A/N: I got into college guys, and I'm so excited but I will miss high school. In the UK we go to school after year 11, so at 16 we go to college. University is our equivalent to US's College. Okay here is chapter 3. And sorry that I posted the wrong chapter, thank-you IcyFairy for noticing that.

Chris and David were not stupid, and they weren't paranoid either. They knew that eventually that the children's past would come and haunt them all, they knew that the only way they could escape and survive was to change their names and keep to themselves. Had to raise nine kids on their own, protect and ensure that the heirs to the throne survived. It hadn't been an easy 14 years, had to move every-so often when people got to curious, began to suspect them. George and Amelia were the oldest of the children, so they helped as much as they could with Carlos and Jonathon. Rumours followed them where-ever they went, that they were criminals on the run. That Chris and David were 'together' which earned quite a few harsh whispers and that they had kidnapped the nine children to become parents. Every lie was just as strange as the last.

David was the more maternal of the two, he was the one who dealt with the tears and the nightmares, but Chris he taught them lessons, sword fighting. Did what he had promised his old love, his love for Sara never faded just changed, he knew that he could never be with her, he knew that but it didn't make it any easier though after 14 years maybe even longer he understood that he didn't love her… not in that way, he had hoped things would have changed. It hadn't…but now he loved her as a sister.

The voice of Sara's daughter broke him out of his thoughts, she smiled up at him. Her green eyes looking into his gold. "We don't blame you, you know." She said simply, she sounded so much like her mother, her face, her eyes, she looked like a younger version of Sara except she had dark hair and her father's spirit and nose.

"What?"

"We don't blame you for not staying behind and helping my mother. I often stay awake at night and wonder why my mother never came with us. It's because she was the Queen and running away would have made the people lose hope in the royal family. The only regret I have is that she may be dead. Carlos may never know his parents and he is a troubled lad, he needs their guidance."

"Thanks, but I do blame myself, I think David does also, he owed her his life. I wish that Black and Philippe had been executed instead of being thrown into prison. We wouldn't be running for our life and your parents may have lived. I've given you hope that the king and queen are alive but as each day passes I become more certain that they were killed, that the French and Jewelina rulers were murdered."

"You have to have hope." George said from beside him, carrying a heavy bag on his shoulders, "where are we headin'? Not many places where we can go, why can't we just storm the castle now and regain my rightful place on the throne?"

"George!" Amy, his twin snapped, she glared at him.

"No, he's right we should go to the capitol and regain what we have lost. However you know we can't, we would be out-numbered and easily over-come. Only way we would win is if we somehow found musketeers and guards that are still loyal to the throne." Chris agreed softly, he glanced over at Jewel and Carlos they were yawning and barely keeping their eyes open. Knowing they couldn't stop. Chris smiled and paused, he told the twins he would be right back and transformed into horse-form. He rarely did so now-a-days, too dangerous. Drew a lot of attention.

Christmas trotted over to the young children and gestured for them to get on his back, they gladly accepted and quickly started to snore. He moved over to the twins once more, and continued their conversation.

"Easier said than done, we can't trust anyone, and finding willing people is near impossible. And Lorraine and Jonathon, we should not be the only ones to get back their kingdom. If we do decide to do this, they should go back to France and find followers and the rebels who have not pleaded their loyalty to these dictators." Amy vowed.

Lorraine walked behind the rest of their little group, lost in her own thoughts. 14 years to the day, the day when her life changed forever. It had been like any-other evening, her father, mother and brother all together discussing what had happened that day. Corrine had been telling Jonathon a story whist Louis, her clever and inventive father was showing the young princess a new toy. She held it gently in her hand. She sat in Louis's lad and played with the toy doll.

"Papa," she had said, looking up at him with her wide eyes, "she looks like mama, her blonde hair and pink dress." Her father had smiled and patted her head lovingly, he then pulled a key from his pocket and placed it in the lock on the doll's back and winded it up. The doll began to sing softly. She had laughed and looked at her mother who was laughing softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy in her lap.

It hadn't lasted long of-course, there had been a loud crash and bang. Corrine and Louis had shared a look before jumping into action. The queen drew her sword and Louis ordered the children to stay here, giving Lorraine the responsibility of looking after her brother. Larraine was not foolish she knew about the war in her cousin's country, their war against a very dangerous man called Viktor Black. She glanced at her brother, and wondered if this was an attack similar to what Sara was dealing with.

To the princess it seemed that her parents had only left seconds before but soon realised that it had been 45 minutes and began to worry, she woke her brother and carried him in the search for her parents. She hadn't got far, a man stopped her. She was a princess, a daughter of the musketeer Queen she would not be scared by him. She looked around for a weapon and spotted a candle. She lunged for it and hit the man in the knee than on the head all whilst holding her brother.

Corrine ran around the corner and spotted her two children, she glared at her daughter but before she could scold her, there was another attack. She defeated him easily, and held her daughters hand and held Jon to her chest. "We will discuss this later." She warned.

She had not known that that would be the last memory of her parents, before she was sent away, the last thing her father had said to her and her mother. She wasn't the crying type but a single tear did fall, if she ever saw the man who ruined her life she would kill him. Because of him she had gone from France to Jewelina to a new country, Italy who seemed to be allies with the new dictators. And Amy and George were the only ones who knew Italian. She hated Philippe, hated anyone who destroyed her life.

"Lorraine?" her brother asked, he looked at her, he was so much shorter and younger than her that she sometimes forgot that he would be king and not she who would rule France. She didn't mind, she would only be on the throne if, god forbid her brother died. She rather spend her time training with her friends to be a musketeer like her mother before her.

"Are you okay?" He asked. And she was not, put would never say that aloud.

"Of course. Yes." Lorraine forced her muscled into a smile. The princess had a sneaky feeling that her 15 year old brother did not believe her. He had barely started to walk when they attacked and here he was 14 years later.