Title: The Good Old Days

Pairing: L/C, R/T, L/H

Setting: I'm thinking 1300's. (You know the movie Ever After? Around there) -1500's. (thanx to glynis for that lil' bit of info :)! )

Summary: Tristan and Rory are thrown together after both escaped a stuffy party and become friends, but with Tristan's mysterious past and Rory's pressure to be married, conflicts arise.

Disclaimer: If I owned them do you think I would be here in my small town in Canada? Yah right! But just for all you serious folk...

I don't own any of the characters, actors, or anything else to do with the Gilmore girls except the stories in my binder, the poster on my wall, and the videos hidden under my desk.

Feedback: Please! I live and breathe for it!

Rating:PG or PG-13 tops.

AN: You guys are great! I'm so glad you liked the first chapter. I'm going to continue this. I've got a outline for it already. I know this one is short, but it's just set up for a much longer chapter three. okay??? So don't review that way- because I know. Luv Ya!!!

And I'm looking for an editor. I'm really bad at editing my own stories. I get so mixed up in everything else that I miss all the mistakes. So, if anyone is interesting in editing a few chapters it'd mean you would get the chapters as soon as they're done and then send them back to me fixed and maybe comment on them. So, if anyone is interested, let me know. Email me at gilmore_gurl911@hotmail.com !

Here it is!

Chapter 2.

Rory sat leisurely on the bench swing outside her grandparent's home that Saturday. Her light blue dress was carelessly thrown aside as she tried to focus on her book, Les Miserables. It was one of her favourites, her grandfather had bought if for her on one of his trips, so she usually would be deep into the story by now, but her mind was wondering elsewhere. She sighed as she heard footsteps come from the house, and soon her grandmother was sitting across from her on the deck. "So Rory, what are you plans for the afternoon?" She asked slyly as she folded her hands on her lap in typical Emily fashion.

"Didn't grandpa tell you?" Seeing her confused look, she continued, "I'm going to a polo game today at the castle with my friend Tristan." Rory explained.

"Tristan is the one you were dancing with at my friend's party, wasn't he?"

"Yes he was." Rory tried to smile.

"Hm, he's handsome."

"Yes he is." Rory smirked.

"When is he coming for you?"

"He's supposed to be here at two." Rory stated.

"Good, then that gives us some time to talk." Rory struggled not to sigh as her grandmother moved closer to her so they could...talk. "So, the ladies and I were talking and boy, do I have something to tell you! The Dombious heir is back!" She said in a hushed tone. Rory suddenly got interested.

"Really?" She asked. The Dombious family had ruled her country well for as long as she could remember. Their were fair and loyal, but there was one problem, they had no heir. The King and Queen had 2 sons, the oldest Richard was to take over the throne but was kidnapped and killed very young in a war. The King and Queen were heartbroken, so when their second son was born the sent him away so that he would be safe and when he was eighteen, he would return and take over the Dombious throne. People had been waiting for years for him to return and now it sounded like he finally had! Rory was awe stricken, and her mind immediately started thinking of who it could be. She thought of Charles, he was new to the region, could it be?

"Rory, we must talk." Emily interrupted her thoughts. "I know you don't want to hear it, and I don't want to say it, but it's getting to be the time where you are to be married dear. And as much as I hate to say it, your going to have to choose someone...wealthy. You have to think of your future!" Rory sighed. " Rory don't sigh. Your almost seventeen. You friend Bane, or Rain or whatever it is already married!"

"It's Lane, but she is in love with Henry." Rory said, exasperated.

"What about Charles? He's been meaning to meet you for years! And he adores you, he could hardly stop talking about you last weekend. He really adores you Rory."

"He just met me!"She said, Emily smiled.

"Do you remember when I took you to that lake at my friend Pitty's house? You were about eight I think."

"Yes! I swam with my friend for hours, I practically grew gills! Oh, now what was his name..." Rory trailed off, smiling at the memory.

"Charlie?" Emily supplied.

"Yes that's...it." Rory's smile faded as she realized where this was going.

"Rory, he really loves you."

"But I don't love him!" Rory stated, she was about to continue but when she saw Tristan approach the steps up to her deck she stopped, telling herself she'd continue this later. She stood up and grabbed her things from the chair next her quickly. "Oh, look at that! My friend is here. Got to go!" She pecked her grandmother on the cheek and met Tristan at the top of the steps. She grabbed his hand and pulled him gently down the stairs just as he opened his mouth to greet Emily. "Let's get out of here." She said as he helped her into the carriage and got in himself.

Tristan sat beside her and wondered what was wrong with her. She seemed...distant. " Are you okay?" He asked cautiously as he slipped her hand into his.

"Oh, I'm fine. I just..." She hesitated, not knowing whether or not she should tell him, after all she'd only known him a short while, although, she did feel like she'd known him forever. "I just had a little argument with my grandmother." She said quietly.

"About?"

"The topic it always seems to be about." She smirked, it was amazing how he could make her feel better.

"Aw, the birds and the bees huh?" He smirked, she swatted him on the chest and giggled. "Yeah, it's ok. I know. Frustrating huh?"

"Yeah it is." He hung his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. Rory sighed and relaxed into his chest. Today is going to be very interesting. They both thought.

AN: Well, I love feedback so you can go ahead and click the button! lol. 3rd Chapter on it's way if you want. Tell me how you feel about this one though.

ali

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