{"id":2073,"date":"2017-11-28T09:31:21","date_gmt":"2017-11-28T14:31:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=2073"},"modified":"2018-07-22T22:03:44","modified_gmt":"2018-07-23T02:03:44","slug":"chapter-1-spring-society","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/books\/chapter-1-spring-society\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 1 A Spring Society"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Here we go, BOOK 6 in the Seasons of Serendipity series! If you need to start from the beginning check out A Winter Wrong<\/a>.\u00a0 1 down, 12 more chapters to go! Thank you so much for reading!
XOXOXO Elizabeth Ann West<\/h1>

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Chapter 1 - A Spring Society, a Pride and Prejudice Novella Variation<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Bursts of wind knocked Elizabeth Darcy back on her heels, answered by her shrieks her laughter. The tall, stoic Mr. Darcy clambered over to his wife, his face stricken with fear as he surveyed the ever imposing hills surrounding his estate of Pemberley in Derbyshire.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Darling, I fear we should retreat to the picnic.” Mr. Darcy supported his wife’s form as she shook her head. Despite being heavy with child, she used her reach to lift the string and urge her kite ever higher.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

“But this is ever so much fun! When the babe arrives, we must be sure to teach him how to fly a kite. Properly.” <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cIf you say so, Mrs. Darcy,\u201d he leaned close to her ear so he might be heard, \u201cwould you prefer he learn to fly a kite before or after he\u2019s breeched?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cI beg your pardon?\u201d Elizabeth shouted. She had heard the first part of her husband\u2019s words, but the wind had carried his voice off in a different direction as a dive of her kite took her attention.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cIt is no matter.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cAgain,\u201d Elizabeth laughed as the brilliantly red and yellow silks tied as a tail to her kite followed the main apparatus in loop-de-loops, \u201cI beg your pardon!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cIT IS NO MATTER!\u201d Darcy shouted as the wind picked that particular moment to cease and Elizabeth\u2019s kite made a final dramatic plunge straight to the earth with a thud. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth hastened across the hill, the weight of her impending motherhood a minor inconvenience to the woman who spent much of her life as an accomplished walker. Darcy chased after her, unwilling to curtail his wife’s jubilation, but also not so sure of the rough landscape to keep his most precious possessions safe from harm. If Elizabeth wished to fly a kite, he would allow her. And if she should tumble, it would be his arms to break her fall.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

When the young couple reached the poor, pathetic kite crash-landed upon the ground, they shared a look, and Elizabeth pouted. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cI suppose the zephyrs have spoken,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

Darcy carefully lifted the kite, slightly misshapen from its Icarus-esque descent. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cPerhaps so, perhaps not.\u201d He pulled a Barlow knife from his pocket and began to mend the wood, cut the strings, and refastened the twine. Elizabeth watched in awe of her husband\u2019s quick work, overcome with a surge of emotion that was her constant companion these days. She indeed could imagine her husband teaching a young lad his knowledge of magnificent kite construction.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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