Regency Romance: One Perfect Moment is a short story by Amelia Fernside.
Her horse, spooked by an adder, was running at breakneck speed. Lady Mary-Anne felt her saddle slipping to her left side. She sensed a pressure around her abdomen and then a force, pulling her from the falling saddle. She watched, as though in a dream, as her horse raced through the grass without her.
And yet she went on, as if somehow carried by a strong wind. The world slowed. She looked down and ran her gloved hand along the neck of a horse.
Someone’s arm was cinched around her waist. What had happened?
She looked up to see a young man above her.
He tilted his square chin and looked down at her. “My lady,†he said. “It is my usual habit to remove my hat when I meet a lady, but as you can see, my hands are full.â€
He took her home, then disappeared, in typical regency romance fashion.
Years later, Mary-Anne still dreamed her hero would reappear. Meanwhile, her parents insisted she marry the son of a Duke who lived nearby, a man who someday would be a Duke himself, a man she abhorred. She strenuously rejected the idea, but in the end she relented.
She walked alone beside the circular edge of the fountain at her family’s posh manor. “I have waited five years. My family thought me foolish, and I think now they have been right. I’ve waited for you because I truly believed we shared one perfect moment, a special rapport that comes so very rarely.†A tear prickled at the corner of her eye, but Lady Mary-Anne refused to cry. “I must move on,†she said.
But, dear reader, an untimely death, not so typical in regency romance, ignited the ending.