Whoa I got lots of reviews for this one here's the ppl I must thank [this isn't what they wrote this is my response]-
LivEvil- I guess it could be humor and you will find out in this chapter!
Lina567- Thank you! Go G/ML!
Valese- Actually the P.O.V's is a good idea, I should have thought of it! Oh and your right, I'm not going to include much of the other couples in this, maybe a few references but that's about it.
Lady_ArabellaSedai-Yes fluff is very fun!
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Any who now onto the story!!!!
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Marie awoke to a throbbing pain in her head; she shook her head and cleared her vision. She was in a dark cell, it was cold and drafty. Marie thought she was alone until a figure stirred next to her, groaning slightly. Marie let out a small cry.
"Huh? Where in blazes am I?" The voice was familiar. It was George! Marie crawled over to him.
"George!"
"Marie? Are you ok?"
"Yes I'm fine. What happened?"
"Well we were walking and you collapsed and I can't remember much after that because I got knocked out too."
"How?"
"They hit me in the back of the neck."
"Oh dear!"
"Don't Worry Miss Marie Louise, I mean Marie. I will protect you."
"Thank you George." She couldn't make out his face in the dark but it was comforting to know he was there, even if it wasn't a confession of love. Suddenly light cascaded into the cell from the doorway.
A large man stood in the doorway. He shoved the keys into his pocket and looked at the princess and her knight.
"C'mon Superior wants to see you." he said in a gruff voice. George stood in front of Marie, and took a step forward. The guard's hand shot out.
"Not you stupid, the Royal bitch" Marie gasped at the vulgar name. George's eye lit with furry. He shifted closer to the large man, by strength and size George's opponent tipped the scales, but George had sparred with Argo before and had much practice with foes larger than he.
"You should never address a lady, let alone a Princess in that manner." George said.
"What'cha gonna do? Throw a rose at me?" The burly man spat.
"Who needs roses?" George challenged. Those words set the man's temper off and he charged at George. George side stepped and the man slid on the clammy floor, he turned to face George. Marie cowered in the corner.
The man stepped forward and threw a cocky punch to George's gut. George twisted on his heel, losing balance; his opponent took the opportunity and elbowed him in the stomach, sending George into the thick stone wall. George sat up regaining his breath, and wiped his mouth on the cuff of his sleeve. George rose to his feet. The man through a punch this time George had the stature to react and moved, the man sunk his fist into pure stone and screamed out in pain, sliding to the floor, cradling his broken knuckles.
George took the break and hit him the back of the neck, the man sunk to the floor in a heap. George put a hand to his now bruised stomach, the punch had done more damage than he thought, and it had. The punch had broken a rib. George dropped his hand to his side and straitened up, despite the searing pain.
"I'm sorry you had to hear such foul language and see such violence." George spoke painfully. Marie moved towards him, her face ridden with worry.
"Are you ok George? That last hit looked painful." George shook his head.
"We need to leave this place now." George bent down and scooped up the keys strewn onto the floor from the commotion. He walked out the open cell door, with Marie following, locking the door behind him. The hallway wasn't much brighter than the cell. Oil lamps that were hung lit the passage. Judging by the stone, George estimated the place, to be a castle from the late 1600's.
They walked in silence, their ears tuned to even the quietest sound. Marie walked behind George, her paces light and even. There was a scraping of chairs on the floor above, Marie jumped and clung to George. She realized what she had done and started to pull away, however George held her hand warmly, so she didn't pull it away.
"OMG!!!!!! I can't believe it George is…. Actually holding my hand I could just melt! Wait no then he'll think I'm disgusting! All right, keep holding hands, look strait ahead and don't melt Marie. DON'T MELT!!!!" Marie thought. Her face painted with inner turmoil. George looked at Marie.
"Smooth George, real smooth, now she's going to think you're desperate either that or she'll think you only want to protect her" Marie laced her fingers with George's absentmindedly. "She needs to know how I feel…. I need to speak the words my heart wants to scream. I need to tell her that…Je l'aime, I love her." [A/N Ok so it's major corny but hell, its love who gives a shit] George thought.
The knight and the princess reached the end of the passage and there was only one way to go, forward through a large oak door. George grasped the iron handle and wrenched it open. George looked at his hand; a rusty hue stained his pale skin. He wiped it on his handkerchief and stuffed the cloth back in his pocket.
The minuet Marie and George stepped in they were bombarded with the smells of expensive cigars and French cologne. It took Marie every lesson in manners to keep from heaving due to the sickening odor. This room was richly furnished with velvet tapestries hanging from the walls and the furniture looked about the same era as the castle.
"So you have found your way." A sinister voice rang out from the darkened side of the room. A man sat in a plush chair. He had brown hair tied back by a single ribbon into a lose ponytail. His eyes where hidden beneath an accumulation of bangs.
"What do you want with her?" George demanded. He could feel the princess shrink back behind him. Her hands were trembling as she gripped his hand tensely. The man simply smirked.
"It's not a matter of what I want with her. It's that I want her." Marie looked appalled at the man, and George was down right furious. The man spoke again. " She's a princess and by marrying her I will be a prince and then king."
"You cannot do that the king wont accept it." George yelled furiously.
"Who says the king will be at the wedding? He wont have a choice once we are." The man grinned slyly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" George swore. George actually swore! Marie flinched at the word. George mentally kicked himself for saying that in front of Marie. He turned his head to her "I'm sorry you had to hear that Miss Marie." he whispered. She smiled timidly.
"I am Dimitre [sounds evil right?] And I am the future King of France. Now step aside."
"I will die before I will let you lay a finger on her!"
"That can be arranged!" Dimitre spat and pulled a sword [old fashioned I know]. George also drew his sword.
"Marie run!" George said. Almost as if they heard him, two guards came and grabbed Marie forcing her into a chair. Dimitre walked till he was a few meters from the knight. George narrowed his eyes and got into ready position, as did his opponent.
"I give you the first move." George said. Dimitre quickly lunged forward, and propelled his sword to George's side. George being the experienced fighter read the attack [A/N warning I have no clue about fencing so bear with me] and hopped the side smacking the blade away with his own sword.
The two continued this way, One on offense one on defense then they would switch, never getting to close to winning or losing. After a while the men got tired, and George stopped reading his opponents moves. Dimitre took this chance and faked a right slash, but instead came in from the left, luckily George saw it in time, but it cost him his weapon, the force of the collision of the two blades sent them spinning in opposite directions. George ran for his blade and leaned down and scooped it up.
"GEORGE!" Marie screamed. He drew himself to a knee and looked up. A gun hovered inches from his face. Dimitre looked down at George, his hand resting on the trigger, malice dancing violently in his eyes.
"Such a foolish man to challenge me! Don't bother saying your prayers your going strait to hell." George stared strait into the barrel [A/n it is the barrel right?] of the gun. He then sat back and set his sword on ground and closed his eyes.
"I want to say one thing before I die." George opened his eyes and stared strait into Marie's. "Je vous aime Marie Louise…. À jamais [A/n I love you…forever]." Marie's eyes went wide.
"George" Marie whispered but she was cut off.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marie awoke the same way she had for years. The sun filtered through her curtains and splashed onto her face. The same maid disappeared into the hall. Marie stood up and got dressed she sat down at her mirror and picked up her brush. Music filtered through the air the same song from her favorite play she heard a long time before.
Marie stood up and walked into the study. The music didn't roll along as smoothly as it did before but it would still make many jealous. She walked in; George sat at the piano playing. Marie walked over and sat next to him.
George played slower then usual, because he shoulder still hadn't healed, but it was better then being dead. The funny thing was Marie, of all people saved his life. That moment flashed back into his mind.
"George." Marie whispered. Marie broke through the guard's grip in a rush of adrenaline, and slammed into Dimitre, throwing his aim off.
BANG!
George still got hit but he wasn't dead however if they didn't get to a hospital. George had lost consciousness about five minuets later. The Neo- French government showed up and arrested Dimitre and his groupies.
"George you shouldn't be playing or you'll re-open that wound." George snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at Marie. A green ribbon tamed her golden curls and her emerald showed warmth and concern.
"Don't worry Mon amour [my love] I'll be careful."
"George please, I love you" George stared into those beautiful deep jade orbs, and leaned over placing a kiss on her lips. They both had gone through a trial, a trial to prove their love…and they passed.
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Ok, sorry about the ending I just couldn't think of anything ….R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I'll never update again!!!! Muwahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
LivEvil- I guess it could be humor and you will find out in this chapter!
Lina567- Thank you! Go G/ML!
Valese- Actually the P.O.V's is a good idea, I should have thought of it! Oh and your right, I'm not going to include much of the other couples in this, maybe a few references but that's about it.
Lady_ArabellaSedai-Yes fluff is very fun!
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Any who now onto the story!!!!
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Marie awoke to a throbbing pain in her head; she shook her head and cleared her vision. She was in a dark cell, it was cold and drafty. Marie thought she was alone until a figure stirred next to her, groaning slightly. Marie let out a small cry.
"Huh? Where in blazes am I?" The voice was familiar. It was George! Marie crawled over to him.
"George!"
"Marie? Are you ok?"
"Yes I'm fine. What happened?"
"Well we were walking and you collapsed and I can't remember much after that because I got knocked out too."
"How?"
"They hit me in the back of the neck."
"Oh dear!"
"Don't Worry Miss Marie Louise, I mean Marie. I will protect you."
"Thank you George." She couldn't make out his face in the dark but it was comforting to know he was there, even if it wasn't a confession of love. Suddenly light cascaded into the cell from the doorway.
A large man stood in the doorway. He shoved the keys into his pocket and looked at the princess and her knight.
"C'mon Superior wants to see you." he said in a gruff voice. George stood in front of Marie, and took a step forward. The guard's hand shot out.
"Not you stupid, the Royal bitch" Marie gasped at the vulgar name. George's eye lit with furry. He shifted closer to the large man, by strength and size George's opponent tipped the scales, but George had sparred with Argo before and had much practice with foes larger than he.
"You should never address a lady, let alone a Princess in that manner." George said.
"What'cha gonna do? Throw a rose at me?" The burly man spat.
"Who needs roses?" George challenged. Those words set the man's temper off and he charged at George. George side stepped and the man slid on the clammy floor, he turned to face George. Marie cowered in the corner.
The man stepped forward and threw a cocky punch to George's gut. George twisted on his heel, losing balance; his opponent took the opportunity and elbowed him in the stomach, sending George into the thick stone wall. George sat up regaining his breath, and wiped his mouth on the cuff of his sleeve. George rose to his feet. The man through a punch this time George had the stature to react and moved, the man sunk his fist into pure stone and screamed out in pain, sliding to the floor, cradling his broken knuckles.
George took the break and hit him the back of the neck, the man sunk to the floor in a heap. George put a hand to his now bruised stomach, the punch had done more damage than he thought, and it had. The punch had broken a rib. George dropped his hand to his side and straitened up, despite the searing pain.
"I'm sorry you had to hear such foul language and see such violence." George spoke painfully. Marie moved towards him, her face ridden with worry.
"Are you ok George? That last hit looked painful." George shook his head.
"We need to leave this place now." George bent down and scooped up the keys strewn onto the floor from the commotion. He walked out the open cell door, with Marie following, locking the door behind him. The hallway wasn't much brighter than the cell. Oil lamps that were hung lit the passage. Judging by the stone, George estimated the place, to be a castle from the late 1600's.
They walked in silence, their ears tuned to even the quietest sound. Marie walked behind George, her paces light and even. There was a scraping of chairs on the floor above, Marie jumped and clung to George. She realized what she had done and started to pull away, however George held her hand warmly, so she didn't pull it away.
"OMG!!!!!! I can't believe it George is…. Actually holding my hand I could just melt! Wait no then he'll think I'm disgusting! All right, keep holding hands, look strait ahead and don't melt Marie. DON'T MELT!!!!" Marie thought. Her face painted with inner turmoil. George looked at Marie.
"Smooth George, real smooth, now she's going to think you're desperate either that or she'll think you only want to protect her" Marie laced her fingers with George's absentmindedly. "She needs to know how I feel…. I need to speak the words my heart wants to scream. I need to tell her that…Je l'aime, I love her." [A/N Ok so it's major corny but hell, its love who gives a shit] George thought.
The knight and the princess reached the end of the passage and there was only one way to go, forward through a large oak door. George grasped the iron handle and wrenched it open. George looked at his hand; a rusty hue stained his pale skin. He wiped it on his handkerchief and stuffed the cloth back in his pocket.
The minuet Marie and George stepped in they were bombarded with the smells of expensive cigars and French cologne. It took Marie every lesson in manners to keep from heaving due to the sickening odor. This room was richly furnished with velvet tapestries hanging from the walls and the furniture looked about the same era as the castle.
"So you have found your way." A sinister voice rang out from the darkened side of the room. A man sat in a plush chair. He had brown hair tied back by a single ribbon into a lose ponytail. His eyes where hidden beneath an accumulation of bangs.
"What do you want with her?" George demanded. He could feel the princess shrink back behind him. Her hands were trembling as she gripped his hand tensely. The man simply smirked.
"It's not a matter of what I want with her. It's that I want her." Marie looked appalled at the man, and George was down right furious. The man spoke again. " She's a princess and by marrying her I will be a prince and then king."
"You cannot do that the king wont accept it." George yelled furiously.
"Who says the king will be at the wedding? He wont have a choice once we are." The man grinned slyly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" George swore. George actually swore! Marie flinched at the word. George mentally kicked himself for saying that in front of Marie. He turned his head to her "I'm sorry you had to hear that Miss Marie." he whispered. She smiled timidly.
"I am Dimitre [sounds evil right?] And I am the future King of France. Now step aside."
"I will die before I will let you lay a finger on her!"
"That can be arranged!" Dimitre spat and pulled a sword [old fashioned I know]. George also drew his sword.
"Marie run!" George said. Almost as if they heard him, two guards came and grabbed Marie forcing her into a chair. Dimitre walked till he was a few meters from the knight. George narrowed his eyes and got into ready position, as did his opponent.
"I give you the first move." George said. Dimitre quickly lunged forward, and propelled his sword to George's side. George being the experienced fighter read the attack [A/N warning I have no clue about fencing so bear with me] and hopped the side smacking the blade away with his own sword.
The two continued this way, One on offense one on defense then they would switch, never getting to close to winning or losing. After a while the men got tired, and George stopped reading his opponents moves. Dimitre took this chance and faked a right slash, but instead came in from the left, luckily George saw it in time, but it cost him his weapon, the force of the collision of the two blades sent them spinning in opposite directions. George ran for his blade and leaned down and scooped it up.
"GEORGE!" Marie screamed. He drew himself to a knee and looked up. A gun hovered inches from his face. Dimitre looked down at George, his hand resting on the trigger, malice dancing violently in his eyes.
"Such a foolish man to challenge me! Don't bother saying your prayers your going strait to hell." George stared strait into the barrel [A/n it is the barrel right?] of the gun. He then sat back and set his sword on ground and closed his eyes.
"I want to say one thing before I die." George opened his eyes and stared strait into Marie's. "Je vous aime Marie Louise…. À jamais [A/n I love you…forever]." Marie's eyes went wide.
"George" Marie whispered but she was cut off.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marie awoke the same way she had for years. The sun filtered through her curtains and splashed onto her face. The same maid disappeared into the hall. Marie stood up and got dressed she sat down at her mirror and picked up her brush. Music filtered through the air the same song from her favorite play she heard a long time before.
Marie stood up and walked into the study. The music didn't roll along as smoothly as it did before but it would still make many jealous. She walked in; George sat at the piano playing. Marie walked over and sat next to him.
George played slower then usual, because he shoulder still hadn't healed, but it was better then being dead. The funny thing was Marie, of all people saved his life. That moment flashed back into his mind.
"George." Marie whispered. Marie broke through the guard's grip in a rush of adrenaline, and slammed into Dimitre, throwing his aim off.
BANG!
George still got hit but he wasn't dead however if they didn't get to a hospital. George had lost consciousness about five minuets later. The Neo- French government showed up and arrested Dimitre and his groupies.
"George you shouldn't be playing or you'll re-open that wound." George snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at Marie. A green ribbon tamed her golden curls and her emerald showed warmth and concern.
"Don't worry Mon amour [my love] I'll be careful."
"George please, I love you" George stared into those beautiful deep jade orbs, and leaned over placing a kiss on her lips. They both had gone through a trial, a trial to prove their love…and they passed.
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Ok, sorry about the ending I just couldn't think of anything ….R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or I'll never update again!!!! Muwahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
