Hello, Everybody! I started another story! I will try to finish the other ones I have written. I will be posting another chapter of Destiny soon, so be on the lookout for that. For those of you who are still waiting on a chapter of My Brother's Best Friend, I'm sorry. I've lost inspiration on that one. If you have any ideas, please feel free to send me a pm. I'll definitely consider them and may even be able to continue. Also, if you haven't read A Change in Time, I strongly suggest that you do.

Some things to know about this story are listed below:

-This story is meant to take place a long time ago, so the language might be strange at times

-Peyton is NOT a princess, her family is just extremely wealthy

-Peyton's best friend, Brooke, is equally as wealthy as her, and their families are close

That should be everything you need to know. Everything else should start to explain itself as the story goes on. Any other questions you can ask me in a pm. Anyway, read it and let me know what you think. Thank you!


"Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, this is the third time this week one of the assistants has caught you sneaking back into the house after dark," Larry Sawyer scolded.

"I know, Father," Peyton said looking down. "I'm terribly sorry. I promise it will not happen again."

"Peyton, you said that the last time. I have far too many things on my mind to be worrying about your whereabouts." He blew out a deep breath, her remaining silent. "That's why I've decided to do something about it. From now on, you will have someone with you wherever you go. I will not tolerate this behavior any longer."

"But, Father-"

"No buts, Peyton. I've given this plenty of thought, and you've had enough opportunities already." He silenced her with his eyes when she tried to speak again. "It's already been decided. The person I've hired will be here tomorrow morning. You can meet him then. I forbid any further discussion of this." He walked away, motioning for his servant to open the door. He turned back one more time. "Goodnight, Peyton. I shall see you in the morning."

Peyton watched her father leave the room and rolled her eyes. It was not her fault she left the house last night. Her best friend, Brooke Davis, was having a crisis and needed Peyton at her side. The other times, however, were all of her doing. She was not the partying type, but lately, she'd grown tired of lounging around the house all day. Sure it was more of a castle, and there were plenty of things to do, but Peyton didn't like having eyes on her wherever she was. Now, that was going to be the case everyday.

She stared around the room she was in. It was her father's library. He loved reading, and always handled his business in here. She stood up and told the servant, Henry, to let her leave the room. He obeyed and she headed straight for her room. Once there, she spread out onto her bed and heaved a sigh. The door opened again and the maid, Mia, walked in.

Mia and Peyton shared a thirteen year age difference, but Peyton and her were similar on many levels. Mia was not just a good person, but also one of Peyton's only friends here. The other servants chose her father over her, but Mia always agreed with Peyton. They would spend a lot of their time talking about Mia's husband who happened to be the cook there, Chase. Mia believed she was pregnant, and Peyton was the only one who knew.

"Hi, Mia," Peyton said, a smile immediately displaying on her face. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm very good, Peyton," she replied, sitting next to Peyton on the bed. "But I'm sure you are not. I've heard about what your father has decided as your consequence."

"Yes. Well, I should not let it bother me. His mind seems to have been made up." She looked at Mia. "Mia, you do not think of me as a troublemaker, do you?"

"Of course not! I just think your father is unsure of what to do, so he's doing the first thing that comes to mind. I'm sure that if you show him you are in no need of a babysitter everyday, he will allow you your freedom again." Mia noticed the look of consideration on Peyton's face. "Also, you know how stressed you father is about finding you someone to marry. He only wants the best and the news of your behavior might scare some of the men away."

"I don't want father to chose someone for me, Mia. I want to be able to decide for myself. I want to find what you found with Chase."

"I know, Peyton. I'm sorry things could not be different, I really do." Mia gave Peyton a sympathetic look.

"I think he's upset about Mother too," Peyton whispered. "She been dead for almost eight years. The anniversary of her death is next week. He tends to be a little unlike himself around this time."

"I'm sorry, Peyton. I know you think about her a lot as well. I can only wish that you understand she's in a better place."

"I do, Mia." Peyton let a tear escape from her tired eyes. She quickly wiped it away. "I think I should get some rest. Do you mind continuing this conversation another time?"

"No. Of course not," Mia said, leaving Peyton's side and walking towards the door.

"Just one more thing, Mia," Peyton said.

"Yes?"

"Have you met this person who shall be watching my every move from now on?"

"Yes, Peyton," she said, opening the door. "And he is very handsome."


Peyton awoke to find her dress for the day already sprawled out across her chair. The curtains had already been drawn back, and sunlight was pouring into the room. She stepped out of bed and began to dress herself. She buzzed Mia to come in and help her with final touches. Once she was all ready, she left the room.

"Peyton, your father is waiting for you in the library," Mia said. "And his 'guest' has arrived too."

"Thank you, Mia. That will be all," Peyton said with a smile.

She drew a deep breath and straightened herself. She lifted up the ends of her dress and began the descend down the stairs and to the library. She paused by the intimidating large, brown door, hearing her father's deep, throaty laugh. She turned the knob and walked in, spotting her father.

"Ahh, Peyton. Nice of you to join us. We were just having a talk about the books. Seems Lucas is a fan of them too," her father said, gesturing towards Lucas.

Lucas. Peyton said the name in her head. She loved the way it sounded. She turned toward the man that obtained the name, and her breath caught in her throat. He was the most handsome man she's ever laid eyes upon. He was tall- at least four inches taller than her- and medium built. He had sandy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Peyton," he said, extending his hand to her.

He surprised himself by speaking to her. When he heard about her, he just suspected another ordinary girl, but he was far from right. She was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. She was average height- maybe a little taller- and she had an amazing figure. She had long blonde hair and glowing green eyes.

"The pleasure's all mine, Lucas," she said, shaking his firm hand.

Lucas grasped the small, frail hand, and thought he'd never seen something so delicate before. When he released it, he found himself wishing he was still holding it.

"I'm glad you two have met," Larry said, oblivious to the tension between his daughter and his new employee. " I'm going to talk Lucas through his job and explain the rules. Peyton, if you wish to stay, you may take a seat. If not, I'm sure you'll be glad to know I'm still allowing you to see your friend, Brooke. She may come over, if you'd like."

"Yes. Thank you very much, Father. You have no idea how much this means to me," Peyton said, giving her father a hug.

"You know I'm always trying my best to please you, My Dear." He stopped Peyton just as she was about to leave. "Peyton, aren't you going to say goodbye to Lucas?"

"Yes. Of course," Peyton said. "Goodbye, Lucas. I look forward to future meetings with you."

"As do I, Peyton," Lucas said, grabbing her hand and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

She left, not sure if she'd be able to stand another second in there, and invited Brooke over. On her way upstairs, she ran into Mia.

"I told you he was handsome," Mia said with a smile.


Alright. What do you guys think? Let me know in a review. Depending on how much feedback I get, I will decide whether or not I should continue. So, if you do want me to continue, please leave me a review. If not enough people seem to enjoy it, I probably won't continue, so leave a review! Thank you :)