Hi! This chapter is when both POVs cross. It's continuing the last chapter, but the one before too. If you understood what any of that means, you deserve a prize. This is Suze's POV. Enjoy! P.S. So sorry about the whole Writer's Block thing! I never get it!

"What?" Andy pondered, staring at me, then at Jesse, then back again. "Christine, how are you calling the king of the county? And, Your Majesty? Her name is Christine." I swear I almost burst out laughing. "Yes, I know, Andrew, those are pet names. Yes, Your Majesty, what is it?" I said, pretending to be completely calm. Though inside, I was jumping with joy. It's Jesse! He remembers me! He remembers me!

"Christine, I would like to speak with thee. In private, if I may. Do graciously enter my carriage and we will converse our way to the park," Jesse said. I almost said, "Huh?" because, you know, I didn't exactly read Pride and Prejudice or Vanity Fair and all of those. So, how would you expect me to understand? So, instead, I went "Sure," and marked Dr Slasky and Gina that I'm leaving.

I got in the carriage, and the minute all the red velvet curtains were closed, Jesse stuck his lips on mine, and only left then when we actually needed some time to breath. "Querida," He breathed. "I missed you so much. I was so worried, seeing you collapse in the kitchen. I was so worried, Querida. So worried. Oh, Querida. I love you. Te amo, mi amor." For those of you who do not know Spanish, he said, "I love you, my love." Oh, it's not like I know Spanish or anything. He told me what it means, back in the twenty-first century. "I love you too, Jesse. I really do," I said, and we continued kissing. Those few seconds were so blissful. It was like every trouble in the world had vanished over our heads, and every good memory and thought we stored burst out and hugged us tight.

Nothing mattered anymore. Not our problems, not Dr Slasky's illness, not Paul's devilish scheme. Which reminds me…

As I was thinking this, the door to the carriage flew open and Paul stormed in, and actually - I'm serious about this - separated us by clutching our chins and pushing them apart, using one hand for each chin. "Paul!" I screamed, drifting far from Jesse and sitting, crumbled up, in the farthest corner of this side of the carriage, the one Jesse and I were sitting on. Paul took the other one.

"For Christ's sakes," Paul said, looking away from Jesse, as if trying to dodge his flaming gaze. "Will you stop being such babies? Aren't you supposed to be a snotty county king filled with riches and a young humble villager? Not a royal Casanova and a common low-graded wench?"

That sure set Jesse off. But I catched him in time before something really bad would happen. Jesse attacking Paul here as a king is not a better idea than Jesse attacking Paul as a ghost in a kegger, when no one could actually see Paul's wretched attacker. Though I didn't think he was wretched. I think he had pretty good reasons.

"Don't you dare call her a wench!" Jesse hollered, as I was holding his arms behind his back, not painfully, just to stop him from lunging. "Ooh, look who's getting cranky," Paul said, with sarcasm so great, I wanted to hit him myself. But that wouldn't be such a good idea, either, will it? "Calm down, Antonio. You too, Lara Croft. I'm just here to talk. What can I help it if you to decide to suck each other's souls in the process?"

Jesse almost killed him. He just threw himself at him, not even thinking, apparently. "Jesse! No! Leave him alone!" I yelled, trying to remove Jesse off of Paul. Now, Jesse's strong hands were now wrapped strongly around Paul's neck, and Paul was screaming, "Help! Help!" Like a little girl. "Paul, shut up! This isn't supposed to happen! Jesse please, get off of him!" I urged them both, trying hopelessly to rescue us all from being stuck here forever.

But all of my hopes were shattered, when the driver of the carriage hauled in the middle of our drive - keep in mind, this was a carriage, we were tumbling around pretty hard - and opened one of the side doors to the carriage, and removed Jesse off Paul. "Your Majesty! Please Your Majesty, spare him! He could have not done so bad!" Jesse ignored him, but some people were now removing Jesse off Paul themselves, and I left the carriage with him, as some people and a doctor who happened to be nearby stepped in the carriage with a small box that seemed like a purse with an eagle on it and a bible. A bible? I thought. Is that really their technique? They then let go of Jesse, and told him they must speak to him back at his palace, and asked me if I can stay here and forget it all happened, and let alone mention anything to my family, but Jesse told all of these people, whoever they were, that I could come with them. We went there at another carriage as soon as we could, since Jesse's was filled with as many doctors and pastors it can hold, with Poor Lord Paul Slater - Their phrasing, not mine - crying his heart out in it.

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I can't say the people were so nice. To Jesse, sure. I mean, he's the king. But to me? The king's close lady friend? Yeah right. They treated me like pure rubbish. They didn't even notice I was there until I screamed, "No! No, they can't do that!" in the middle of the conversation. Let me explain:

The people were Jesse's - um, Jonathan's - public and relation consultants. They were even wearing these white judge-like wigs with the blue ribbons on them and the peach colored tights and the snowy-white waistcoats and everything. And shoes that long? I mean, come on! They looked like clowns!

Anyway, when we got to Jesse/Jonathan's chamber, and sat down in the chairs at his desk. They said a bunch of stuff on how rebellious the people would be if they heard the king attacked an innocent helpless man - Not - and Jesse might get kicked off the throne. That's when I started screaming, and everyone were looking at me real funny. "Su-Christine, calm down please. We have a witness. Christine, you were there. You know what he was doing, what he was saying. It'll all be fine, I promise," Jesse said. Then something happened I bet made the consultants look at us with wide open eyes, maybe a wide open mouth: I ran over to Jesse and wrapped my arms around him. He was comforting me and everything, getting me up from his chair and patting my back. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks. "Jesse, this is just not how it's supposed to go," I said. "What do you mean?" He asked. I looked at the consultants, implying they have to leave. It didn't really faze any of them, I guess, because they probably didn't understand a word I said.

They then left and Jesse loosened his grip from me. But I couldn't bear it. I just couldn't. All I could do was take his head in my palms and move it closer to my lips.

All I could do was kiss him.

Well, that's it. I enjoyed writing it a lot, though it wasn't easy. What about you? Did you like it? Just review and let me know! Well, again, sorry for the delay. Updates soon!