Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Longing for Home ❯ Longing For Home ( Chapter 1 )

Longing for Home

 

T'was the night of the ball held by my soon-to-be-husband's family. The house

 

was grand, the gowns were beautiful, and the music was enchanting. Yet I…was

 

completely and utterly miserable.

 

At the time I was named Angel Elizabeth Bingley the 18 year old daughter of a

 

Lord. My father was a respectable Lord with a respectable family. My mother, the second

 

cousin to the King, raised me until her death when I was 10 years of age. After my

 

mother's death, my father watched over me like a hawk before he fell into a deep

 

depression when I was 14 years. Because of his last wish before he took his life,

 

I am standing in the hallway of this majestic house, waiting for a man I have never

 

met, my fiancé.

 

“Madame, may I take your coat?” the doorman inquired sheepishly. I looked at

 

him for a moment in a daze then chuckled to myself before handing the poor boy my fur.

 

Once I removed the coat, I remembered why I chose to keep it upon my

 

shoulders. My dress was not the most glamorous in the ball for my father had insisted in

 

his will that I wear the dress my own mother wore the night she first met my father.

 

But my problem wasn't my dress, no not at all. It was the thought that here I am,

 

for the first time ever, out in public without my family. After my father's death 4 years

 

ago I was left without any family to call my own. Both my mother and father were only

 

children, a rarity in that time, and were not close with any of their other family members.

 

“Excuse me Miss,” I looked up from the marble floor to see a maid curtsy in front

 

of me, I nodded to her to continue “The Master has asked me show you to the

 

parlor where Mr. Darcy and his family are waiting for you.”

 

“Of course, show me the way.” I silently followed behind the mousy young

 

woman. I could feel the heated stares of the other guest on my back. It felt like they

 

would pounce and rip me to shreds in a heartbeat. I knew at least the words of a lady

 

could rip a woman's self-confidence to shreds.

 

We came to the large wooden door of the parlor. I took a deep breath, trying to

 

collect my thoughts. This was it. I am meeting the people who are to be my only

 

family. People I had never met before. I was scared out of my wits. The doors

 

opened to reveal four people sitting around a lit fireplace. An older man and woman sat

 

across from a beautiful blonde woman. Standing beside the fireplace was the man

 

himself. He was handsome beyond my wildest dreams. As I came through the door he,

 

flashed me a dashing smile. I stood frozen to the spot. He must have noticed this because

 

after a moment he strode across the room, took my hand, and placed a gentle kiss upon it.

 

He smiled up at me and said, “Welcome home, my Angel.” With those sweet words I

 

knew that I was indeed…home.