My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux


The bride

Lizzie's father decided he would protect Charles; not only he had a bright soul, but he respected his child, something he hadn't done with Fanny. To be fair, he had followed Fanny for nearly six months. He remembered.

One day, after feeling an unusual need to be in the area, he had come across the divides. The divide separated the mortals' word from theirs. The passages he used were controlled by his warriors but were always open for him. When he saw Fanny, his body woke up; he was on fire. A mortal, a human, how odd she should call to him after so many had wanted his suit over his long existence. His people worried he would never have an heir to inherit his magic, and if something should happen to him, the danger of being destroyed would be upon them. He never felt physical needs; thus, the intensity of the new feeling surprised him.

Right away, he knew how unhappy Fanny was; her husband was a scholar who cared little for worlds outside his books. Bennet was attracted to his beautiful wife but considered her beneath him. Sadly, he often ridiculed Fanny because she lacked proper education. Not only that, her playfulness and her need for physical closeness made Bennet uncomfortable; hence, he made his wife made feel bad for it. Bennet only wanted her for a few minutes every so often, then went back to his private world. He saw her crying that first day after her husband had ridiculed her in front of wealthy neighbors. Whenever Fanny cried, Lizzie's magical father wanted to console her.

Bennet was quite wrong because Fanny was a happy creature, full of joy and goodness, sensual and beautiful, but her marriage was destroying her. So, one day when he saw her alone, he decided it was time to make her his. She didn't disappoint him; she was warm, passionate, and giving. He brought her to his side, slowing the time. They spent hours together, but days at his world. He couldn't get enough from her. Sadly, when he asked her to follow, to be his spouse, she was afraid of him. All was not lost; although she was scared, she gave him her heart that day. Because she did, he could relive the memory; it helped him wait during the years that followed. He often visited her in her dreams, dreams to her, reality to him. During those dreams, he brought her to his reality thru the dream gate.

Her father felt sorry for William Darcy, but he wanted his daughter's happiness even more. Darcy would have treated Elizabeth as if she were beneath him, always. If he wanted her, he would need to change a lot. He had nothing against sharing a spouse; it was common amongst his people. He had wanted to offer it to Fanny, but Bennet didn't deserve her. What wasn't tolerated was breaking your promises. Damn, he saw a something scurrying, something wicked, and sent one of his people to find it; but it was gone. This didn't bode well; he feared for his daughter. Maybe an enemy had found her.

Darcy's Pain

William Darcy nearly ran back to Netherfield; he went into the library and poured a glass of brandy; bitter tears rolled down his face. Meredith saw him and sneered, "You are ridiculous. I know the reason behind your tears; it is not the first time; it is over a country mouse and her pretty boy." It was a statement, not a question.

"Don't talk to me Madam. I might be ridiculous, but you are contemptible. All you want is my fortune; you go thru it without any regard. Leave me." William snarled, not bothering to dry his tears.

"I like your body, your good looks. I love your big cock, the best I had; and I have tried many. I more than fancy your amatory prowess; you can make me reach ecstasy many times. Too bad you are too selfish to share your body, pining for what is not and will never be yours. So you know, you are right, I like your fortune. Thus, you will never be free." She moved and tried to grab his cock; she was able to and tried to unbutton his trousers with her other hand. He pushed her hand forcefully, gritting his teeth.

"Your vulgarity never ceases to surprise me. Leave and let me be." Darcy bared his teeth; he looked like a savage.

Beautiful Meredith left laughing, "You are my husband, so it is not vulgar. You don't scare me; you look like a savage, so what? Will you tear me apart? Ha, all I have heard is pure nonsense." She said that but looked carefully for a second and exhaled, relieved. Neither saw a shadow looking through a window, sad to see William's pain. He wondered about Meredith, not for the first time.

That day the Bennet and the Bingley celebrated the engagement at Netherfield. The Lucas family and all Lizzie's relatives came. Lizzie also asked Mr. and Mrs. Hill to join the gathering, along with the steward. An express was sent to the Gardiner, who arrived late but got there. Caroline and Louisa were over the moon, happy Lizzie would be their sister. It was a joyous celebration; everyone could see Charles' feelings for her.

"Charles is in love. Have you noticed he has never called Lizzie an angel?" Caroline smiled.

"I have. I am sure he loves her; I am glad that he is so happy." Louisa sighed. "They are such a beautiful couple. Charles is a different person around her."

William Darcy stood away from others; he ignored his wife, since all he could see was Elizabeth. He drank too much and went to bed as soon as he could excuse himself. Richard was sad, knowing why his cousin was hurting. William was seeing the one he loved marrying his best friend. William's wife was a disgrace, poor his cousin. Richard kept looking at Miss Elizabeth's sister, so he went to talk to Miss Mary. Now that he would have a good income, he was looking for a wife, and he thought she could be the one.

That evening, while still celebrating, and to Charles' dislike, several of Meredith's friends arrived. Her fashionable friends said they would be staying for many days. Although, she hadn't asked, he didn't know how to turn them down. The newcomers and Meredith consumed opium ask soon as they were settled. Meredith openly flirted with the gentlemen, angering Charles and Richard. Even the fashionable Lord Byron stopped by. One of the men, a very rich lord known for his cruelty, was enamored of Lizzie; and he didn't hide it. He stayed around Elizabeth while she was there. Trying to talk to her, or simply, standing as close as he could, staring at Lizzie.

Meredith Darcy had noticed William's eyes fixed on Lizzie, making her angrier that she had been right. She was also upset with her latest love, the hateful Lord, another beautiful man who only had eyes for Elizabeth. He was the one who suggested, to the newly arrived guests, to come here, after receiving an express. A friend of Meredith told her how the Lord had insisted they went to Netherfield.

During the few days that followed, Lizzie's mother seemed better; she had even gone for a couple of walks and came back smiling. Her father was jovial, happy for his Lizzie. Lizzie should have been a male; his Lizzie wasn't a silly goose like other females, he often told his daughters. Growing up around men, Mr. Bennet didn't think much about women, but Lizzie was the apple of his eye. He taught her all he knew; to him, Lizzie was his son. He was sure that Lizzie was his gift from the fairies; the fairies he had seen more than once, since he was very young. He had reasons to believe his Lizzie was a fairy. Who knew maybe his mother had been right. She said her grandfather's father was one of the Fae. Mr. Bennet was the son of his father's second wife, and his father often told his wife not to fill Tommy's head with nonsense. Whether or not his Lizzie was a fairy, she was beloved child.

Lizzie couldn't wait for her wedding day, knowing she had chosen right.

Wedding Bells

The Bennet sisters were busy with the wedding celebrations. Her mother helped her get ready, "My dear don't be afraid; marital relationships are good." She explained it, sort of. Elizabeth probably knew more already.

At her wedding, Elizabeth wore the dress her mother had kept for her. She said someone sent it for Lizzie long ago. Simple, yet exquisite, the cream color empire-cut dress was made of lace with soft cotton lining, embroidered with seed pearls and silks. The neckline showed a modest amount of cleavage but enough to distract Charles. Charles disliked large bonnets, so she obliged. Instead, she wore a half-tiara that had been in the Bennet grandmother's family for centuries. She embellished it with a modern feathery head adornment, similar to Jane's on her wedding day.

Her two single sisters skipped the bonnets for fashionable turbans as per Charles's request. He said they were too pretty to cover their faces, and many gentlemen agreed.

At the church, Lizzie could see the unseen; they came to see her. They filled every corner; they were everywhere. She saw them against the light; all dressed in finery; everyone of the unseens was smiling. Her unseen father, wearing magnificent clothes, stood near her; his hand on her shoulder; it was the perfect day. Peter, Jane's husband, invited his family to the event.

Mr. Bennet smiled, seeing the unseen guests. He had been right, maybe his Lizzie was a fairy princess. He could see the fairy king standing by his Lizzie

They weren't alone, many members of the Ton attended the wedding. Fanny Bennet was delighted to see that two of her daughters married well, making her decision easier. She knew she was very ill; she had hidden the truth from her daughters, well knowing not much could be done.

A day of happiness – A day of sorrow

Mr. Bennet was proud that his daughter had married well. Jane also had a good husband, but Lizzie married a sunny man, matching her like disposition. Charles would always treat her with due respect, would never look down on her, knowing his Lizzie was a prize. It eased the pain caused by the death of child; the pain of seeing what Wickham did to Lydia; one day, he would shoot the scoundrel.

Mr. Bennet couldn't close his eyes without remembering the day he found his young child naked, and a man buttoning his trousers. His baby, his Lydia, just lay on the filthy bed, beaten, bruised, a gash over her bleeding, staring at nothing. Mr. Bennet wrapped Lydia in his coat and took her back with him. She never spoke a word after that. The doctor was afraid the injury might have seriously injured her. Mr. Bennet came to see her daily, asking her to live, but she was already dead inside.

His very ill brother had no heirs; his other older brother had died from an injury when he was 17. Hence, the title would be his; it wouldn't be long. That day, the wretch would die; exalted people got away with much. Unknown to his family; he paid someone to keep tabs on Wickham, waiting for the right time to kill the scoundrel. Mr. Bennet might be a scholar, but he was a gentleman and knew how to shoot, he had learned in the Army. For now, his best child, his fairy child, was marrying well, gladdening his aching heart. What he saw at the wedding made him sure Lizzie was a gift from the fairies. The church was filled with fairy folk, and a Fairy king stood by his Lizzie.

At first, he blamed his wife; but now he knew he was also at fault for not paying attention. He was a man, and he could have seen what Wickham was all about. Thus, it was his job to kill Wickham, to make his death as painful as possible. He should tell Fanny, she might like to know their baby's killer's days were numbered.

But not everyone was happy; William stood up stoically but dying inside. It could have been him standing by the magical wood fairy, standing by the one he would always love and want. Too bad that Meredith's beauty and her favors had seduced him.

Meredith stood by his side, smiling nastily, knowing his pain, liking the way his pain taste. Meredith appraised the couple; they were tempting; she gave the beautiful boring man that much. She wanted to try them; it would be fun. The country mouse looked delicious; maybe the boring man was right. She knew what to do.

That day, Lizzie was very glad to see her mother's happiness. But, later, on the day of Lizzie's wedding, Fanny Bennet left forever.

Mary came by after teatime. She told Caroline that her mother had gone to her room when they went home. When she didn't come for tea, Mrs. Hill looked for her, but she was gone. Caroline asked her not to tell Lizzie until the next day and sent people to help.

Mrs. Hill, crying, said a tall man riding a giant grey steed came by. The gentleman, wearing very fine clothes and a hat obscuring his face, had asked to see Mrs. Bennet; he told Mr. Hill he was an old friend. Nobody saw him leave, but she disappeared. It became obvious that she had planned to leave; she had let her jewelry divided for her daughters and granddaughters. She had taken their miniatures, locks of their baby hair, and many of the sketches made by Kitty and Lizzy. From her clothes, she didn't take many, only a change.

She left a letter as well explaining why she was leaving. The day of happiness was marred with sorrow.

Meanwhile, Lizzie prepared for her wedding night.

Charles wanted the loud party group gone; Darcy, apologizing, told him they were leaving next day. Though they left during the afternoon to a neighboring estate, they came back. After the wedding breakfast, the newly married couple sat to visit with guests who would be staying that evening. Although Reggie's cousins and Peter's family would stay a few days, most guests left early afternoon. Charles was grateful Meredith's friends weren't there for dinner time.

Mary and Kitty had sent their regrets; baby Lydia was fuzzy, and their mother was indisposed. Finally, it was time to retire.

Her uncle's wife gifted her a wedding nightgown. Instead of meters of fabric, the nightgown was a fairly fit empire chemise, after Paris' fashion, made from thin satin and lace. Lizzie decided to wear a lacy shawl over it.

Her housemaid, Nancy, a niece of one of the tenants, helped her. The bathwater was perfumed with scented oils her uncle sold. Nancy brushed her hair, "Mr. Charles will be blinded; you're so pretty. Nancy assured her. She let Lizzie's long, unruly hair down. Her eyes shone with happiness; Nancy was right, she was beautiful.

"I hope he finds me pretty; he liked Jane first. They all did, no wonder, Jane is the beauty." As usual, Lizzie put herself down.

"You're wrong, Miss Jane's beauty is common; yours is special. You look like nobody I've seen before. My da says you look like a fairy; he saw a couple when he was younger, near your da's house. He said one was the Fairy King. Now let me go; he is waiting," Nancy grinned.

"Tell your father, I believe him," Lizzie smiled; he had seen her father. It didn't occur to her Nancy's father had repeated the story a few times, and someone had paid attention. She sat to wait for Charles, for his kisses.