neatly filed away on shelves that reached the ceiling.

Still in awe, she only came to when someone gently touched her elbow. It was too soon to move on, not when she had finally found heaven on earth. "Pardon me, Mrs. Paylor, but might I stay behind to further explore the library? I have never before seen such a magnificent collection."

"Of course, we shall continue and collect you on our way through again."

"Thank you," Katniss said, turning her attention to the massive collection of colored books on display.

With hundreds upon hundreds of tomes to choose from, it was overwhelming to know where to start. A corner of the room caught her attention, the brightly colored covers eye-catching. Upon closer inspection as her fingertips grazed along the silken spines, she realized they were exotic and soft to the touch. Curious, as many were void of lettering, she pulled an indigo selection from its shelf and admired the cover where intricate curves and designs in gold ink decorated the cover. Some of the curves were arranged almost as though it was lettering. A foreign language perhaps? It was peculiar, but no less beautiful.

Intrigued, she carefully opened the cover and was surprised to see not only the same designs that adorned the front but a translation she could understand below.

Kama Sutra, she mouthed to herself. Peculiar indeed, but no less intriguing given her naivety to such exotic titles. Unsure yet curious, she flipped through a few pages of text, pleasantly surprised to see the translation of the foreign text was throughout, and then paused to read an excerpt further.

A fire – that is what a woman is.

Her firewood is her glistening lips,

Her smoke is the downy veil,

Her flame is her pulsing center.

Perplexed, Katniss frowned before reading over the words again, more slowly this time to make sense of the cryptic words.

Her flame…is her…pulsing…

With heat rushing to her cheeks, Katniss slammed the cover shut and dropped the book onto the carpeted floor as though burned. Without a doubt, she could admit her lack of particular worldly experiences left her naive about certain topics, but even she understood the insinuation of the words. What was a book like that doing in a gentleman's library? She searched about the room, her cheeks burning even warmer now as though she had been caught. With a fist clenched against her belly, she inhaled a shuddering breath.

Never before had she read such words, but she could not deny that they stirred something deep within her, a curiosity that begged to be discovered. Clearing her throat, she glanced at the doorway once again, ensuring it appeared clear. With a swift dip to the floor, the book was once again in her hands and she crept closer to the windows at the back of the library and perched herself upon a plush settee.

Fingering through the pages carefully, she found the shocking passage again. Tamping down the mortification of her inappropriate curiosity, she continued where she had left off.

When one penetrates her, that is her embers,

And her sparks are the climax.

In that very fire, the gods offer their seed,

And from that offering springs forth life.

The prose had an almost poetic structure, and although vulgar in context, she could not help but appreciate the flow of words. The further she flipped through the contents, it became apparent this text appeared to be a manual of sorts, with topics such as acquiring a partner, duties, and privileges of a wife, and the nature of love.

Towards the end of the book, however…was it possible for her face to heat any further? She stopped at a page filled on both sides with illustrations. On one side was a man whose skin was painted a striking blue and a woman seated in his lap, her head bent backward in pure bliss as he fondled her naked bosom with his hands. The other side portrayed the same man but this time, he was bent between the woman's legs, his long pink tongue thrust out as if partaking in the very essence of her womanhood.

She could not help but stare in embarrassed fascination at the images, taking in every detail with rapt fascination. Again, despite their indecent depiction, they were beautiful. Below the images was a small inscription, and she raised the book closer as she squinted to make out the words.

"Ahem," came the low clearing of someone's throat at the doorway.

With a startled squeak, Katniss snapped the book shut and shot to her feet. With wild eyes and burning cheeks, she sucked in a breath when she spotted Mr. Mellark hovering in the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back. Too stunned to move, she tried to gather her wits.

"Mr. Mellark, what are you—" She stopped short at the realization of her ill manners and dipped into a shallow curtsy. "I mean, I did not expect—that is, I apologize for the unexpected intrusion."

"There is no need to apologize," he said as he slowly moved further into the room. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Everdeen. You look very well."

The warmth of his relaxed smile put her at ease, the worry she felt for making a fool of herself fading into pleasant calmness. A comfortable silence fell between them as they regarded one another, her gaze sliding over him in open evaluation.

He looked well. Better than well. Gone was the formal attire she was so accustomed to seeing him in, the creases in his clothes telling of a long journey bound in his carriage. She was quick to determine that she much preferred him this way, in rougher, simpler clothing yet still urbane as ever. Not to mention, the way his tousled waves fell haphazardly against his forehead, paired with just a shadow of close-shaven stubble along the curve of his jaw. The way his tall, striking form filled the doorway, his relaxed posture imbued with natural confidence. Not one of the portraits she had seen today held a light to the man in the flesh. No wonder he made it difficult to think!

It did not help matters that he remained silent with a bemused smile as his blue eyes flashed and burned through her. Finally, she could no longer bear the extended silence between them.

"Katniss," she corrected him, her voice breathy as she tried but failed to control the sudden flutter of her heart.

The corner of his mouth lifted with mirth. "Yes, of course. It is a pleasure to see you again…Katniss."

"You must be wondering what we are doing here," she began in a rush, the words pouring from her like a babbling brook. "You see, our carriage wheel broke not far from here and I was certain Mr. Heavensbee was lost—"

"Yes, I heard—"

"And then one of your drivers happened by and insisted that we would not be intruding upon your household while he went back to fix the broken wheel—"

"I assure you that—"

"And your staff said you were not expected back for quite some time and then Mrs. Paylor offered us a tour of the house and then I found your library and—"

"Katniss," he said in a firm, yet bemused tone, and before she knew it, he closed the space between them and stood before her. "I crossed paths with my driver just as I was arriving and he has appraised me of the recent events. My plans changed and I returned a day early from retrieving my sister from our summer home on the coast. Rest assured, you are not intruding. You are always welcome here."

"Oh, I see, well…this is quite the coincidence then." A sudden shyness caused her to look about the room, as though searching for something to ask him. From the corner of her eye, she caught him eyeing the library as well.

"I hope you are not displeased?" When she did not answer, he further clarified, "With Spring Haven?"

"Heavens no, of course not! Quite the opposite. I am quite taken aback by it all, never before have I seen a prospect so splendid. You have a beautiful home."

Mr. Mellark smiled, his face lighting up with relief. "Then you approve. I am happy to hear of it. Your approval is not so commonly bestowed when it comes to gaudy old mansions if I recall correctly. Therefore, I am quite thrilled by your humble opinion."

He was obviously holding in his delight, but how could the man remember such a thing? What else had she said early on that might resurface to haunt her?

With a wavering smile, she stood stiffly, still clenching the book she had almost forgotten was pressed tight to her chest. But when she tracked his gaze to it and saw recognition in his eyes, the heat returned to her cheeks tenfold. His barely contained smirk had her sputtering, but before she could defend herself, he turned away and strode to the vacant space along the bookshelf. But the trace of amusement lingered on his lips.

"Pretty, are they not? This particular collection is a mix of finds from my travels and from my brother who has been stationed in the West Indies for some time now."

"Oh? Have you traveled much?" Katniss discretely tucked the book behind her back. "It was at Rosings that I learned your elder brother is away much of the time for your uncle's tea business."

Mr. Mellark studied the books for a moment as though choosing his next words wisely. "Yes, he looks after my uncle's interests in many of his various investments. Or rather, does much of the heavy lifting while my uncle remains holed up in his estate where he boasts of his returns while my brother is left with little to any credit."

The disdain in his voice was apparent and the picture he painted of Sir Snow only added to her already tainted opinion of the man.

After clearing his throat, he continued. "It is my middle brother that travels the most due to his position with the Navy. Most of this collection here," he said, gesturing to the shelf where the gap from the book hidden behind her back was located, "is from him. From his more…exotic adventures." Glancing back at her, his knowing smile had her cheeks heating again.

As if sensing her discomfort, he moved from the shelf and made his way to the window where he turned his back to her. "As for myself, I completed a grand tour of Europe as part of my studies. I visited the historical sites of France, Italy, Germany, Spain, and Portugal."

Katniss listened on as he relayed some of his favorite adventures on his tour. It made sense. The distinguished way he presented himself. A certain polish she observed only from those who had the privilege to travel the world and experience such life-altering experiences.

When he continued to look out the window, she realized he was allowing her to return the book still concealed behind her back. With a wary glance, she ensured his back was still to her as she slipped the book back into place. After wiping her sweaty palms along her skirts, she took a moment to straighten herself up and fan her face as best she could in the absence of a looking glass.

Once satisfied, she joined him at the window. "So you have not visited the West Indies yourself?"

He turned to her with that deliberate smirk still on his face and she lifted her chin higher to meet his stare. "No, but perhaps someday I would be interested in exploring what experiences their culture has to offer…that is, with the right partner."

Unable to hold his penetrating gaze, she shifted her attention back to the view out the window to the vast gardens and conservatories. Their conversation was headed down a precarious path filled with his clever phrases and innuendos she was certain to either take wildly out of context or simply go right over her head. Words were his strength and she was hopelessly outmatched.

Desperate for a change in topic, she motioned to the structure that Mrs. Heavensbee had pointed out to her upon their arrival. "Mrs. Paylor mentioned your conservatories are unlike any other. Before our arrival, I had never heard of a pinery before."

She could sense him studying her profile and like a moth to a flame, she could not help but turn her attention back to him. A long, quiet moment passed between them during which his eyes dropped to her lips and lingered there for a heartbeat before he looked back out the window to the gardens.

"I enjoy the peace and tranquility they provide," he finally said. "As for the pinery, it was more the challenge that interested me."

"The challenge?"

"Pineapples are much more difficult to cultivate than citrus. The requirements of their growth are very specific, especially given our climate. They require more light and more warmth. Just the right…touch."

Mr. Mellark reached out and she held her next breath as his fingers gently tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear. When his fingertips grazed the shell of her ear, she released a shallow breath. Her skin was eager to drink in every caress, no matter how fleeting or innocent, hopeful that his roaming fingers would continue their exploration along her neck. When he pulled away, she felt oddly bereft, but it was most likely for the best as footsteps from down the hall filtered into the room.

Stepping away to put a much more respectable distance between them, Katniss turned towards the open door and tried to gain her composure, but her heart continued to beat rapidly in her chest.

Mrs. Paylor entered the room and with a bright smile, dipped into a low curtsey. "My Lord, welcome home!"

"Mrs. Paylor," he said, turning his attention to her. "It is wonderful to see you again. I am happy to be home."

"I have notified Cook to prepare a late luncheon as I am sure you and Miss Adelaide must be famished after your travels."

"That is very kind, but we stopped at an inn along the way." Sensing more company in the hall, Mr. Mellark strode forward to formally welcome the Heavensbees. After the introductions, he glanced back at Katniss before turning to Mr. Heavensbee. "Sir, I would be honored if you and your wife and Miss Everdeen would stay for luncheon. I spoke with my driver at the stables and he informed me that he believes the repairs to your carriage will take longer than he first expected. I understand you are staying at the inn in town?"

"Indeed, we are," Mr. Heavensbee answered.

"Then I would also be honored for you to finish out your stay here at Spring Haven."

"You would?" Katniss stammered at the very instant Mr. Heavensbee spoke too.

"We would be delighted!" His jovial laughter filled the hall before he turned to his wife. Mrs. Heavensbee appeared just as taken aback by the invitation as Katniss did.

"But you have just returned," Katniss said, not wanting to overstay their welcome. "I am sure your sister would prefer—"

"Do not worry yourself. I assure you, your presence is quite welcome."

"We do not want to intrude on your time at home," Katniss continued, but by the look on his face, she sensed she was fighting a losing battle.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you like. A few days at least, to allow the horses to rest and ensure the carriage is properly fixed."

"But…are you quite certain?" Katniss continued in vain. Pinning her with a look that dared her to carry on with her feeble excuses, Mr. Mellark cleared his throat. "Well, if you insist," she murmured.

Without looking away, he strode forward, hands behind his back. "I insist."

Slightly perturbed by his high-handedness in the situation, his question was met with a long sigh. Now was not the time to argue, and besides, it was difficult to resist the beguiling gleam in his eyes. "Very well then, your hospitality is much appreciated."

"Then it is settled. When you are finished with your tour, one of my drivers will return you to the inn to collect your belongings. Luncheon will be awaiting your return." Turning to the Heavensbees, he gestured towards the doorway as he ushered them forward to follow Mrs. Paylor. "My apologies, but I have some urgent business to attend to and will not be able to join you quite yet. But shall we reconvene at dinner?"

"That would be wonderful," Mrs. Heavensbee answered.

"Until then, I will see you to the drawing room and return you to the capable hands of Mrs. Paylor. Shall we?"

Turning back to Katniss, Mr. Mellark offered her his arm. She hesitated, noticing the curious looks from the Heavensbees and the housekeeper, before tucking her hand in the crook of his arm. His hand clasped over hers as if holding her in place, and as he held her gaze, the world seemed to fade around them. Gone were any coherent thoughts she might have, scattered like bits of dandelion fluff in a high wind.

He fell easily in step beside her as they followed behind the Heavensbees, his relaxed stride in juxtaposition to her rigid steps. She was so caught up in the heady concoction of his nearness and warmth, that she almost missed the conspiratorial wink Mr. Heavensbee sent her over his shoulder.

"Have you had a pleasant trip so far?" Mr. Mellark asked.

"Yes, very much so," Katniss answered, taking note of the couple's bent heads as they whispered amongst themselves. "I made sure to document it all in my letters."

"Would it be too much to hope such letters are addressed to me?"

Katniss chuckled. "Of course they are, whom else would they be for?"

"At the wedding, I seem to recall you garnering the attention of quite several interested suitors."

Looking at him aghast, Katniss quickly dismissed him with a shake of her head. "Are you sure you do not require spectacles? Or perhaps you mistook me for someone else. There was hardly a line of suitors trailing me throughout the ballroom."

"My eyesight is perfect," he said in a haughty tone, but now that she knew him better, she laughed, knowing it was only part of the façade he wore for others. With a playful narrowing of his eyes, he shook his head. "Perhaps it is you who requires them. Tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?"

He held up three fingers, and Katniss could not help but roll her eyes. "Three."

With a deep intake of breath, Mr. Mellark shook his head. "It is just as I feared. My thumb is not a finger, so wrong you are."

Sputtering, Katniss tried to pull away but stumbled over her own two feet in the process. He clenched his arm tight, trapping her hand in the crook of his elbow. "Steady there, I have you," he said.

In an attempt to make light of her clumsiness, Katniss huffed out a breath. "Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?"

"Put you somewhere where you will not get hurt."

"Do not attempt to be charming," she muttered.

"You find me charming?" Laughter threaded his voice and Katniss smiled despite herself.

Before she could manage a witty retort, Mrs. Paylor turned their way, a curious look upon her face as she ushered the Heavensbees into the drawing room. Mr. Mellark paused outside the doorway, finally releasing her from his grip once they were alone, but he held fast to her hand. "I shall see you again soon," he said, his voice hushed, as though his words were for her ears only. "And I look forward to reading your letters."

His fingers lingered on hers, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand. She was momentarily confused when he slowly bent forward, but then Katniss froze in place when his lips pressed soft and gentle against the back of her hand. On his exhale of breath against her skin, a quiver ran through her. Then without a parting word, he left her with an auspicious smile before disappearing down the hall. His fading footsteps against the black and white checkered tiles matched the thumping of her heart, which called for him to return to her.

Once he was out of sight, Katniss sagged against the wall, the thump of her head against the hard surface enough to set her ears ringing. This day had not panned out at all as she expected. With Mr. Mellark and his enticing smell of cinnamon and bergamot no longer clouding her senses, Katniss could finally think clearly.

Absently, she reached up to rub the pinched muscles at the back of her neck. What must he think?! Coming home to find such unexpected company? And her with that blasted book! She paled at the memory, her embarrassment rushing back. She laughed despite the startling urge to cry.

At that moment, Mrs. Heavensbee stepped out into the hallway. "Oh, there you are!"

Covering her face, Katniss released a shuddering breath.

"My dear child, you are trembling." The soft touch upon her arm had Katniss peering out between her fingers. "Whatever is the matter?"

"What must he think of me?" she asked herself, her voice brittle. "Was this a mistake?"

"Was what a mistake?"

"This," she exclaimed, gesturing all around her. "We should not be here!"

"But I do not understand…what of luncheon?" Taking in the unease that marred Katniss's face, Mrs. Heavensbee reached out and patted her clenched hands. "Shall I tell Mrs. Paylor that you are not well?"

"No, no, of course not," Katniss replied. Knowing that they could not turn down Mr. Mellark's generous invitation after accepting it, she huffed out a shaky breath. "Apologies, I am just tired. I think the day has finally caught up with me. Perhaps something to eat would help."

Gathering herself, Katniss pushed off the wall and brushed out the skirt of her dress. Feeling slightly silly over her brief theatrical moment, she tamped down the nagging part of her mind that questioned the sincerity of Mr. Mellark's actions with his invitation. He was not simply being a polite host, he wanted her here. Wanted to read her letters. Wanted to introduce her to his sister. Wanted to spend time with her. All the while, the back of her hand continued to pulse as an insistent reminder of his parting gift.

"I am ready when you are." Then with a steadying breath, she followed Mrs. Heavensbee into the drawing room.


Author's Note: Hello again! To those who have not given up on me yet with this story, I thank you. I've recently received some kind comments that encouraged me to return to this story of mine. I hope you enjoyed it and the return of these Everlark moments. As I mentioned before, it's going to be Everlark overload from here on out. I hope you enjoyed the liberties I took with deviating from the original P&P plotline. When I created my storyboard for this fic so many years ago, I remember how excited I was to get to this chapter and the next one. I'm quite happy with how it turned out, and hope you are too :)

Huge thanks to all who have taken the time to read this fic and leave a review or comment or kudos. I love hearing your thoughts and theories on where things will go next!

My heartfelt thanks to both Louezem and deinde-prandium for pre-reading and catching my silly mistakes, any you still find are all on me, whoops!

Fun Facts from Jane Austen's Time:

- During the Regency era, books were very expensive which is why Katniss is astonished by the extensive library at Spring Haven. The rest of the world relied on circulating public libraries, much like the ones we have today. The first known lending library was established in 1730 and quickly became quite popular as more and more libraries opened. With the increase in literacy amongst the general public, public libraries were an affordable way for people to read books. And I may have taken some liberties with the Kama Sutra, hope you don't mind!

- Throughout the story so far, if you haven't noticed, most of Katniss's dresses are dark in color. The reason for this is that during this period, the color of choice was white because it was a status symbol. It said you were wealthy enough to wear light colors that required frequent cleaning or replacement. Since the Everdeen's and Abernathy's were not that well off at the start, they, unfortunately, stuck to more sturdy and sensible dress choices. And so even after falling into her inheritance windfall, Katniss can't bring herself to ditch her old dresses and purchase a new wardrobe. This is also why when Mr. Cinna makes Katniss's ball gown in a very light yellow, it's a luxury to her.

- Tours of country houses, gardens, and landscapes were a common pastime during this time. It was a way for commoners to get a glimpse into the world of the aristocracy, think "lives of the rich and famous". It allowed them a way to display their wealth, power, taste, and refinement. They were also seen as trendsetters and allowed others to see what was in style and see treasures cultivated from around the world. Only certain rooms were available for public viewing, of course, seeing as they were still private residences, so they were guided tours where some charged a fee and some even had guidebooks.

- If you haven't heard of Michaelmas before, don't worry, neither had I! Michaelmas, or the Feast of Michael and All Angles, took place at the start of fall on September 29th to signify the end of the harvest. It was celebrated with festivals to enjoy the fruits of the summer harvest. Funny enough, it was also known as "goose day" as there was a tradition that if you ate a goose that had been fed with what was left in the fields after the harvest, it would protect you from financial stress the following year. No wonder Mr. Abernathy had all those geese around!

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