Ok, here is another story. Im going to write a sequal of the Fox Island...but while I'm doing that I decided to start another story. Inspiration comes best in dreams.

Chapter one: Betrothed.

"Miss.?" The drudge asked me. "Miss.? Your bath is ready." I still didn't reply. "Very well, Miss. If you need anything, just call for one of us." Still didn't speak. As soon as she left I picked up the glass rose that Markus had given me as a betrothal preasant, and threw it across my apartments. It shatterd on the stone wall and the million pieces fell to the floor.

"That is what I think of you." I said aloud, and went to take my bath.

Here I was. In the court of Queen Anne. About to be married to the one man I hated with a passion. It was all my parents doing. Maria and George were power happy, and if I didn't marry a Count at least, I was nothing. So, the managed to get me betrothed to a monster. But what did they care? The monster was an Earl. My family is a somehwat decendant from the Howards, who were related to Queen Elizabeth I. But his brach never really took off. So they had to marry me. My brother, Edward was now a Marquis, and my parents were quite pleased.

And yet. Still here I was. I was a lady-in-waiting for Queen Anne. She had taken a liking for me. For my "wit" and "charm". Yes, I had wit and charm, but so did every other coutier in the whole court. I think she was just lonely.

I got out after a half an hour and decided to see my "betrothed", hoping againts hope that I could make him call it off. I dressed carefully. In a spended gown of rich green velvet, I made my way to his apartment.

At the door however, I was stopped. "His Grace is not well." Mr. Lopez said to me.

"Well, I will help him in any way I can." I said in my sweet courtier voice.

"He wishes not to see anyone, m'lady." I pushed passed him and barged into his rooms. I almost passed out at the sight.

It wasn't gory, it wasn't scary, It wasn't anything like that. It was just plain wrong.

"What?" Markus asked coming towards me. "Why do you stare?" His whole enterage went quite, and the music died away. "What? What duex?" I blinked, and tried not to laugh, or throw up. "What is it?" He asked again.

I said in a monotounus tone: "Your wearing a dress, my lord."

"Yes, yes. I am wearing a dress, Yes. Just like my mother, my sister, and you. I only wear them, in private. Or with my close friends." I raised an eyebrow. He was wearing a black silk and ermine trimed dress, with a white petticoat. After I sized him up, I turned on my heal. As I was going out the door, Mr Lopez came to me. "Madame, let me explain." I stopped at gave him a shrewed look.

"Non. I understand everything." I said in French. He sighed and went back into the rooms. I ran to the queens rooms, hoping she could at least call off the wedding.

"Ah, Coralie" She said as I walked in and bowed the customary three times. "Rise. What is it?"

"Your magesty, I was hoping, wondering, wishing that you can call off my wedding." I said in a rush, standing up.

"You do not like your betrothed? He is a fine man, and you would be wife to an Earl." I shook my head.

"I cannout marry him, your magesty. Markus is not...all there, Your Magesty." She nodded.

"Was he wearing a dress?" She asked a gleam in her eyes.

"Oui, how did you know?"

"Oh, I walked in on him before. I never thought to tell you. I thought you knew."

"It seems that everyone knew, but me." I was going to add something else, except that a man waltz into the queens rooms. He walked right up to her, and didn't even bow! He just stood there, with a...alright, I admitt it, a sexy smile.

"Ah. Captain. I would like you to meet my favorite little maid, Coralie(pronouced coral-lie). Coralie, this is Captain Sparrow. He is my fool." I drew my head back. A fool? This man looked like a pirate.

"Ah, Anne, you are too kind. I am no fool. Just meerly one who likes to jest. Pleased to meet you." He said, and swept a hauty bow.

"Indeed." I said stifly.

"Coral, Mr. Sparrow has been a guest at my court for a while now. I like to call him my fool, or jester, not because he is one, but because he makes me laugh. Espesially with his stories about Port Royal, Jamcia...Have you been there?" I shook my head, but this time Mr. Sparrow interjected.

"Youve never been to Port Royal? Why its a very exciting place. There are armed men everywhere! And you cant breathe without getting thrown in the brig." He made wide gestures with his hands.

"Sounds, nice." I said, slightly interested.

"Oh, well if you like the sound of that, wait till you hear about Tourtuga! Now with that place no man ever goes...," But the queen stopped him before I found out what no man ever goes without.

"Mr. Sparrow! Coralie hasn't been out of court. She does not want to hear of this town where pirates are the law, and the guilty."

"Your Magesty, with all due respect, I would like to hear this mans tales. I do not think my life has been as shelterd as you make it out to be. I was raised in court, Your Magesty, so I am not all that innocent to the ways of this world." The queen looked taken aback by my small speech, but she recoverd and smiled.

"Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; do noble things, not dream the all day long." I gasped.

"Your Magesty, are you doing, what I think you are?" I breathed.

"You are forthwith, banished from court. You are not to step foot inside my castle, and no man in this court shall marry you. including Monsiuer Markus." She said with a smile on her lips. Then she turned to Mr. Sparrow. "Take her, will you? I think she should like to see Port Royal, and Tourtuga. Make her part of your crew. I shall make sure that you are not hunted by the English." Mr. Sparrow bowed, and held an arm out to me. I gingerly took it.

"Be gone with you! Away from my court!'' The queen said in mock anger. And I walked out with a man I barely knew.