Darcy stood on the docks, watching his personal effects being loaded onto the waiting ship. He would not have much time to stand here, as the tide was beginning to ebb, and they would need to be heading over the sea soon. His properties had always been within England, and the recent wars had prevented him from traveling to France, so it was almost a new experience today.
"Sir, you need to get on board," an officer announced dryly.
He looked up and sighed. The mysterious queen, his bride to be, was watching him, but soon turned away.
Darcy boarded.