Weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Raoul was now 17 and Christen 15. They never plained it, they even tried to deny it at times. The two young people had turned into young lovers. Yes, Raoul and Christen had fullen in love. Because they where only young they didn't really know what it was. Sometimes they would say it was just a childish crush that would soon go or it was just a friendship love. But everyone else thought otherwise. They knew what was happening becaus ethey had all gone through it themselves. Raoul and Chisten were in love.

Christen was at the back of the house painting a bunch of flowers that had started to grow by a mighty oak tree. Two hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who Little Lotte." A soft voice echoed those words into her lright ear. Christen smirked and then pretended to be thinking.

"Hhhhmmmmm... It can't be father. I know its not Mr. Jenkins. Hhhhmm... I wonder who it can be... I know now! Its Charlie the bakers boy!" The owner of the hands immediately removed them from Christens eyes. She turned round to face who it was.

"Oh shoot! Its only Raoul! You had my hopes up for a moment!" Raoul frowned at her. She rolled her eyes. "Seriously Raoul. I don't know why you get so protective over me at times." Raoul opened his mouth to speak but no words came out at first.

"Its just i don't want you get hurt. Your like a sister to me Christen." Christen smiled slighty at his remark.

"Thank you Raoul. Your likea brother to me as well." They stayed in their current positions for a moment, until Raoul started to slowly walk foward till their faces where merely centimetres away. Raoul closed his eyes. His lips just about to brush against hers. Just as they were about to share their first kiss Christen pushed him to the ground, giggling and then ran away. Raoul got up too quickly and tripped over a log. He scurried to his feet again and chased her. Christen ran round the side of the house to the front with Raoul at her tail. He was gaining up on her. Just just when she thought she was winning, Raoul grabbed her by the wasit and swung her around. They both laughed in unison. They began to hear a carriage coming up the long drive. It was Gostove back from town. Raoul rapidly let go of Christen and she began to wave.

"Papa!" The rest of the houshold came rushing out from the house with Oscar at their feet. Oscar noticed Gostove and started to run after the carriage.Christen and Raoul noticed this and started to run after him calling his name. Goctove hanged out of the window of the carriage trying to shoo him away. But it was too late. A peircing shriek rang out throughout the grounds. Oscar was on the floor not moving. His once chocolate brown fur was now dyed with blood. Everyone ran over to him. Raoul crouched down beside the dog and felt for a pulse or some breathing. But nothing. The dog was dead.

Gostove took his daughter into a tight embrace as she cried in his arms. A hand rested on Raouls shoulder and he turned round. Standing there was his brother Phillippe. Raoul was gobsmacked. What was his brother doing here?

"Mr Jenkins can you take the dog inside. Everyone else go back to your work and Raoul and Christen, follow us." The two adolescents followed the adults into the house, along the corridor and into Gostoves office. Raoul and Christen stood infront of the closed door, Phillippe took the place by the window and Gostove stood infront of the desk. He cleared his throat and began speaking.

"I know that what i am about to say will upset both of you even more. I never meant for what has just happened to happen. It has just really made the situation worse. Christen. Tomorrow a cab will be arrving at nine in the morning. It will take you to your new home at St. Hilda's boarding school for girls." Christens head shot up.

"But papa! So soon! Why? Why must i go papa? Please there must be -"

"Christen! Do not tell me what to do in my own house! You knew this would happen! You knew you would be sent away! Do not judge my actions! As for you Raoul, tomorrow you will no longer be a residence at this house. Tomorrow you will leave with your brother Count Phillippe to proclaim your title as Viscount." Raoul bowed his head slighty.

"I understand." Gostove nodded and then rubbed his hands together.

"Good! Now you two run along. And Christen i suggest you start to pack." They both nodded andwalked out of the room.

Christen was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. No matter how many times she tried to sleep she couldn't. All that she could think about was what would happen to Raoul and herself once they where seperated. Would they write to each other? Would they full in love with other people and forget that the other one ever existed?.No. She shouldn't be thinking like that. They would be together for ever. The thought of Raoul made her wonder if he was still awake. Slipping on her robe, Christen made her way down the hall to Raouls room. Slowly, she opened the door and noticed no one in the bed. He must be awake, Christen thought. Opening the door wider dhe noticed Raoul sitting at the desk with his head ion his hands. Christen shut the door behind her and moved two inches forward.

"Couldn't sleep as well?" Her voice woke raoul from his cloud of thoughts. He turned round to face her.

"No. And it seems you couldn't as well." Christen shrugged as she sat on the bed.

"I can never sleep." There was a moment of silence, until the sound of a chair scraping across floor broke it. Raoul walked over to Christen and sat next to her. Without warning she throw her arms around his neck and began to cry into his shoulder.

"Oh Raoul! What are we going to do? First Oscar dying and now i have to leave!I don't want to leave here! I don't want to leave you!" Raoul embraced her tightly never wanting to let her go. He could feel tears starting to prick his eyes as well. They slowly began to seperate. Raoul cleared a tear drop from Christens cheek with her thumb.

"Don't worry Chrsiten. Lets make a promise. A promise that we will always think if each other. That we will never lose each other and that when we meet again we will still love each other and marry. Do you promise?" Christen looked him in the eye to see if he was telling the truth. And he was.

"I promise Raoul. I promise with all my heart." Raoul smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dainty silver ring out of his pocket. In the center it had a small glittering diamond. Raoul slipped it onto the third finger of her right hand.

"This is a promise ring." He said. "It seels the promise between us." Christen was speechless. She took hold of Raoul hand and kissed it, then placed it on her cheek. Raoul placed his finger under her chin lifting her head up to look him in those azure eyes of his. Gradually they began to move closer to each other. Never removing eye contact. Their lips brushed against eachs others.This was their first and would probley be their last kiss.

The cough stopped at the front of the house. Christen quickly embraced all of ther staff.

"Never forget us. I'll try and write every week Christen." Victoria said as they embraced.Her father kissed her on the cheek.

"My darling Christen. It will not be the same without you."

"Father you know you don't have to send me away if you don't want to." Gostove laughed. She stood infront of Raoul and blushed slighty.

"I will miss you Raoul." They hugged each other tightly.

"As willI Little Lotte. As will I."

"Everything is ready Miss." The driver interrupted. Christen walked down the steps and stopped as she was by the caoch door. She looked at everything and everyone she would be leaving and then she enter the carriage. Just as the carriage was half way down the cobbled drive, Raoul left his position next to Phillippe and Gostove. He ran down the drive as fast as his legs would take him. he reached the carriage and shouted out christens name. She opened the window and reached for his hands. Their fingers touched just about touched. Raoul had to stop running for the couch had gone through the gate.

"I will never forget you...Little lotte..."

A/N: I love being cruel! lol! First kiss! Hope you liked it! Poor Oscar. sniff lol! Oscar died! LMAO! (i do love dogs but its a joke going on between me and my friends)

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