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[bennet_beauty]

It seemed that no matter what period that the island did connive to throw upon her, Jane never did find herself feeling at home. It was the future or some version of it and though Jane always did her best to adjust without a word of complaint, she found herself quietly disappointed that it was always her that must change and never the other way

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[bennet_beauty]

Jane's relief was utterly palpable as the man caught her daughter before a terrible accident could occur. She hurried as quickly as she dared -- careful in her step as Richard was still swathed completely in her arms, not a sign of him peeking out from the heavy blanket keeping him from the cold. "Oh! Thank you," she breathed out in a hurry, reaching out her hand. "Lydia," she chided.

"I'm okay, Mama," Lydia replied with a wide-eyed look in her direction before turning it on the man. "I had a hero!"

"I apologise," Jane said, directly to the man. "She's been reading a great deal about princes and soldiers and the like lately before bedtime. Princes and heroes and knights are her favourite thing, now."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane's heartrate was yet erratic, for she had entertained all manner of disbelieving and dark thoughts as soon as Lydia's feet let their grip of the ice loosen. She thought of all the terrible things that might occur, but now she did her best to shake them from her mind. Her daughter was safe, as was Richard -- tucked softly and tightly away. "I like the one about the prince best," Lydia said cautiously -- reserved and shy, yet somehow trusting of her savior. "The one who has to give a kiss to his princess," she finished with a delighted trill of triumph at recalling the story exactly.