A/N: Hello!! I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry about not updating I really am. I had no idea that there had been so many reviews and I had been a little bummed out because many review for my other stories were very discouraging. Honsetly I havent written on this story in a long time and I think it is because I love it and dont want it to end. Nut it will soon Im afraid. Thank you sooo much fro everything and enjoy the next couple chapters(as the come). If you would like to read more of my stories check out Fictionpress.com under the pen name SmileyFace123!! Sarah
Chapter Nine
Jacob sat in a wicker chair, on the balcony of his bedchamber, at the Duke and Duchess of Lakeville's beautiful two story mansion. Terence and Brent had brought him here and was told that Joey would be joining him shortly. That was a week ago.
"Jacob, oh I'm sorry if I am interrupting your peace and silence, but I thought you would like to know that I have just received a letter from Joey" A lovely, curly haired woman said stepping out onto the balcony.
Jacob stood and stretched. "Did she say if she was coming?" he asked hopeful.
The woman smiled and handed him a piece of parchment. He unfolded it and read it, a smile coming to his face. "The little wench." He murmured. "Thanks Chelsea." He added and handed the letter back to her.
"Of course." She replied and left him.
It would be about another week before she would arrive. She mentioned what her father did when he had found out the Jacob escaped, but didn't say anything else about the matter. He sent troops to scatter the grounds. He also called for Brent and Terence to come and help in the search. Her father had no idea about anything. Joey also said the she had convinced him that she would go to a safe place with Terence and Brent; that she would bait him out and Brent would capture him again.
Joey smiled as she road up the gravel drive of Chelsea King's estate. Scotland was one of her favorite places. And the springtime was the perfect time of year to be here. Everything was in bloom and growing. She pulled her mare, Buttercup, to a halt and was helped off by Terence.
"Thank you so much Terry, Brent." She said to her escorts. "I really can't tell you how much this meant to me. I hope that you'll stay here for a little while, I'm sure that Chelsea won't mind."
"Of course I don't mind." Chelsea said stepping out onto the porch of the mansion.
Joey turned and smiled brightly. "Chelsea! You look great! It has been so long!" She hugged Chelsea tightly.
"You are still looking great, and this hair! Last time I saw you it was chopped up." She replied, and let her go. She looked up at Brent and Terence, and smiled. "Cook is already making dinner, and your rooms are still as you left them."
"Wonderful." Terence said and smiled.
"Has Jacob been causing you any problems?" Joey asked.
"No, he has been an angel actually. Timothy and he have become friends." Chelsea answered as they made their way inside.
"Timothy? And Jacob? That seems odd, they seem like they would be complete opposites." Joey said and shrugged off her cloak. She turned and saw Jacob coming down the staircase.
A smile came to her face and she began to walk towards him. He pulled her into his arms and spun her around, the sound of her laughter making him smile. He put her down and kissed her cheek. "Come." He said and pulled her back outside.
They walked around the house, and into the gardens. Roses, lilies, tulips, and every other flower imaginable abounded there. There was a lake in the middle of the garden, with a weeping willow growing in the middle of it. It's long, skinny branches swooping gracefully down onto the water. There was a bench on the side of the lake that overlooked it, and the extensive bushes of flowers.
"God I missed you." He said sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.
"It hasn't even been that long! I can remember when you hated the very sight of me." She replied leaning back to look at him.
He gave her an offended look and the tips of his mouths curved up into a smile. "I would never!"
"Yes you were! You were absolutely horrid to me then. I don't understand how we have gotten to this stage now." She replied with a bright smile still plastered on her face.
"I'm not sure either, but I am glad that we reached it. Now tell me what your father did when he noticed I was gone."
Joey took a deep breath and began her story. "Father went absolutely mad the next morning, when he found all his best guards locked up in your cell. He searched every home in Geneva but couldn't find you. He called for Terence and Brent. Luckily, they got back just in time, fom delivering you. With some quick lying skills, Edward believed the two and began to send out ships. He is still searching for you." She finished with a laugh.
"I love it when you laugh." he said and kissed her dimples.
"Well, I love that devilish smile of yours, even though it makes me feal dreadfully uncomfortable." She replied and kissed him soundly.
He grinned wickedly and looked away from her. "What?" she asked.
"I loved smaking your bottom whenever you wronged me." he laughed.
"Perverted bastard!" she yelped and hopped off his lap. She picked up her skirts and began running back through the gardens, Jacob right behind her.
She reached the edge of the gardens, and headed towards the front of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her father, King Edward Fairfeild, dismounting from his stallion. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dried.
"Joey! Get back her right now!" Jacob yelled seeing her stop. He followed her line of vision and saw Edward. "Whoa whoa whoa." he whispered puling himself to a stop.
Joey turned quickly to him and whispered "Run!" But she was too late.
Chapter Nine
Jacob sat in a wicker chair, on the balcony of his bedchamber, at the Duke and Duchess of Lakeville's beautiful two story mansion. Terence and Brent had brought him here and was told that Joey would be joining him shortly. That was a week ago.
"Jacob, oh I'm sorry if I am interrupting your peace and silence, but I thought you would like to know that I have just received a letter from Joey" A lovely, curly haired woman said stepping out onto the balcony.
Jacob stood and stretched. "Did she say if she was coming?" he asked hopeful.
The woman smiled and handed him a piece of parchment. He unfolded it and read it, a smile coming to his face. "The little wench." He murmured. "Thanks Chelsea." He added and handed the letter back to her.
"Of course." She replied and left him.
It would be about another week before she would arrive. She mentioned what her father did when he had found out the Jacob escaped, but didn't say anything else about the matter. He sent troops to scatter the grounds. He also called for Brent and Terence to come and help in the search. Her father had no idea about anything. Joey also said the she had convinced him that she would go to a safe place with Terence and Brent; that she would bait him out and Brent would capture him again.
Joey smiled as she road up the gravel drive of Chelsea King's estate. Scotland was one of her favorite places. And the springtime was the perfect time of year to be here. Everything was in bloom and growing. She pulled her mare, Buttercup, to a halt and was helped off by Terence.
"Thank you so much Terry, Brent." She said to her escorts. "I really can't tell you how much this meant to me. I hope that you'll stay here for a little while, I'm sure that Chelsea won't mind."
"Of course I don't mind." Chelsea said stepping out onto the porch of the mansion.
Joey turned and smiled brightly. "Chelsea! You look great! It has been so long!" She hugged Chelsea tightly.
"You are still looking great, and this hair! Last time I saw you it was chopped up." She replied, and let her go. She looked up at Brent and Terence, and smiled. "Cook is already making dinner, and your rooms are still as you left them."
"Wonderful." Terence said and smiled.
"Has Jacob been causing you any problems?" Joey asked.
"No, he has been an angel actually. Timothy and he have become friends." Chelsea answered as they made their way inside.
"Timothy? And Jacob? That seems odd, they seem like they would be complete opposites." Joey said and shrugged off her cloak. She turned and saw Jacob coming down the staircase.
A smile came to her face and she began to walk towards him. He pulled her into his arms and spun her around, the sound of her laughter making him smile. He put her down and kissed her cheek. "Come." He said and pulled her back outside.
They walked around the house, and into the gardens. Roses, lilies, tulips, and every other flower imaginable abounded there. There was a lake in the middle of the garden, with a weeping willow growing in the middle of it. It's long, skinny branches swooping gracefully down onto the water. There was a bench on the side of the lake that overlooked it, and the extensive bushes of flowers.
"God I missed you." He said sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.
"It hasn't even been that long! I can remember when you hated the very sight of me." She replied leaning back to look at him.
He gave her an offended look and the tips of his mouths curved up into a smile. "I would never!"
"Yes you were! You were absolutely horrid to me then. I don't understand how we have gotten to this stage now." She replied with a bright smile still plastered on her face.
"I'm not sure either, but I am glad that we reached it. Now tell me what your father did when he noticed I was gone."
Joey took a deep breath and began her story. "Father went absolutely mad the next morning, when he found all his best guards locked up in your cell. He searched every home in Geneva but couldn't find you. He called for Terence and Brent. Luckily, they got back just in time, fom delivering you. With some quick lying skills, Edward believed the two and began to send out ships. He is still searching for you." She finished with a laugh.
"I love it when you laugh." he said and kissed her dimples.
"Well, I love that devilish smile of yours, even though it makes me feal dreadfully uncomfortable." She replied and kissed him soundly.
He grinned wickedly and looked away from her. "What?" she asked.
"I loved smaking your bottom whenever you wronged me." he laughed.
"Perverted bastard!" she yelped and hopped off his lap. She picked up her skirts and began running back through the gardens, Jacob right behind her.
She reached the edge of the gardens, and headed towards the front of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her father, King Edward Fairfeild, dismounting from his stallion. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dried.
"Joey! Get back her right now!" Jacob yelled seeing her stop. He followed her line of vision and saw Edward. "Whoa whoa whoa." he whispered puling himself to a stop.
Joey turned quickly to him and whispered "Run!" But she was too late.