I’ve always liked Jane Bennet. She bore her misery with fortitude and grace, she spoke no ill of anyone, even those who most certainly did her wrong. She’s always been seen as the quiet, boring one, and in my opinion sadly neglected by English teachers and victimised at the pen of fanfic writers. But she was no fool, and I’d like to think that Charles Bingley discovered he’d married a woman with hidden depths.

This story explores how Mrs Jane Bingley’s marriage might have begun. It contains material of an adult nature and is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age.