*As usual, these characters are not mine.
The marriage vows were complete as Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy turned to face their guests.
She was expected for him. Her family, her fortune, her beauty, all of the qualities had recommended her. To the outside world, she would do as Mistress of Pemberley.
As they walked down the aisle, out of the church, toward their waiting carriage she turned to him.
"Tis nothing" he replied.
As they carriage rolled away from the church, he though of the woman who should have been next to him.
Miss Price claimed to come from Hammersmith. Her manners were unconventional, her statements outlandish. She was like a fish out of water.
It was near love at first night, a first for Fitzwilliam Darcy. His good friend and former schoolmate, Charles Bingley, had fallen in and out love so quickly so many times, Darcy had stopped counting. But Darcy was not the type to fall in love so quickly, nor was he quick to make a declaration of love without considering the usual factors one uses when choosing a possible spouse.
Darcy would have thrown it all away for Amanda Price. Everything he knew of a son of Pemberley and Derbyshire, it would have meant nothing without her by his side.
But reality came to him quickly. He was after all, Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, there was a certain expectation of the type of woman he would call wife.
So it came to pass, putting his heart aside for the sake of pride and propriety, he married.
Caroline Bingley, or Caroline Darcy as she would now be known, was eager to take her place by his side.
Miss Price would have surely returned to Hammersmith by now, to the life she led before. In time, she might marry and bear children.
Fitzwilliam would do his duty as a husband and hopefully within a few years, as a father. Georgiana would have another woman to talk to and perhaps with Caroline, the business with Wickham would be finally behind them.
He had made his choice and live with the consequences, whatever they maybe.