A/N: Alright. I've gone to the official site and I've seen the preview for
"Trapped". O-M-G!!!! I will CRY if something happens to the tape I'm
sending my friend who's been so kind to record it for me…. I'm serious. I
will honestly cry….!!! I mean, common… that's major m/r shipper stuff
happening in that eppy!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! :) sorries, I'm just SO
excited! :)
Yes. This chapter has taken a while to get out of me. my muse visited just in time to finish this chapter… hopefully the next won't take as long and won't be as difficult to think up. Thank you ppls for your support! I LOVE YOU! The TLW fic world has been so great to me!!! You ppl are an inspiration! :) hope this chapter isn't a disappointment…
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"Veronica???…" Marguerite was finding it difficult to form words. She clutched at her torn blouse.
"And to what pleasure do I owe this visit of yours to my humble forest, Lady Marguerite de Kruxington?" She offered her hand to help Marguerite up.
"Kruxington?" Marguerite looked around at the others in confusion. "What's with the costumes, Veronica?"
"Costumes? Milady, I'm quite sure that it is I who should be asking that very question. What would the court think? You're definitely not in suitable attire, especially for a lady such as yourself." VERONICA scoffed. "I would return you back to the castle right now, but as it turns out, if I'm caught within a mile of that place, the *king* would have my head on a silver platter."
Marguerite stood up and with one hand brushed away the dirt from her blouse and skirt. "I can't say that I have the slightest idea of what you're talking about. Castle? King? Where on earth am I?"
Just then a young blond man rushed up. "Here, Milady." He draped a large blanket over her shoulders.
"Thank you…" She stopped mid-sentence when she realized she was looking at a man who looked exactly like Malone.
"Sir Edward of Mallory. Well… former Sir Edward. Now I'm just Edward. And it's always my pleasure to help a beautiful lady as yourself." He bowed slightly.
Marguerite's head started to spin and she felt herself lose her footing. Edward steadied her and turned to VERONICA. "I think that the lady has had enough excitement for the day. We should head back to the campsite."
Edward helped Marguerite onto a horse as VERONICA motioned him away from Marguerite.
"Why are we helping her? She's betrothed to Prince John's son. And it just so happens that Prince John has a generous price on all of our heads…" VERONICA whispered while shaking her head disapprovingly. "If we get caught bringing her back… we're all dead. Might as well jump off a cliff. It's suicide! Plain and simple."
"We can't just leave her here. She should be at the castle, where she belongs. Besides, she has done nothing wrong. It's not her fault that her future father in-law has it in for us. Veronica, you know what we have to do."
"Yes I do. Point that horse in the right direction and let the wind take her back to the castle!"
Edward rolled his eyes. "Veronica…", he gave her the 'we have to do the right thing' look.
"Fine. Now stop that annoying smirking before I change my mind." She laughed and lightly nudged Edward. "How is it that you always get your way when you make that face?"
"Because I'm so irresistibly handsome and charming?"
It was VERONICA's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, Sir Boast-a- lot."
After a short curtsey, VERONICA walked towards Marguerite. "We're going to head back to our campsite for the night. We'll bring you back to the castle in the morning."
Marguerite was still confused as ever as to her whereabouts but was grateful as ever for her saviours so she decided to keep her mouth shut. At least she was with people who made her feel safe.
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Roxton pulled back slightly from MARGUERITE. "Are you feeling alright, Marguerite? Maybe you spent too much time in the sun today. It was pretty humid out." He placed his hand on her forehead to check for a fever but MARGUERITE swatted his hand away.
"You don't understand. I'm not YOU'RE Marguerite. I come from a different world, obviously, some parallel world of some sorts. You have to believe me."
Still a little reluctant to believe the seemingly temporarily insane Marguerite, he led her to the balcony. "Alright, let's say for some odd reason, I believe you. How did you end up in my world? And where is Marguerite, the one who belongs to this world?"
She bit her lip nervously and her eyes shifted. "Uhm. Well, I was running away from home."
"Why would you…"
"The question is more like, why wouldn't I? I'm being forced to marry a complete stranger! I deserve to live my life how I choose to live it! I'm not going to sit idly by as my life is being planned for me!"
Roxton chuckled softly. "Sounds like something MY Marguerite would say."
"Please. I can't go back. If they find me…" Tears started to form again and Roxton couldn't help but wrap his arms around her in a hug. What he couldn't see was the evil smile spreading across her face.
"We'll figure this out. But if you're not from our world, that means that our Marguerite is still out there somewhere." He pulled away from MARGUERITE and started to gather his hat and rifle.
"Where are you going? It's dark out. You'll never be able to find her like this." She pleaded with Roxton.
"But she may be hurt. What if she needs our help? I will not sit here twiddling my thumbs like a bloody idiot while Marguerite is still out there all alone!"
"Oh, don't worry about your precious Marguerite. She's fine. But as for you…"
Roxton's eyes widened in horror at the pure look of evil on MARGUERITE'S face. However, he didn't have enough time to ponder on MARGUERITE'S words because suddenly he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his head. Then, the world turned black.
TBC…
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Hmm… what do we have here? (?) I'm actually not really sure myself. But that's where my muse decided to take me… eh…. Like I've been saying… I've been struggling with major writer's block for this fic… any suggestions? Who knows… I might get inspired!!! :)
Alright… I seem to have lost a few readers… (or they've decided to become silent… BOO-URNS!…. is my story that boring now?) Ppl.. I love feedback… even if you have nothing to say about my fic…you can just rant about m/r or n/v or TLW in general… or how they should bring back Summerlee and Malone or your opinion of Finn… I don't mind… really, I don't. Just want to hear from ppl who are reading my stuff… ;) Anywho. Thank you to all the ppls who've been following this story and have been faithful reviewers… YOU GUYS ROCK! :)
Click on the purply-blue (or whatever colour it is) button and speak your mind… :)
p.s. Go Leafs! :) sorry… couldn't help myself… LOL!
p.p.s the "Spiderman" movie totally rocked! :) the special effects… WOW! of course Toby Maguire doesn't hurt either… *grin* now I just have to wait for "Episode Two" …WOOHOO!…. I have absolutely no idea where that came from…. I'm prolly still giddy from the thought of watching "Trapped"…. Common… can you really blame me? nope. Didn't think so… LOL! Alright… I'll quit yapping.
Yes. This chapter has taken a while to get out of me. my muse visited just in time to finish this chapter… hopefully the next won't take as long and won't be as difficult to think up. Thank you ppls for your support! I LOVE YOU! The TLW fic world has been so great to me!!! You ppl are an inspiration! :) hope this chapter isn't a disappointment…
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"Veronica???…" Marguerite was finding it difficult to form words. She clutched at her torn blouse.
"And to what pleasure do I owe this visit of yours to my humble forest, Lady Marguerite de Kruxington?" She offered her hand to help Marguerite up.
"Kruxington?" Marguerite looked around at the others in confusion. "What's with the costumes, Veronica?"
"Costumes? Milady, I'm quite sure that it is I who should be asking that very question. What would the court think? You're definitely not in suitable attire, especially for a lady such as yourself." VERONICA scoffed. "I would return you back to the castle right now, but as it turns out, if I'm caught within a mile of that place, the *king* would have my head on a silver platter."
Marguerite stood up and with one hand brushed away the dirt from her blouse and skirt. "I can't say that I have the slightest idea of what you're talking about. Castle? King? Where on earth am I?"
Just then a young blond man rushed up. "Here, Milady." He draped a large blanket over her shoulders.
"Thank you…" She stopped mid-sentence when she realized she was looking at a man who looked exactly like Malone.
"Sir Edward of Mallory. Well… former Sir Edward. Now I'm just Edward. And it's always my pleasure to help a beautiful lady as yourself." He bowed slightly.
Marguerite's head started to spin and she felt herself lose her footing. Edward steadied her and turned to VERONICA. "I think that the lady has had enough excitement for the day. We should head back to the campsite."
Edward helped Marguerite onto a horse as VERONICA motioned him away from Marguerite.
"Why are we helping her? She's betrothed to Prince John's son. And it just so happens that Prince John has a generous price on all of our heads…" VERONICA whispered while shaking her head disapprovingly. "If we get caught bringing her back… we're all dead. Might as well jump off a cliff. It's suicide! Plain and simple."
"We can't just leave her here. She should be at the castle, where she belongs. Besides, she has done nothing wrong. It's not her fault that her future father in-law has it in for us. Veronica, you know what we have to do."
"Yes I do. Point that horse in the right direction and let the wind take her back to the castle!"
Edward rolled his eyes. "Veronica…", he gave her the 'we have to do the right thing' look.
"Fine. Now stop that annoying smirking before I change my mind." She laughed and lightly nudged Edward. "How is it that you always get your way when you make that face?"
"Because I'm so irresistibly handsome and charming?"
It was VERONICA's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, Sir Boast-a- lot."
After a short curtsey, VERONICA walked towards Marguerite. "We're going to head back to our campsite for the night. We'll bring you back to the castle in the morning."
Marguerite was still confused as ever as to her whereabouts but was grateful as ever for her saviours so she decided to keep her mouth shut. At least she was with people who made her feel safe.
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Roxton pulled back slightly from MARGUERITE. "Are you feeling alright, Marguerite? Maybe you spent too much time in the sun today. It was pretty humid out." He placed his hand on her forehead to check for a fever but MARGUERITE swatted his hand away.
"You don't understand. I'm not YOU'RE Marguerite. I come from a different world, obviously, some parallel world of some sorts. You have to believe me."
Still a little reluctant to believe the seemingly temporarily insane Marguerite, he led her to the balcony. "Alright, let's say for some odd reason, I believe you. How did you end up in my world? And where is Marguerite, the one who belongs to this world?"
She bit her lip nervously and her eyes shifted. "Uhm. Well, I was running away from home."
"Why would you…"
"The question is more like, why wouldn't I? I'm being forced to marry a complete stranger! I deserve to live my life how I choose to live it! I'm not going to sit idly by as my life is being planned for me!"
Roxton chuckled softly. "Sounds like something MY Marguerite would say."
"Please. I can't go back. If they find me…" Tears started to form again and Roxton couldn't help but wrap his arms around her in a hug. What he couldn't see was the evil smile spreading across her face.
"We'll figure this out. But if you're not from our world, that means that our Marguerite is still out there somewhere." He pulled away from MARGUERITE and started to gather his hat and rifle.
"Where are you going? It's dark out. You'll never be able to find her like this." She pleaded with Roxton.
"But she may be hurt. What if she needs our help? I will not sit here twiddling my thumbs like a bloody idiot while Marguerite is still out there all alone!"
"Oh, don't worry about your precious Marguerite. She's fine. But as for you…"
Roxton's eyes widened in horror at the pure look of evil on MARGUERITE'S face. However, he didn't have enough time to ponder on MARGUERITE'S words because suddenly he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his head. Then, the world turned black.
TBC…
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Hmm… what do we have here? (?) I'm actually not really sure myself. But that's where my muse decided to take me… eh…. Like I've been saying… I've been struggling with major writer's block for this fic… any suggestions? Who knows… I might get inspired!!! :)
Alright… I seem to have lost a few readers… (or they've decided to become silent… BOO-URNS!…. is my story that boring now?) Ppl.. I love feedback… even if you have nothing to say about my fic…you can just rant about m/r or n/v or TLW in general… or how they should bring back Summerlee and Malone or your opinion of Finn… I don't mind… really, I don't. Just want to hear from ppl who are reading my stuff… ;) Anywho. Thank you to all the ppls who've been following this story and have been faithful reviewers… YOU GUYS ROCK! :)
Click on the purply-blue (or whatever colour it is) button and speak your mind… :)
p.s. Go Leafs! :) sorry… couldn't help myself… LOL!
p.p.s the "Spiderman" movie totally rocked! :) the special effects… WOW! of course Toby Maguire doesn't hurt either… *grin* now I just have to wait for "Episode Two" …WOOHOO!…. I have absolutely no idea where that came from…. I'm prolly still giddy from the thought of watching "Trapped"…. Common… can you really blame me? nope. Didn't think so… LOL! Alright… I'll quit yapping.