A/N: Okay so yes now Sir. Peter is in the scene and everything. In this chapter I'm oing back to Leonardo and Elizabeth for a bit. I apologize for spelling and grammar mistakes. I will go through the spell check with this chapy. Anyway, my thanks to: Lady Emma, Raina (lol), Gayle (not a good role model, I agree), ElvenYoukai (I told you so, and I won't abandon the story, don't you worry), and of course Rebecca (I am so sorry, your review wasn't up when I updated. sorry!). Thank you everybody for your awesome reviews, here is chapter 14 (which is gonna be very short):
"Now that we've met grandfather we shouldn't have to go find out more about mothers past" Leonardo said suddenly.
"We still don't know her secret, you idiot! That was our goal!" Elizabeth snapped. It was the next morning, they were currently in the royal garden, where they had their books open and were working on their English writing work which they were told by their tutor to have finished by the next class.
"Why don't we just be good children and not nose in to our mother's private affairs. She can tell us when she's ready."
"You're just scared."
"I am not scared!"
"Leonardo, you're a big baby!"
"No, I am two minutes older than you, so you are the big baby!"
Elizabeth sighed as she dipped her quill in the inkbottle and wrote down another sentence in her essay. They were both supposed to write a 1,000-word essay on their family.
"Who are you writing about now?" Leonardo asked her, he was red in the face from the argument. For some reason, he always had trouble running arguments.
"You."
"I hope that they're nice things."
"I hope that one day you won't be my brother. Just because we hope doesn't mean anything really happens."
They stopped talking once more. Leonardo frowned and crossed something out from his essay and wrote a few words very fast over it.
"Hello!" Came a voice from above them.
They looked up to see a girl who couldn't have been much older than nine. She had black hair that reached her elbows and sky blue eyes.
"Hello...I haven't seen you before." Elizabeth said.
"My name is Anna. My brother John was invited to live here by the king." The little girl said in her soft, small voice.
"John! I know him!" Elizabeth said "He has an affair with my sister, Isabella."
"Isabella?" The little girl thought for a second, then said "Oh yes, she is my brother's friend."
Elizabeth snorted. "They're more than just friends"
Anna giggled "Yes, I know, John always says that she is his friend and that she only comes to our house to help him make his bed but I saw them kissing once."
"Help him make his bed?"
"That's what he said they do in there, she mustn't know it that well either because they take an awfully long time."
"Do you see them making it?"
"No, the door is always closed."
The two of them shrugged. Anna sat down beside Isabella; it was then that they both noticed that Leonardo was staring at them.
"Leonardo what's wrong with you?" Elizabeth gave him a slight shake. "Say hello to Anna."
"H...h...hello" He stuttered.
"How do you do?" Anna replied.
Leonardo blushed and looked down at his work.
"Interesting...." Elizabeth's eyebrow was raised.
"So what's your name?" Anna asked
"Elizabeth"
"That's a nice name. I like it."
"You can call me Liz if you like."
"Liz...alright."
"So, about the bed making... how often does it happen?"
"Oh it used to happen a lot but it has not happened recently."
"You've never sneaked in to see?"
"Yes...I did once." Anna giggled again "I'll tell you what I saw, but not here can we go somewhere else?"
Elizabeth nodded and the two giggling girls skipped away to somewhere else, leaving poor Leonardo alone on the grass to finish his essay.
No, he couldn't possibly finish it now. He closed his books, picked the things up and started back to the palace.
As he entered he saw his grandfather sitting on a chair in the dining room writing something. He must have felt Leonardo's stares because he suddenly looked up, quickly closed the notebook he was writing in and smiled at Leonardo. He didn't smile back just walked on.
Upstairs, in his room he dumped the load of things he had held on the bed and ran out. In the hall he ran into John.
"Sorry." Leonardo mumbled.
John bowed "I am the one who needs to apologize, highness"
"Yes, of course. I have never seen you bow to Isabella, at least not when you're kissing her."
"You know about...about...er us?" John blushed.
Leonardo nodded.
John walked away, a bright colour of red covering his face. He was of course going to Isabella's bedroom.
With each step his speed increased, until he finally reached his beloved's room. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside.
"John!" Isabella jerked up "We need to talk!"
"Isabella, don't say anything. I know what you are thinking."
"No, John. You don-"
"In order for us to keep our relationship secret and in order for us to er... stay sane we must not meet again during my stay."
"But-"
"I am sorry, but we have no choice."
"Listen-"
"I have to go now, sweetheart, I'm sorry!"
"But Jo-"
"I love you!"
He quickly left the room. Isabella let herself fall back on the bed. The man whose child she bore was not the least bit interested in what she had to say. Acid-like tears came out of her eyes and rolled down her face. Before she knew it, she was weeping into her pillow.
There was a knock on the door. Isabella quickly wiped of the tears.
"Come in!" She called.
The door was opened gently and the person slid in.
"Nabare?"
"Hello, Isabella."
"Hello..."
He was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, red and violet. He put it on her bedside and sat down on the wooden chair.
"Isabella I think I need to tell you this now.... I know that it might be a bit too early but..."
"Nabare please stop. I do not have any romantic feelings for you."
He blushed deeply "Oh...oh my.... I think that...well, may I ask why?"
"I am so sorry Nabare! I just.... I love somebody else."
"Who?"
"John, he is a gardener in the palace.... And we have been seeing each other for about two years. I am so sorry!"
"No, it...it really is not your fault you should not apologize!"
"I am so glad you understand. I knew that you would."
"Of course, I understand. But I need not be selfish right now. How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine...actually the truth is..."
Isabella paused, no she would not tell him. John didn't know, and until he didn't, nobody else would.
"Yes?"
"I...um...have been fine for hours I just need rest now."
"Oh than I shall leave you."
"You do not have to."
"Yes, I do, actually I have a meeting with the knights right now. I thought I would come in and give you your flowers."
"Then goodbye."
"Goodbye, Isabella," He bowed " I hope you feel better soon."
She smiled at him, he smiled back then he left. Poor Nabare, poor, poor Nabare. Heartbreaks were never easy on anyone. She had just broken a heart; of course John had sort of broken her heart. John. John had changed her life in every way. He had made her tell lies, a lie over lie. He had made her do things her parents had never wanted her to do, and now he was going to make her a mother soon.
A mother. That did not sound right. It seemed her childhood had been just yesterday. Everything was happening too fast. It just was not right. No, she couldn't think about this now, she was far too tired, her unborn child had kept her awake all night, she must have thrown up ten times. "I should go to sleep now," She thought, and patted her stomach "you should rest too, savour your time in the world of no woes."
What was she thinking, that was the first thought that came to her before going to sleep, having a child was going to be wonderful.
Ending Remarks: Yeah right! :P
"Now that we've met grandfather we shouldn't have to go find out more about mothers past" Leonardo said suddenly.
"We still don't know her secret, you idiot! That was our goal!" Elizabeth snapped. It was the next morning, they were currently in the royal garden, where they had their books open and were working on their English writing work which they were told by their tutor to have finished by the next class.
"Why don't we just be good children and not nose in to our mother's private affairs. She can tell us when she's ready."
"You're just scared."
"I am not scared!"
"Leonardo, you're a big baby!"
"No, I am two minutes older than you, so you are the big baby!"
Elizabeth sighed as she dipped her quill in the inkbottle and wrote down another sentence in her essay. They were both supposed to write a 1,000-word essay on their family.
"Who are you writing about now?" Leonardo asked her, he was red in the face from the argument. For some reason, he always had trouble running arguments.
"You."
"I hope that they're nice things."
"I hope that one day you won't be my brother. Just because we hope doesn't mean anything really happens."
They stopped talking once more. Leonardo frowned and crossed something out from his essay and wrote a few words very fast over it.
"Hello!" Came a voice from above them.
They looked up to see a girl who couldn't have been much older than nine. She had black hair that reached her elbows and sky blue eyes.
"Hello...I haven't seen you before." Elizabeth said.
"My name is Anna. My brother John was invited to live here by the king." The little girl said in her soft, small voice.
"John! I know him!" Elizabeth said "He has an affair with my sister, Isabella."
"Isabella?" The little girl thought for a second, then said "Oh yes, she is my brother's friend."
Elizabeth snorted. "They're more than just friends"
Anna giggled "Yes, I know, John always says that she is his friend and that she only comes to our house to help him make his bed but I saw them kissing once."
"Help him make his bed?"
"That's what he said they do in there, she mustn't know it that well either because they take an awfully long time."
"Do you see them making it?"
"No, the door is always closed."
The two of them shrugged. Anna sat down beside Isabella; it was then that they both noticed that Leonardo was staring at them.
"Leonardo what's wrong with you?" Elizabeth gave him a slight shake. "Say hello to Anna."
"H...h...hello" He stuttered.
"How do you do?" Anna replied.
Leonardo blushed and looked down at his work.
"Interesting...." Elizabeth's eyebrow was raised.
"So what's your name?" Anna asked
"Elizabeth"
"That's a nice name. I like it."
"You can call me Liz if you like."
"Liz...alright."
"So, about the bed making... how often does it happen?"
"Oh it used to happen a lot but it has not happened recently."
"You've never sneaked in to see?"
"Yes...I did once." Anna giggled again "I'll tell you what I saw, but not here can we go somewhere else?"
Elizabeth nodded and the two giggling girls skipped away to somewhere else, leaving poor Leonardo alone on the grass to finish his essay.
No, he couldn't possibly finish it now. He closed his books, picked the things up and started back to the palace.
As he entered he saw his grandfather sitting on a chair in the dining room writing something. He must have felt Leonardo's stares because he suddenly looked up, quickly closed the notebook he was writing in and smiled at Leonardo. He didn't smile back just walked on.
Upstairs, in his room he dumped the load of things he had held on the bed and ran out. In the hall he ran into John.
"Sorry." Leonardo mumbled.
John bowed "I am the one who needs to apologize, highness"
"Yes, of course. I have never seen you bow to Isabella, at least not when you're kissing her."
"You know about...about...er us?" John blushed.
Leonardo nodded.
John walked away, a bright colour of red covering his face. He was of course going to Isabella's bedroom.
With each step his speed increased, until he finally reached his beloved's room. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside.
"John!" Isabella jerked up "We need to talk!"
"Isabella, don't say anything. I know what you are thinking."
"No, John. You don-"
"In order for us to keep our relationship secret and in order for us to er... stay sane we must not meet again during my stay."
"But-"
"I am sorry, but we have no choice."
"Listen-"
"I have to go now, sweetheart, I'm sorry!"
"But Jo-"
"I love you!"
He quickly left the room. Isabella let herself fall back on the bed. The man whose child she bore was not the least bit interested in what she had to say. Acid-like tears came out of her eyes and rolled down her face. Before she knew it, she was weeping into her pillow.
There was a knock on the door. Isabella quickly wiped of the tears.
"Come in!" She called.
The door was opened gently and the person slid in.
"Nabare?"
"Hello, Isabella."
"Hello..."
He was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, red and violet. He put it on her bedside and sat down on the wooden chair.
"Isabella I think I need to tell you this now.... I know that it might be a bit too early but..."
"Nabare please stop. I do not have any romantic feelings for you."
He blushed deeply "Oh...oh my.... I think that...well, may I ask why?"
"I am so sorry Nabare! I just.... I love somebody else."
"Who?"
"John, he is a gardener in the palace.... And we have been seeing each other for about two years. I am so sorry!"
"No, it...it really is not your fault you should not apologize!"
"I am so glad you understand. I knew that you would."
"Of course, I understand. But I need not be selfish right now. How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine...actually the truth is..."
Isabella paused, no she would not tell him. John didn't know, and until he didn't, nobody else would.
"Yes?"
"I...um...have been fine for hours I just need rest now."
"Oh than I shall leave you."
"You do not have to."
"Yes, I do, actually I have a meeting with the knights right now. I thought I would come in and give you your flowers."
"Then goodbye."
"Goodbye, Isabella," He bowed " I hope you feel better soon."
She smiled at him, he smiled back then he left. Poor Nabare, poor, poor Nabare. Heartbreaks were never easy on anyone. She had just broken a heart; of course John had sort of broken her heart. John. John had changed her life in every way. He had made her tell lies, a lie over lie. He had made her do things her parents had never wanted her to do, and now he was going to make her a mother soon.
A mother. That did not sound right. It seemed her childhood had been just yesterday. Everything was happening too fast. It just was not right. No, she couldn't think about this now, she was far too tired, her unborn child had kept her awake all night, she must have thrown up ten times. "I should go to sleep now," She thought, and patted her stomach "you should rest too, savour your time in the world of no woes."
What was she thinking, that was the first thought that came to her before going to sleep, having a child was going to be wonderful.
Ending Remarks: Yeah right! :P