Every afternoon Fergus ran into town to meet with Jamie. And with every growing day Jamie became more and more attached to the young lad. Soon Jamie began bringing him back to Jared's for proper meals and new clothes that would actually fit his frame that was growing more healthy by the day.

And everyday Fergus would report in on Daniea's activities with the men that visited her. As he feared, she was being monopolized by this Comte St. Germain and would allow no one to spend an evening with her. Fergus let it slip one afternoon that he was afraid that soon Germain would take her for his mistress.

It took every ounce of self control for Jamie not to ask about Daniea outside of her nightly routine, but he knew if he was to try and free her from this life of death and her tyrant of a father he had to keep his personal vendetta's to himself, he at least owed her that.

As he sat at his study table while Fergus ate heartily, Jamie's mind began to wander. It brought him back to his time in the stable a mere week after Daniea had left with Taran. He remembered quite vividly trying to stack hay but the constant pounding and thundering of hooves on wood, splintering them with every strike made it impossible to ignore. As he made his way towards the sounds he knew exactly who it was before even seeing the destruction waiting on the aisle. Raven was throwing his head, rearing and crashing down on anything he could come into contact with. It was as if he knew he would never see Daniea again and he was fighting against everything that kept him pinned up.

As the memory passed and Jamie sat in that study chair he truly began to realize how Raven felt that day.

"My lord?" Fergus called, fully shaking Jamie from his thoughts.

"What is is lad?"

"I have to go back now, thankyou for supper." Fergus stated, his cheeks now filled with color.

"Yer welcome lad."

Fergus paused at the door, "My lord?"

"Aye,"

"You said you know my lady very well, yes?"

Jamie shook his head, not liking where the conversation was heading.

"What would make her happy?" Fergus asked, his face contorting to concern.

"Is she unhappy?"

"Oui, I believe so. Every morning there is yelling in her chamber, and when I visit while she puts on her rouge she doesn't smile or hum anymore."

Jamie thought for a moment before putting his hand up signaling for Fergus to wait a moment.

Stepping outside the back Jamie rifled through the garden before he found what he was looking for.

"Here lad, give this to her, she will know what it means." Carefully Jamie laid a four leaf clover in Fergus's palm. The boy smiled and took off running to the brothel.

Many hours later, just as the day is about to begin again, loud pounding wakes Jamie from a dead sleep. Half asleep he makes his way down the stairs and flings open the front door. Fergus rushes past him, frantic.

"My lord, she is gone!"

"Who's gone lad?" Jamie questions, not fully awake.

"They took her, the gens d'armes, they took my lady."

Realization hit Jamie in an instant. "Where did they take her Fergus?"

"I don't know my lord, I tried to stop them but I wasn't strong enough." he began to cry.

Jamie took the young boy into his embrace.

"It's alright lad," he told him. " Now tell me everything that happened."

After Fergus had regain his composure Jamie sat him on the couch, crouching in front of him, listening intently.

"Tonight after I saw my lady and gave her the present I saw Comte St. Germain coming through the front door like every other night." He began. "He went straight to my lady's room and went in without invitation. Awhile later I heard the yelling again and then there was a loud crash. So I began sneaking down the hall when Germain rushed out of the room in a fit."

Jamie listened carefully, noticing the boy's voice beginning to crack.

"After he left I went to check on my lady, it took her a long time to open the door but when she did I saw her room was destroyed and…. And she looked like she had been struck on the face. I told her I would get help but she ordered me not to. She said to not let it bother me, she told me everything was alright, but I knew she was lying."

Jamie's face remained stone as he watched Fergus begin to fall apart once more.

" It wasn't long that the ladies in the hall began screaming and I could hear the sound of boots stomping down the hallway. That one! I heard him say before Germain entered the room followed by the gens d'armes. I clung on to my lady, I pushed her behind me, I kicked and fought them but…. But they took her and I couldn't stop them. I failed her my lord and you."

He began to cry once more.

"Fergus, where did they take her?"

"I'm not sure my lord, I wish I knew." He coughed, burying his face in his hands.

"Fergus, it will be alright. I need you to stay here where it's safe. Do not go back to Madam Elise's, do you understand me."

Fergus nodded, Jamie quickly hugged the boy before running to grab his sword and pistol before bolting out the door like a bat out of hell in search of the one person he knew would have the answer he was seeking.