There lay a room amidst a castle sized house named Pemberley. Inside this room, that is adorned with beauties writing cannot explain, lie an untouchable couple still sleeping off their wedding night. A slow hum of their soft sleep noises mix in the air and create a serene scene. Their bodies are intertwined with an arm around a waist a leg around a leg and fingers in between fingers. Even when seeing this sight you could feel tangible love. You could wrap yourself into it and waltz around. That's how much there was in this moment, in this room. And all too soon it would be whisked away into the exigency of time and life. When they wake they will not be on their honeymoon. They will not be living life as perfect loving birds that can fly off into the distance and have the life they always dreamed of. For that isn't life. That isn't living. And if there's one thing Mr and Mrs Darcy did right, besides love, was life.
After the Pride and the Preju...
By facelick
This is a story about the life of the Darcy's after the day they get married. Their life isn't far from happi... More