The twin's boat ride was just as bad as the French. Amelia and George both inherited their mother's low tolerance for the rocking of the ship. They sent most of their time on deck throwing up over the pier. The twins secretly cursed their younger brother, Carlos for having the strong stomach of their father, he was unaffected by the bobbing of the ship. He stood beside his older siblings patting their backs and gently persuading them to sleep the sickness away. He rarely got through to them, but when he did, George ruffles his hair and Amelia kissed his cheek. Praising him for being so mature and caring.

Every hour or so Carlos would check on the twins, ensuring they ate and stayed hydrated, if it wasn't him then it was Chris. Or occasionally Jewel who was a germphobe. Carlos was supposed to be his broken, troubled teenager. He was raised by his siblings with no maternal or paternal love and devotion. He loved the twins dearly but sometimes he longed to hear his mum's voice or hear her sing. Amy would say that she sung like an angle, and she could never replicate the voice of their mother. Chris and David had tried to be his parents, yet both were neither his mum nor dad. How could he not be expected to act out?

Jewel, seeing him unforced-gazing at the sea line and the horizon-moved silently towards him, her brown hair flying in the breeze. She reached out and grasped his hand; it was warm and was a giant paw against her tiny hand. She intertwined their fingers, comforting him silently.

"Everything will be fine. Hey, you will be reunited with your mum, isn't that what you've always wanted?" A sad smile graced her lips. "Or are you torn knowing she may reject you after she learns about your secret. You've told me and Jon, not your brother or sister. Doesn't that mean you don't trust your siblings?"

"No, I love my siblings more than anything, but it's easier to tell friends as you can make new ones, family you don't have another. I never got to thank you for keeping my secret and still being my friend. I know how you feel about me, and I'm sorry that this new info has broken your heart."

Jewel stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek then feeling bold and maybe she was caught up in the moment she wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his and stepped away. "I love you. And I always will. I can't change how you feel and my kiss proves that. Carlos you can't apologise for loving someone else."

"Jewel ValeraineLefurgey you are one amazing girl." Carlos beamed and wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her tight, and rested his chin on her head.

Letting out a soft chuckle she replied. "I know. I am amazing, took you long enough to notice." Returning the hug, she was grateful that Carlos did not get sea sick. "If it's okay with you I'm going to check on George."

"Of course." She moved away and went underneath the ship into the cabins. Carlos returned to what he was doing before his best friend interrupted him. The seas were a lot calmer than when they first escaped their home. Or so he was told by his guardians. He prayed that Jonathon's letter would bring supporters to the dock. Or else they had no chance at winning back their family's title of rulers of Jewelina. He could only hope.

*~ never give up *~

It was almost silly to hope that people would come to their aid, yet when the ship docked in France, a small army was awaiting them. David, not knowing if this was a threat or an ally, sword out, defending the heirs. A tall man, with grizzly white hair and beard could a cautious step forward.

"Vos Majestés, nous sommes vos humbles guerriers. Prêt à vous aider à reprendre le royaume. Si vous nous laissez."

(Your majesties, we are your humble warriors. Ready to help you retake the kingdom. If you let us.)

Princess Lorraine, moved from behind her defender, she stepped forward, a wary eye still upon the group and curtsied. Introducing herself. "I thank you for your services, kind sir. I am thrilled that my brother's letter was able to reach you in time and that so many of you are willing to help. What is your name?"

"I believe you have forgotten me, dear. I am or to be more precise Treville's second in command before his disappearance. The years have not been kind to me, I am Lieutenant Archambault. These are former musketeers or musketeer's son. We are ready to help you get your crown back."

It was then Jonathon's turn to speak; it was only formal curtsey as he was the one who had begged for help and contacted everyone who he thought was loyal to his father. Thank you Lieutenant, I am relieved to see that a little force of my father's army is still loyal to the rightful rulers. "

"Well Prince Jonathon, after your father's cousin took the throne by force, the country has not been doing all that good, civil war, poverty. The only ways France can be made great again is by getting this dictator of the throne and crown a true heir. We may be a small group of men but we are willing to die for our country, we do not want the blood soldiers in our country." Archambault replied and saluted the royal family.

And under the cover of darkness the small troop and the heirs to the throne stormed the castle. Philippe had been suspecting an attack and met the army head on. Cutting his way through the attackers and to the princess. Before the blade even struck of, her own blade met it half way. A furious look of determination crossed Lorraine's pretty features. She silently thanked herself for sending Jonathon away from the battle and to the Dungeon to free who ever were trapped in the cages.