Author's Note Thanks to all those reviewers out there. Keep reading because the story gets even more hectic! Hehe. Thanks to Lexan, Wen, Lil Jean, Mark C, Optic, Black-rose91, Williz. Black-rose91, I took your advice and wrote into this chapter. Hope you enjoy! Mark C, I agree with what you have to say and appreciate your anticipation. Wen, that was great thinking about the pregnancy, although I presume her mother would never speak to her or have anything to do with her, but just keep reading and you will find out what will happen.

Chapter 11

Jean had slept so peacefully the night before. Not waking up until late today with her head stuck in the clouds. She preferred to think of her head stuck in a puddle of rain and dirt because that is what she felt like. She felt as natural as the dirt every time she thought about Scott's kisses and as peaceful and steady as the rain every time she thought of that name. What a sweet name. Jean thought not of her mother's thoughts of gypsies and her title as princess. It was in her blood to be royal but Jean had no problem sharing that blood between something called love and someone called Scott.

After her peaceful sleep she was determined to tell Kitty everything before she met Scott tomorrow. She walked to her room with a twinkle in her eyes and a hopeful heart. She went into her room in hope to find Kitty fixing something of hers. She was overly joyous to the point where she could not hold it in any longer. She had to speak to Kitty. She had to tell her trusting mother figure everything. She had to speak to her right away. Scott was a secret she did not want to keep. She needed to let out what she felt. Love did not have one feeling. It was like a huge dictionary floating inside you heart, mind, and soul.

She wanted to tell Kitty that she loved the way Scott held his family together. She wanted to tell her how much she loved Scott's eyes and determination. She wanted to tell Kitty how much she loved the way Scott touched her. How much she loved the energy Scott showed to life every waking moment. When she was with him everything that would come out of her mouth would be philosophy. She felt safe in his muscular arms and warm heart. She felt beautiful when she was with him.

Jean looked inside but found no one. She walked rather quickly to the kitchen like she was a five year old looking for chocolate. She looked inside to find two of their cooks inside. They looked to her with a smile as she returned the biggest smile she has ever made in her entire life. Jean was anxious. She had to find Kitty. She searched the rooms and the garden, but nothing. She retreated to going back inside and searching the rooms once again, in case she missed something on the west side of the castle. "Mother, have you seen Kitty?" Jean had asked her mother in attempt to get an answer. Most likely she did not know where Kitty was. Jean does not recall her mother ever knowing where any of the servants were. Jean did not care if her mother knew. She does not care if her mother suspects her being with Scott. After the dinner party that is the first person she would ever think of being with. Not that it was not like this before.

"Jean, nonsense," Queen Elaine said with a wave of her gloved hand. She simply ignored her daughter and headed off to God knows where. She had a messenger behind her carrying a scroll of paper. Jean did not even want to ask. She just resorted to finding Kitty again.

Where else would Kitty be? In the servant's quarters of course! Jean exclaimed to herself as she headed that way. She went down the steps and closed the iron door behind her. Everyone greeted her kindly and sweetly, for they loved Jean's spirit towards life. They also loved to be in her presence. She was good for company. "Hello," Jean greeted them all as they smiled and greeted back while work was being done all around them.

Jean lifted her neck higher to look over the heads spread around to see where Kitty was. But no sign of her. She had looked everywhere and no sign of her yet. "Where is Kitty?" Jean asked quietly. No one seemed to hear her. "Where is Kitty?" Jean asked a little louder for her to be heard this time. Nobody answered her once more. "WHERE IS KITTY?!? WHERE IS SHE!?!" Jean asked loudly, as if she were ordering them to inform her on Kitty's whereabouts.

All the servant's, all of her friends, all the people she had known for so long had just stopped. Silence rushed over her and the room echoed with sounds of breathing. Jean's heart sank to her stomach as she tightened her lips shut. Then she spoke with shakiness in her voice. "Where is she?" Jean whispered on the peak of bursting out of her body. She did not know what was happening at the moment. But she had a very bad feeling in her guts about it. Something was definitely not placed correctly. Then again, nothing in life was ever place properly at the proper time. Nothing.

Lance, a humble yet temperamental servant that Jean knew for so long took his hat off in front of Jean and held it to the top of his stomach. He titled his head slightly forward and looked up at her with sad eyes. Something Jean rarely saw in him. Silence washed over them once again as Jean focused her gaze on the man in front of her, waiting for an answer. Sometimes questions seemed much more logical than answers.

"She's gone your highness," Lance said with a gloomy face. Everyone looked to her with empathy because she was oblivious to this. How could she be oblivious? She was the princess! "Your majesty the Queen has shipped her off to the Americas. Just last night."

Jean's lips were dry and silent for everlasting moments. She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cold cheek. Everyone bent their heads forward as Jean did the same. The only thing she felt she could do.

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Jean placed the hood over her head to cover herself. She watched the guards that had been guarding the doors to the stalks and they did not flinch once. She tried to conjure up a plan to stop this torment by freeing prisoners who are in there because the system lacks justice.

After being traumatized by the shocking news about Kitty, her mother and best friend, she raced out here. She had to do this, even if the night seemed darker tonight than any other. She had the urge to free Logan, despite her past attempts to do so. She was determined and forceful upon it. She was not taking this matter lightly this time around. She was going to scream. She was going to scream at the top of her lungs. "FIRE!!!" Jean came out and ran towards the guards, hood still over her head. "FIRE IN A HOUSE NEARBY!!!" Jean screamed as she watched the guards scurry to where her finger was pointing. How could they obey Duncan to set fire to a home and then try to save another home from a fire?

Jean ran inside and shut the door behind her. She put her hand to her heart and leaned against the door with a sigh of relief. She walked down the steps to enter bars. She heard a whip in the distance and gasped at the sound. Torture. She walked passed the bars in search of a familiar face. The face of Logan's. The face of a father and a husband. And most importantly, a person.

She walked passed the people reaching their hands out weakly as they moaned and groaned. "Please help us," voices muttered all at once. Jean wanted to shut her ears and close her eyes. She wanted to pretend this was not reality and the sounds she was hearing were hallucinations. But she knew she could not. She had never been down here before and she never wanted to come down here again. It was dark with an orange light that gave her a feeling of gloominess. Whips were echoed in the distance and suffering was seen around the prison. If anything should be burned down, it should be this place.

Jean gasped as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs that led deeper down. The stairs where the whips echoed and the screams could be heard. She hid behind a brick wall at the end of the bars where there were more steps. A door was suddenly slammed and the sounds of whips and screaming were drowned out. Silent and hard breathing came from behind the wall Jean hid behind. No moans. No complaints. A man that seemed to take the pain, as if it were alright for this to happen. As if he was too afraid to cry out. Jean peaked her head slightly out to see a man crouched on his knees with his palms pressed to the ground and his head bent forward, his breath heaving.

Her shadow had crawled on the ground for the hurt man to see. He titled his face slightly up to catch Jean's eye. Jean looked into the brown eyes of a man she once recognized. She gasped at the sight of seeing someone she knew hurt and tortured. She came out from behind the wall with the keys still in her hands and bent to kneel on her knees. "Logan," she said with sympathy and empathy, although she knew she could never be able to feel what he felt at this moment. She swallowed a pool of saliva sitting in her mouth as she looked at his weary eyes and his tired face.

"Jeannie," Logan said as Jean let a small smile escape her lips. She would always love it when he called her that. And to hear those words and that voice spoken again was music to her ears. "Run Jeannie. Get out of here."

Jean placed her hand slightly over the bruises on his face and shoulders. She cringed at the sight of them. All this, for what? Why? "I am here to help you," Jean heard herself say as if those words were full of meaning.

"You can't help me Jeannie," Logan said. "Get out of here. You have your whole life ahead of you. Go. Get out of here. This is no place for you." Jean hated herself at that moment when Logan said those words. She knew they were true. She hated herself and the whole world for being silent. She questioned God for being silent.

Before Jean could mutter another word a door was kicked open. Foot steps were heard upon stairs as a group of guards grabbed Jean from behind. Jean struggled to get free of their grasp but it was useless. She saw a glimpse of Logan's head drop. "You should not be down here Princess!" the guards said through gritted teeth, as if they knew she would pull something like this off. "LOGAN! NO! LET ME GO, YOU IMBECILES! I AM THE PRINCESS OF FRANCE!!!" Jean yelled as if that would help. She knew all they would do is inform the king and queen of her actions. But she could care less. All she wanted to do was break free of their grasp. They were physically and spiritually dragging her out, with effort because of the fight she put up. But it was useless.

Logan heard her screaming until it subsided when the door slammed behind them and it was heard in the distance. A guard kicked Logan upon the back of his neck and bent down to grab the keys. The guard placed the keys in his pocket and began to chuckle.

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The morning sun peaked through the trees. There was a twinkle in his eyes. Much like the twinkle he had deep within every time he saw Jean. But now he wore it out on his sleeves.

Scott waited for her where vines grew upon concrete walls that were torn down long ago. Flowers grew from the vines crawling upon the walls and leaves fluttered upon the cracked concrete floor. A tree lie in the middle, bent over upon the middle rock of the roofless room.

Scott remembered when Jean had brought him here to read a book. It was a very intriguing book about a man who found life and freedom in his lover's eyes. He found his other half within another person. That is how Scott felt at the moment. She completed him. His smile could only be conjured when he was with her. Her smile, her laughter, he loved to hear. He loved to listen to her beautiful words. He loved to watch her graceful body and open mind. Everyday he found something new about her and he loved the way her eyes brought him deeper each time he looked into them. He always used to question why he was even living if living properly was not allowed for gypsies. But he respected and appreciated his life when Jean, a princess, found contentment with his family. When he looked at her, he answered his own question of why he was even living.

He heard crunching on the ground and knew Jean was here. Finally, he could wrap her in his arms where they could be able to get lost together. "Scott?" Jean's voice sounded desperate to speak to him. Scott managed to sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He bent down slightly to place his mouth upon her shoulder. Jean leaned into him and lightly smiled. He kissed her cheek and whispered light words in her ear, "It is good to see you, as usual."

"Scott," Jean whispered as she tried to stop him from making her loose her words. She had to say what needed to be said. She turned around in his arms to meet face to face with her glistening eyes. They were glazed with tears that began to stream down her face. He hated seeing tears in her eyes. He needed and yearned to see her beautiful smile that woke him up in the morning and made him smile every time he thought about it.

He brushed his thumb across the tear on her face and wiped it upon his fingers. He wanted all her worries to wash over him. His heart ached when he heard her sob ever so lightly. "What is bothering you Jean?" Scott asked as he searched her eyes. He held her upper arms and looked upon her beautiful face. "What has happened?" His heart melted at the sight of seeing her sad.

"Kitty's gone," Jean whispered. "Logan, he will never be able to……" Jean's words drifted off as she held her breath. "You say I can do anything."

"I know you can," Scott said as he caught her gaze. Jean felt so comfortable in his grasp. She wanted to bury her face in his chest and so she did. She folded her arms upon it as Scott held her around him, and embraced her warmth.

"No, Scott," Jean whispered through choked sobs. Her whole body trembled beneath Scott with uncontrollable sobs. "I can't. I really can't. I really can't," she repeated. "I am truly sorry."

He had tried to rescue Logan when he was a little boy. He always thought that if he were prince of France he could do anything, including releasing the prisoners. There was no absolute reason they should be imprisoned. But now he saw that even a princess could not do such a thing.

She had come to his rescue when their home was attacked and burned down. She had comforted him and let him know that there was still hope. Now he wanted to do the same. He wanted to comfort her in any way possible and make it as easier on her as possible, as she did with him. He wanted to be her protector, her world.

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