I haven't been very on to it lately, my last few chapters aren't that great :L But the chapter after this should be a little more interesting :) QUESTION: If you wanted to write about an actor, what category would you put it under on here? ;o

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

James returned to training during the day; returning just before dinner (He was allowed to return home each day because he lived so close). He left just before sunrise, while Rosa was still asleep and would return just before sunset.

Rosa spent most of her days either outside with the horses or in the gardens; or she would spend it with Rosa's mother, talking with her or joining in one of the many hobbies Diana had taken up.

One particular day Diana decided to see how Rosa was at playing the piano. Rosa had grown up with a piano in her household, but she had rarely played it. Her mother often insisted that she learnt how to but Rosa was always too busy doing something else with her time.

"Have you played before?" Diana asked. Rosa nodded.

"Yes, although I am not that good. My mother insisted that I learn how to play and for a while I did but then I found other things to do," She said.

"Would you play something for me?" Diana asked as she stood beside the grand piano in one of the sitting rooms. Rosa hesitantly sat down beside on the seat and hovered her fingers over the keys.

"Please forgive me if I sound terrible, I haven't played in ages," She laughed through her nose.

"Do not worry; anything sounds beautiful on the piano, even if you make a slight mistake," Diana reassured her.

Rosa decided to play one of the only songs she knew inside out on the piano, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

Lost in the music she didn't notice Diana's heartfelt expression, or her husband standing in the doorway.

"My, my! You must play for our guests after supper tonight!" Mr Scott said after Rosa finished.

"Oh, I couldn't I do not play well," Rosa blushed. She admitted she played alright but she definitely didn't want to play in front of more than two people. She was too shy.

"You play excellently! I did not hear one mistake, my dear," Diana smiled. Rosa wiped her hands on her skirt.

"Just one song?" Rosa asked. James's step father nodded.

"If that is what you wish," He said "I would love to hear more, that was exquisite!" He added.

"We shall leave you to practice, I believe James will be returning home early tonight," Diana smiled and left the room with her husband.

Rosa felt her stomach to little flips when Diana mentioned that James would be coming home early. Although she got to see him when he returned every night, he was always too tired to do much other than eat dinner.

While sitting alone for a few more minutes, Rosa mulled over what song to play. She wanted to play a modern song, but seeing as it was nearly Christmas, 1913 she thought that if she were to play a song form an artist that probably isn't born yet, it would be stealing.

The people here will be dead by the time the artist is even born Rosa thought. She mentally punched herself for thinking such a nasty thought.

Although, her mind was right, hopefully she would get away with it…

James was eager to get home to spend some time with Rosa. He hadn't spent more than dinner and perhaps half an hour after alone with her each night after he returned to training. The day was about to draw to an end for him as he was dismissing a team of new recruits he had been training for the past week.

Although his step father was having guests around, James planned on sneaking away with Rosa so they could spend some time together. He had some things that he would like to discuss with her that needed to be done in private.

"James!" Someone called to him. James turned around to find Charlie waltzing up to him, his horse in tow.

"Yes, Charlie?" James asked when he was close enough to hear him without having to shout.

"I was wondering… what have you told Miss Miller about the war, does she know we will be fighting in it?" Charlie asked a little concerned.

"No, no I have not yet told her of it," James lied. She already knew how it was going to end.

The two men began to walk together simultaneously.

"How do you plan on telling her? I just… don't know how I will tell Sarah," Charlie sighed. He had found a woman the night they all went dancing and he had begun courting her shortly after James had asked to properly court Rosa.

"I don't know how I will tell her, I guess we will just have to break it to them easily," James shrugged. When James had first told his mother of the war (Before he time travelled) She had been awfully distraught that her son would be so vulnerable to death, she was proud that he would be defending their country; but scared because in her eyes he was still her little boy.

"Are you going to ask Rosa for her hand?" Charlie asked. James didn't know how to answer his question. Would he?

"I, ah, haven't really thought of marriage yet, my friend," James said. In actual fact he had. He had often thought about what it would be like to marry Rosa, having children and growing old together. He loved her, but he also remembered that she was from the future. She didn't belong here just as he didn't belong there. She had family that would miss her just as James had family that would miss him. He thought about discussing it all with her, but he always thought better of it.

"Well, you might want to do it soon if you are going to, I just spoke with the Major and he said the war could begin at any moment. James knew the war wouldn't start for about half a year, but he couldn't tell Charlie that.

"Don't worry, my friend, the war won't start for a long while by my reckoning," James said, trying to ease his friends worries.

"I hope you are right, there are still many things I would like to do before we fight," Charlie chuckled.

James returned home not long after speaking with Charlie. It was mid afternoon and he was pleased to find Rosa hadn't gone out before he returned.

She was sitting alone in her bedroom, lying down on her bed with a book dangling above her face.

James tried to sneak in to surprise her, but unfortunately a creaky floorboard gave him away.

Rosa's eyes flicked across the room to his form and a smile spread across her face.

"You're back!" She said as she flung herself off the bed and embraced him. He loved her warmth; it was so calming and nice.

"Yes, I was allowed to leave early today since there weren't many people in the camp; a lot have taken leave for Christmas," James said.

"Your step dad is having guests over tonight and wants me to play for them after dinner," Rosa blurted out, she looked nervous.

"You play? Piano?" James asked.

"I don't play well, but your mother thinks I do," Rosa sighed. James wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder and sat back on the bed with her.

"I'm sure you will do fine," He smiled and kissed her forehead.

Rosa felt awkward around friends of James's parents, she felt out of place. Neither she nor James contributed to the conversation during dinner. Rosa had been introduced to the guests and that was it, until the time came when all eyes were on her sitting at the piano.

Rosa had decided to play the same song she played for Diana earlier that day. To Rosa's surprised the guests were pleased with it and congratulated her on her talent.

"You were brilliant!" James beamed at Rosa. They were the only two left in the sitting room, the men had retired to the study and the women to the parlour.

"Thank you," Rosa smiled.

"Where did you learn to play?" James asked.

"My mother gave me lessons when I was younger until I was eleven," Rosa said.

"Well, you retained those lessons well," James smiled. Rosa shrugged.

"I have a passion for learning," She said. Rosa decided to change the subject, she didn't want to talk about her family it would only make her miss them more.

"So, how is everyone handling the news of war?" She asked. James shifted uncomfortably on the seat.

"Charlie is worried, he doesn't want to leave his new love behind; as I'm sure many men don't," James said. He took Rosa's hands in his, facing her with an extremely serious expression.

"Rosa, when the time for war comes again; I don't want you anywhere near it. You must promise me that you will stay here and not do anything rash," He said. Rosa sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I can't just let you go and get yourself killed again. No offense or anything, but the Major doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would want to change his battle strategy just because you have 'suspicions'" Rosa said.

"Let me deal with him, we have been friends for many years; he will listen," James said. He knew Rosa was right though, Jamie most likely wouldn't.

"No matter what though, you mustn't attempt to join the army, you will be spotted out immediately," James said. Rosa smirked.

"I'm sure my height would be a dead giveaway," She laughed through her nose.

"Promise me now Rosa," James said.

"Fine, I promise I won't do anything stupid," She said. She didn't intend to keep that promise, no matter what James thought after she had saved his life.

Days slowly passed by, they turned into weeks and eventually months. Everyone was preparing for the upcoming war any way they could. James was called away for much longer periods of time. When the war had officially begun, he would be sent to Devon where he would get a new horse. It was inevitable that he would have to get Joey again, because if he didn't some other soldier would and he couldn't promise that they would take as much care as he would of the horse.

Rosa became bored when James had to stay overnight in the camp, she missed his company. She needed to figure out a way to get into the cavalry and an excuse to get away from James's parents so that she could do just that.

After a few hours of mulling over ideas in her bedroom, she had finally devised a plan.

She knew exactly what she was going to do and if it didn't work she had a back up idea.

Rosa only prayed that everything went according to plan.

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