Authors Note: Thankyou for the many reviews. I was so overwhelmed to see that I had seven for the first chapter! And to top it off none of them were bad. You seemed generally pleased to read my story. Thankyou so much.

I know this is an extremely short chapter but I needed it to end after I informed you that a year had passed. But do not fret I have the day off school on Friday so you can look for the 3rd chapter then.

Please review to tell me what you think of it. I could use some pointers.

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Rainbow After the Storm

Danielle walked towards her home. No! She stopped dead in her tracks. It is not be home. It was never my home! The baroness discarded me, I am no longer allowed to step foot in it.

What can I do? Where will I live?

Perhaps I could live in the woods for the time being. That way I could see Paulette and Louisa when they venture out of the house long enough to collect fruit from the trees.

However, I would not be able to survive long in the woods without appropriate shelter.

I was shaken from my thoughts when a large and prestige carriage passed along the tracks. A man whom I recognised as Captain Laurent. He rang the bell and was gushed at the sight of three exhausted women running up to greet him.

I could not hear what they were saying but whatever it was it put a smile across Rodmilla and Marguerite's faces. To my shock it also put a small grin on Jacqueline's lips as she closed the iron doors.

What I assumed was correct. I had noticed several times that she seemed cheerier around the young Captain. They would make a fine match.

Just as soon as they left his sight, they emerged again in their most expensive gowns and followed him into the carriage.

This ripened Danielle's curiosity but put it aside to visit her friends. They were just as happy to see her, as she was to see them.

They informed her that Captain Laurent was by to collect all three girls, for the King and Queen wished to address them.

Shortly afterwards did Jacqueline return to inform that The King sent her mother and her sister to the Americas. They lied about my whereabouts when I was known as Nicole.

The manner now belonged to Jacqueline De Ghent. Hearing this news she chose to take me under her arm as not one of her servants but a sister. Such a title I had sought to hear since my ninth year.

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Baroness De Ghent's trial took place the day after my marriage ceremony. I could not bear to attend, although I did hear of the verdict. Both Baroness Rodmilla and her daughter Marguerite were accused of treason and sent on a boat to the Americas.

I'm glad. They were a distressing couple. On the other hand it does counteract with my new agreement with father about people's compensation. But I am willing to let it slide just this once.

Yesterday was my first day spent with my wife, Gabriella. I cannot believe I have a wife. I am a husband and will soon be the King of France.

Once again I am overwhelmed by my responsibilities. A few months ago I would have been climbing out the window and running for my life. How can I be doing such things like that now that I have another person sharing my bed at nights?

Danielle would know what to do in this situation. She would see the look of anguish on my face and reassure me.

But she is not here. She is not the woman is the corner with the royal ring on her finger. Gabriella cannot make me feel good about myself. Well I'm not sure if she can. She has not spoken since saying 'I do'.

When she has finished crying, an interpreter will assist us to communicate.

Lord, what am I speaking of. We cannot go about living like this. Constantly in a state of melancholy and misapprehension.

What would have happened if I went after Danielle at the church? Would she have forgiven me? Would we be married? Where is she now?

As question after question passed through my mind. A crash awakened me from my thoughts. Gabriella had fallen off her chair and was sobbing again.

Rushing to get to her and help her back up onto a nearby stool. Her eyes screamed with agony while her body shook with distraught and pain.

I held her hands in mine. They were freezing! I remembered how she had been seated in that very chair for the entire evening without consuming any of the food that was brought to her. I decided to wrap her in one of the new woven bedspreads but before I could leave to retrieve it she clasped her arms around me.

I hugged her back and noticed her trebling body reduced every so slowly until it was still. We stayed in that position for more than ten minutes until she withdrew herself by into her chair.

"I will try my best to salvage a warm blanket for you. I will return soon." I told her even though I knew she could not understand me.

Several minutes later I returned to my bedchamber to find her sleeping in the chair. It was such an uncomfortable chair so I ever so gently removed her from it and placed her on top of the bed with the blanket over her.

A sudden realisation occurred to me. During that time of aiding Gabriella I had not thought about Danielle or the desolate life in which I possess.

If I could help others less fortunate than myself than maybe it would relieve me of my current predicaments.

This strategy continued for approximately a year until a not so sudden death aroused him from it.

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