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Author's Note Inspiration from the movie "Ever After", the story "Snow" by Jen1703and the song "Dangerously in Love" by Beyonce. This is Jott with a little twist. There might be a little Loro later. If you enjoy reading this story I suggest reading Pinkchick's stories because they are very well-written and enjoyable. Please feel free to check out any of my other stories which are all X-men!!! : ) What can I say? I love it!!! Reviews are the most important thing to me so please review because it is the air that I breathe. No reviews, and you'll cut off my air supply. Thank you. Enjoy!!! And REVIEW!!!

Timeless

Chapter 1

Yellow streaks of the warm sunlight shone through the slightly open shutters. The sound of the chickens' calls could be heard through the bedroom windows on a peaceful Spring morning. The light peaked through and made its way onto the feathered pillow. Pieces of red were visible on the white pillow.

"Miss?" a light voice called from outside the large door. But the only response that sounded in the air was a moan. The knob slowly turned as the door opened and a woman wearing a white apron with a white neckerchief over her brown head walked in in a hurry. "Miss, wake up."

"Five more minutes Kitty," the young girl with her face under her pillow mumbled irritably. Kitty went over to the window and pushed the rich brown, with a mix of orange, curtains aside. She opened the shutters as the sunlight washed over the large bed, brown dressers, and colorful paintings.

"Child," the servant regarded the nine year old with a sigh, "your father wants to present a future queen of France to one of the most respectable men to the royal family."

"Leave me," the little girl said as she placed her tiny pale hands over her pillow and squeezed it harder over her long red hair.

"Princess Jean-Marie DeGreyon!" Katherine exclaimed as she uncovered the covers slowly from the top of her body. Katherine then lifted the pillow from her tiny head and hugged the pillow as she gave the little girl a long stare.

"Alright, alright!!!" the girl said with a laugh as she turned her thin body over and uncovered her glittering green eyes from under her tangled red hair. Kitty gave her a genuine smile and Jean smiled back the same. She watched the woman who practically raised her walk over to her casket of clothes and pull out a beautiful pale green dress. The sleeves were laced with yellow string and the front was cut in a V, with white under it. The sleeves flowed outwards down the arms like waterfalls. "You always know what I love."

"Yes, and I also have decent sense in clothing for a beautiful little princess," Katherine said with a smile as she started dressing her with the other servants who walked in minutes later. "Now, off you go," Katherine said as she lightly tapped her rear and watched her head out the door to join her father.

Jean hurried out of her large bedroom and past the stairs that the servants always used. Ever since she was caught going down those steps by her mother she was ridiculed and lectured of all the reasons not to go down them. Jean did not question her mother's requests and tried to stop wondering of the reasons why. Whatever her mother told her she would do because she was an elder and most importantly, she wanted to gain her respect. Truth be told, Kitty was more like her mother than her biological one has ever been. Kitty fed her, taught her, and knew her so well.

Jean twirled her thick red hair around her tiny finger and tightened the tiny ponytail on the top of her hair. She went down the long, red carpeted staircase and tapped her father on his back. "There you are," King Jonathon DeGreyon said with a small smile as he patted his daughter's hair. Her mother, Queen Elaine DeGreyon, turned to her and led Jean to walk in front of her.

The three of them walked outside the palace doors that, Jean believed, were as tall as the sky. They adjourned to the courtyard that contained neatly cut green grass and bushes with concrete laid atop of the earth's dirt for them to walk on. Over the low bushes was an empty land area full of blossoming flowers, tall trees, and grass that looked as if it led to the horizon. "Mother," Jean said before their company arrived. "Why is it so important for me to meet these people?"

"No silly questions Jean-Marie," the queen said with her head held high in the air.

The king looked down at his daughter with more understanding eyes than her mothers. "Dear, their ten year old son, Duncan Mathewette. You are to betroth him."

"Father, what does betroth mean?" Jean asked with confusion.

"You will understand when you are older," her mother answered lightly as she put on a smile when their company arrived.

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A yawn that had been hiding finally escaped the mouth of the extremely bored nine year old. The words that these people spoke made no sense to her and every time she tried to pay attention more questions would enter her mind.

She had pondered the thought of asking the little boy with blonde hair to play with her but he looked so poised. His white nose was stuck in the air and his blue eyes showed no enthusiasm towards anything around him. He was beginning to annoy her when he called the servants back and forth to fetch him what he needed. She knew that he got what he wanted, when he wanted. That also applied to her because of the job description that she held, but she was not as stuck up in the sky as he was.

"Good morning," a calm voice spoke from behind as Jean's head popped up and her green eyes grew wider.

"Grandfather!" she exclaimed as she got up from the breakfast table, ignoring the daggers she felt coming from her mother, and ran into Charles DeGreyon's wrinkled arms. He held a cane in his arms, but he still made exceptions to let go for a little bit to hug his beautiful granddaughter. He struggled to hold her up in his arms, so he set her down quietly as she kissed his bald head. "Please tell me that you are…… I mean," Jean abruptly stopped to clear her throat as she noticed her mother's satisfied face from the corner of her eyes. "Will you be joining us for breakfast today?"

"Of course my dear," he said with warmth in his blue eyes as she led him over to the table. She smiled at him widely before her innocent smile disappeared when her father's voice boomed towards the empty land behind the bushes they were sitting next to.

"You there! Stop boy! Stop!" King John exclaimed as he pointed his finger towards the boy and turned to his guards to run after him. The boy, who was far off in the empty field, stumbled over his feet for a second but regained balance and ran through the flowers and grass.

"Oh that boy!" Queen Elaine exclaimed shortly, half to herself. She turned to her guests, smiled softly, and let out a small laugh. "This is the third year he has managed to sneak his way to our land in the Spring and pick our flowers and eat the fruits from our trees."

"The flowers seem to be blossoming more beautifully this year than any other," Charles said with a small nod. He turned to the servants who were standing to the corners prepared for any work and favors needed. "You have done a wonderful job of keeping the fields clean."

"Yes, well," Duncan's mother began as she patted her black hair net making sure every strand of her light brown hair was in place. "What were we saying before the interruption."

"Oh my dear, I was saying……" Queen Elaine began before she was interrupted by Charles.

"Where is Jean?"

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The boy with chestnut hair ran with increasing speed away from the guards that were designed with fancy clothes and equipped with weapons. He wanted to laugh at the situation. He had outrun two grown and trained guards, and he was only nine years old-going on ten. He had outrun them until now. They were inches away from catching him by what used to be his white blouse.

What were they going to do to him now? He has been coming here when the springtime bloomed for the past three years and not once had he gotten caught. But today was different.

He felt fingertips on the bottom of his thin back and he let out a scream. A scream that sounded like a girl's. He ignored his confused thoughts and kept running past the gate. He closed the small side gates behind him and ran to the side of the pathway full of white rocks and into the forest. Good thing this was not the main entrance, then he was sure he would have gotten caught.

His blue eyes watched from behind the tree he had fell behind. He saw a red-headed girl on the ground in a nice green dress. The guards were helping her up with caution. She smiled at them with thanks as they seemed like they were questioning her. They looked behind them to see emptiness as the boy hid himself behind the tree. A minute later they exited the surroundings, leaving the girl who he had realized was the one who screamed.

She approached the closed gates and put her tiny hands on the metal poles. She squinted her glittering green eyes from the sun. "Hello?" she asked with an echo in her sweet voice. The boy peeked out from the tree slightly. She gave him a friendly smile and gently picked up the flowers that had fallen from his hands. She leaned her hand in forward to give them to him.

He slightly blushed at the flowers he had been picking. "They are for my mother," he finally spoke.

"That was completely brave of you," Jean said with enthusiasm when she felt comfort in the silence between them.

"Me?" the boy said as he brushed his small hands through his falling hair. "Well, I did see the guards chewing on something before they came after me." Jean laughed lightly following the boy's smile. "Are you alright?"

"You half-wit!" Jean exclaimed, to her surprise, with laughter. "It was a distraction for you to escape." The boy looked at her with admiration at her wit.

"Do you want to play with me?" the boy asked as Jean's lips let a wide smile escape. Finally, someone who wanted to play with her. She nodded her head and opened the gates to walk up to the friendly boy.

"I'm Jean-Marie DeGreyon. What is your name?"

"Scott Alex Somers."

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"Betroth," Jean murmured to herself quietly as she sat in one of the corners of the large library of the palace, next to a small iron window with clear glass. She held a book that was thick in width, but small in length.

Her small finger flipped through the pages with tiny words on it. She followed all the words beginning with "B" until she came upon the one she knew was familiar to her ears. "Betroth."

Betroth (bi troth', -troth'), v.t., -trothed, -troth-ing. 1. To arrange for the marriage of. 2. Archaic. to promise to marry.

Jean read it aloud to herself and gulped down the saliva that had built up in her mouth. "That is a funny thing to promise."

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