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Hi everyone! me again, well since Desires of Darkness is coming to an end soon, I thought i'd start a new story. This story is based on and will include some stuff from a really bizarre dream I had the other night. So let me know what you think of it. It's going to be alot darker than some of the other stuff I've written. Am just warning you now, so be prepared.



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Author: Christmas Nazi (aka Amber Eyes, Suzanne)
Title: From Another Time & Place
Catagory: Max & Liz (AU)
Rating: Mature
Sypnosis: Set in the 17th Century. On his way to the royal retreat house for a vacation, Maxwell Evans, heir to the throne of Verdonia come across a girl lying on the road, her clothes ripped and her body covered in injuries. Max takes her in and takes care of her. But who was she? how did she come to lie on that road unconscious that day? Liz is scared of Max, but why? her past still haunts her, and Max is determined to find out what that is. The mystery is, where is Liz really from? could she really be from a parallel world?
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, or any of the characters, those belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, UPN etc. All I own is this story and the character of Arellia Colwyn, which stems from my imagination and dreamworld.
Authors note/Warning: I had this most bizzare dream last night that left me rather dazed when I woke up. It was as if I was being shown a story, or something that has previously happened. So I decided to use bits of my dream in a story while making the rest up as I went along. I should warn you, this fic will contain violence, and could get very bittersweet. It's 60% Dreamer insured. Depends on where the story goes. It's a bit different from what I usually write.
Please give me some feedback on my progress! I need to know whether its worth continuing.



Part 1

"Father, I am NOT going to marry Tessaline! There is no way that it could ever happen. I don't love her. I only see her as a friend and nothing more." Maxwell Evans, heir to the throne of Verdonia, son of Phillip and Diane Evans, cried out in fustration to his stubbon father. Oh! how he despised arranged marriages!

"I will not hear of it Maxwell. You WILL marry her. Uniting our kingdoms will--"

"No father! I will not--"

"That's ENOUGH!" Come seven months time, you and Tessaline shall be wed." Phillip saw his sons glaring eyes and sighed. "Look son, why don't you take a vacation. Go clear your head. You'll think differently when you come back. Take as long as you need."

Max sighed. There was no winning with his father. And a vacation would be most excellent as he had wanted to leave the stuffiness that was palace life. He craved freedom and adventure.

"Thank you father, a vacation would be most welcome."

Phillip had wanted to add "if only your upcoming wedding was received with such welcome." but he held his tongue. He knew he was already on thin ice with his 21 year old son.

"Very well. When do you plan to leave?"

"As soon as possible." Max walked over to the door, but stopped before he opened it. "And father, I want no disturbances."

"As you wish."

Phillip smiled to himself. One day, Maxwell was going to be a great king.

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The rain poured down heavily. It pelted and soaked her skin and what's left of her clothes. Even the gods were mocking her pain and misery she thought bitterly. She continued down the path that seemed to never end. She had no idea where she was. She was hungry, wet, tired and filled with pain. She was alone. No one on this Earth was going to help or save her.

She stumbled the last few steps before exhaustion reached breaking point. Her sight became fuzzy and darkness seemed to creep up before her. The last thing she saw was the dull yellow gravelly path coming up to meet her face. The last thing she heard was the pitter patter of rain. Then darkness came to her in a welcomed relief.


TBC!! Well? what do you think of this new story so far? PLEASE TELL ME!!

HeY everyone! thanks for the feedback!! Well, since you all seem to be interested, here's the next part. Ok, I'd better get back over to the desires of darkness thread and do some explaining!! major!


Part 2

Max galloped full speed on his horse across the countryside. The sun had just come out after the rain shower, and the air smelled fresh and revitalising. The wind blowing on his face and hair made him feel free and refreshed. It was a feeling he sensed to his very inner being. The dewy raindrops that still clung to the plants and trees glistened in the sunlight.

Max slowed the gallop to a trot as he approached something lying on the path. Puzzled, Max stopped and got off Aldorian. He approached the tattered mess lying before him, it looked to be a human being. Slowly, Max turned it over. Not just any human, but a young girl. Shocked Max just stared at her. Her dark brown hair was a tangle of wet mess from the rain, her old dress was ripped and dirty, but most shockingly of all was the cuts and bruises that showed beneath all the dirt and grime on her.

"What heppened to you?" Max murmured. But no answer came from her lips. She looked to be dead, but Max had checked her neck and found a weak pulse. She was merely unconscious, but not dead. Thank god.

Carefully Max lifted her up and placed her on Aldorian. It felt strange to lift a human that weighed so little and seemed so fragile. Max got up and sat behind her, letting her limp form lean against him. He took the reins and started a slow trot.

On the way to the Royal Retreat House, Max's head swam with thoughts about the girl sitting in front of him. He felt strangely connected to her, and having her lean against him sent an electrical tingle through him. Why was she all alone lying unconscious on a dirt road? her clothes and her injuries haunted him. Had someone attacked her? How could anyone hurt a creature like her?

Max galloped a little faster. He doubted that she would wake up from being jostled. She was pretty much out of it.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Lord Maxwell, welcome!" Sinclaire the butler came out to greet him. He looked puzzled at the beraggled unconscious girl, then at Max. A look of concern crossed his face. "And whom is this?"

Max got off Aldorian, then carefully eased Liz off as well carrying her in his arms.

"I have no idea. I found her lying on the road. We should get her cleaned up. Sinclaire, go fetch the doctor. We'll be in the East wing."

"Yes my lord." Sinclaire started to follow Max inside.

"Sinclare, do me a favour?"

"Whatever you need my lord."

"Please call me by my name and not 'my lord'"

Sinclaire hesitated for a moment, unsure. Then smiled.

"As you wish lord Maxwell."

Max gave the greying man a humours laugh.

"I suppose it will have to do."


TBC!! feedback please!

Wow! thanks for all the feedback!! Am glad you all enjoy it so much. lol, its encouraged me to write out another 2 chapters. I'm still in the process of editing chapter 4.


Lana: Yeah, loads of other people are missing Belle D'amour too. After when I finish writing for Desires of darkness which is coming to an end very soon, I'll get started on updating Lonely hearts, cos that's nearly at the end too. Then I'll get working on Belle d'amour - that's a long way from the end! lol. It might be sometime in the summer that I'll get to that one. It just depends on how much time I have to write, plus I'll be going on holiday soon. So....we'll just see how it goes.



Part 3

The large roomwas dimly lit with candles, the orange glow making the room warm and cozy. A hot fireplace consumed the wooden logs and added more warmth and light to the room.

Max sat by the fire deep in thought, his gaze continuously being drawn to the young girl who slpet in his bed. It had been over a week, and she still had not awaken. Occasionally, she would whimper and cry in her sleep, yet she did not ever fully awake.

The poor girl had suffered a severe fever due to being out in the cold rain. The doctor had come to check on her injuries, and was appalled at the sight. He was surprised she'd alsted this long, but with the added fever, he luck might soon run out.

Never-the-less, Max had taken care of her, he'd asked the female servants to bathe and clean her, as it would have been inappropriate for him to do so himself. The servants had been shocked as to what had caused the girl all this pain physically, and no doubt emotionaly as well if she ever woke up. They took great care when bathing her so as to not vause her anymore pain. They changed her damp old ragged clothes to something more nicer and warmer.

Looking at her now semmed to be looking at an entirely different person. Her hair had been washed and combed out; which now revealed soft long wavy chocolate coloured hair that cascaded over the pillow beneath her head. With the dirt and grime washed off her, he could see her beautiful angelic face, even when it was covered with ugly blue and purple bruises and red raw cuts. She looked so young and fragile.

Max had thought over the theories as to why a young girl would end up alone on a dirt road unconscious
for god knows how long. Was she with anyone? maybe she'd gotten lost from her family while travelling......more theories and assumptions swirled around his head, but none gave him a conclusive answer. He wished that she would hurry up and wake up, but as the days passed, she never did. Max feared she never would, that she was already too far gone. But being a patient man, he stayed with her to keep her company, and prayed that she would wake up from her seemingly eternal slumber.

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Near the early hours of dawn, the girl began to stir from her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes, but closed them again. Her eyelids felt heavy and her whole body ached with pain. Taking a ragged breath, she opened her eyes and tried to keep them open. She glanced groggily around the room in puzzlement. It didn't seem familiar; the last thing she could remember was running away in fear and then being caught out in the bone chilling rain, and then....nothing. Her mind came to a blank.

Wincing as she sat up to get a better look at the place, her gaze fell on a figure with dark raven hair asleep sitting on a plush easy chair by the diminishing fire. She couldn't see his face properly as his head was tilted downwards to one side.


Max began to stir from his sleep. He lifted his head groggily to find a parit of wide brown doe eyes staring at him. Ah, the girl was finally awake!

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

The girl didn't answer him. She jsut kept staring at him wide eyed. Max started to get up to go to her, but her could see her visible tense up at his movement. Now that he took a closer look at her face, he realised it was filled with fear.


She saw the figure wake, then greeted her. But when she saw his face, her blood ran cold. 'No, it cannot be! It cannot be him! this has to be a dream.' But as she saw him start to get up to go to her, her fear ran throughout her body. Ignoring the pain, she bolted out the bed and ran for the door.


Max was stunned for a moment when he saw the girl bolt from the bed and fled his room. Regaining his senses, he went after her.

"Wait! Please stop!"


She ran down the hallway, not really knowing where she was going. Turning down a spiraling staircase, she ignored his plead to stop, and carried on running. She knew she was still very weak; she felt as though her legds would give out from under her at any moment. So she tried her best to hurry along and get away from him.

When she got to the middle of the staircase, her earlier prediction came true. Before she could grab tight hold of the banister for support, she gave a yelp and felt herself tumbling; the world around her peripheral began to spin, and more agonising pain shot through her body, and then, calming darkness.


Max swore as he watched her tumble agonisingly hard down the rest of the stairs. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her unmoving form lying at the bottom of the stairs. She was dead for sure! Max hurried down the stairs, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

Bending down, he checked for a pulse and released a breath when he found one; but it was extremly weak. Max picked up the girl and carried her back up the stairs.


TBC........feedback please, come on bombard me with them!!

Tabithella wrote:So Liz recognised Max from somwhere else, does he have a double in the place that Liz comes from? She also recognised the room that she was in! Could she be from some alternate universe and is the Max in that universe evil? Did the other Max hurt Liz - hence the cust and bruises?


Come back and explain

Tab

OMG!! AM SOOO SORRY!!!!

After reading your comment, I was like huh? After re-reading it again, I realised had a typo in the bit about the room. It should've been 'didn't' not 'did ' So nope, Liz doesn't recognise the room, but she does recognise Max. But I won't get into that till later in the story.


roswellluver: what does TLC mean?

sweetygurl: thanks for the bump!



Part 4

When she finally woke up again, she felt someone place something cold and damp on her forehead, then gentle hands stroking her hair. She opened her eyes and looked directly at Max. Immediately her eyes widened in fear and she tried to bolt out of bed away from him. She didn't move very far off the bed before pain shot through her body and Max's gentle hands kept her down.

"Hey, sshh.....it's alright....it's alright....I'm not going to hurt you." he soothed.

She lay back down, somewhat calmer, but she was visibly tensed. She didn't say anything. She just kept looking at Max.

"What is your name?" Max asked as he replaced the towel on her forehead.

After a pause, the girl answered in a weak voice.

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Parker. But msot people call me Liz."

Slowly she reached up to touch his face. Maybe she had died and gone to heaven, and he was here to greet her. Her hand touched his cheek. Her hands didn't go through him. He was solid.

"Are you real?" she asked in a whisper.

Max closed his eyes and leaned into her soft touch.

"Yes, I'm real..." Max felt warm electricity travel from her touch through his cheek and spread all over his body. He shivered as the tingle passed through him.

"But you died....I watched you...." Liz couldn't go on. A salty lump formed in her throat blocking out any sound that wanted to come out. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.

Max held her hand between his.

"You must have me mistaken for someone else. My name is Maxwell Evans. And I have never seen you before."

Liz pulled her hand away form his.

"I'm sorry...I...."

Awkward silence fell over them.

"Um...where am I? I don't really remember much."

"You're at my families royal retreat house. I was onm y way here for a vacation, when I saw you lying unconscious on the road. You must've gotten caught out in tehr ain, and came down with a fever. You've been asleep for over a week."

"Oh." Liz nodded her head slowly as the information sank in.

"Liz, can you tell me why you were all alone out there that day? Is there a family member I could contact?"

Liz was silent for a while before she answered.

"Um...I was out picking wildflowers, and I ventured too far and got lost. And, I don't have any family." she said quietly. Liz couldn't tell him the truth. She didn't know him, and she certainly didn't trust him. The only person she could only trust is herself.

Max knew she was lying, but he pressed on anyway.

"Liz, what about your injuries? how did you get them? where you attacked?......"

"No, I......" once again, Liz became silent. She looked away from his intense stare. He looked so much like him, even his voice was the same. But how can that be? Deciding to fill the silence, Liz changed the subject. "So, are you a prince or a king?" Liz looked at Max. He seemed too young to be a king. Maybe he was a prince, or perhaps a nobleman.

"I am prince Maxwell Evans. Son of Phillip and Diane Evans, heir to the thre of Verdonia."

'Verdonia' Liz thought. She'd never heard of the place before. Of all the people to come and rescue her, it had to be a prince. A prince who looked the spitting image of...No! Liz willed her mind to go anywhere but there. Liz knew she didn't belong here, especially not in the presence of prince. And plus the fact that she must've looked horrendous!

Liz started to push herself again.

"I thank you for your kind hospitality your highness, but I really must be go--"

"No. You are still unwell, and need bed rest." Max said pushing her to lie back down.

Liz tried to get up again.

"No, really, I've already taken up too much of your time."

Max yet again, gently pushed her back down.

"No. I insist."

Exhausted from her simple movements and wincing in pain, Liz nodded her head.

"I'll go get the doctor to give you another shot to ease the pain."

Before she could protest, Max was already out the door. Liz closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She cannot stay here. She didn't deserve to live in comfort and luxury. As soon as she was all better, she'd leave.


TBC! Feedback please!! it'll get me writing faster!! lol

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Ok, here's the next part. Enjoy. I


Part 5

Over the next few days, Liz began her recuperation. She also started getting used to the pain relief injections the doctor gave her. The first time when the doctor came to her, after Max had gone to retrieve him, Liz had taken one look at the sharp silver needle and bolted out of bed begging them not to hurt her. Max had told her it would ease the pain she was in, but jsut thinking about the needle pricking into her skin made Max's words seem ridiculous! Max had hugged her tight sitting in the middle of the large bedroom, telling her to concentrate on looking at him while the doctor tended to her arm. Tears had streamed down her face when she felt the prick on her arm.

"You lied, you said it wouldn't hurt." Liz said in a whimper, while gazing at Max and trying to concentrating on nothing else but him.

"It's all right, the pain will pass in a minute." Max had reassured her, stroking her soft silky hair. Liz's drowsy body bagan to slump into Max's. He lifted her up with ease and carried her over to the bed to let her rest.

The second time the doctor came, Liz had ran out the room. Max had found her cowering in the corner of the corridor. He had to coax her to trust him since whenever someone got near her, she would bat her hand at them and sunk even lower into the carpet trying to blend into the wall.

Liz had gazed into those familiar amber eyes and soothing voice, even though he wasn't Andrew, a part of her wanted to trust him. So she moved away from the corner and let Max take her into his comforting arms.

Soon after that, Liz's injuries began to heal, she didn't mind the visits from the doctor so much.

Max spent most of his time at her side keeping her company. He didn't really ask anymore questions about her as he didn't want to upset her anymore. The times when he did ask, he was met with either silence or vague answers. Max figured he find out later on. He was a patient man, he could wait. In the meantime, he tried to piece together what vague answers she gave him, though so far, all he'd found out was that she was aged 20, apparently didn't have any parents or next of kin. He still had no idea how she got her severe injuries from, where she lived or even where she was from. Plus, she was still extremely cautious around him. Sure, they'd had their little laughs and jokes, but the invisible wall around Liz was noticeable to Max. Liz wasn't much of a talker, but rather more of a listener.

Max had told her of the antics he and his best friend Prince Michael got up to when they were younger.
How once, they had gone to the royal lake to hunt for frogs; they'd found two, and decided to keep them as pets - one each of course. They had secretly snuck the frogs back into the royal palace and hid them in their rooms. Things were going fine until his sister Princess Vilandra barged into his room and demanded he take her shopping - why she never asked anyone else to accompany her was beyond him. Vilandra sure liked to annoy the hell out of him.Anyway, Michael, who was making the frogs have a racing match, quickly hid them underneath the pillows on the bed. Of course Vilandra couldn't choose a regular chair to sit on. Noo. She had to go and sit on the bed. Max and Michael had watched wide eyed as the little frogs scampered out through the gap in the cushions and proceeded to hop towards Vilandra, who was totally unaware of them, and was baffled by her brother and friends strange behavior.

The fun of hiding the frogs came to an end when one of them gave a little croaking sound. Just as Vilandra had turned around to see what the sound was, one of the frogs had thought it would be funny to leap up and cling to her nose! This had caused a loud shriek from Vilandra, which ws loud enough to summom their parents. Needless to say, Max was grounded for a month, and Michael wasn't allowed to go round and visit Max.

Max could still remember the look on his sisters face, and sight of the green rog on her nose.....even after all these years, it still made him burst out laughing!

Liz was laughing so hard she had tears coming out of her eyes. It felt so good to be laughing again, she was more relaxed now than she had been in a long time.

Liz quickly sobered up when she realised it wasn't going to last. That she was leaving as soon as she was fully recuperated. The thought saddened her, but she knew she couldn't stay there forever.


TBC!!

Hi everyone, yup, little old me again.

Well, the RL problems have subsided a little, but there's still loads of stuff to worry about.

Anyway, I feel a little better now, so have written 2 chapters. I haven't finished typing up the following chapter yet, and won't do so for a few days since I have to revise for my IT exam which is on Thursday.


Devlishlishcas & not_of_this_earth thank you for your kind words and support


Lana aww, that's so sweet! thanks for the rose, it really cheered me up loads



Well, hope you'll enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think of it!!



Part 6

"How are you enjoying your soup?"

"It's delicious! Compliments to the cook." Liz said happily.

Max had brought her some soup in bed, as he hadn't wanted her to walk down the long staircase in her still weakened state. The last time she had set foor on the stairs and what had happened after that had been permanently imprinted into his brain. The doctor had insisted on fresh nutritious light soups to start off before moving onto more solid foods. This was so that her body didn't need to work twice as hard to digest the food while it was still on the mend.


It had been almost two weeks since Liz had woken up. With healthy nutritious food in her, she was healing remarkably fast. Most of the dark bruises were gone leaving only a slight yellowish tint. The cuts were already scarring and were less raw.

Liz had pondered on what to tell Max. Should she tell him tell him she was leaving soon? or should she just leave a note, or maybe she would leave without telling him. No! that would be rude after the hospitality and kindness he had shown her. He had devoted all his attention to her, and had looked after her well. Liz decided she would tell him face to face when the time was right.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

3 weeks later

Liz wandered down the hall from the guest room she had been moved to, since Max didn't need to keep a critical eye on her anymore like when she had fallen into a coma all those weeks ago; plus when Liz had found out it was his bed she had been sleeping in, she had blushed a furious red. Max had wanted to monitor her progress as he worked in his study. After that revelation, Liz had insisted on having a room of her own to stay in. But that didn't stop the nightmares that still plagued her sometimes when she slept. Her crying and screaming had had Max running to her room in the dead of night to comfort her. She never did explain fully about the dreams, though they seemed to be getting more and more frequent. Liz knew her hidden emotional state was catching up with her, and she was afraid she'd talk in her sleep.

Max had been shocked to find her sleeping on the floor beside her bed one night. When he'd asked her if she'd been sleeping there since she'd moved into the new room, he was met with a diverted answer. "I must've fallen out of bed. I tend to do that a lot." Max didn't believe her for a second. For one, the bed had been perfectly made and unslept in, and second, Liz was a terrible liar. Only after he threatened that she sleep in his room again did she reluctantly agree to sleep in her own comfortable bed. Plus, with her constant nightmares and shouts, it wouldn't be good for Max to find her on the floor again. Max still recived no answer as to why she chose to sleep on the hard floor. Her secrets were starting to worry him to a near fever pitch. Just what was it that she was hiding?


Liz tapped lightly on the door to study that ajoined Max's bedroom.

"Come in." Max's authoritative voice rang out.

"hello Max. Um, am I disturbing you?" Liz said shyly.

"No, not at all. Come on in." Max left his desk, and went help her into a easy chair."How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

"I'm fine, much better now. Thank you." Liz paused "Actually, that's what i've come to talk to you about."

"It is?" Max was starting to get an uneasy feeling about this.

"Yes. I'm leaving soon. I thank you for taking such good care of me, if there was a way I could repay you back I would, but I really don't have anything but my thanks."

Panic ensued through Max. He didn't want her to leave. He liked having her around, he enjoyed his company with her. Everytime he saw her, it made his heart pitter patter with joy and excitement. And though he couldn't explain the effect she was having on him, he knew he wanted to find out more. Plus the mystery about her kept him intrigued. There was something about her vunerable state that made his maleness want to reach out and wrap her in his arms and protect her from whatever it was that caused her so much pain and suffering.

"Liz, you don't have to leave, you can stay here for as long as you want."

Liz looked down at Max kneeling before her as she sat on the chair. Even his caring personality was starkingly similar to Andrew's. Andrew. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over.

"Liz, what's wrong, why are you crying? are you in pain?" Max asked worriedly.

Physically? not really anymore. Emotionally? Liz doubt she would ever heal.

"No." Sniff "I'm not in any pain."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I...um...I'm just sad that I have to leave."

"Liz, you don't have to leave. I don't mind having you around. In fact, I very much enjoy your company. And besides, Your injuries aren't completely gone yet, and you still need to build up your strength."

"I'll be fine Max. Really."

"Liz, where will you go? you still haven't told me where you live or even where you're from. I don't want you to wander around and get lost again."

Max was right. If she wandered out into the world now, she was sure to get lost since she had no clue as to where she was. She wasn't even from around these parts. Then where would she be? She could always go back to where she came from.......but was that really an option?

Liz looked down at his hands which held hers tenderly.

"Well, I guess I could stay for a little while longer." She looked up to his face and saw his expression light up with happiness and relief?

Max decided to change the subject.

"Do you like to ride?"

"Ride?" Liz asked puzzled.

"A horse. Do you even know how? if not I could teach you..."

"Of course I know how to ride a horse! I love horses." Liz said empathetically. "My mother taught when I was little before she...." Liz abruptly stopped when she realised she'd accidently slipped up. She quickly turned away from his gaze. "I mean, uh, I already know how to ride."

Max immediatly knew she had slipped up some important information about her life. He was more curious now than ever.

"Liz, why don't you ever talk about yourself, or your family? I know you said you don't have any, but Liz, I want to know the truth. I want to know how you suffered all those injuries that could have possibly killed you if I had not found you in time."

Liz refused to look at him. So he gently pulled her chin to direct her gaze to him.

"Liz, please tell me. If someone has hurt you, I want to know who it is. I won't let them get away with it. Liz please." Max pleaded, hoping she would open up a little to him.

Liz looked down at her hands and started to fidget. Her voice was quiet and faraway as she spoke.

"It's never been this bad before. My injuries I mean. Usually their pretty minor."

"Minor? Liz, you shouldn't be getting injuroes at all!" he said incredulously.

Max needed to start somewhere, at the beginning if possible. He still lacked knowledge for a place to begin, but her accidental slip up about her mother gave him an opening to begin.

"Liz, tell me about your mother." he said gently.


TBC!! uh, did that suck? good bad? please tell me!

Aloha!! me again!!

Well, I've finally finished Uni for the year WOOHOO!! Resit exam in August aside, am off Uni for good now! WOOHOO!!!

Ah, so much free time....... well, now I can enjoy my hobby as a writer, and do all the other stuff that i wanna do.

vivacious and Alien614 Oh welcome! I love new readers!


Here's the new chapter


Sorry, forgot the say, the chapter will contain some abuse, so be warned

Part 7

Liz sighed. She knew she couldn't avoid this any longer. She would tell him what he needed to know, but even then, there were some things that should remain a secret. Her survival could very well depend on it.

"My mother was a beautiful and wonderfully kind woman. But she died when I was 14. She was the one who taught me how to ride. She taught me many other things too." Liz smiled a far off smile as she reminiscenced the past. The as soon as the smile appeared, it slipped from her lips again. "My mother fell ill. She got worse and worse. She lost all her weight, and near the end, she was almost unrecognisable as the woman she once was. But she was still my mother, and I loved her dearly." A tear slipped down Lizs cheeks and she quickly wiped it away while trying to hold back the floodgates. "My father never liked me from the day I was born. He resented me being born a girl and not a boy. As mucha s he loved my mother, he didn't really want anything to do with me." Liz gave a defeated sigh. "I did everything I coild to be a good daughter. I cleaned the house, I helped cook dinner, I tried my best to be obedient. I thought if he saw that I was useful rather than just an inconvenience, he would eventually learn to love me instead of resenting me. When mother died, he became very bitter. He blamed me for her death."

"But it wasn't your fault. what was his reason?" Max asked. His heart beginning to ache at the her pain and loss. He knew the story was about to get much worse in detail, but he needed to know.

"He said I was a curse to the family. That I brought them bad-luck, and now death has claimed Nancy Parker. That was my mother's name."

Max nodded in reponse.

"After mother died, I worked extra hard to keep father happy and hoped that he didn't throw me out as he had threatened to do so on many occasions. As the years went by, father got worse with his grieving. He drank a lot, and everything I did in his eyes semed to be wrong. And I got punished for it.."

Max continued to listen to Liz's tale, but he could tell from the faraway look in her eys that her mind and soul had travelled back to her painful past. A past that might as well been yesterday; an everlasting day that was filled with fear and loneliness for a young girl trying to survive.


***FLASH BACK ***

A few years earlier

"Father, please stop drinking!" a teenage Liz begged, trying to remove the mug that contained the ale.

"Leave me!" Jeff Parker boomed, pushing his young daughter away roughly.

"I..I'll go make you some tea...it will lesson the hangover later on." Liz scurried away to the kitchen to make the brew.


A while later, Liz returned with a steaming cup of herbal tea in a china cup. She saw her father slumped over on the table; passed out no doubt.

"Father? father, I made you some tea."

Jeff jerked awake, his arm flying up and accidently knocking the cup from Liz's hands. The cup smashed to the ground with a crash and steaming hot tea ran across the concrete floor.

"I clean this up." Liz quickly said, and ran into the kitchen to fetch a towel and a bowl.

When she returned, her father was glaring at her.

"You stupid clumsy bitch! look what you've done to your mother's beautiful china!"

"I'm sorry father, it was an accident." Liz's voice trembled in fear. She knew her punishment for breaking the cup - even when it wasn't her fault - was coming.

Jeff loomed over his cowering daughter. His vision blurring slightly.

"You know the rules Elizabeth."

Liz shrank back on the floor even more in fear.

"Please father! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I'm sorry!"

"It won't do you any good to plead Elizabeth. Now take off your dress."

"I won't do it again father, please! I beg of you"

"You dare to defy me?!" he voice boomed with rage.

"No..I...I...."

There was no point in arguing anymore. Liz stood up and turned her back to her father. She walked across the room to where the long dinner table stood, and pulled her dress off so it fell in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it and lay herself on the table facing downwards. She clsoed her eyes and prayed to god that her suffering would end soon.

Jeff took off his belt and raised it above his head, before lashing it down on his daughter's tender skin.

Liz bit her lip tightly together with every lash to keep from crying out.


***END FLASH BACK***


Tears streamed down Max's face. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard! What kind of sick person would do that to their own flesh and blood? Unconsciously, he held Liz close to him, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He let her weep anguished tears into his chest. His heart broke with every shudder and every salty tear that ran down Liz's delicate cheeks.

"Shh...it's all right Liz, it's all right. You're safe now. No-one will harm you here. I'll protect you."

"No-one can protect me Max."

'you won't be saying these words to me if you knew the whole truth.' Liz thought miserably.

"Yes I can." Max said stubbonly.


A while later, Liz felt herself being lifted up into the air. She opened her eyes to find Max's amber penetrating ones staring right back at her.

"Max?"

"Shh...it's all right. You dozed off for about five minutes now. I'm taking you to bed."

Liz tensed at his words.

Max felt her body tense at his accidental choice of words, and quickly explained before he could distress her anymore.

"I mean for you to get some rest in your bed. You're exhausted. You don't have to answer anymore questions tonight."

"Hmmm....." Liz managed to sleepily reply, laying her head back on his chest near his shoulder and closing her eyes once more.

As Max carried her down the hall to her room, he felt an odd, but pleasant sensation go through him. He looked down at a sleeping Liz in his arms. She looked so fragile and vulnerable, and something inside him made him want to protect her from all the harm and suffering. To always have her in his arms made his skin feel all warm and a tingle go through him. His heart semed to reach out to her.

After tucking Liz into bed, Max went back into his study and poured himself a drink. Sitting on the big easy chair by his desk, he closed his eyes and recalled what Liz had told him. His heart began to ache for her again. Max took a mouthful of his drink and sighed. So far, he had only touched the tip of the ice burg regarding the mysterious Liz. It would take him a while, but he was determined to find all his answers from her; only then could he truly protect her from the suffering she had endured for so long.


TBC!!

Authors note:


Hi everyone, thanks for all your replies, and all you lurkers out there!! come out and post! pleeeeaaassssee!!!!!!!! *begs on knees*

I just wanted to let you all know that i'll be going away on holiday for two weeks probably starting on the 25th of May. (depends on the tickets and stuff) I've got loads of shopping and stuff to sort out, so don't know if I'll have time to update. But to compensate that, i've written this reeally long chapter for you guys and gals.

Let me know what you think!!


Part 8

Her loud screaming pierced through the large mansion. Max jerked awake from his slumber and ran down the hall to Liz's room.

Liz was whimpering and thrashing about in the bed fitfully. Her crying and mumbling tore at Max's heart to see her in such distress; but what she unconsciously spoke in her sleep heightened his curiousity.

"No, it's not his fault! Leave him alone! please......no!......please don't rake him away from me!" Liz whimpered again before he bolted upright in fear and anguish. "ANDREW!!"

Max was immediately at her side encasing her in a protective hug.

"Shh...it's all right Liz. It was just a dream. You're safe now."

Liz was startled and confused; then she pulled back a little to look at Max. Her fingers traced his features.

"Andrew?" she asked in a small lost voice.

"No. Max."

The name seemed to clear the hazy fog in Liz's head. She blinked a few times then pulled away from Max's arms. She felt cold without his warmth around her.

"Sorry, my stupid dreams woke you again." she said looking down at her hands.

Max took them into his own and tried to comfort her.

"No, you didn't wake me. I was working late anyway." he lied.

Then Max tried to push further for information.

"Liz, these nightmares of yours are getting more and more frequent. Whatever it is that's causing you this trauma isn't being dealt with. Liz you need to deal with whatever it is to be free.

Liz stayed silent nor did she look up at him.

"Liz, who is Andrew?"

At his name, Liz's head shot up and met his gaze full on. Max felt her start to tremble Quickly, he hugged her tightly to comfort her once again. After a while Liz pulled away and bit her lower lip nervously; debating on whether to tell Max or not. She looked up into his eyes and saw so many emotions appear. Sadness, curiosity, and a caring look that she hadn't had in a long time since her mother and Andrew died. Liz contemplated on telling the whole truth, but she still didn't trust him enough to do that yet. Liz decided she would give him half the truth. At least then, she wouldn't be completely lying to him.

Liz lay her head down on Max's lap and he gently caressed her hair soothingly. Liz took a deep breath then began.


***FLASH BACK***

"Hey, how are you holding up?" he asked her.

"It's hard, but I'm coping." she replied with a tired sigh.


Liz and Andrew sat on the grassy riverbank by the creek. It was their secret place they retreated to when life got too unbearable for them. It was a place that was serene and peaceful; a place where no-one could hurt them; a place away from the harsh reality of life.


Liz had met Andrew about two years ago when he was caught stealing some apples in a market stall. The owner had demanded he pay up or leave his hand behind as payment. Liz had just been passing by while shopping for some food when she heard the commotion. Liz had selflessly given the last of her money the shopkeeper to buy the stolen apples for the boy. The owner had taken the money and gruffly commented on how he was lucky this time, but next time he wouldn't be if he was caught stealing from his stall again.

Liz and Andrew had become wary friends at first, but then found they had more in common with each other than they first thought.

Liz had later found out that Andrew's father had been a heavy gambler, and his mother had been sold by his father to cover bad debt. Andrew had never seen her again.

His father didn't really care much for him, and most of the time, there was hardly any money for food, so Andrew had resorted to stealing.

Whenever she could, Liz would sneak food from the house to give to him, or she would buy something for him if she was shopping that day. Andrew hadn't wanted pity from a girl, but then, his survival depended on it. Liz had made him feel better about it by saying that he could pay her back one day.


Andrew had learned of Liz's abuse by her father when he saw the multiple bruises and cuts on her. Some looked old, but there were always fresh ones. Liz had been ashamed at first and came up with excuses, but soon the excuses ran dry, and she told him the truth.

After their secrets had been shared, they had grown to be close friends.


"You ever wonder why god gave us this life? you think we did something bad in out last life, and this is our punishment for it?" Andrew looked at Liz for an answer, but instead saw her wincing in pain.

"Um...I don't know, maybe." she managed to say.

"Liz are you alright?" he asked worriedly, and leant in closer to her. He saw tears in her eyes and her obvious struggle to remain in control. But she lost that control.

"No." she sobbed out in pain. "I'm in so much pain Andrew."

Andrew cupped her cheek and looked into her brown anguished eyes.

"Liz, did your father hit you again? where does it hurt?"

"My back." Liz sobbed in pain that made her feel like dying if it would ease it.

Andrew hesitated then spoke softly. "Liz, can I see?"

Liz looked at him uncertainly.

"I won't hurt you Liz."

Liz saw the concern and sincerity in his voice and deep amber eyes. She slowly nodded, then turned her back to him so he could undo her dress.

Parting the sides of the dress, Andrew gasped when he saw the fresh injuries to her back. They were red, raw and bleeding. The rawness a huge contrast against her creamy skin.

"Oh Liz." he breathed out. The sight of her pain, physical and emotional tearing at him painfully.

Andrew removed a clean cloth from his pocket then dipped it into the stream. The warm water soaking the material. After squeezing the excess water out, he gently dabbed the damp cloth over her wounds in an attempt to clean them. Liz winced at the contact and Andrew mumbled an apology.


After a while, when her wounds had stopped bleeding and was more or less cleaned up, Andrew and Liz sat side by side in silence with the warm sun beaming down on them. Liz spoke up breaking the silence.

"Um...thank you, for helping me."

"You're welcome."


Liz gazed at her only friend in the world, and studied him. The sunlight glinted off his raven black hair causing it to look at darker shade of brown rather than black. His eyes were a pool of amber mixed with a little brown. His jaw was chiselled and refined; his lips were full and luscious, and Liz briefly wondered what it would be like to have them on brush over her own rosy red lips. Liz blushed at the thought, and wondered where that thought had come from. Carrying on her scrutiny, she noticed how his ears stuck out a little, but in her eyes, they looked rather cute and adorable on him! giving him a boyish look even though he was 21, the same age as her, but just 3 months older than her. Liz gave a small giggle.

Andrew had been aware of Liz studying him, but pretneded not to notice until she giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked in amusement.

"Um, nothing. I was just thinking that's all." she gave him a smile then lay her head on his shoulder.

Andrew looked down at the top of her head and inhaled the flowery scent of her hair that also seemed to hint the scent of fresh apples. There was something else that stirred his senses, it was a unique small, it was something....Liz.

Andrew had always noticed how beautiful Liz was, despite all the constant ugly cuts and bruises; plus she had a heart of gold. Andrew had also admired her great strength and courage.

He wrapped Liz in his arms and enjoyed the soft feel of her form in his embrace. Somewhere along the years since he'd met her, he had inevitably fallen in love with her; eyt he had never once told her of his feelings for her; fearing her rejection to him, and he hadn't wanted to spoil their close friendship.

But right now, in this moment, he knew something was changing; and it could either be in his favour or it could go the opposite dirction to ruin.

"Liz?"

Liz turned her head up at the sound of his husky voice close to her ear.

"Yes?"

Andrew gently caressed her face then leaned in close.

"Let me take your pain away?" He looked deep into her eyes.

Liz looked back at him. Right now in this moment, she didn't feel any doubt or fear. For this moment, it felt perfect. Just the tow of them in their own little world.

Her gaze dropped to his lips, then up to his eyes again.

"I'd like that." she whispered her answer.

Slowly and hesitating slightly, he lowered his head. Liz didn't resist nor did she turn away. His lips brushed caressingly over hers, testing and feeling. Liz closed her eyes and lsot herself in the kiss. Andrew had been true to his word. She felt no pain. That had been forgotten as soon as his lips covered hers.

"I love you Liz." he had murmured between kisses. "I've loved you for a while now, but never had the courage to tell you. But you Liz, seeing you face your pain face on has given me the courage to tell you. Thank you."

Tears of happiness streamed down Liz's face. The one person in the world who she truly trusted not only cared for her, but he loved her.

"I love you too Andrew. I'm really glad I met you, and I'm happy that you are here for me all the time."


***END FLASH BACK***

Back in the present, Liz smiled at the memory. A memory that would stay with her forever. That was one of the very few good moments that happened in her life.

Max didn't want to ask the next question as he knew it would cause her great pain, but he needed to know.

"How did he die?"

Liz was silent, trying desperately to fight back tears, but losing the battle.

"My father killed him." Liz wept. "He er..." sniff "Andrew and I were coming back from the creek a few weeks ago. My father came out drunk as usual, and he just started screaming at us and calling me a whore. He accused me of sleeping with him, when we hadn't. He said that he was a bad influence on me and had taken away my innocence. He dragged Andrew away from me with a rifle pointed at him. He took him to the town square and told everyone the lies. I told them it was a mistake, and that Andrew and I were just friends. They wouldn't listen to me. I was just a mere young woman, what did I know? They tied him up them forced him to his knees....." Liz trembled as she recalled the devastating momory. Max held her tightly, his heart breaking. "I could see the terror in Andrew's eyes. We knew what was coming. It wasn't even his fault. I tried to turn away, but my father made me watch. The last breath that Andrew uttered was that he loved me. And then......my f...father shot him in the back of the head." Liz let all her grief flow out of her through her tears. "If he never had met me, he wouldn't be dead right now. He died because of me. My only friend in the world."

"No Liz, you can't say that! It wasn't your fault! If anyone was to blame, it would be your bastard of a father."

Liz continued to weep into Max's embrace. Weird thing was, she felt safe in Max's arms, just like when she was held by Andrew. But Max wasn't Andrew.....was he? Andrew was dead, and Max is alive. Plus Max was a royal prince, his life was the complete opposite to Andrew's.

"Liz, the first time you saw me, you bolted away from me as if I scared you. Then you've repeatedly mistaken me for Andrew. Why is that?"

Uh oh. This was getting too close to the truth and revealing everything. She couldn't possibly tell him that he looked the spitting image of Andrew. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

"You, um....you just look a little similar to him that all." Liz said quietly.

Max wanted to press on, but Liz cut him off.

"Listen, um....I'm very tired, and I'd like to get some rest before morning comes."

Max knew the grief that Liz must be going through, and he would accept her request to be left alone for now.

"All right Liz. If you need me I'll be in my room." Max tucked her in, then hesitated before he placed a gently goodnight kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight Liz."


TBC!! er...tissues anyone?

Important Authors Note:


HI everyone! me again, god have I been busy!! Anyway, yup, its for definate. My flight leaves on the 25th (this sunday). I'll be back on the 8th of June.

So, I've finally found time to type up the next chapter. I don't know if I'll have any time to write while am on my vacation, if so then you'll have a quick chapter posted when I get back (or if I can find myself a computer! then sooner on my hols.) But if not, then It'll be about 2-3 weeks before there's a new part. Sorry!

Anyway, hope you enjoy this next part until then.



Part 9

The next morning, Liz woke to the sound of someone busying about in her room.

"Ah, good-morning mademoiselle."

Liz sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Good-morning. Um, may I ask who you are?" Liz enquired.

"Oh, goodness! where are my manners?! Pleas forgive me. I am Maria DeLuca; your new maid."

"DeLuca...that sounds foreign."

"Yes, I am from France."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Maria. Max didn't tell me we were getting a new maid."

"It was very short notice. Mrs LuPierre had to leave for a family emergency."


Liz got out of bed and went to the basin to wash up.

Liz studied the unfamiliar women with the accent. She had golden honey coloured wavy hair. She looked to be a few years older than Liz. Her eyes were a turquoise sea green colour, and one thing that was unmistakable was her cheeriness and enthusiasm.

After Liz washed, she went to the wardrobe to select something to wear. All the dresses were magnificent, and Liz wasn't used to such splendor; plus she felt she couldn't possibly carry it off wearing them anyway. Liz selected the plainest dress available (which wasn't a lot) to wear.

About half an hour later after dressing up her hair and preparing herself for the day ahead, she went downstairs to the large dining room. Just like most of the house that she had seen, the room was magnificent. Fitted with three large crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, and various hand-crafted furniture spottefd about the room and large thick royal blue curtains, tied at the sides draped over the ceiling to floor windows and glass door leading to the outside balcony. A large grande piano sat off to the side near the center of the room.

Liz saw Max already seated at the large mahogany dining table. He looked up from his morning paper when he heard her enter.

"Liz, good-morning. Did you sleep well?" he knew how exhausted she had been last night. No doubt she'd probably cryed herself to sleep again.

"Yes, thank you."

As Liz sat down, Sinclaire the butler came in with the breakfast trays full of mouth watering food.

"Lord Maxwell." he greeted as he set down his plate.

"Miss Elizabeth." he set down her plate and smiled warmly at her.

Liz smiled back and thanked the greying man. She liked Sinclaire; he seemed to be a kind man, and probably a loving husband and father if he had a wife or any children. But Liz didn't ask as she didn't want to pry.

Liz looked at her breakfast awkwardly avoiding Max's gaze. She hadn't meant to tell him so much about Andrew, but she just couldn't stop once she'd started explaining. It was like as if a big weight had been lifted from her heart. She could breathe again.But now she felt open and vulnerable; plus she still felt slightly awkward around Max. He was royalty after all, and she doubt she would ever fit into his world.

"Eat up Liz, we have a long day ahead of us."

Liz gave Max a small smile then began to eat.

A while later, Liz changed into her riding habit and waited for Max in the dining room. Having never played a piano before, she walked over to it and played a few keys. Now really knowing what she was playing, she decided to improvise. Soon she had a small melody made up.

Max stood in the doorway and watched her at the piano. Though it was a simple melody she had made up, the music contained great sadness.

Liz liked the piano, she found that making up her own music helped her transmit her emotions into each key she pressed and linked it into another.

Max walked in then, and Liz quickly stood up and took a step back from the piano.

"Sorry. I've never played a piano before, and I just wanted to try it out. I'm sorry." Liz hung her head guiltily and her face flushing.

Max walked over to her and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

"It's quite all right. You don't need to apologise. In fact, you can play it whenever you want." he spoke softly and affectionately.

"Really?" Liz asked. Her eyes lighting up in happiness.

"Yes, really." Max loved seeing the happiness appear in her eyes; they sort of sparkled with life.

"Thank you!"

"Come on, lets go get you saddled up."


A while later, Max rode on Aldorian, while Liz rode on Willow-Oak. The mare was the colour of two shades of brown mixed together creating a unique colour.

Max and Liz trotted sid by side to warm up and for Liz to get use to riding a horse again. Then once settled, they raced out across the countryside.

With the wind whipping past her face and blowing through her hair, Liz felt free. Free as a bird soaring in the clear blue sky. Free from the burden she carried on her shoulders; free of the painful torment that was her life. While riding Willow-Oak, her fears had been forgotten. It was like she was back in her own little safe world again.

A world she and Andrew use to share.

Liz galloped faster; Max tried toc atch up and called out to her to slow down s bit; but she didn't listen. Liz just pushed the horse to run faster, trying to run free of her pent up anger and frustration.

Max finally caught up with her and slwoed their horses down.

"Whoa. Easy there. Liz, are you all right?" he asked in concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you have tears running down your face."

Liz touched her cheeks. It was wet. She hadn't even noticed she'd been crying.

"oh."

It killed Max to see Liz in so much pain, so broken up inside. She needed a lot of healing, and he wanted to be the one to give her the strength and love to do so, but he feared that it wouldn't be enough; that the pain ran too far down, far too deep even for him to reach. But by god he would try. He felt a strange connection to this girl that he couldn't explain, and he wasn't about to abandon his protective instincts. She needed him, whether she knew it or not; and he would be there for her.

"Um, Max, can we go back? I'm feeling kinda tired."

"Of course."

Together they turned and trotted slowly back to the mansion.


TBC!! Ok, so feedback please! and I'll chat toy uo all when I get back Later!

Hi everyone, sorry about the wait, anyway, here's the next chpater. I still have loads to type up, but hope this chapter will sustain you until then


Let me know what you think!



Part 10

The next day, Sinclair knocked on the door to Max's study.

"Lord Maxwell, I have an important message from your mother." Sinclair handed Max the unopened letter.

When Max finished reading, he gave a weary sigh. He really didn't want to discuss his impending engagement to Tessaline. Truth be told, he didn't mind Tessaline, she seemed like a nice girl and they used to play together regularly when her family came to visit when they were litle. But no matter how much time they spent together, he simply couldn't bring himself to love her as a partner in life. The only love he could offer her was as a sister. He'd told her that numerous times, but she only seemed to half accept it. As Max had told his father many times that he will only marry when he was ready, for love and not because it would bring their kingdoms closer together; he would have to insist the same to his mother. If he didn't, he could lose control of the situation; but going to see his mother meant leaving Liz alone for the day.

Liz. Elizabeth.

Suxh a simple name for a girl full of secrets and intrigue. Max's mind began to wander. Even though he had only met her for a short while, already he'd felt a compelling connection to her. He felt as though he'd known her all his life, but yet at the same time didn't. It was mainly an inner feeling he felt. He'd been drawn to her from the day he found her on the road, but he'd dismissed the feeling. But seems Liz alrady knew him, or rather someone who looked similar to him, but even then, there were differences in similarities. Liz had totally freaked out when she first saw him.

Max rubbed his face with his hands and breathed out a sigh. The situation with Liz made his brain boggle.

After sitting there for 2 minutes, Max picked up the small bell that on the table and jingled it a few times.

Sinclair entered and gave a polite bow.

"Lord Maxwell."

"Sinclair, I will be away for the day, please ensure that Miss Elizabeth has everything she requires while I am away."

"Yes sir."

Max changed his clothes then went in search of Liz.

He found her in the lush flower garden sitting by the fountain. She had a fae off look on her face.

"Liz?"

"Hmm? oh hello Max." she replied looking up at him while shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

"Lovely weather isn't it?" Max began as he sat down beside her. He wasn't sure how Liz was going to take the news that he was going to be away for the day.

"It's perfect." Liz replied with a smile on her lips.

Max's heart gave a little leap, and he felt a warm tingle shoot through him. He loved to see her beautiful smile. It was so rare to see it, and he was happy that he was the one who made her smile.

"Listen Liz, I have some business to attend to, and will be away for most of the day. Is that all right with you?" Max nearly kicked himself for that last sentence. It's not like she had much of a choice.

Max watched the smile slip from her lips.

Liz looked down at her hands then looked up at him again, plastering a smile on her face.

"Yes, that's fine Max, I'll be all right. It's only for one day anywy. You go and do what you have to do."

He raised his hand to her cheek and caressed it.

"I've told Sinclair and the other servants to get you whatever you need while I am away."

Liz simply nodded.

"So when do you leave?"

"After I've said goodbye to you." Max hesitated, then added "Liz, please don't leave or run away while I am gone. I'd miss you terribly if you did, plus it's unsafe for you to be alone wandering around."

Liz looked into his golden amber eyes. They seemed ao sincere, like he meant every word he said, that he really did want her there. That he wanted her to stay.

"Don't worry Max, I'll be here when you get back."

Max stood up then took her hand in his and kissed it.

"I will see you later mademoiselle. And I'll try and be back before dinner time."

"Yes you will." Liz smiled at him, a real sparkling smile this time.

Max grinned then left.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After Max left, Liz sat out and sun-bathed for a while longer, then walked through the large flower garden. Liz picked a variety of her favourite flowers, then took them inside with her. Finding a crystal vase, she filled it with water then arranged the flowers neatly in it. Liz wandered around the house trying to find a suitable place to place them. After a while, Liz walked into Max's upstairs study and placed them on the table.

'Perfect' she thought.

Wandering around for a while, Liz soon got bored, so she went to look for one of the servants to talk to.

Liz found Maria mopping the floor in one of the hallways.

"Hello Maria."

Maria looked up from what she was doing and gave Liz a wide smile.

"Ah, Bonjour mademoiselle Elizabeth."

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, mademoiselle, I am quite all right. You don't need to do any work."

"No, really, let me help. I don't really have anything else to do, and Max isn't here for me to talk to."

"No, really mademoiselle, you are a guest, you don't need to work."

Liz was starting to get desperate, if she didn't do something, she was going to be bored out of her skull.

"No, please Maria, I have absoloutly nothing to do today."

Maria hesitated then spoke. "Mademoiselle, Lord Max will not like."

"Maria, do not worry, I'll just explain to Max that I got bored and decided to help out."

Maria had still wanted to say no, but there wasn't anything else she could say to Liz's insistance. She just hoped that Liz will have finished helping by the time Max got back.

Liz asked for some servants clothes to change into as she didn't want to ruin the dress she was wearing. After Liz changed, she went back down to meet Maria. She asked Maria what she needed help with. Maria gave her the simplest task. Dusting the place.

Liz and Maria chatted while they worked, before Liz knew it, it was dinner time.

And Max had still not returned.



TBC!!