A/N: Thank you for the reviews I will get round to editing chapter 2 when I have time! I really appreciate all your tips and encouragement as I do like writing and I want to improve. I'm planning to make robin manlier now though, haha! :D

-Just edited Robins part - he was OOC. Probably because im not used to writing with other peoples characters haha :3-

~Chapter 3 – The countryside~

(Robin's POV)

Knock knock.

Robin jumped, woken from his daydream, and then immediately relaxed. He looked up to the door and smiled when the servant girl entered with a glass of water on a tray. "Your drink, Sir Robin." She said quietly, resting the tray on the table. "I do hope you're feeling better, sir." She then began to leave the room, but turned and stood at the door.

"Im fine." He snapped, annoyed how the girl seemed to act like he was a wimp. Robin sat up properly and sipped the water. It was two days ago that his father had hit him and he was completely fine, but the servant had a tendency to worry too much. She was now standing by the door, staring at him with squinty green eyes. A lot of the girls around ended up falling for Robin, with his good looks. Mary was pretty, he had to admit. But he felt no attraction to any of the girls in the De Noir castle, and the village girls were nothing that special either to be honest. He was nothing like his friend Joseph, who happened to be the flirtiest person Robin had ever met. He would whistle at every girl who walked past- servant or not. Noticing that Mary was still there, Robin waved a hand to dismiss her impatiently. She nodded and scurried out, closing the door behind her.

Before she had come in, Robin had been thinking. He was desperate to impress his father, as he had been seen as a failure for his whole life. It wasn't that he actually failed at everything he did; it was just that his father had hardly any love for him. Sighing, he thought of his mother. He had never met her. She died giving birth to him, and that was his theory for why his father hated him so much. It wasn't his fault though, was it? He knew his father blamed him. It was quite obvious by the way he was treated by the cruel but powerful man. He went back to leaning his back and head against the wooden headboard of his bed and closed his eyes, laying a hand over the bruise on his stomach. Robin often fought back if his father hit him, but he was at a disadvantage that night from being tired after being chased by that stupid demon dog! Coeur De Noir probably gave up after a minute because he knew he would need his son.

Moon Princesses were always difficult, and Coeur would need all the help he could get if he was to capture her. The moon princess would be arriving today, probably in a posh carriage. He wondered what she would be like. Probably a posh knob, who hated the forest and would request to be carried instead of walk on the ground. She would probably be weak as well. A Merryweather. Ugh. Robin hated to even be near the manor, let alone have to deal with the stupid Moon Princess.

"That's it!" Robin suddenly yelled. He knew what to do. He would take his men down to the gate of Moonacre, and they would await the carriage that carried the Merryweather girl. He knew that Digweed would have to stop to open the gate, and that was his chance to jump up onto the carriage and try to pull the girl out. It would be terribly risky, but he had to try. He smiled to himself, pleased. He looked up at the coat of arms on the wall opposite his bed. It was dark and sinister, with a black lion. He was proud to be a cunning De Noir. Just at that moment, a tall boy burst into the room. His long blonde hair was sticking up all over the place and his sharp but attractive face was red from running.

"Robin, Digweed left for London four hours ago! They shall be here soon!" He panted, leaning against the door in exhaustion. Robin jumped to his feet, and ushered the boy out of his dark room.

"Joseph. Go and get Isaac and Paul, I have a plan to get the princess." Robin smiled, a sly glint in his chestnut brown eyes.

(Adela's POV)

The journey dragged on, and the gentle bumpiness of the road slowly rocked Adela to sleep, but she kept waking up with a start. She kept expecting to be cuddled up in her four poster bed with white soft duvets and many pillows. But she wasn't. She was sitting awkwardly in the back of a carriage, her head resting on Miss Heliotrope's shoulder. "This is officially the longest journey I have ever been on!" She sighed, rubbing her eyes hard and sitting up straight. Miss Heliotrope nodded in agreement, as she peered through her spectacles at the yellowing pages of a large book. How she could read on such a bumpy journey, Adela didn't know. The countryside was slowly folding out in front of her eyes, the round hills with tall grass swaying softly in the wind. There were a few trees dotted here and there, and Adela gasped in surprise when she saw a large, four legged creature with white skin with black splodges. It was a cow- living in London all her life meant she never saw one in real life. "Miss Heliotrope, look, look! It's a cow! Oh not just a cow, many cows!" She gasped, pulling Miss Heliotropes sleeve so she had to look up and see.

"Ah yes, cows, how… dirty." She stuttered, gazing at them in disgust. One was particularly close to the dusty road, standing by the wooden gate. It looked up and mooed lazily at them as they past, and Miss Heliotrope jumped back in her seat in shock. Adela giggled at her governess; Miss Heliotrope absolutely hated anything apart from humans that moved. This meant no pets for Adela. She didn't really mind to be honest; she could have gone to Madeline's house to see Benny. She knew that the countryside would be full of animals, oh how amused she would be at Miss Heliotropes reaction to all of them!

Would her Uncle Benjamin have any pets? She hoped so. She had never met him. She didn't even know he existed until recently, her father had never even mentioned him in the whole 14 years of her life. Well, he might have before she could listen and understand. But the question that was nagging her was what would he look and be like? Would he be like her father, tall but slightly large, with a stern face? He could be the complete opposite. She knew he must be kind. He had taken her in, so of course he was nice. Or had he just done it to look good? Perhaps he was strict. Adela didn't really like to follow rules. "Ugh!" Adela groaned, her head hurting from all the worrying.

Henry had always called Adela a worry pot, and always told her to relax. He was the older brother of Madeline, and Adela despised him. It wasn't that he had ever done anything to make her hate him, he was just particularly unpleasant. Henry Ashmore. He was a tall, good looking boy with black hair that framed his face perfectly, and made his ocean blue eyes stand out even more. He was a selfish boy who thought he was better than everybody else, but Adela's father liked Henry a lot. He would invite him to dinners and parties, and always make sure Adela sat next to him or danced with him. She knew Henry liked her, much more than a friend. He was the sort to make no secret of it. Being the tricky girl she was, Adela would find some way to annoy him, whether it be spilling her drink on his newly bought white button up shirt or 'accidently' stepping on his toes. She would never consider being with him, ever. Perhaps that was one good thing about leaving London, she wouldn't see that snobby boy again. "Miss Heliotrope, I need to get my mind off of everything." Adela sighed, adjusting her skirts.

Miss Heliotrope searched about in her big bag for a moment, before pulling out some needles. "There is only one thing left to do on a journey like this." She sighed, handing a pair to Adela.

"Classic French Needle Point." They said simultaneously, and began knitting.