Elizabeth Bennet, or rather Anastasia Steele in her new life, sat before the copper mirror, her reflection a stranger to her own eyes. The face that stared back was that of a young woman with skin as fair as snow, eyebrows arched like delicate brush strokes, and eyes that held a depth of wisdom beyond her years. This was the face of a noblewoman from Northland, a world entirely different from the modern society she had left behind.
As she adjusted to her new reality, Elizabeth decided to take control of her situation. She would not be a passive observer in her own life. With the help of her maid, Jane Eyre, she began to explore the vast library of the Cullen Mansion, seeking knowledge of the medical practices of this era.
The medical texts she found were rudimentary at best, and Elizabeth couldnt help but feel a sense of purpose. Here was a world where her expertise could make a significant difference. She began to devise plans to modernize the medical practices, starting with the acquisition of a set of the finest silver needles from the most reputable pharmacy in the capital.
"Jane, I need you to go to the apothecary and purchase the best set of silver needles they have," Elizabeth said, handing her maid a pouch of silver coins.
"Miss Elizabeth, whatever do you need silver needles for?" Jane asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Curiosity, Jane, pure curiosity," Elizabeth replied with a smile, not yet ready to reveal her intentions.
As Jane left to carry out her task, Elizabeth continued to immerse herself in the medical texts, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that her knowledge could revolutionize healthcare in Northland, and she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.
Later that day, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the Cullen Mansion, Elizabeths father, Edward Cullen, summoned her to his study. The room was filled with the scent of leather and old books, a testament to the mans scholarly pursuits.
"Elizabeth," Edward began, his voice heavy with the weight of responsibility, "your health has been a concern, but with your recovery, we must now turn our attention to the royal selection."
"Father, I understand the importance of this event for our family," Elizabeth replied, her voice steady and her gaze meeting his with a determination that was new to her.
Edward Cullen looked at his daughter, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The Elizabeth he knew would have been more resistant to the idea of entering the palace, but this new Elizabeth seemed to have a different air about her, one of resolve and intelligence.
"Very well," he said, nodding slowly. "I have arranged for you to have the finest tutors to prepare you for the selection. Your future, and that of our family, depends on this."
As Elizabeth left her fathers study, she felt a mixture of emotions. The weight of her familys expectations bore down on her, but she also felt a sense of excitement. This was a chance to prove herself, not just as a noblewoman of Northland, but as a woman capable of making a real difference in the world.
With each day that passed, Elizabeth dove deeper into her studies, learning not only the customs and etiquette required for the royal selection but also the language of politics and power. She knew that her journey would not be easy, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
And so, with each step, Elizabeth Bennet, the modern medical doctor, was transforming into a woman of Northland, ready to make her mark on history.