Two more chapters to go. I actually have them all typed up but I'm a horrible person so I'm not uploading them all at the same time. Expect the next one sometime next week. You're all confused, I know from your comments, but trust me, it all makes sense in the end.

Skye strode into Nicholas's study, a broad smirk on his face. He looked to Evelynne, and then looked to his watch. It was well past her bed time. He cleared his throat, and both Nicholas and Evelynne looked up at him. "Excuse me, Master, Young Mistress, but it is now nine thirteen, it is well past your bed time, Young Mistress." Evelynne glared up at him, discarding her doll on the floor.

"It's not 'well' past my bed time! It's only thirteen minutes!" Evelynne said, pouting and looking at Nicholas. He sighed, and looked her in the eyes.

"Evie, it's time for you to go to bed. I'll put you to bed tonight," Nicholas said, getting up, and taking Evelynne's hand.

"But Nick! I don't wanna go to bed! I'm not tired!" she pleaded, trying not to be pulled along to her room. But she was too weak. She was only seven, and could not put up a fight against a strong twenty year old man. Evelynne had inherited her father's frailty, she had asthma. But Nicholas had gotten his mother's strength. She fought him, though it was a loosing battle. But she needed to stay. She needed to know what Skye was so eager to tell Nicholas, she knew it was important. She had to keep tabs on them, or else something bad might happen.

But Nicholas was in no mood to fight her. He swiftly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, proceeding to her room. There he helped her undress, much to her annoyance, she was, after all, seven. She could dress herself. He then helped put her nightgown on, and threw her in bed, receiving giggles. He tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Evie. Don't ever forget that," he said, before leaving the room. Evelynne lay in bed, surrounded by complete darkness, save the little light from the moon that slipped in through the window. She knew she couldn't risk leaving bed so soon to hear what they were talking about. Skye was already too suspicious of her. No, she had to stay in bed, ignorant of what was going on, until mourning. Besides, she was kind of tired.

Nicholas returned to the study, finding Skye there, awaiting his return. "What do you want, Skye. I have a headache," Nicholas said, rubbing his temples. Skye smirked.

"Your constant headaches are caused by your insistence on drinking coffee despite your allergy to caffeine," the sentence was said with the greatest disdain, "My Lord." Skye was then fixed with one of those hate-filled stares that he was so used to. "My, Lord, this is the night you've been waiting for. We've managed to kill off almost everyone. We have one more to go before we are done. But we must do it tonight, or you may not get away unnoticed. Your ship to America leaves tomorrow mourning."

"Who is it, Skye?" Nicholas was in no mood for thinking games. He had spent the last seven years killing off people who had helped in the death of his beloved mother. He wanted it over so he could get on with his and Evelynne's lives. He was willing to run off to America, to get away with his crimes. If that wasn't punishment enough for his evil-doings.

"The Queen, my Lord." Nicholas looked up at Skye from the paper he had been scribbling on. The Queen of England? Skye couldn't be serious. There was no way that Skye could kill The Queen of England. Sure, he could get away with stupid peasants, members of the Yard, and even Nobility, but the Queen? He could kill her men, like Grey, who he'd murdered in his own home not six hours ago, but he couldn't even get to the Queen. "We must leave now, Master, if we wish to finish in time."

"I have to go get Evelynne ready to go, I need to tell her we're leaving, I need to pack, I need- I need-"

Skye caught Nicholas by the arm as he tried to push past him. "My Lord, we can prepare to leave when the deed is done. We must go now," Skye, of course had no intention of letting Nicholas go to America. He wouldn't even get him back to the manor. Nicholas looked into Skye's face, as he often did, attempting to find something hidden there behind his eyes. Skye had no idea what he was trying to find. He couldn't really be stupid enough to be looking for emotion. Nicholas's face changed, and Skye could see the old determination that was the only part of Nicholas he could respect.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Skye." Nicholas was slipping down the hallway of the palace, Skye right in front of him. The hallways were dimly lit, so as not to disturb her majesty's sleep. They were nearing her chambers, and Nicholas's heart was beating furiously in his forehead. Skye looked back at Nicholas with a look that could only be described as lust. Nicholas was taken aback by the look, but pressed on, none the less, his look of determination only hardening, embraced by the folds of his face, that knew the look so well. Nicholas knew what he was getting himself into. Or at least he thought he did. He felt uneasy about Evelynne sleeping all alone, without knowing what he wanted, no, needed her to know. He prayed that his mother in heaven was looking down on them and had everything under control on her end.