Of all the places that they might have gone on the Island to enjoy some time together, Jane found herself hard-pressed to enjoy any choice like the one they had made. She adored the beach as it was so unfamiliar and lovely at once and was such a fond place in her memories. It was here that they first met and she felt as though it kept a special ( Read more... )

Jane was beginning to worry. It wasn't that she had ever stopped, but now that the ball was fast approaching and months had now passed, she was beginning to worry once more that the subject of her physical intimacy with Carwood would be broached and Jane was still unsure as to what she was supposed to say to him or offer him ( Read more... )

Jane had taken the food for Carwood and had moved it to New Pemberley, for while she did not think either of them unable to remain in decency about the other, she still felt it best that they did not cause a scene -- even in happiness. She arranged the birthday cake and sucked sweet frosting from off her pinky to assure that it still tasted ( Read more... )

New Pemberley did always have the gift of largesse to it and for so many days of her time, Jane spent it wandering the halls and listening to the echo of her feet and the silence that did seem to reign. She had Lydia now to make more noise and the Queen beyond that, to whom Jane was always indebted and glad of her presence. It was Queen Elizabeth ( Read more... )

Jane had taken to cultivating herself a garden now that the warm weather had returned and graced them all with the prospect of sun and heat. It gave her mind something to occupy upon and allowed her quiet distraction and solace from all thoughts of Carwood and it did improve the look of her home, lonely as it was with only the three of them there ( Read more... )

This was quite the foolish endeavour, so Jane believed, and she could hardly believe she was attending as she was. Simply because a strange man with wings implied to her that he had found her someone to take her mind off her troubles, to offer solace and to allow her a moment's peace through romance. It was terribly silly and Jane was only ( Read more... )

Only one day had passed since Jane had found her way to Carwood and had explained as simply and kindly as she could that it would not do for her to be in his presence when she had developed feelings for him that were hardly appropriate in any light. It had been a day and still, Jane felt herself heavy with grief. She had taken Lydia to the Children ( Read more... )

There was little that Jane had ever endured in her life that was quite so difficult as this precise situation she found herself in. It had been perfectly tolerable and yet so very frustrating all at once and now she found herself at this strange and horrid impasse in which she could not make amends with the feelings she was experiencing ( Read more... )

Lydia had been most in distress for a great deal of time, now. It seemed as though Jane could no longer ignore the strange bumps upon her skin and would be best availed at bringing in aid. Of course, this would be far easier had she known precisely what was wrong. It seemed to be a kind of pox, but Jane was no doctor and could not be sure ( Read more... )

Jane had taken to allowing Lydia to play in the playground as a matter of routine. The activities were far more invigorating than Jane could provide and there was the presence of other children nearby. She, herself, could take a book and rest it in her lap to allow her mind to be improved while Lydia was a safe distance away. Today, Jane could not ( Read more... )