A Duke, a Governess, and a Little Lady
The next day Max left early in the morning before Liz or Emily came down for breakfast. Because of this Liz and Emily didn't bother to go downstairs for breakfast and ate in the nursery before starting lessons.
Emily was restless that day because she couldn't go outside.
"Emily, sit down." Liz demanded. Her nerves were on end because of her lack of sleep the night before, she had gotten used to sleeping at night once again.
"I want to go outside." Emily whined taking a seat at the desk.
"No, it's snowing and plus, Max said no outside." She handed her back her mistakes that she was to correct.
"I thought I did these right?" Emily asked looking at her work.
"Fix your B's they look like F's and the last time I checked 11+11 did not equal 24." Liz sat down.
"Alright." Emily conceded. She was not used to Liz being so sharp with her. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She sniffled. Liz heard.
"I'm sorry, Emily." Liz picked up the small girl. "I'm not in a very good mood today." Liz rubbed her back.
Emily sniffled against her shoulder and nodded. "It's ok." She said quietly.
She slid out of her arms to perfect her two simple letters.
They went down to lunch quietly and Liz was happy when Emily fell asleep soon after. She went and sat down with her brand new journal and began her first entry.
"Miss Parker." There was a knock on the door.
"Yes, Mrs. Kendall." She called annoyed that her quiet time was interrupted.
"There's a letter for you." She spoke through the door.
"Alright." Liz set her journal down and made her way to the door.
Recognizing the handwriting, she opened it slowly, with shaking hands.
Elizabeth, I know where you are, obviously since you're reading this letter. I plan for you to receive this letter on the 26 of December since I will be leaving New York Harbor on this exact date. I'll be there to retrieve you from Roswell, in two months time, and thank the marquess ever so kindly for keeping you safe, darling. R
Liz looked down at the letter in disgust, disbelief and downright fear. This truly could not be happening.
****
Max returned to Roswell three weeks later, tired, depressed, and angry.
Liz didn't know he was home until two days later when she happened to bump into him on the way to Emily's dance lessons in the ballroom. No one had found it important enough to tell her of his return.
"Max!" She exclaimed surprised.
"Good Afternoon to you too, Liz." Max greeted sharply.
Taken aback, Liz had continued walking. She wasn't in the mood to deal with cranky people now. Her nerves were on edge yet she had no idea whether or not she wanted to tell Max about the letter.
Max watched her leave and shook his head sadly. He knew this time would come but he hadn't wanted it to be so soon.
A/N: Hehehehehe. I love cliffhangers. Aren't they fun, 'specially when the chapter's so short. But have no fear I will have the next part up in a day or two! I just had to leave this as a cliffhanger. I'm starting to think that I should have added this to the other part, but hey, what's done is done.
The next day Max left early in the morning before Liz or Emily came down for breakfast. Because of this Liz and Emily didn't bother to go downstairs for breakfast and ate in the nursery before starting lessons.
Emily was restless that day because she couldn't go outside.
"Emily, sit down." Liz demanded. Her nerves were on end because of her lack of sleep the night before, she had gotten used to sleeping at night once again.
"I want to go outside." Emily whined taking a seat at the desk.
"No, it's snowing and plus, Max said no outside." She handed her back her mistakes that she was to correct.
"I thought I did these right?" Emily asked looking at her work.
"Fix your B's they look like F's and the last time I checked 11+11 did not equal 24." Liz sat down.
"Alright." Emily conceded. She was not used to Liz being so sharp with her. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She sniffled. Liz heard.
"I'm sorry, Emily." Liz picked up the small girl. "I'm not in a very good mood today." Liz rubbed her back.
Emily sniffled against her shoulder and nodded. "It's ok." She said quietly.
She slid out of her arms to perfect her two simple letters.
They went down to lunch quietly and Liz was happy when Emily fell asleep soon after. She went and sat down with her brand new journal and began her first entry.
"Miss Parker." There was a knock on the door.
"Yes, Mrs. Kendall." She called annoyed that her quiet time was interrupted.
"There's a letter for you." She spoke through the door.
"Alright." Liz set her journal down and made her way to the door.
Recognizing the handwriting, she opened it slowly, with shaking hands.
Elizabeth, I know where you are, obviously since you're reading this letter. I plan for you to receive this letter on the 26 of December since I will be leaving New York Harbor on this exact date. I'll be there to retrieve you from Roswell, in two months time, and thank the marquess ever so kindly for keeping you safe, darling. R
Liz looked down at the letter in disgust, disbelief and downright fear. This truly could not be happening.
****
Max returned to Roswell three weeks later, tired, depressed, and angry.
Liz didn't know he was home until two days later when she happened to bump into him on the way to Emily's dance lessons in the ballroom. No one had found it important enough to tell her of his return.
"Max!" She exclaimed surprised.
"Good Afternoon to you too, Liz." Max greeted sharply.
Taken aback, Liz had continued walking. She wasn't in the mood to deal with cranky people now. Her nerves were on edge yet she had no idea whether or not she wanted to tell Max about the letter.
Max watched her leave and shook his head sadly. He knew this time would come but he hadn't wanted it to be so soon.
A/N: Hehehehehe. I love cliffhangers. Aren't they fun, 'specially when the chapter's so short. But have no fear I will have the next part up in a day or two! I just had to leave this as a cliffhanger. I'm starting to think that I should have added this to the other part, but hey, what's done is done.