It was a pleasant spring evening, perfect for a ball attended by both the rural nobility and less affluent families. A rumor had begun circulating among the gentry of Meryton and the surrounding countryside that a certain Mr. Bingley had leased Netherfield Park.

One of the smaller noble families was hosting a grand ball—people danced and conversed everywhere, the music of the orchestra carried through the estate, creating a delightful atmosphere. Whispers spread that the host of the ball had invited Mr. Bingley, who had not come to the countryside alone but was accompanied by his sister, Caroline Bingley, and his friend, Mr. Darcy. Excitement buzzed among the guests, but even the chatter faded into silence when three figures appeared in the crowded ballroom. Two gentlemen and a lady.

A hush fell as eager whispers spread—Mr. and Miss Bingley, and Mr. Darcy had arrived. The young lady cast curious glances at the handsome, blond-haired gentleman.

Her family had once been very wealthy, but after her parents passed away, the estate fell into her brother’s hands. Unfortunately, he had nearly gambled away their fortune. Though they had managed to avoid complete ruin, they were no longer as affluent as before. However, their family’s honor and good name still remained intact. Recently, her brother had begun to grow anxious, realizing that her dowry was rather modest—finding her a suitable husband would be no easy task.

Once the initial awe over the new guests subsided, the orchestra resumed playing, and the guests returned to their dancing. As Mr. Bingley scanned the room with a cheerful smile, his gaze landed on the young lady.

His heart skipped a beat, something stirred deep within him at the sight of her. He felt an undeniable pull toward this beautiful yet unfamiliar lady—as if he had to meet her, even if it meant fighting his way through the Spanish army.