Hey everyone, I am soo sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have a really good excuse, you see my school sucks, no really it does. Cause sophomores have to take a ton of tests and finally they're over. Well I still have to take a history one when I go back to school next Wednesday, but no big deal. Then I've also been working a lot lately and haven't been in the mode to write, but guess what? I'm getting a car for my sixteenth birthday, which is in July 13 and I soo can't wait. :D Hope you guys like this chapter, I've finally gotten over my writer's block for this chapter. Yay me:DD
After pulling away from Remy at the last moment Rogue speeded off into the forest with her body on autopilot and her mind on their 'almost kiss'. Just the thought of how close, and how much she wanted to kiss him made her cheeks grow hot. Then the reality of it hit her, he's a prince and she's nothing more than a women with no memory. Mercy even said he had a lot of women, but he never kept them around for very long. 'He gets bored of 'em et says dey weren' worth anyt'ing.' mentioned Mercy earlier. She also said that Remy lost his mother when he was young and of course Remy told her he lost a female friend of his not long before that.
So the answer is simple; he doesn't want to lose anymore women in his life, so he won't get close to any of them. Just thinking that made Rogue pulled back the reins and Angel slowed down to a stop. For some reason Rogue knew this was wrong, everything about her situation and Remy's was wrong. He's a good man, he should have just as good of a life. Too bad Rogue can't say the same thing for herself since, she has no idea who she is, but what difference does it make? On teh day of teh new moon, in teh month of rain, wehn teh yellow star glows brightly in teh darken sky. Teh one deemed worthy will take a stand and tehn teh one wish their heart holds dearly will be granted. That's the only thing Rogue can remember from her childhood, an old lady with covered eyes telling her this and wishing her luck in her future.
With Rogue's attention gone as she stared up at the clear blue sky, she didn't notice Remy ride up behind her and reach for her shoulder. Rogue jumped at his action, not knowing what was going on and she fall off Angel. She braced herself for the painful impact, but surprisedly it never came; just the warmth of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Rogue opened her eyes and found herself looking deeply into Remy's unusually beautiful eyes happily. For the first time she can remember, Rogue felt safe in the dashing Prince's arms.
"Whoa chere, Remy don' blame y' fore y' wantin' him t' hold y', but y ' almos' got hurt." Remy's right arm is under Rogue's knees and the other is supporting her back, as he holds her close to his chest. "So wut's wrong chere?"Her answer was a sigh as she shook her head.
"Notihng, Ah was just wonderin' if Ah should stay." Suddenly Rogue felt Remy's arms tense and she looked up at him. His handsome features look emotionless, buthis eyes tell another story and they say he's hurt. But by what, is unknown. Unless... "Remy do ya wahnt meh ta stay?" He looked away ashamed and sucked in a deep breath of the clean air.
"Maybe, wut woul' y' do if Ah said oui?" Once again Rogue could feel her cheeks grow hot and there's nothing keeping Remy from seeing. "Y' look très beau when y' cheeks burn crimson, mon chéri." Then without thinking both Remy and Rogue drew close and gently presses their lips against the other's. The kiss gentle at first, but the longer they stayed connected the more demanding it got. Remy took hold of Rogue and jumped off of Demon and then went into the shade of the trees, while not breaking their kiss.
Rogue felt her back being pressed against something hard, but not wanting to breaking the bliss she's feeling now. Remy's strong hand encasing Rogue's curvy body against him and the tree, as the other hand played with her soft curly brown hair lovingly.
After what seemed like forever ever, the two reluctantly broke apart and their eyes dazed as they looked at each other. Rogue suddenly realized what happed between the two of them and her ivory colored cheeks burned crimson again. Rogue hide her face, so that she can control the need to kiss the cocky prince in front of her.
Remy watched as Rogue turned away from him and at first he thought he had made a mistake in kissing her, but then he saw her cheeks turn bright red. 'So she like de kiss? Bon, et I did too.' Remy reached out to Rogue, and removed her soft hand away from her full lips, never taking his eyes off of her's. "Cher" but before he could relieve her of her embarrassment, a loud chorus of horses and men were heard not far from them near the castle. Rogue jumped on Angel and rode to the castle as she tired to calm herself, but Remy on the other hand was planning on killing whoever interrupted them.
As Rogue and Remy grew near to the castle they saw at least a hundred men and horses surrounding the entrance to the castle, afraid it was an attack Remy jumped off of Demon. But as he made his way to the men he saw Henri and his father walk out of the castle and shake hands with the leader of the men, who wasn't Marius or Julian. The man was a little on the short side, maybe 5'10 or so. His cloths hug his muscular body as his dark blue hair brushes his shoulders. The man's blue eyes hard from battle and the years of sorrow that he's lived through.
Remy and Rogue walk towards Jean Luc and the men, still not sure who they are. " Oh bon, King Logan dis is mon younger fils, Remy." smiled Jean Luc as he motioned to his son next to him.
"Jean Luc, just called me Logan. Owen is the true king, whether he admits it or not." sighed the muscular man sadly "Who's the girl?" At first Logan didn't notice her, but than he saw the white in her hair and that brought him to look at her dark green eyes; his little brothers green eyes.
"She is Rogue, Remy found 'er badly injured in de forest de ot'er day et she is staying wit' us." answered Jean Luc as shook his head, noting the red on her cheeks.
"Oh, bonjour miss." nodded Logan sadly, thinking he was stupid to even suspect she was his brave little tiger. Rogue nods back polity.
"Logan, have you forgotten something?" questioned a soft voice. Jean Luc, his sons, Rogue and Logan look back at a big brown carriage, decorated with gold markings and light blue silk covering the windows. The servant on top of the coach, jumps off and opens the door and a beautiful goddess steps out. Her long flowing white hair brushing her stomach lightly, as her soft loving blue eyes smiled at her audience. Her long matching white dress hugs her body as it falls to her feet, while her gold necklace and bracelets stay lose on her soft chocolate skin. She walks to Logan and wraps her arm around his, she stands taller than Logan by two inches.
"Hello, my name is Ororo. I'm Logan's wife and whether he admits it or not, is a king. I'm the Queen of Kenya and so therefore he's the King." Ororo smiled sweetly at the men and young woman before her, and she too thought the young woman looked familiar. "Rogue was it now?" Rogue nodded, still in awe of this woman's beauty. "Well it looks like you and I have something in common already my dear." Confusion swept over the young woman's face, so Ororo brushed a curl of ivory hair away from Rogue's face. "So, were you born with a mane auburn hair and two streaks of ivory or was it an accident?" Admittedly Ororo regretted her question when Rogue turned her face, but Ororo could see her eyes glazed over from threatening tears. "Child, what did I say to upset you?" whispered Ororo sadly as she gently turned Rogue's face to her.
"Queen Ororo, y' see Rogue 'as non memory." explained Henri as he noticed three more people came out of the carriage. The first one is a men with short reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. His dark blue canvas shirt showing off his muscles, while his brown pants are a little big and his boots hug his legs. The second men has long blonde hair and the same dark brown eyes as the first men, but instead of a blue canvas shirt, he is wearing a white canvas shirt with the sleeves torn off and his pants go to his knees, revealing two tanned legs in a pair ankle boots. The third and last person was a women, but she unlike the other two has darker skin tone. Her blue hair just reaching below her shoulders, as her dark blue dress goes to her feet. Her blue eyes similar to those of Logan's look at the people in front of her.
"Oh yes, these are our children. This is Scott, Alexander and my baby Laura." smiled Ororo at her kids happily, while Laura scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Ah'm no' a baby mother." stated Laura madly "Ah'm seventeen years old et Ah'm to be married in two weeks." she smiled.
"Oui, t' a man Ah've non meet." growled Logan madly, but before anymore exchange of words could take place Ororo got in between them and gave them both stern looks.
"Will yer hommes be d'accord?" asked Jean Luc to Logan, who nodded. "Den lets get y' all in, so who do y' tihnk attacked y'?" he asked as everyone walked into the castle.
Okay, now that I've brought Logan and his family in it's time I mentioned some things. Logan and Owen's mom was french, while their father was British and so Logan will change his way of talking now and then. Also I'm sure you all are wondering about my little prophecy, and I'm not surprise if some of you don't get it, but don't worry you'll find out at the end of the story, I promise. :) Oh and I don't think I've mentioned what month this is, but it's April. Lol Okay, hope ya guys liked the chapter. :D
