I selected a good horse for George to ride home on. I took the chestnut horse out of the barn and saddled it for him. I did not see George at breakfast that morning, nor did he come to lunch. I sighed and decided that I better go check up on him.

I knocked on the door and entered the room. I saw George looking out the window, his hands folded behind his back. He turned around and gave me a placid look. I looked at him confused.

"Why do you look at me like that?" I said as I walked over to the lounge chair and sat down. He gave me a you-should-already-know look. I looked down at the ground.

"I do not want to go and you are forcing me." He said angrily. I gave him a sympathetic look and got up. I looked at my hands while I was speaking.

"You know (sigh) You know that you and my brother will never get along. It really is for the best." I said quietly as I turned around to avoid those pleading blue eyes.

"Or is my departure just for your sake?" George said hotly. I turned around to protest, George took a hold of my arms. "Do not deny that there is something between us. Don't you want something between us?" George said as he searched my eyes for a response.

"Yes I do want something between us………A continent." I hissed as I tried to walk away George pulled be back and kissed me full on. My first reaction was to pull him away, but my body was screaming to stay. He licked my bottom lip, demanding entrance into my mouth. I complied letting his questing tongue in. He pulled away after a few minutes. I was breathing heavily, and my lips swollen.

"Goodbye Victoria." He said as he walked out of the room. I was left standing there in utter shock. I wiped my mouth and looked out the window. George mounted the horse and rode away. I leaned against the wall and breathed heavily like I was going to faint.

(Next day)

I walked down the stairs to breakfast; the manor looked beautiful as the morning sun peered in. Everything looked like a normal day except with the absence of George, things seemed, well more boring. But then I heard some laughter coming from the parlor. I was about to go and find out, but then I stopped dead in my tracks thinking about how last times' visit to the parlor turned out horrid. I walked the other way to the dining area. But when I arrived, no one was present. It was odd not to see any of my family around the table. I contemplated going back upstairs but then I heard my name being called down the hall. I reluctantly went down to the parlor where I saw my family and the Meyers family. I gulped and walked forward. My father came and put and arm around me.

"My daughter you remember the Meyers?" He asked cheerfully.

"Yes I do. Good morning to all of you." I said politely, trying to hide the bitterness that was threatening to come out.

"You remember my son Jason?" Mrs. Meyers said as she made a hand gesture to where he was sitting. I looked over in his direction and gave him a fake smile. He gave a dashing smile right back.

"How can I forget? It is nice to see you again Mr. Meyers." I said softly. Jason kissed my hand, his lips lingered on my hand for a minute and then he released it.

"Mr. Meyers is my father. Please call me Jason, and the pleasure is all mine." Jason said as he held his arm out for me to take hold of. Not wanting to be rude I reluctantly took a hold of it and he brought me to the couch where he was seated prior to my arrival.

"So we are all in agreement that the wedding will take place in two weeks." My father said as he poured some tea and handed it to me. I turned a bit pale and looked down. Jason realized it and grasped my hand.

"Are you alright my love?" he asked worriedly. I looked at him and gave him a weak smile.

"Quite alright, it is just that it is so soon and there is almost no time to plan." I said pretending to actually worry about the wedding's appearance. My father laughed, so did the rest of the family.

"My darling should not worry of such things, there is time to plan. And the most important thing is to be married as soon as possible." Jason said as he put his hand on my thigh. I gave him a confused look and then looked down.

"If you do not mind me for asking…..why are we in such a hurry?" I said a little confused. But on the inside I was outraged. I did not want to marry I man that I have only met twice. But I was born into extreme wealth. And with the sweets, comes the sours. Jason laughed and squeezed my thigh a little tighter; I let out a yelp.

"Is it such a crime for me to want to marry you as soon as possible?" He said innocently. I knew that he was just acting, but I gave him a weak smile anyway.

"No….. No I suppose it is not." I said quietly.

"George!" Amelia cried out as she ran to greet her husband. George dismounted his horse and accepted Amelia's hug.

"Hello Amelia. How is the child?" George said as he looked and Amelia's swollen stomach. She looked at her stomach and then beamed back at him.

"Oh it grows. But never mind about me…….. Where have you been?" She asked as she led him into her broken down house. George went and sat in the corner and then she sat in the rocking chair opposite him.

"A woman found me on the battle field and took me in; I think you know her…. Victoria Mordret?" George said nonchalantly. Amelia's eyes widened.

"My best friend Vicky! Oh that is Delightful; you two get along?" Amelia asked smiling at him. George contemplated that in his mind for a second.

"Mildly……. I am sure that we would not be hostile towards each other if we met again." George said as he looked towards the ground.

"Great! I thought since you two had the same personalities that you might not like one another." Amelia said as she began to knit her scarf. George gave her a weak smile.

"It does not matter since I probably won't be seeing much of her." George said as he tapped his fingers on his knee.

"I disagree, there are rumors about her marring Jason Meyers, and if we are good friends as I thought we are then I will be getting an invitation, of course you would be welcomed to come as my husband."

"Ah yes I suppose so."

"Of course you would tend the wedding would you?" Amelia asked as she looked up from her scarf. George put on a fake smile.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."