❖ Jane Branson {Of Pemberley} ❖
Jane stared into the scene withheld outside of her window. Servants were starting their duties by trimming the luscious, green grass, sumptuous hedges were being trimmed, and the sun was just starting to arise, creating a mixture of calm, soothing colors. The sight began to consume Jane with a sense of peace. She grinned modestly, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed to accomplish a stretch. She yawned while walking closer to the window. Resting her head on her hand, she sat on the ledge of the windowsill, taking in the glorious view. It had been a while since Jane had felt at peace, so it was relaxing to her, mentally and physically.
Her eyes gazed over the people standing along the edges of the grass. She squinted while trying to depict who was out and about, but the height of her bedchamber made it too challenging. They all looked like tiny bugs to Jane, scattering around the area.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Jane's head whipped around, snapping back to her reality of the world. It was depressing to see Jane's mood change from joyous, to reserved in a single minute. Quite depressing.
"Lady Jane?" Jane could depict Lydia's shrill voice. Jane stood up, waiting for her arrival.
"You may come in, Lydia." Jane abruptly turned towards the curtains of the window, and pulled them together tightly.
Lydia entered, studying Jane. "Lady Jane, is everything alright?" She could see that Jane was disturbed.
"Yes," Jane looked down at her bare feet, biting the edge of her lip. "Yes, everything is fine, Lydia." Her eyes were carried upward, now gazing upon Lydia. "Now is there something you wanted to say?"
"Lord Branson says-"
"He says it's time for breakfast." Jane interrupted. She stared deeply into Lydia's eyes. She was beginning to hurt the poor girl, although not meaning to. "He always says the same thing." Jane looked away, feeling ashamed. "Thank you, Lydia."
Lydia gave a slight bow, and quickly exited the room.
Jane let out a sigh. She walked towards her wardrobe, preparing to dress.
"Everything is always the same."
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Jane began her daily routine of walking to the dining room as usual. She felt as if she didn't have anyone to impress. She didn't know what to think anymore. She passed the same everyday things, and the same everyday people. Life was becoming boring now to Jane.
"Good morning, Rose," Jane spotted Rose next to the dining hall. She gave her a smile, now beginning to talk. "How did you-"
"Girls! Good morning!" Jane looked over her shoulder to see Lord Branson coming from upstairs. He seemed chipper, happy even, which was very odd to Jane.
"Good morning, Papa." Jane looked away, pretending her focus was now on a nearby pot of flowers. How intriguing.
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Breakfast was quite awkward. Jane mostly spent her time picking at her food, too distraught to think about it. Her father exchanged a few words with the Bennets, trying to push the distance aside. It was strange for Jane to eat or converse with new people. For a while, it had only been the four of them and the servants. Jane tried to speak to Abram, although it was a challenge to come up with things to say.
"What do you enjoy doing, Abram?" Jane broke the silence which was unusual for her. Interested, she listened to his answer contently.