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Marianne gasped as she opened her eyes. Sun was shining through the windows signaling a beautiful morning. Something was wrong but in her sleep-addled mind it took her a moment to realize what was out of place. Looking around the room she was confused to see that she was in her old bedroom. Her bedroom at Barton? Why was she here? Just as she was about to rise and leave to discover what kind of madness she was now living in, her older sister walked into her room.

“Good morning dearest.” Elinor said. 

Marianne could only gape at her sister. Her sister, who was several decades younger than the last time she saw her. This was the Elinor of her youth. Before either of them had been brides and wives and mothers. Before either of them had a family of their own. 

“Marianne? Is everything alright?” Elinor stepped closer to press the back of her hand against Marriane’s forehead. 

“You do not feel warm. Did you sleep alright?” Her older sister had her brows creased in concern. “We are supposed to visit Mrs. Jennings and Sir John today but if you are feeling unwell I am sure they would understand if we remained at home.” 

All at once she understood where she was or rather when she was. She was in the past. This was the day she first met her husband. Although at the time she had thought him very dour and old and stuffy. Excitement filled her as the possibilities flashed before her eyes. She knew he had been fond of her from the very beginning of their acquaintance and it was she that took so long to recognize his worth. This time around she would not make the same mistake.

Jumping out of bed she managed to reassure her sister while frantically looking for her best day dress. “Yes I am well, forgive me if I was lost in my own mind for a moment. I was simply recalling the wonderful dream I had last night.” Marianne spoke with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh? And who exactly was the cause of such a wonderful dream?” Elinor teased gently.

“Oh Elinor! You know I have no one in mind. I have found no gentleman of our acquaintance who I would ever wish to tie my life to.” Marianne rolled her eyes in the way she used to do as a young woman.

“Is that so? Not even a handsome gentleman who gallantly saved you and carried you home.” Elinor’s eyes sparkled however for Marianne it was simply a reminder of her youthful folly in believing Willoughby was ever good.

Shame and anger warred within her. Shame for her own mistakes and anger for the despicable way Willoughby had treated her. Thankfully at this point in time nothing more had occurred between them than a gentleman assisting a lady home. Although he carried her she was safe in the knowledge that at this moment her reputation was still intact. She would make sure it remained so.

Turning to face her sister she spoke seriously. “No Elinor. While it was gallant of Mr. Willoughby to offer me assistance returning home after my fall, I must say that upon further reflection I do not believe we would suit. He behaved with a familiarity that we did not have. At the time I found it exciting and romantic but now I realize that such behavior is not appropriate between a gentleman and a lady with no understanding. Nothing untoward occurred.” She rushed to assure her sister when Elinor’s eyes widened in concern. “Nevertheless I feel it is a good indication of a man who would be rather casual in his affairs. I do not desire a man who would behave too familiarly without making his intentions known.” Marianne spoke firmly. She would stop any ideas about her and Willoughby here and now.

“I have to say Marianne that I believe you are being very wise. I would not have thought such a realization would occur to someone as young as you. That is not to discount your powers of observation my dear.” Elinor reached out to hold one of Marianne’s hands. “Only that I suspect such romantic notions rather triumph over rational thought.” 

Even though Marianne knew she was not worthy of the praise given the mistakes she had made the first time she felt a warm glow settle in her chest at Elinor’s gentle approval. 

“Thank you Elinor.” 

The two sisters shared a smile.

“Now then!” Marianne rose. “Won’t you help me find my best day dress. Just because Mr. Willoughby is not an option does not mean we shall not meet any appropriate gentleman today.” She winked.

Elinor laughed at her words and the two women spent the remainder of the morning breaking their fast and dressing for their day.

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Marianne was nervous. She could admit that to herself. She discreetly wiped her hands on her skirt. She knew today was the day she would “officially” meet Chris . . Colonel Brandon, she reminded herself. He was Colonel Brandon to her for the time being. She had woken with such confidence about their meeting but now that the time grew closer she felt her nerves swell. What if he did not find her as lovely this time around? What if he was suspicious of her interest? What if he was not there? Scenarios swirled in her head each worse than the last. All she wanted was to be reunited with her beloved husband once more but there was no guarantee that he would want her again.

She was so deep in her fretting that the sudden stop of the carriage almost sent her tumbling to the floor. She managed to catch herself by throwing out her foot to stop her fall. She grimaced as her ankle twinged in pain. Not a sprain but uncomfortable all the same.

“Marianne! Are you well? You look to be in pain?” Her mama fussed.

“No mama I am well. I was merely lost in thought and did not realize that we had arrived. The carriage stopped more abruptly than I was prepared for.” She gave her mama a reassuring smile that she seemed to accept. The three women stepped down from the carriage. Marianne only needed to be a little careful with her ankle. It was really not so bad.

They were welcomed warmly and the day proceeded exactly as Marianne remembered. Finally it was time. She was invited to play the piano. With her stomach fluttering in anxious anticipation she sat down on the bench. Taking a few deep breaths to settle herself she decided the best way to get through this was to let herself become absorbed in the melody. 

Music really was a balm to her soul and she allowed that to sweep over her. Any anxiety she felt melted away as the beautiful piece filled the air. She closed her eyes and felt all the wonderful emotions she associated with this song. It had been a particular favorite of Christophers since it was the song she was playing the first time he saw her. Love at first sight he had told her. They played the song together many times over the years. 

Although he was modest, her husband was an excellent pianist. While he did not play for many except his closest friends and family this song was exclusively kept for her enjoyment. Letting the love and passion of their shared life fill her, she opened her mouth to sing. 

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Christophers POV

He had been running late today. He was grateful to Sir John for inviting him to the gathering. His old friend knew how rarely he socialized and sought to include him whenever possible. Mrs Jennings was also keen to see him anytime there were more eligible young ladies she could push his way. He knew they meant well but he was a man set in his ways. It was difficult for him to integrate himself with a large group of acquaintances. He was better in smaller, more intimate gatherings with close friends. 

It was partly due to his reticence that he was behind but nevertheless he had arrived not too late. When he entered his friends home he could immediately hear music being played. He followed the sound hoping he could easily join the rest of the group. His plan was to slip in the back and no one would be the wiser. He hoped to forgo have a spectacle made of his arrival, although with Mrs. Jennings in residence the chances of that were slim.

The more he walked the closer he came to the exquisite sound. It was truly a wonderful performance. He wondered who the pianist was. Rounding the last corner he was struck by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. An angel was sitting at the piano forte. The first thing he noticed was that her eyes were closed. A round face framed by tight curls, the young woman was gently swaying to the music she was playing. She was truly engrossed in her playing as though no one else was in the room. He respected an artist who played for the enjoyment of it rather than to exhibit their skills for an audience. He could not imagine enjoying a song more until she began to sing. 

Light and enchanting her voice swelled with her song. She had a lovely soprano voice and he was immediately transfixed. She played and sang with such feeling! He wondered what prompted the emotional performance. He imagined he would be happy to listen to her for the rest of his days. When she finished the song he was barely aware of the applause she received. Her smile was so sweet, happy but not for the approbation. It seemed like she was simply pleased they had all enjoyed her song.

The next moment her eyes met his and he was lost. They sparkled in the sunlight and he could not look away. He knew it was impolite to stare at her so but he could not seem to tear his eyes away from her. She rose from the piano and to his astonishment began walking towards him. She smiled so softly when she reached him that he wondered if they had ever met, before swiftly disregarding such a notion. He was sure he would have remembered such a creature. The next moment she seemed to realize the impropriety in her own actions in approaching him and blushed heavily. She averted her eyes and shifted her weight in embarrassment. He felt he would do anything to alleviate her discomfort when the task was removed from his hands.

“I see you have finally decided to join us Colonel Brandon. We are so pleased you could tear yourself away from your many duties to attend today's little gathering.” Mrs. Jennings’ voice broke through the silence.

“Yes thank you for including me in your invitation Mrs. Jennings. It was very generous of you and Sir John.” He spoke as evenly as he could despite the pounding in his chest.

“And may I introduce you to our virtuoso Miss Marianne Dashwood.” Mrs. Jennings gestured to the young lady in front of him.

He bowed as she curtsied. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Dashwood. May I compliment you on your performance. It was truly remarkable.” Instantly he regretted speaking so boldly sure that he would make her uncomfortable with his praise but to his surprise her eyes simply shone with happiness at the compliment.

“I thank you sir. I am pleased you enjoyed it. Do you play?” She asked.

“Well I . . “ He stuttered. 

“Oh come now Colonel! Do not play at modesty now for I know you are indeed an excellent pianist. You do not know Miss Marianne but the Colonel shares your love of music. Perhaps you might play us a duet.” Mrs. Jennings prodded.

He felt his cheeks heat at her blatant maneuvering. He was about to gently decline to spare the young woman the task of evading such an overt set up when she spoke before he had the chance.

“I’m afraid I do not know any duets Mrs. Jennings however if the Colonel has any pieces he would recommend perhaps we could at a future gathering.” Her voice was earnest.

He felt his eyes widen even as he fought to contain his shock. He could tell that she meant what she had said. She would be amenable to playing with him. Oh he cursed his heart for the hope that fluttered within. 

“It is such a lovely day. Why don’t we retreat to the gardens. Colonel, you are acquainted with the grounds. Why do you not give Miss Marianne a tour?” Mrs. Jennings was already ushering them out the doors.

“I would be happy to offer my services as tour guide however I would not wish to take Miss Dashwood away from her family.” He tried his best to indicate his willingness while still leaving her a way to decline if the offer was unwelcome. Sure of her answer he braced himself for a polite refusal.

“I would enjoy the chance to stretch my legs if you truly do not mind Colonel.” She looked up at him and he could not imagine denying her anything.

Wordlessly he gestured to the open doors and the two stepped out into the sun.

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When Marianne finished her song she opened her eyes to the applause of her family. She smiled at them. The last time she was this young she had taken them all for granted. Even Mrs. Jennings was well meaning despite her . . charms. It was surreal to be with them all again. Turning her head she fell into the eyes of her husband. Oh he was just as handsome as she had always remembered. Her feet were moving of their own accord and before she knew what had happened she was standing in front of him. She was so happy to see him again before she recalled that at this time they had not even been introduced. She was a young lady and he a single gentleman. She had broken propriety by approaching him and she averted her eyes. Oh what he must think of her! She swallowed to keep back the tears that pricked at her eyes before she heard Mrs. Jennings' notable voice.

Thankfully Mrs. Jennings' presence smoothed over any awkwardness at her blunder. When he complimented her on her performance she fairly glowed and wasted no time in inquiring after his own skill. She knew he was a wonderful player but terribly modest about advertising his talent. This time when the suggestion of a duet was implemented she responded as encouragingly as she dared. At this time she truly did not know any duets as she had had no one to play them with but she would be more than willing to learn one with him. She tried her best to infuse her voice with as much sincerity as possible knowing that without explicit encouragement he would not believe her in earnest.

When Mrs. Jennings prompted the tour of the garden she could have kissed the older woman. The perfect excuse to have a bit of privacy and hopefully begin to ease the Colonel into her interest in him. Following his lead the two made their way into the garden. 

She listened to him talk about the grounds and the plants. She knew he was rather knowledgeable about flowers and made sure to ask many questions to keep him talking. Coming to one end of the garden she thought they were sufficiently removed from the rest of the party to speak slightly more openly. She was about to reiterate her interest in learning a duet when she heard her sister Margaret shout. She turned quickly and hissed as her ankle bowed under the sudden strange movement.

The Colonel was immediately at her side offering her his arm.

“Miss Dashwood, are you injured?!” His eyes creased in concern.

“Nothing so terrible Colonel, please do not trouble yourself. I simply strained my ankle earlier and the twist has exacerbated the discomfort.” She leaned a bit on him to slowly turn her ankle accessing her range of movement.

“Please allow me to escort you back to the house so you may rest.” The dear man was so sweet but she had no intention in losing out on even a single moment with him.

“Don’t be silly, Colonel, it is a simple strain.” Marianne ducked her head for a moment before steeling her nerves. “If you would perhaps be willing to offer me your arm for support I would be pleased to continue our tour.” She looked up into his kind eyes hoping he would be amenable.

His eyes opened wider as he regarded her before he recovered himself. “I would be pleased to lend you my arm if you are sure that continuing our walk will not be painful for you. I would not wish for you to be harmed.” 

“Truly Colonel I am feeling well. If I have your steady arm and your assurance to steer me in a straight line I will manage well enough.” She teased gently.

She was rewarded with his gentle smile and after adjusting her grip on his arm the two continued on, albeit at a slower pace. She smiled inwardly at his blatant attempt to keep her safe. Not even acquainted a full day and he was already taking care of her. He truly was the best of men.

Gathering her courage she hoped she was not being too bold. “I spoke truly earlier when I said I do not know any duets however that is mostly due to my lack of a partner.” She paused to gauge his mood. Seeing nothing but kindness behind his eyes she continued. “Do you have any recommendations for a suitable duet we might play? I am sure given our mutual acquaintances that we shall be in company again. I would enjoy playing with a fellow aficionado.” She held her breath as she waited for his answer.

Her beloved Colonel looked like she had hit him over the head with a club. She knew he doubted his own worth as her suitor but she hoped to remove all doubt by the time she was done.

Clearing his throat he answered her question. “I do have a few pieces in my possession which you might find suitable. Perhaps . . perhaps I may call on you and bring them for you to choose which you might like best.” He spoke haltingly.

She could only beam in response before remembering she was meant to have more maidenly reserve. Softening her smile and yet keeping it no less genuine she nodded her ascent. He seemed to be wavering between bewilderment and pride at her obvious pleasure in his attentions. The two remained in the gardens for a while longer discussing easy topics before they felt they should return to the rest of their party. The Colonel escorted her to a seat next to her sister and offered to fetch her some refreshments.

“I would be happy with a glass of lemonade, Colonel. I thank you. When you return perhaps we could discuss your favorite composers. Elinor and I often disagree on who we favor and I would enjoy hearing your opinion.” She smiled gently as he walked away.

Elinor raised a brow in question. In response she whispered.

“I think he might be a good man.” She tried her best to keep the emotion from clogging her throat. He was truly the very best of men. Elinor's brows rose all the way to her forehead before she smiled softly. Reaching forward a hand to squeeze Eleanors the two sisters shared a conspiratory look.

When Colonel Brandon returned with Marianne’s lemonade and after debating the merits of different composers Elinor spent the remaining time asking many questions to determine as much as possible about Marianne’s potential suitor. Unbeknownst to the two sisters their mama and Mrs Jennings had noticed the immediate attraction between the Colonel and Marianne as well. Mrs. Dashwood questioned Mrs. Jennings on his character and suitability. According to the older woman Colonel Brandon was an honorable man who would treat any wife of his as a veritable jewel. 

By the end of the visit all three Dashwood women were suitably impressed with the Colonel and the Colonel was doing his very best to keep his heart under good regulation. The man knew he was in serious danger of falling in love with the young woman.

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The next day Marianne sat in the front parlor doing her best to control her fidgeting. In a bid to keep her hands busy she had procured her embroidery but the task lay forgotten at her side. She ran her mind over every interaction between herself and the Colonel yesterday. She had counted the day a success but in the light of the morning she was more critical of her conduct. She had been rather bold. What if he realized that she had not behaved in the way a proper young lady was supposed to. What if he decided she was not someone he wished to call on. Her train of thoughts would have continued if not for Margaret's shouts that someone was approaching the house. Leaping to her feet she shot to the window craning her neck to try and see who the visitor was. 

Relief hit her like lightning when she recognized Colonel Brandons’ horse. He was here! He had come! Furiously she smoothed her hair and dress, trying to tame her wayward locks and tidy the creases in her skirt. Oh why had she not thought to do this before? She managed to compose herself just as a maid entered to announce the Colonel. 

He was as tall and dashing as ever and smiling down at her younger sister Margaret. Margaret was speaking so fast that Marianne, at first, had trouble identifying the topic of their conversation. After catching up she recognized that her gregarious younger sister was questioning the good Colonel on his military history.

“Did you see any tigers? I have read that they are fearsome creatures as big as a horse!” Margaret exclaimed.

“Unfortunately I did not see any tigers during my time in India. However, I did ride on an elephant and that was quite exciting enough.” The Colonel winked at the young girl before he raised his head to meet her eyes. 

The world seemed to slow the moment she fell into his dark depths. The man was a well of feeling and emotion. Even now she could see how his eyes swam with suppressed passion. She had been so blind before. She did not know how long they spent staring at each other but it felt like a lifetime. They were interrupted by the arrival of her mother and elder sister.

“Colonel Brandon. What a pleasant surprise!” Her mama spoke kindly.

“Thank you for receiving me. I hope I have not come at an inconvenient time.” He bowed in greeting.

“Nonsense, you are a friend and will always be welcome here.” 

The Colonel was ushered into the room and took a seat on the settee where Marianne’s discarded embroidery sat. She swiftly moved her basket and hesitantly lowered herself to sit next to him. Far enough away as to be proper but she could practically feel his warmth. 

“To what do we owe the honor of your visit Colonel.” Her mama asked.

“I promised Miss Marianne that I would bring some duet pieces so she may peruse them at her leisure. Mrs. Jennings has requested we play a duet.” He explained almost sheepishly. “Miss Marianne inquired if I had any that I would recommend and I thought it best to offer her the option to choose from my sparse collection.” Turning to face her he continued. “I only have a few pieces but I would be happy to procure others should you find nothing suitable.” 

She watched as the tips of his ears took on the lightest shade of pink. Aware that he would feel his offer too forward she sought to put him at ease.

“I am sure whatever you have brought will be more than acceptable. May I?” She inclined her head to the dossier he held in his left hand. 

She quickly had several pieces spread before her and after spending a moment to be sure of her decision she picked what had previously been a personal favorite of theirs.

“How do you feel about this piece?” She asked him lightly.

Leaning his head slightly closer to peer into her hands at the score she tried her best to control her impulse to close her eyes in bliss. He even smelled the same. Swallowing, she waited for his answer while willing her cheeks to calm down.

“An excellent choice. I have not had the opportunity to play it yet so we will be on equal footing starting out.” He leaned back and gave her another gentle smile.

She grinned back. “You will have to be patient with me. We do not have a piano forte here at Barton Cottage so it will, no doubt, take me a little longer to learn.” 

He grew thoughtful at that. “Perhaps . . if you find it acceptable . . I would invite you all to come to my estate, Delaford. I would be pleased to offer you the use of my piano forte to learn the piece.” He spoke haltingly, ever cautious of her reception to his suggestion.

“Oh Colonel, that is ever so generous but we would not wish to impose upon your generosity.” Marianne did her best to curb her enthusiasm. As much as she would delight in seeing her home again and spending more time with him, she did not want to appear too eager.

“It would be no imposition at all. I do not have as much time as I wish to indulge in music and it would bring me joy to hear you play once more.” He ducked his head. Her beautiful shy man.

“Mama?” She turned to seek permission from her mother. 

“That is incredibly thoughtful Colonel. We would be pleased to accept.” Mrs. Dashwood responded.

Elinor had slipped away to call for tea and they all sat down to enjoy some refreshments. While Elinor poured for her and their mother the sisters shared a look before she passed the tea pot to Marianne.

“How do you take your tea, Colonel?” Marianne asked quietly.

“Sugar and lemon please.” He answered.

After pouring him a cup to his liking she passed it to him. She fought off the shiver as their hands brushed each other. He seemed similarly affected and she watched him take a large gulp of his tea. Lowering her head to hide her smile she quickly fixed her own cup.

The afternoon was spent in pleasant conversation and plans were made for the Dashwood women to come to Delaford two days hence. Marianne could hardly wait.

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The day that Miss Marianne was set to arrive was upon him. He had tried to remain aloof while simultaneously ordering his servants to have the house prepared in rather exacting standards. He knew his housekeeper was bewildered by his sudden interest in the state of the curtains in the sitting room. He could not help himself. He wanted her to like his home.

Pacing back and forth in his office his mind drifted to Miss Marianne. She was so lovely. So sweet and happy. Always smiling and ready with a quip or a tease. She was a vivacious young woman even as she behaved within the bounds of propriety. He knew some might think her too impertinent but he found her charming. It was difficult to keep his heart from beating faster in her presence. The young woman had unwittingly stolen his heart. He fought against the hope warring in his heart. She seemed to be receptive to his presence. He tried to convince himself that she felt nothing but friendship for him, for how could such a young and lively woman ever fall for such an old man as he?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a carriage making its way up the drive. Shaking away the melancholy thoughts he was resolved to enjoy today to the best of his ability. Even if Miss Marianne never felt more tender feelings for him he would appreciate every moment he was afforded with her. 

Resolved, he stepped outside to assist the ladies down. First out was a bouncing Margaret. He enjoyed the girl. She had an enthusiasm for learning that he admired. He helped her down and then mirrored the salute she offered him. Next were Mrs. Dashwood and Miss Dashwood. They both gave him a warm smile and followed after young Margaret. He took a deep breath and offered his hand to the last occupant of the carriage. 

A slim hand extended out of the doorway and lightly rested in his own. She emerged with a bright smile and those same sparkling eyes. He could almost believe she was as happy to see him as he was her. She stepped down and he was treated to the sight of her in a fetching light blue dress. The color suited her well and he almost opened his mouth to compliment her before slamming it shut. She would certainly feel uncomfortable if he said that he thought she was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.

Bowing his head he simply welcomed them all to Delaford. Hesitantly he offered Miss Marianne his arm and she bestowed upon him the sweetest smile before placing her hand in his arm. By the time they reached the music room he was resolved to never letting her go and so it was a great relief that they were finally at their destination. Any longer in her presence would see him acting as a fool and dropping to his knees to propose marriage.

The group spread out and Miss Marianne walked towards the piano forte where he had taken the liberty of setting up the score for the duet she had chosen. She sat on the bench and immediately began working through the piece. 

He could watch her all day but he made an effort to speak with each of the women who had entered his home. It was a good distraction for all he wanted was to stay by her side. 

“I have also arranged for a light repast to be available in the gardens just through these doors. I thought Miss Margaret may enjoy wandering the grounds.” He offered.

It was a pleasant day and the three who were not at the piano easily walked out to sit at the table that was prepared for them. 

Miss Marianne hardly seemed to notice their departure; she was so engrossed in her music. He would have happily stayed to watch her but he knew he could not neglect his other guests. He followed the ladies out and picked at a few sandwiches. As he predicted it was not long before Miss Margaret was more interested in exploring the grounds than sitting in the sun. She pulled on her mothers hands to join her in her adventure. Mrs Dashwood shared a look with Miss Dashwood before the latter spoke.

“You go on mama. Margaret deserves the chance to see the wonders of Delaford. I will stay and enjoy the sun.” She smiled reassuringly.

Unspoken was the need for a chaperone even if the interest he was showing in Miss Marianen was currently unofficial. While he was trying to remain circumspect he knew to a young woman's mother his regard would be more obvious. 

Unbeknownst to Colonel Brandon was the fact that Marianne and Elinor had discussed this possibility the night before. Marianne had asked Elinor to remain behind as their chaperone if there was a possibility of her having a moment with the Colonel. Elinor felt that he was indeed a good man and was willing to be a more lenient chaperone than their mother would have been. And so after allowing her mother and younger sister to get a fair distance away she turned to the good Colonel and offered some advice.

“Colonel I’m sure you and Marianne would benefit from the chance to practice your duet before you are to perform in company.” She spoke softly while looking at the gardens.

Seeing that he was not about to respond she tilted her head and gestured back into the music room. He was not a man about to protest having a moment alone with his angel and so with a bow he hurried back inside.

Standing in the doorway he watched Miss Marianne play and then stop to replay certain parts. She was magnificent. He moved slightly closer to hear her better but in doing so alerted her to his presence. 

“Colonel!” She exclaimed.

“Forgive me Miss Marianne. I did not mean to startle you.” He lowered his head. 

“Oh no it is quite alright. I’m afraid I become rather engrossed whenever I begin a new piece. You must not be upset. I usually need a nudge to the side to bring me back to the present.” She laughed softly.

He smiled gently.

“Please won’t you join me. I’m sure we would both benefit from the ability to practice together.” She patted the bench.

“Miss Dashwood said the same thing. She recommended I join you. Your mother and younger sister have taken the opportunity to go for a walk.” 

He worked hard to control his breathing. His heart was racing at the thought of sitting so close to her. Lowering himself onto the bench he tried to maintain his distance. It was difficult for the bench was rather narrow. She smiled up at him and gestured to the score.

“That sounds just like Margaret. She is so eager for adventure. I know she enjoys asking you about your time in India. I have never thanked you for humoring her.” Very briefly and light as a feather she leaned over to brush her shoulder against his arm. He was certain she could hear his heart beating.

“She is a delightful child. I know her inquiries are genuine and I enjoy speaking with her.” He gulped as they began playing the piece. 

Despite never playing together before they blended seamlessly. He was struck by how similar their playing styles were. She complimented him perfectly. There was one moment in the middle where their hands brushed and he was thrilled to note a becoming blush spread across her cheeks. 

“I really am very grateful to you for inviting us today. It has been a while since I had such a superior instrument to practice on.” Miss Marianne spoke while occasionally peering sideways at him.

“It is my pleasure to have you here. In fact . . I hope you will come again.” He held his breath waiting for her response.

She simply smiled at him. ‘I would like that very much.” 

He slowly exhaled. She would like that very much. Could it be? Would she perhaps be amenable to furthering their friendship? He could only hope and pray that was the case.

“What other pursuits do you enjoy Miss Marianne? I’m aware of your love of music but from what else do you derive enjoyment?” He thought the topic would be a safe one.

“Music truly is my passion but I am rather fond of poetry.”

While they continued playing the duet they engaged in a discussion on the merits of certain poems and poets. He could spend the rest of his days talking with her. It was with great regret when the time came for them to end their visit. He once more offered his arm to escort her to the carriage listening intently to the questions that Miss Margaret spoke rapidly in his direction. Just as he was to hand her into the carriage she squeezed his arm and gave him one last smile.

He stood in the drive a long time watching until their carriage was only a speck in the distance. When he finally roused himself to move he strode back into Delaford filled with determination.

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Marianne was so very happy. She had enjoyed herself immensely the day before and could only hope that she would see the Colonel again soon. She had decided to go for a walk with Margaret to dispel some of her energy. Her younger sister had no shortage of it and so she was her willing partner. 

The two sisters spent the morning wandering the hills near their house. Margaret found a rather large stick she used to pretend was a sword and Marianne spent her time gathering wildflowers determined to make a lovely bouquet. They were just making their way back to the house when the sound of horse hooves came up behind them.

“Colonel Brandon!” Margaret shouted.

“Well met Miss Margaret.” He swept down from his horse and removed his hat to give a flourishing bow.

Margaret laughed at his silliness while Marianne held up a hand to cover her own smile. He was a wonderful man but she knew he was particularly good with children. Her heart ached for the future she hoped they would repeat. Their children had been her greatest gift aside from her husband and watching Christopher be the best papa was an absolute joy.

“Good day Miss Marianne.” He swept a hand through his hair and she felt like she could swoon. He truly was a handsome man. Feeling a blush spread at the thought of running her fingers through his hair she gave a proper curtsey.

“Good day Colonel Brandon.” 

He smiled at her and with one hand held the reins of his horse and with the other he offered to carry her basket of wildflowers.

“Oh I couldn’t possibly ask you to carry my flowers.” She said as she walked closer to him.

“It is my duty nay my privilege as a gentleman to remove such a burden from your hands Miss Marianne.” He teased.

She could only smile widely. He was joking with her. Perhaps things were going better than she had hoped. His light mood inspired her to be bold and when he reached forward a hand to take the basket she twisted her body so that she was able to take his arm with her free hand. She would much rather be on his arm than to walk beside him as he carried her basket.

She looked up at him, suddenly shy at her brazen move. “Is offering your arm a suitable replacement for your gentlemanly behavior?” 

He recovered quicker than she anticipated and simply nodded seriously although she spied a twinkle in his arm. “I believe it would be an acceptable substitution.” 

The couple walked arm in arm the rest of the way to Barton Cottage. 

Her mama came out to greet them. 

“Colonel Brandon. What a pleasant surprise. I did not know you intended to call today.” She smiled widely.

“Yes, well . . I had found a rather interesting volume of poetry I thought Miss Marianne might enjoy. I had hoped to perhaps escort you on a walk to discuss them if you would permit.” He switched between looking at her mama to addressing her.

Her heart sped up. This was the first time he had requested time with her specifically. She pleaded with her eyes for her mama to say yes. She very much wanted to walk with him and discuss poetry.

The matron smiled knowingly and indicated her consent. After settling his horse Colonel Brandon returned and offered her the book of poetry. She took it with gentle hands. She recognized this volume as one they had shared over the years. Whenever she had trouble falling asleep he would read to her from this volume of poems.

He offered his arm and the two set out on their walk. They stayed within sight of the house so there was no need for a chaperone. She was certain her mother or Eleanor were keeping watch or perhaps they had bribed Margaret to watch from her tree house. 

She had read a few poems from the book and so they were able to enter straight into a discussion. They walked for a while before Marianne suggested they sit beneath a tree and choose a poem she had not read before. He allowed her to flip through the book before she chose a particular poem. She turned the book towards him.

“Would you . . perhaps read it to me?” She asked.

He looked at her for a moment before nodding. He gently took the book from her and began reading.

. . . 

Nor is the earth the less, or loseth ought,

For whatsoever from one place doth fall,

Is with the tide unto another brought;

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

She had closed her eyes to let his voice wash over her. This poem held such beloved memories as it was the one he was reading when she recognized her feelings for him the last time.

When she opened her eyes she found him looking at her with such love in his eyes. She could only try and convey her own love back.

“Miss Marianne . . .  I hope you know that I have enjoyed the time we have spent together.”

She nodded quickly.

“I hope that I am not . . I believe that you also enjoy the time we have spent together.” He spoke hesitantly.

“I have, Colonel . . very much.” She whispered. She tried her best to maintain eye contact but after a moment it became too much and she lowered her gaze. She knew her cheeks were bright red. 

“I am sure you have noticed that I hold you in the highest regard.” He placed his hand down on the ground between them.

“I wanted to ask if you would welcome the chance for me to continue to call on you . . to court you . . as a suitor for your hand.” He finished and she knew her beloved Christopher had been incredibly brave. Despite her encouragement they had truly not known each other very long. She resolved to match his bravery. Taking a breath placed her own hand on top of his. Neither of them were wearing gloves. He had removed his riding gloves and she had not been wearing any when out with Margaret and had not had the opportunity to retrieve them from the house. The result was a sharp tingle shooting up her arm at the skin on skin contact. His hands were large and warm and rough. She loved them.

“I would be very pleased to enter into a courtship with you.” She raised her eyes to see him watching her with hope shining in his eyes.

She smiled back and after he returned that smile she could not help the laugh that huffed out. A release of her nervous energy in the form of a low laugh more air than sound. His eyes lit up and he grinned a bit wider at her.

“What happens now?” She asked. The last time they had simply spent time together before he had opened up to her about his feelings and asked her to be his wife. This time they would have a proper courtship. It was going to be all new.

Her question startled a laugh out of him. “I’m afraid your knowledge is as good as mine. I have never courted a young lady.” His eyes twinkled.

She adopted a thoughtful mien. “Well, I have enjoyed everything we have done so far. Perhaps we could simply continue as we have been.” She looked down at their hands. “With one or two differences.” 

His hand flipped over to hold and squeeze her own. She sucked in a breath at the feeling. Such a simple touch and she was already breathing heavily. She was momentarily surprised that her usually reserved and cautious Colonel was not put off by her gasp. Instead he simply trailed his fingertips over her wrist rubbing softly at her pulse point. 

She was practically panting. It was obscene really. She looked at him with wide eyes and leaned in ever so slightly. He began to move closer as well before Margarets voice broke through their moment. 

“Marianne, mama is wondering if the Colonel will be staying for tea?” She shouted.

Marianne could hardly put together a thought her mind was so addled by the sensuous touching. Thankfully the Colonel seemed to be slightly more in control of himself.

“Thank you Miss Margaret. I would be happy to stay for tea. We shall join you momentarily.” 

“Are you well Miss Marianne.” He slowly removed his hand from hers. “Forgive me if I have behaved too boldly. I forgot myself for a moment.” He truly did not look that sorry, only concerned that he may have offended her. She rushed to reassure him.

“Oh no! Not at all. I mean . . perhaps it was bold . . but as we are . . I suppose you must ask my mother permission.” Her words came out all jumbled. Truly she could not remember ever being so flustered. She closed her eyes for a moment to center herself.

“I enjoy every moment with you Colonel Brandon.” She finally said.

He puffed up a bit in a very masculine way. “Please, would you call me Christopher . . at least when we are alone.” 

She smiled. “Christopher.” She breathed out. 

He shut his eyes as if he were experiencing bliss. Not to be outdone. “I would be pleased if you would call me Marianne . . when we are alone.” 

The couple shared another moment before he stood and offered her his hand. This time when he escorted her back to the house they stood just slightly closer than they had before.

Permission to court Marianne was swiftly received and the group enjoyed tea together before the Colonel needed to return home.

Marianne was permitted to see him out.

“I’m afraid it will be a few days before we see each other again my dear.” Christopher spoke softly.

Frowning Marianne asked why.

“I have some business to take care of in London. I should only be gone for a sennight.”

Although she was not pleased Marianne knew he had many duties. “I understand.” Looking back to make sure no one was listening for them she leaned closer to whisper. “I shall miss you.” Before pulling back.

The smile on his face was stunning. “I always miss you. I shall endeavor to return to you as quickly as possible.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft but lingering kiss on the back of it. With one more look he turned and departed.

Marianne closed the door and leaned against it. She brought the hand he had kissed up to her face and pressed her own lips to the same skin he had just kissed. A sennight would feel like an eternity.

~

Mariannes prediction turned out to be correct. The time away from her beloved Christopher dragged on until she thought she might actually die for missing him. Oh she knew she was being dramatic but she had been given this second chance to allow them more time together and now just as they had reached an understanding he had to depart. She sat in the sitting room reading the book of poetry he had left her. He whispered that she should keep it to remind her of him until they were reunited. She sighed wistfully as she re-read for the hundredth time the last poem he had recited to her on the day he asked to court her.

She was pulled from her thoughts by a maid entering to announce a visitor. For just a moment her heart leapt at the thought that maybe Christopher had returned early when who should walk through the door but Mr. Willoughby!

“Mr. Willoughby! What a surprise. We were not expecting you.” Discreetly she motioned for the maid to bring her mother and older sister quickly.

“I could not stay away Miss Marianne. I wanted to inquire as to how your ankle has recovered.” He gave a charming smile. At least to others it may be considered a charming smile to Marianne it looked like a snake grinning at her.

“That was kind of you to inquire Mr. Willoughby. I am indeed quite recovered.” She remained standing and did not offer him a seat. While she knew it was quite rude she could not countenance spending more time with him than necessary.

Thankfully at that moment her mama and Elinor entered the room.

“Why Mr. Willoughby. We were not expecting you.” 

Inwardly Marianne smiled at her mama’s innocent words. There was nothing out of the ordinary in her statement except that Marianne had said the exact same thing. She could only  hope that repeated twice Mr. Willoughby might infer that he was not necessarily welcome.

“As I was saying to Miss Marianne I wanted to ask after her recovery. An ankle can be slow to heal if injured.” He gave another wide smile.

“Indeed Mr. Willoughby? I have been perfectly able to walk these last weeks with no difficulties.” She arched her brow in challenge.

He seemed a bit discomposed at her disagreement but recovered himself with aplomb.

“I am happy you have recovered swiftly Miss Marianne and are experiencing no further symptoms of pain.” He gestured outside. “We have been experiencing some beautiful weather recently. It is no wonder you have been much outdoors.”

He took a step forward. “I had a secondary purpose for calling. I wondered if you might be willing to take a walk with me Miss Marianne. As you know my estate is not far from here and I am familiar with the grounds all around. I would be pleased to offer you a tour.” He was leaning forward to offer her his arm so sure was he of her acceptance. She felt a bit incessed at his forward manners and put up a hand to stop him.

“I’m afraid that would be quite impossible Mr. Willoughby. You see I have recently entered into a courtship with a gentleman and it would not be appropriate to go for a walk with another man.” 

At her words he dropped his arm and so she also dropped her hand.

“You have entered into a courtship? . . I see . . Forgive me, I had no idea.” He furrowed his brows for a moment before continuing. “Surely the gentleman would not be opposed to you having a friend. I would not wish for you to be tied to a man who wanted to control you, Miss Marianne.” His face looked so earnest she could hardly believe the drivel he was spouting.

“Mr. Willoughby I do not know what you are trying to insinuate but it is mine own decision to decline your offer of a walk. And furthermore your assertion that we are friends is astounding. We have been in company one time for less than an hour in total. We are, at best, mere acquaintances. I am aware you assisted me home after I injured my ankle and that was kind of you but I’m afraid you have grossly overestimated our association.” She kept her tone even as though she had no emotional response to his question. As though he promoted no emotional response.

His brows had risen higher the longer she spoke. 

“Miss Marianne, how can you say that? I felt we had a kinship the day that we met. I do not wish to bring you discomfort but I am hurt that you would not wish to acknowledge our connection.”

“Connection? What connection? You were simply a gentleman who helped a lady return home. I’m sorry Mr. Willoughby if you assumed more than was true. I do thank you for your assistance the day we met but I am afraid it will not be possible to be more than casual acquaintances.” She kept her voice firm and held her head high. She would not be moved from her resolve.

He hung his head in apparent sadness. “I am dreadfully sorry you feel that way Miss Marianne. Please know that I will always count you as a friend even if you do not feel the same. I will leave you now.” 

Just before leaving he turned back. “If it is not too much to ask, may I inquire as to who is courting you? I know you do not wish for my presence but I could not live with myself if you were indeed being courted by a disreputable man.”

Inwardly Marianne rolled her eyes. He would be the authority on disreputable men, seeing as he was one himself. However she had no compunctions about loudly declaring the man who had stolen her heart. In the hope of showing that she allowed all the love she felt for Christopher to seep into her voice.

“I am being courted by Colonel Brandon of Delaford.” 

She watched his eyes narrow briefly before he smoothed his face. He adopted a concerned mien before hesitantly speaking.

“I would not wish to cast aspersions on another man's character . . however it would be remiss of me if I did not tell you what I know. Colonel Brandon has a rather tragic past. He fell in love with his family ward and the two attempted to elope when the family disapproved of the union. The young lady was instead married to his older brother and the Colonel sent off to war. I’m afraid she was his true love . . I would not wish you to be shackled to a man who could never love you.” Lowering his voice he whispered. “You deserve to be loved, Miss Marianne.”

She could hardly contain her anger but was determined to retain her composure.

“Mr. Willoughby I am well aware of the Colonels past. We have spoken of Eliza and the part she played in his past. You spoke truly when you said it was tragic. However I do not believe you know Colonel Brandon well enough to make assertions about his heart. I can tell you with certainty that he loves me as I love him.” Tilting her head and speaking with a slightly condescending tone she finished. “So you see Mr. Willoughby there is no need for concern for I am indeed with a man who loves me.”

As much as she should not she enjoyed the anger that warred on his features. She knew her mama and sister had seen it as well for they both shifted slightly closer to her. They had remained silent up until now to allow her the chance to handle him herself but her mama would not be quiet any longer.

“Mr. Willoughby, I must ask you to leave. I will not have you in my house slandering a good man’s name. You will depart at once and are no longer welcome at Barton Cottage.” Her mama motioned for their man servant to step forward and grab Mr. Willoughby’s arm. Steering the man out the front door they all let out a sigh of relief when the man was finally gone.

“Oh Marianne, you were right about Mr. Willoughby! He is not a gentleman at all! To speak so about Colonel Brandon, it is not to be born!” Elinor was much more animated than usual. It seems Mr. Willoughby’s behavior had shaken her.

“What’s this? Right about Mr. Willoughby?” Her mama asked.

“Yes mama. I will admit that when I first met Mr. Willoughby I thought him handsome and gallant especially since he carried me home after my injury. However, as I told Elinor, after some thought I determined that his behavior was much too familiar for a new acquaintance. He did nothing untoward and yet I felt it indicated a man rather lax about propriety. I determined he was not as good as I first thought.” Marianne explained.

Her mama appeared shocked before stepping forward to pull both girls into a fierce hug. “Oh  my girls. I am so proud of you both. Your father would be too.” 

The three women shared the embrace for a moment more before breaking apart.

“Mama, I know that the Colonel and I are only courting but I cannot help but feel that he should be informed of today’s incident. May I have permission to write to him?” Marianne practically pleaded. If Willoughby got to Christopher first he would spin his tale in the worst way possible.

Her mama was thoughtful. “Yes I agree he should be informed. However it is not appropriate for you to write to him.”

Marianne’s face fell before her mama continued. “But I believe we must make allowances in this case. I will write my own letter to him explaining that and I will include your letter to him.”

Rushing forward to hug her mother once more she exclaimed. “Oh thank you mama. I will write it immediately.”

With that Marianne rushed to her room to immediately write her letter.

~

Colonel Brandon disliked London. It was loud and smelly and crowded. He would rather not be here but he truly did have business that could not be detained. Business in the form of finding a ring for Marianne. He knew he was being precipitous in choosing a ring when they had only begun courting but after she had accepted his courtship he felt a confidence rise in him. It was as if he somehow felt a tentative conviction in her acceptance of his hand. He had been in London a few days searching for a ring while also picking up another book of poetry and a few more duets when the letter came.

Entering his townhouse his butler approached him with the mail. Sitting atop the others was a letter from Mrs. Dashwood. He could not think why she would be writing to him and for a moment his stomach dropped at the thought that something must have happened to Marianne. Striding quickly to his study he tore open the missive only to see there was another envelope inside. Disregarding it in favor of reading the note from Mrs. Dashwood he was shocked to read that the other envelope was actually a letter from Marianne. 

Reading the note from Mrs. Dashwood once more detailing how she had his permission to respond to Marianne’s letter should he wish it he gently broke the seal of the second letter. Bringing the paper to his nose he inhaled her enticing scent. She must have sprayed her perfume on the paper for it was too strong to be anything other than deliberate. His blood heated at the thought. Folding open the pages he began to read.

My dear Christopher,

I must first begin this letter by telling you that a sennight away from your side is much too long. I request that when you return you must not be away for longer than three days at the most. I do so miss you my Christopher.

I wish I was writing this letter for only the happy reasons above but I’m afraid I have some unfortunate news to relay. I believe you may be acquainted with a Mr. Willoughby. He called on us here at Barton Cottage today and we had a rather uncomfortable altercation. Be not alarmed my dear for we are all well. I fear I must first explain to you how I met Mr. Willoughby.

A few days before you and I first met I was walking the grounds around Barton Cottage. I tripped and hurt my ankle atop a hill a ways from home and there Mr. Willoughby came upon me. He assisted me home by carrying me down the hill and the rest of the way to Barton. I will admit that at the time I thought him a congenial and noble gentleman. I hope you will not think me too foolish for my false assumption. The man had all the appearance of goodness. However as I thought upon our interaction I concluded that he had spoken with a familiarity that we did not possess. I confessed to Eleanor that his manner impressed upon me a lack of propriety that I could not countenance. We discussed it and concluded he was not as good a gentleman as I had previously thought.

That was the only interaction I had with the man until he called on us today. He, at first, stated his call was to inquire after my recovery but when he was assured of my wellness he requested permission to take me on a walk. I immediately informed him such a thing would be quite impossible as I was in a courtship with a gentleman. It would not be appropriate for us to walk out together. He expressed dismay that the gentleman I was courting would not allow me to have friends. I was shocked at his assumption that from our one encounter we could possibly be anything more than acquaintances. He alluded to a kinship we both had felt. I informed him that such a thing was simply not true. He expressed sadness at my dismissal of our “connection”. I assure you that despite my gratitude at his assistance that day we had no understanding or even an assurance that we would see him again.

He was set to leave us before he inquired as to who was courting me. He spouted some drivel about wanting to make sure I was being courted by an honorable man even if I did not count him as a friend. When I informed him that you were courting me his whole countenance changed. 

He tried to appear the concerned gentleman when he told me a story about your eternal devotion to your family's ward. He expressed his concern that I would be shackled to a man who could never love me. I hope you will forgive me for the two falsehoods I uttered in response to his slander. I told him you and I had discussed your past and that I had no issue with it. As to that I will confess that Mrs. Jennings imparted the story to us after our first meeting. I hope you will one day be willing to speak to me about her. The second lie I told him may cause you to question our courtship but I refuse to keep things from you. He made me angry when he spoke as though he knew your heart and I told him in no uncertain terms that he had no need to be concerned for me as I am in a relationship with a man whom I love and who loves me in return. 

My dear Christopher I do not wish to repeat his offense and speak of knowledge of what is in your heart so I will not. I can only speak of what is in my own. With you I have felt truly myself. With you I have felt a kinship. With you I have felt a connection. There is no other in my heart but you. I pray you will forgive my bold words but if you should not then I must tell you that the time spent in your presence has been the joy of my life. 

I will finish by telling you that after my declaration of our shared love Mr. Willoughby grew angry. Mama would no longer accept his slander of you and turned him from the house. He is now banned from Barton Cottage. The servants are aware he is not to be permitted on the property. I know I should not have spoken of matters that we have not discussed together but I will not apologize for defending our relationship to that man. 

I truly hope that you will forgive me for my falsehoods and that we may be together soon.

Forever yours,

Marianne

When Colonel Brandon began reading he could not contain his joy. She spoke so tenderly and his hope grew that she may accept him. The next thing he felt was fear, anger, and dismay. He could not believe that Mr. Willoughby would behave in such a way. He could admit to himself some jealousy over his interaction with Marianne but he also felt pride in her discernment of his character. Mr. Willoughby was a scoundrel of the first order and his veins filled with ice at the thought of that man being in close proximity to his Marianne. The fear grew when he heard of his discussion of Eliza. He had not felt it appropriate to discuss his past with Marianne but he was forever grateful for Mrs. Jennings gossip if it provided her with the foreknowledge to see through Mr. Willoughby’s charade. 

The next thing he felt was elation. He knew Marianne was mostly speaking a falsehood when she asserted their love for one another. It was spoken to defend their relationship and deter Mr. Willoughby from furthering his agenda of separating Marianne from him. However he could only hope that she must have some confidence in the truth of such a statement or at least the very real possibility to speak so openly about it. She even said that while she would not speak to what was in his heart she would speak of what was in her own. His eyes filled with tears when he read how she felt in his presence. She felt a kinship, a connection with him! It was he who was in her heart! Oh how he longed to be with her!

He was immediately filled with a desire to see her. He must return to her and assure himself that she was well. He needed to see her. He needed to tell her that she was also in his heart and she had not spoken falsely when declaring of their love for one another.

Standing quickly he rallied his servants to begin preparations to depart London. It was too late to leave today but he would be on the road by dawn. He would be reunited with his love by this time tomorrow if he had anything to say about it. 

Chapter Text

Marianne could not help but fidget. Ever since she wrote her letter to Christopher she had been re-thinking every line until she was certain he would ask to end their courtship once he returned. What had she been thinking to speak so openly of their apparent shared love to Mr. Willoughby when they had never uttered those words to each other. Oh she knew why she had done it. It was to wipe that stupid look off his face. So superior. So assured of his success in blackening her beloved Christophers name. She would not have it! 

However now that the flame of indignation had calmed she worried about how Christopher would view her words. Would he feel disgust at her foolishness in believing in Mr. Willoughby’s goodness? Would he feel disrespected that she had uttered claims not yet true? Would he feel that she had taken more liberties than was proper by sending him a letter when she had spoken against Mr. Willoughby’s lack of propriety? Her thoughts tormented her all through the night and she knew her eyes bore the brunt of her sleeplessness. Dark circles stood out against her pale skin. She had tried to alleviate them with cold water but to no avail. She could not even eat any breakfast, her stomach was so tied up in knots. She feared she would be despondent until she saw Christopher again.

She was so tired and so worried that she missed, entirely, the sound of a horse rapidly approaching Barton. The next thing she knew the very object of her thoughts was being announced.

“Colonel Brandon for you ma’am.” Their maid spoke gently.

“Colonel Brandon!” She rose quickly to greet him. Standing so quickly after a sleepless night and very little food had her rather lightheaded and so she swayed on her feet. 

He was instantly at her side holding her close to him to steady her before lowering her to the sofa.

“Marianne!? Are you well?” He was breathless as though he had run all the way here from London.

She was so disconcerted that she reached up to touch his cheek.

“Christopher? Is this a dream? You were not meant to return to me until tomorrow.” She took in his every feature. Windswept hair, eyes bright, cheeks red . . cheeks that she was currently touching! She gasped and went to pull her hand back before it was swiftly covered by one of his own. He gripped her hand and pressed it more firmly against his cheek. She could feel the roughness from his stubble and the heat of his skin. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled further into her hand. 

“I am here Marianne. I could not spend another day apart from you, not after I read your letter.” His eyes remained closed but they opened once he finished speaking.

Her eyes grew wide. He had read her letter and come back to her. “You . . ah . . my letter . . it did not . . upset you?” She stuttered. She was certain if she had slept the night before she would be better able to articulate her thoughts. As it was she would simply have to muddle through.

“The only thing that has upset me is that you were inopportune by an unworthy man. It upset me that you were ever in his presence.” He paused. “The rest of your letter did the exact opposite of upset me.” His free hand which was not covering her own had risen to twirl a stray curl around his finger. Her own cheeks were now red enough to match his.

“Marianne. Please tell me you spoke truly when you wrote what was in your heart? That . . I was the one in your heart.” His eyes were shimmering with great emotion. She wasted not a second.

“I spoke truly Christopher. I feel as if I have loved you since the moment we met. There is no greater man in my eyes than you.” Her sight blurred as tears filled her eyes but she saw enough to know that he was smiling.

“Oh Marianne, my love.” His voice was so soft. 

Her tears slipped down her face even as her smile grew. “I love you Christopher Brandon.”

“As I love you Marianne Dashwood.” 

He leaned forward and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. Instead he rested his forehead against hers and they both closed their eyes.

“Please, please tell me you will be mine Marianne. My wife, my partner. It would be the honor of my life to be bound to you. I will spend every day striving to be worthy of your love.” His breath was hot against her face.

“Yes, yes Christopher I will be your wife. But you are wrong if you think you are not worthy. You are the best man I have ever known. If you feel you must strive to be worthy of my love then I must, in turn, strive to be worthy of yours.” She spoke fervently.

He chuckled and she felt warm all over at the sound. “We are well matched then.” She could practically feel his grin.

“As I have already broken every rule of propriety so far, perhaps I may break one more?” He whispered as one hand came up to cup her face.

“May I kiss you my love?” 

“Christopher Brandon, as long as I live you will never need to ask that question for my answer will always be yes.” She had barely finished speaking before his lips were on hers.

Soft but firm he kissed her tenderly. She wanted to press herself even further against him but settled on allowing her fingers to stray past his cheek and brush the hair at his neck. He let out a muffled groan at the sensation and all of sudden her whole body was on fire. The kiss turned heated for a few seconds before Christopher pulled back abruptly.

The couple sat panting as they faced each other.

“I hope we can marry quickly.” She teased as she fought to slow her heart rate.

Her statement broke the lingering electricity between them and he let out a sharp laugh. Holding onto her hand once more he echoed her sentiments. 

They both seemed to realize that while they had been left alone so far that was unlikely to continue and they separated to a more appropriate distance. Not a moment too soon for her mama walked into the room eager to welcome the Colonel back.

“Colonel, we are so happy you have returned safely. How was your time in London?”

“It was very successful.” He smiled at Marianne conspiratorially even though she was unsure as to what he was referring.

“Oh?” Her mama prompted.

“Yes you see I was in London to acquire a particular piece.” He reached into his pocket to remove a small jewelry box. Mariannes breath caught in her throat as he turned towards her.

“I had hoped to be able to present this to you very soon. I am overjoyed that such a situation has occurred sooner than I dared dream.” 

He opened the box to reveal the most stunning ring Marianne had ever seen. It was a gold ring with spinel leaf detailing on the sides. The center stone was a beautiful pale pink that sparkled in the sunlight.

“Oh Christopher! It’s beautiful!” Her voice was hushed, emotion clogging her throat.

He gently removed it from the blue velvet it was nestled in and reverently placed it onto her finger.

The couple shared a loving smile before turning at the sniffling sound coming from the other side of the room.

Her mama was dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief.

“Forgive me Mrs. Dashwood that I did not seek your permission before proposing to Marianne. I can only say that the love I feel for your daughter blinded me to all else except securing her hand as quickly as possible.” 

“No apology is necessary Colonel Brandon. You have both my permission and my blessing. Welcome to the family.” 

Marianne felt renewed tears at the love her mother showed for her future husband. Her husband had spent so long alone that she was thrilled to be able to provide him with a loving family.

He nodded his head in gratitude.

“Now I will have a brother who can teach me how to sword fight!” The loud voice startled them all.

“Margaret!” Her mother chastised.

Her beloved only laughed. “I am happy to be seen as useful to you Miss Margaret.” 

Her younger sister bestowed a very regal nod in response as though she were doing him some great service by allowing him the opportunity to teach her to fight with a sword.

Joy bubbled up from within and Marianne could not contain the happy laugh that broke free.

Her elder sister had joined them as well and was offering Christopher her own congratulations and welcome.

“I am glad you have returned so swiftly Colonel Brandon. Marianne was simply despondent without you here.” She turned a cheeky smile towards her younger sister.

Marianne blushed heavily to have her pinning declared for him to hear of.

His eyes twinkled merrily until he seemed to notice the dark circles marring her cheeks.

“Have you not been sleeping well?” He asked gently.

“Oh.” She ducked her head. “It was only that after I wrote you that letter I was unsure of your reaction. I’m afraid my mind kept me up all night imagining the worst possible scenario. I was convinced you would want nothing further to do with me.” She shrugged in a self deprecating manner.

“Never my love! Of you I can only think kindly for your handling of such a difficult situation.” His eyes were burning with the intent to convey his regard for her.

She felt the last of the weight on her shoulders disappear entirely. Even though they were now engaged she did not want him to have any reservations about her. It soothed her to know he was not at all disappointed in her conduct.

His eyes grew determined. “I shall see to it that you are no longer bothered by that man. I believe myself and Sir John will pay him a visit. He should know that you are not without protection.” 

She wanted to protest but did not dare undermine him. She knew Willoughby would keep coming back if he thought he could get away with it. She hoped that even though he obviously felt distaste for her fiance he would fear him enough to leave them alone.

“Please be careful.” Was all she said.

He nodded his consent.

The remainder of his time at Barton was spent making preliminary wedding decisions. He did not tarry long for he wanted Marianne to rest. Now that she was secure in his affections she knew she would sleep soundly.

~

Marianne had indeed been very tired. She went to bed and slept all the way through to the next morning. Waking up to the bright sun she rose feeling refreshed indeed. Although she did languish in bed for a few extra minutes to admire her ring in the sunlight. The center stone sent cascades of rainbows around her room making her smile brightly. She dressed for the day and joined her family to break their fast. Her mama informed her that they had been invited to spend the day at Sir John's estate. Mrs. Jennings would be there as well and of course Colonel Brandon was also invited. It would be the perfect opportunity to announce their betrothal. Marianne knew Mrs. Jennings would be crowing about her great success but she was too happy to care.

This time when she arrived her fiance was waiting to hand her down. She lit up as soon as she noticed him outside the carriage door. 

“Good morning Marianne.” His eyes twinkled.

“Good morning my love.” She replied.

He offered her his arm and they entered the house to the loud proclamations of Mrs. Jennings.

“Oh I just knew they would make a splendid match for he is rich and she is handsome! Didn’t I tell you Sir John that they would be perfect for each other.” She tittered.

“Indeed Mrs. Jennings a delightful match. Congratulations old boy!” He shook Christophers hand firmly.

Marianne could only smile widely at the entire exchange. In the years that followed she would remember all these wonderful people fondly for they had indeed contributed to her happiness. The group settled and wedding talk filled the air. Mrs. Jennings was of course of the opinion that a large wedding was required but both she and the Colonel advocated for a more intimate affair. She had no need for grand displays and her fiance was a rather shy man. No, they would be very happy with a small ceremony attended only by close friends and family. She made a point of vociferously including Sir John and Mrs. Jennings. The two puffed up like twin peacocks at her pronouncement.

With the size of the ceremony firmly decided it did not take long to settle the rest of the details. They would have the banns read and wed immediately after. 

Her fiance nudged her side and gestured to the gardens they had walked in that first day. After receiving permission from her mama the couple set out to enjoy the warm morning.

“Are you happy my dear?” Christopher asked lightly.

“Oh Christopher, the only thing that could possibly make me happier would be to be married to you right this moment.” She squeezed his arm.

“I agree my dear. The weeks will drag on I am sure but there is no need for us to be completely deprived in the meantime.” Taking a quick glance over his shoulder he pulled on her arm so they ducked behind a few trees.

“Christopher!” She squealed.

“Hush my darling. We do not want to draw attention to ourselves.” He smiled.

Spinning her around so her back rested gently on the tree trunk he leaned forward to play with yet another wayward curl. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curls?” He said.

“You have not. I take it they are something you find acceptable?” She fought to keep her mien serious.

“More than acceptable. I find them absolutely enchanting.” 

“Hmm. And is there anything else about my person you find enchanting?” She was mostly teasing but she really was curious.

“I find everything about you enchanting but let me think.” He furrowed his brow in mock concentration.

“Your eyes are rather striking. I remember the first time I saw them I thought they sparkled like a thousand diamonds.” 

She could feel the blush beginning to spread across her cheeks. He shuffled a half step closer.

“Your cheeks are such a lovely color. I am curious as to how deeply I can make you blush.” He moved closer still.

She could hardly believe how bold he was being and yet it sent a thrill through her.

“Is that so?” She whispered. Her breath was coming faster as he moved closer.

“Your lips are the most beautiful shade of pink. And I know from personal experience how soft they are.” His body was so close she could feel the heat coming off of him.

“You experienced their softness yesterday. Perhaps you should clarify whether they are soft today as well.” She could not stop herself from leaning forward hoping to provoke a kiss.

“Do you think so? Perhaps you are correct.” He carefully lifted one hand to rub his thumb across her lips.

“Soft indeed.” His face was almost touching her own.

“Christopher.” She begged.

“Yes my love.”

“Kiss me.” She pleaded.

She barely finished speaking before his lips cut off her plea. He stepped even closer and she delighted in feeling his whole body pressed against hers. Warm and hard it was exhilarating. He was such a strong man and she felt so dainty and petite when pressed against him. He nibbled lightly on her lips and she gasped. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His one hand gripped her waist while the other carded through her hair. All she could do was hold on as he ravaged her with sensation.

The need to breathe overcame her and she broke away to pant for air. Her fiance, it seemed, had no intention of stopping and his lips dipped down to kiss her neck. She could not stop the moan that slipped out. Her fiance let out a growl and re-doubled his efforts. His mouth was hot and wet as it worked on her. She gripped his shoulder tightly to keep from collapsing to the ground, her legs no longer able to hold her. He seemed to understand her predicament for he leaned his whole body against hers to keep her upright. She felt his desire against her stomach and another moan slipped out. This seemed to be too much as he broke away breathing hard.

He kept his arms around her though he had removed his body from hers. While she lamented the loss of his heat, the distance did allow her to regain her bearings.

“Forgive me Marianne. I lost control of myself. I hope . . I hope I have not offended you with my baser instincts.” She could tell from his voice buried in her shoulder that he was ashamed of himself for his lack of control and so she sought to reassure him.

“Please don’t apologize, my love. I . . know I should not say anything . . for it is not appropriate for a maiden to feel such things . . but I . . very much enjoyed that and . . I find myself most eager for when we are husband and wife and no longer have to stop.” She stuttered a bit before rushing out the rest. 

There was a muffled groan before he mumbled. “You will be the death of my Marianne.” 

She could only giggle in reply and this brought some levity to the moment which helped them to regain their composure. Stepping back he swept his eyes over her flushed face. She saw nothing but love and desire in his gaze.

“We had best return to our walk so that our cheeks might calm down before we rejoin the others. I do not want anyone accusing me of ruining you.” He winked.

She laughed in reply and they proceeded to take the long way around the garden. By the time they rejoined the others their countenances were back to normal. If it were not for the wink Sir John sent Christopher Marianne almost would have believed they had managed to evade detection. Thankfully no one made any comments and the day ended with promises to meet again soon.

~

The rest of their engagement passed without incident and the wedding of Colonel Brandon and Miss Marianne Dashwood was a beautiful affair. Marianne glowed on the arm of her husband and the Colonel could not contain his proud smile. The couple remained just long enough not to give offense before they departed for Delaford anxious as they were to be alone.

Marianne settled well into her position as Mistress of Delaford and she was a welcome helpmate to her husband. The two flourished with each other and the manor was teaming with life even before the pitter patter of little feet were heard. It should not be a surprise that because of their love and passion the couple was blessed with several children. Three girls and two boys were swiftly added to their family. Marianne glowed with each pregnancy and Christopher dotted on every new babe.

There was no unpleasantness from Willoughby after a quick visit by the Colonel and Sir John. The man was warned to stay away from the Dashwoods and because he was a coward Willoughby did indeed stay away. That is not to say there were no glares or longing glances shot their way whenever our happy couple was in London. Mr. Willoughby never did find a love match of his own, hardly surprising given the man's selfish nature. The Brandons were so happy they never even noticed his looks.

One night more than two decades after they had been wed the couple were laying in their bed together. 

“My dear I always wondered . . what was it that drew you to me the day we met? I know that I was enamored with you but as I recall you crossed the room to stand before me that very first day.” Her husband's voice was curious.

“I can hardly say my love. Perhaps I had dreamed of you. Perhaps I knew you in another life. All I can tell you is the moment our eyes met I was yours.” She leaned up to smile down at her husband bestowing him another slow kiss.

“I feel as though we were always meant to be together.” She settled back into his side. “I love you Christopher Brandon.”

“As I love you Marianne Brandon.”