Chapter One
Josephine Fairfield stretched luxuriously in her large chair behind her larger oak desk. She shuffled some papers around then picked up a quill and scribbled some notes down. She heard someone entering her library and looked up to see a tall handsome man enter. He made his was to the chairs in front of her desk, and he sat.
"Still working on finding him aren't you?" he asked, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him.
She nodded and lay her quill down. "People have a right to know the real thing." she said and tucked a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear.
The man stared at her and smiled. She looked so much like his wife. Her skin was soft and tan and her lips, rosy and full. But her eyes, they were his eyes. She might look like her mother, but her spirit was just like his.
"Is there something you need father?" she asked sweetly.
"I was just wondering if you were going to come to Lady Mathew's ball tonight?" he asked.
"I wouldn't miss it. I was just looking over a few things before I began to get ready." she replied.
He rose and nodded. "Well, we will be leaving soon so go on and get ready."
She rose and followed her father out and skipped up the stairs to her room. When she entered, she saw that her maid, Polly, had already laid out her gown, and prepared a bath for her. She undressed and bathed.
After many minutes she got out and slipped a royal blue, velvet dressing gown on. She sat at her vanity and watched as Polly dried her hair. She looked over at a knock on the door and nodded for Polly to open it.
"Good Evening Joey." her mother said entering.
Josephine smiled at the small figured, Chestnut haired woman standing beside her. It is true, she thought, that she had the face of her mother. But everything else was her fathers.
"You look wonderful mother." she replied.
"Thank you. You know, I've heard that Lord Blankenship will be at the ball tonight." her mother said staring at her daughter in the mirror.
"Mother, I've told you all ready that I do not like him." Joey replied standing with a slight flush.
"Come now, let's get you ready." she said and nodded to Polly to leave.
She helped Joey into her silver silk dress that did wonders to her body, and fastened the tiny buttons on the back. Joey ran her fingers through her silky dirty blonde hair and smiled.
"Lovely, shall we?" she asked motioning for the door.
Joey walked out of her large bed chamber and down a corridor lined with portraits of her relatives. She paused in front of a painting of her grandmother, Maylenne Fairfield, Queen of Geneva, and smiled.
"I miss her so." she said meekly
She felt her mothers hand on her shoulder and heard her say," I know deary, come now."
They made their way down the stairs and she saw her father in conversation with his accountant, Paul Dorsey.
"Ah, the ladies have finally decided to grace us with their presence. You both look very enchanting." Edward Fairfield said to his wife and daughter.
"They surely do." Paul added, his eyes roving of Joey.
"Disturbing" Joey thought to herself and smiled politely. The man was at least fifty and looked like a version of the St. Noel people celebrated at Christmas time.
Edward saw this and cleared his throat, causing Paul's head to snap back to him.
"Thank you for coming Paul, but the ladies and I need to be on our way." he said and offered his arm to his wife.
Paul watched the three royals walk out the door and be helped into the dark carriage awaiting them outside.
Jacob Lyndhurst watched as his men scurry about on the deck of his ship, tying and untying ropes. He loved being at sea; he made sure that he was on his ship more that in his castle. He walked casually toward the helm watching everything carefully and shouted out some orders. He walked into a room that overlooked the deck and his nose was confronted with the smells of brandy and cigars.
His best friend, and first mate, Logan Maxwell was seated in a velvet chair with a copy of the Gazette in the hands.
"Anything new?" Jacob asked, sitting in a chair opposite him.
"The little bitch has got a mouth I will tell you that." Logan replied not looking up. "All in all, this so called pirate and his merry men are modern day bullies who wish to be recognized for their stupidity. Being afraid of him is like being afraid of stepping on a flower, it's pointless." he read.
Jacob couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile.
Logan slowly lowered the paper and gazed at his friend with an eyebrow raised in question. "What have you planned?" he asked.
"Nothing, just a little dose of reality for our young princess. Don't worry about it, things are going according to plan, we will just make a little stop off the coast of Genoa." Jacob replied smiling devilishly.
Logan shook his head at him and set down the paper. He stood and stretched, then made his way to a table. "Care for a brandy and a game of poker?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me." Jacob replied and made his way to the table.
Josephine Fairfield stretched luxuriously in her large chair behind her larger oak desk. She shuffled some papers around then picked up a quill and scribbled some notes down. She heard someone entering her library and looked up to see a tall handsome man enter. He made his was to the chairs in front of her desk, and he sat.
"Still working on finding him aren't you?" he asked, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him.
She nodded and lay her quill down. "People have a right to know the real thing." she said and tucked a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear.
The man stared at her and smiled. She looked so much like his wife. Her skin was soft and tan and her lips, rosy and full. But her eyes, they were his eyes. She might look like her mother, but her spirit was just like his.
"Is there something you need father?" she asked sweetly.
"I was just wondering if you were going to come to Lady Mathew's ball tonight?" he asked.
"I wouldn't miss it. I was just looking over a few things before I began to get ready." she replied.
He rose and nodded. "Well, we will be leaving soon so go on and get ready."
She rose and followed her father out and skipped up the stairs to her room. When she entered, she saw that her maid, Polly, had already laid out her gown, and prepared a bath for her. She undressed and bathed.
After many minutes she got out and slipped a royal blue, velvet dressing gown on. She sat at her vanity and watched as Polly dried her hair. She looked over at a knock on the door and nodded for Polly to open it.
"Good Evening Joey." her mother said entering.
Josephine smiled at the small figured, Chestnut haired woman standing beside her. It is true, she thought, that she had the face of her mother. But everything else was her fathers.
"You look wonderful mother." she replied.
"Thank you. You know, I've heard that Lord Blankenship will be at the ball tonight." her mother said staring at her daughter in the mirror.
"Mother, I've told you all ready that I do not like him." Joey replied standing with a slight flush.
"Come now, let's get you ready." she said and nodded to Polly to leave.
She helped Joey into her silver silk dress that did wonders to her body, and fastened the tiny buttons on the back. Joey ran her fingers through her silky dirty blonde hair and smiled.
"Lovely, shall we?" she asked motioning for the door.
Joey walked out of her large bed chamber and down a corridor lined with portraits of her relatives. She paused in front of a painting of her grandmother, Maylenne Fairfield, Queen of Geneva, and smiled.
"I miss her so." she said meekly
She felt her mothers hand on her shoulder and heard her say," I know deary, come now."
They made their way down the stairs and she saw her father in conversation with his accountant, Paul Dorsey.
"Ah, the ladies have finally decided to grace us with their presence. You both look very enchanting." Edward Fairfield said to his wife and daughter.
"They surely do." Paul added, his eyes roving of Joey.
"Disturbing" Joey thought to herself and smiled politely. The man was at least fifty and looked like a version of the St. Noel people celebrated at Christmas time.
Edward saw this and cleared his throat, causing Paul's head to snap back to him.
"Thank you for coming Paul, but the ladies and I need to be on our way." he said and offered his arm to his wife.
Paul watched the three royals walk out the door and be helped into the dark carriage awaiting them outside.
Jacob Lyndhurst watched as his men scurry about on the deck of his ship, tying and untying ropes. He loved being at sea; he made sure that he was on his ship more that in his castle. He walked casually toward the helm watching everything carefully and shouted out some orders. He walked into a room that overlooked the deck and his nose was confronted with the smells of brandy and cigars.
His best friend, and first mate, Logan Maxwell was seated in a velvet chair with a copy of the Gazette in the hands.
"Anything new?" Jacob asked, sitting in a chair opposite him.
"The little bitch has got a mouth I will tell you that." Logan replied not looking up. "All in all, this so called pirate and his merry men are modern day bullies who wish to be recognized for their stupidity. Being afraid of him is like being afraid of stepping on a flower, it's pointless." he read.
Jacob couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile.
Logan slowly lowered the paper and gazed at his friend with an eyebrow raised in question. "What have you planned?" he asked.
"Nothing, just a little dose of reality for our young princess. Don't worry about it, things are going according to plan, we will just make a little stop off the coast of Genoa." Jacob replied smiling devilishly.
Logan shook his head at him and set down the paper. He stood and stretched, then made his way to a table. "Care for a brandy and a game of poker?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me." Jacob replied and made his way to the table.