AN: Okay, so Phoenixtears31 has asked me to take over her story To Love an Enemy, and so I am so excited to do that. Please read and review, and don't worry, this is just an opener, I promise, Zammie will be in here!

A love affair, secret from the world....

A promise, broken unintentionally....

A vow of revenge, carried on through the ages....

Gillian Gallagher's Personal Diary, December 10, 15th winter

Can't sleep. Thoughts are racing through my mind, blurring to fast to see. But he's always in them. Someone's coming. I must go now.

Gillian Gallagher's Personal Diary, July 3rd 16th summer

Papa has promised my coming of age ball to be soon. Since Mama died this past winter, I've taken over many of the household duties. That includes sending out invitations!! I'm so very excited. I've waited so long for this moment, when I'll come out in all my splendor and beauty. Marie McHenry has promised to come over to help me prepare. She's so talented and knowledgeable in the latest trends, and a loyal and trusting friend. I know Papa hopes that I will take a fancy to Marie's older brother, Michel McHenry. will surely be a catch for any young woman, I'm sure. He is the heir to one of the biggest politicians in the colonies, although he is a supporter of the redcoats. But never mind. Papa says that it is foolish for a woman to get involved with politics. It's not our place in the world. Oh, it angers me so when Papa says things like that. Woman should be given an equal chance in every aspect. Education, politics, government.... Love. He would agree with me though. We talk when he comes to visit me, often through the night as we lie, huddled together in my bed. It grows ferociously cold during the nights. I fear the day when Papa should come to know about us. But it is as if I have not the slightest control over myself. Honor, tradition and propriety dictate that what I am doing is enough to have me killed. Yet, love and passion lead me into the other direction. What's a poor girl to do? Harriet has just arrived to me. It's a letter from my father. I shall leave you now.

Later.

Ooh! Papa is such a darling, little old man! He's prepared the date of the ball to be next fortnight! Oh diary! Just think! In two weeks, my Beloved and I may announce to the world our plan!

Gillian Gallagher's Personal Diary, July 17th, 16th summer

Oh, this day has taken a sour turn! My ball had started out just fine. Of course, I wasn't so happy, because Brian Blackthorne had sent a telegram earlier. His carriage had a broken wheel, and he wouldn't arrive till late. He'd said that he was excited to hear my news. So, I waited impatiently for my beloved to turn up when Papa asks for a moment. He too has a news to share. Clearing his throat, Papa raised his cup in a toast. "I am most please to announce," Papa uttered in his gravelly voice, "The engagement of my daughter, Gillian Gallagher, to a wonderful friend, Michel McHenry." Oh diary, you couldn't imagine how terrible I felt at this point! But then we heard the great wooden doors of the Great Hall slam shut, and there, standing in the midst of our "celebration" was my one true love. Mr. Blackthorne's face seemed considerably pale, but quickly regained its color. Smiling tightly, he spoke in a loud voice. "I'm terribly sorry. My carriage wheel was broken." His eyes scanned the room before settling on mine. Oh diary! Then he said those heart chilling words. "I'm glad I arrived in time for the huge news." His eyes bore into my soul, smoldering with pain and hurt. There was a pause in the room before he spoke again. "Congratulations to the happy couple." That's when I let the tears burst forth. My dear friends gathered around me, and I could only sob harder. Poor darlings thought I was crying from happiness.

Later, I was in an abandoned hallway, when the sound of footsteps reached me. I stiffened, and turned around, shocked, yet comforted at the sight of my beloved.

"Brian," I had whispered helplessly. His green eyes were cold and he spoke stiffly and swiftly. "Congratulations Miss Gallagher. I've just come to say that I'm moving up north, perhaps to New York, to build a school for boys. It will specialize in such things that our government is looking for. Spies." He had hissed the last word. His eyes showed just the briefest glimpse of pain and anger, before freezing again. "Your company has been most satisfying these past few years, and I wish you all the best in your new life." He turned to walk away. At this point, tears were sliding down my face unabashedly, and I could manage only this. "Will you ever return?" Brian paused, and began to look behind his shoulder, but jerked his chin back. "No, but remember this. My scorned love will be avenged!" he managed to choke out, before hurrying away. I immediately fled the scene dear diary, and now I am here, writing to you. I think I have calmed down, and am thinking rationally. I'll marry Michel McHenry. I'll start my own school for spies. For girl spies. It shall rival Brian's school, and soon the whole world will know the power of females. I will do it. Brian's vow echoes in my mind though. I can only fear for the future of my school, and the students it will house. But oh diary! As my resolve is fading, and fear is striking my very core, I have a last confession to make. Oh dear diary! I fear I am pregnant....

AN: So, what did you think? Good? Bad? Read and Review Please! Also, if anyone was confused by what was mean by 15th winter or 16th summer, that meant she was 15 years old or 16 years old. Also, sorry if I got any dates wrong. I'm not the biggest history buff. :)