A Duke, a Governess, and a Little Lady
Rating: PG-13 at most
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Elizabeth Parker is a governess for Emily Burming in the early 1800s but when tragedy strikes they move 3000 miles away, to live with a cousin Emily's never met and a Duke Elizabeth might wish she hadn't.
Liz never got her chance.
Christmas morning when Liz came down there was a messenger waiting for Max.
Max took the message and told them all that they had to go to the parent's estate at Antar to celebrate Christmas.
They piled into Alex's fancy carriage, since everyone could fit into it, comfortably.
Emily and Ellie chattered the whole way there about dolls and such that they had gotten the night before.
They were met at the door by an ashen-faced duchess. They greeted each other and the kids were told to go upstairs to the nursery, Liz followed behind knowing someone needed to keep an eye on them. The duke and duchess were not a big fan of Liz either, they talked to Tess, and from according to what Tess had told them, she was trying to prevent Max from marrying and producing an heir.
Max tried to restrain her from following the kids.
She turned shook her head firmly and followed the kids up the stairs.
Max glared at his mother for making Liz feel uncomfortable but followed the group anyway.
At lunch Liz escorted the kids to the dining hall where the group was waiting to dine. Liz debated whether or not sit down with them.
The men were standing looking at her so she took the hint and sat down.
Lunch progressed without incident, but Liz had the feeling that this wasn't a normal Christmas celebration. Sure, the decorations were pretty and jolly, but there was something missing.
After lunch Liz took the kids out to make snow angels. It'd been such a long time since she actually had to act the part of a governess she almost forgot what to do with the children. The kids napped in the afternoon. Liz pulled out her old, tattered journal. She'd have to buy a new journal soon, she'd had this one since she was sixteen. She was about to start writing when the door creaked open.
Liz set looked towards the door to see Max quietly enter.
"Good afternoon, my lord." She greeted before looking back down at her journal.
"Merry Christmas, Liz." He sat down in a chair across from her.
"Merry Christmas." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry about today, Liz." He looked at her. "I have this, it's from me. Emily said you needed a new one because you've had your old one since you came to her." He pulled out something wrapped neatly.
TO: Elizabeth Parker
FROM: Max Evans
Was scrawled on the top with a greeting card which Liz immediately recognized.
She opened the package, carefully. It'd been a while since she got a present from anyone.
It was a light green journal, with gold trimmed pages. In the corner of the front, neatly printed was "Elizabeth Parker" then underneath her name was "Christmas 1816"
"It's beautiful." It took her a moment to find words to describe it. "Th- thank you so much."
She hugged him and pulled away quickly blushing.
"Thank you, I did need a new one." She held up her old one for him to see.
He chuckled.
"We're going to meet in the parlor tonight before returning to Roswell this evening."
"We're returning tonight?" She asked surprised.
"Yeah, it'll be late but we need to get back."
"Why?" She asked looking at him suspiciously.
"I have to come back." He cleared his throat, trying to take the pain from his voice. "My father's ill, the umm." he paused and swallowed. "The doctor said that he won't be hear much longer." He finished quietly.
The look of pain on Max's face cut Liz to the core. "I'm sorry, Max." She got up from her chair and kneeled in front of him.
"It's ok." He took her hands in his. "I have to come back tomorrow. We have to get everything in order before, before-" He couldn't finish the statement.
Liz pulled him down into a hug. "It's ok, Max."
"You'll have to stay at Roswell by yourself." He warned.
"Why?" She didn't like that thought. The only reason she slept at night was knowing Max was there, to keep her safe.
"Because my mother doesn't want Emily here when he goes."
"I understand." She stood up when Emily started to stir.
"Martin will be here with me, but Mr. and Mrs. Kendall will be at your disposal." He said.
"Alright." Liz went to Emily.
Max walked out of the room. Liz was mad at him. He could sense it. But he was trying to figure out why. He never could figure out Isabel, how was he supposed to figure out Liz?
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A/N: I know, I know, short, but you guys I promise this is just one of those evil transition chapters. And plus I'm at a loss here, I know where I'm going but it won't come out, give me till this weekend because I have a project for history to do as well.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Elizabeth Parker is a governess for Emily Burming in the early 1800s but when tragedy strikes they move 3000 miles away, to live with a cousin Emily's never met and a Duke Elizabeth might wish she hadn't.
Liz never got her chance.
Christmas morning when Liz came down there was a messenger waiting for Max.
Max took the message and told them all that they had to go to the parent's estate at Antar to celebrate Christmas.
They piled into Alex's fancy carriage, since everyone could fit into it, comfortably.
Emily and Ellie chattered the whole way there about dolls and such that they had gotten the night before.
They were met at the door by an ashen-faced duchess. They greeted each other and the kids were told to go upstairs to the nursery, Liz followed behind knowing someone needed to keep an eye on them. The duke and duchess were not a big fan of Liz either, they talked to Tess, and from according to what Tess had told them, she was trying to prevent Max from marrying and producing an heir.
Max tried to restrain her from following the kids.
She turned shook her head firmly and followed the kids up the stairs.
Max glared at his mother for making Liz feel uncomfortable but followed the group anyway.
At lunch Liz escorted the kids to the dining hall where the group was waiting to dine. Liz debated whether or not sit down with them.
The men were standing looking at her so she took the hint and sat down.
Lunch progressed without incident, but Liz had the feeling that this wasn't a normal Christmas celebration. Sure, the decorations were pretty and jolly, but there was something missing.
After lunch Liz took the kids out to make snow angels. It'd been such a long time since she actually had to act the part of a governess she almost forgot what to do with the children. The kids napped in the afternoon. Liz pulled out her old, tattered journal. She'd have to buy a new journal soon, she'd had this one since she was sixteen. She was about to start writing when the door creaked open.
Liz set looked towards the door to see Max quietly enter.
"Good afternoon, my lord." She greeted before looking back down at her journal.
"Merry Christmas, Liz." He sat down in a chair across from her.
"Merry Christmas." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry about today, Liz." He looked at her. "I have this, it's from me. Emily said you needed a new one because you've had your old one since you came to her." He pulled out something wrapped neatly.
TO: Elizabeth Parker
FROM: Max Evans
Was scrawled on the top with a greeting card which Liz immediately recognized.
She opened the package, carefully. It'd been a while since she got a present from anyone.
It was a light green journal, with gold trimmed pages. In the corner of the front, neatly printed was "Elizabeth Parker" then underneath her name was "Christmas 1816"
"It's beautiful." It took her a moment to find words to describe it. "Th- thank you so much."
She hugged him and pulled away quickly blushing.
"Thank you, I did need a new one." She held up her old one for him to see.
He chuckled.
"We're going to meet in the parlor tonight before returning to Roswell this evening."
"We're returning tonight?" She asked surprised.
"Yeah, it'll be late but we need to get back."
"Why?" She asked looking at him suspiciously.
"I have to come back." He cleared his throat, trying to take the pain from his voice. "My father's ill, the umm." he paused and swallowed. "The doctor said that he won't be hear much longer." He finished quietly.
The look of pain on Max's face cut Liz to the core. "I'm sorry, Max." She got up from her chair and kneeled in front of him.
"It's ok." He took her hands in his. "I have to come back tomorrow. We have to get everything in order before, before-" He couldn't finish the statement.
Liz pulled him down into a hug. "It's ok, Max."
"You'll have to stay at Roswell by yourself." He warned.
"Why?" She didn't like that thought. The only reason she slept at night was knowing Max was there, to keep her safe.
"Because my mother doesn't want Emily here when he goes."
"I understand." She stood up when Emily started to stir.
"Martin will be here with me, but Mr. and Mrs. Kendall will be at your disposal." He said.
"Alright." Liz went to Emily.
Max walked out of the room. Liz was mad at him. He could sense it. But he was trying to figure out why. He never could figure out Isabel, how was he supposed to figure out Liz?
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A/N: I know, I know, short, but you guys I promise this is just one of those evil transition chapters. And plus I'm at a loss here, I know where I'm going but it won't come out, give me till this weekend because I have a project for history to do as well.