When the first person fell to the ground, Mr. Darcy had just finished a solitary ride across the countryside that ended in Lambton. He had planned to stop at the pub and have a drink, one of his ways of knowing what was going on in his county. But when the second person sank, he turned his steed around and kicked him into a gallop towards Pemberley. He thought hard on the ride back to…
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“I am quite impressed with the camp, Richard. It is much more orderly than I expected.” Mr. Darcy eyed the soldiers practicing reloading their Baker rifles as they walked past. The camp was loud with noise coming from every direction. How could anyone think with that continued noise? Col. Fitzwilliam gave him a sardonic look. “You expected it to be dirty and messy did you not?” Mr. Darcy glanced his cousin with a raised eyebrow.…
Mr. Darcy took a drink of his hot coffee but paused in the act of setting the cup back down on the table due to the knock at the door. His valet, Mr. Bannerman answered it. “Hello Mr. Bannerman, have you thrown my cousin out of bed yet?” His valet turned down his lips and looked at Mr. Darcy who nodded his head. Mr. Bannerman opened the door and stepped aside, letting Col. Fitzwilliam, who…
Welcome to my latest story. This is a novella and part of the Brighton Challenge that a few of us JAFF authors put together. We’re all writing JAFF novellas with Brighton as the setting. It has been fun to hear of all the different ideas we’ve all come up with! I plan to publish this in mid or late June. Mr. Darcy breathed in the salty, fresh air and sighed. He relaxed against the carriage…