George Wickham didn’t come to Ramsgate with the intention of seducing Georgiana Darcy. Fate, however, had other plans, and when the Darcy carriage rolled past him on the street, he followed it all the way to their lodgings like a tom cat returning home to be fed. The following day, he went to scout the ...

Wickham adjusted his hold on his walking stick, as his nervousness became more apparent with each minute that passed. Seagulls littered the grass close to him and pecked in search of the morsels left by park visitors. One waddled next to Wickham and defecated. Lord, I hate birds. Where is that woman? As if he ...

Georgiana wasn’t sure what to think when George Wickham called on her for the first time. They had met at the local park and had taken a brief stroll together, but she never expected their acquaintance to go beyond that chance reunion. It surprised her when Mr. Wickham asked for the directions to her rented ...

The subsequent days passed without incident. Georgiana prepared for the assembly under Mrs. Younge’s watchful supervision. She took a keen interest in her ward’s hair and dress for the event. The evening of the town’s gathering, Georgiana sat in a pale blue gown in front of her dressing room table. A maid was pinning her ...

Fitzwilliam Darcy sat at his desk as he sorted through his daily correspondence. It was harvest season, a busy time of the year for Pemberley, and Darcy found he had little time for anything but estate business. He’d received multiple invitations from friends and family to visit their homes, but nothing could pull him away ...

Wickham stood at the back door and watched Georgiana read in the garden. She sat on a stone bench with a small book in her hand. Errant curls fluttered in her face and every minute or so, she would push them back into place, only for the wind to disrupt her handiwork. In a moment ...