"I have endured the deepest agony, only to be shown a hope so bright I cannot but yearn for it." Fitzwilliam Darcy is mourning the love he lost-a love that was never allowed to bloom. What will become of him when Georgiana is wed, and he is left by himself? He cannot give away a heart not his own. Must he remain in this mournful existence, anticipating the nights to come, where in his dreams, he can finally be with Elizabeth, a spectre...