Once again Elizaveta woke up to a maid knocking at the door, though it wasn't Katyusha this time, and was brought her breakfast to her in bed. Then after taking her shot of blood, the maids dressed her, refusing to let her lift a finger, then rolled her over to her personal study. All the while she just sat back and let it happen, her emotionless face unwavering. As she sat at her desk, listing to her tutor, Elizaveta wondered what was the point of having an education when you would never live long enough to use it.

But she put up with it and did her work to please her father.

Looking out the window of the study, drowning out the instructors words, Elizaveta let her mind wander as she usually did, and thought about all the things she wanted, but would never have. A full life without limitations, real friends, freedom beyond the walls that kept her prisoner... love. She closed her eyes and scoffed at the latter thought, and for what ever reason, an image of a certain red eyed blond flickered through her mindscape.

Halfway through her lesson, Elizaveta began to feel tired and was brought back to her room to rest. Katyusha tried to convince her to skip her ride that day, but nothing she could say would make her change her mind. So after a short one hour nap, Elizaveta re-awakened and was brought lunch in bed. She didn't voice it out loud, but in her mind she was complaining and rebelling. How much she wanted to let them know how she felt, how much she wanted to do things on her own, the things she wanted to do... were all lost to her limitations.

The grandfather clock struck two mice and signaled Elizaveta that it was now time for her ride. Elizaveta hurriedly let Kat and the others change her and was hastily rolled out the doors. Oh how she wanted to just get on her horse and ride off into the sunse-

"Hey Lizzy!"

Damn it she forgot.

Elizaveta looked up at Gilbert; who was dressed in men's riding gear. He had just finished saddling Candle light, and was bringing her horse over to her, with his horse following close behind. For whatever reason, seeing Gilbert close to her horse made her bubbling with anger... maybe jealously. Ignoring the man, Elizaveta slowly stood up on her own, shooing off her maid when she tried to help. She refused to look weak in front of him. Walking (more like stumbling) over to Candlelight, Elizaveta mounded her and trotted over to the gate. Gilbert tried to keep up, but the brunette was purposely going fast to avoid him. When she came upon her mansion's guard, he once again have his speech.

"Do not go beyond the estate grounds, and do not converse with strangers. Be back in one forty."

Now her prison doors were open, and she could once again taste her daily freedom. Forgetting that her new guard was behind her, Elizaveta shot straight off into the fields. The sensation of the high speed wind against her body felt surreal. A warm, yet cold, feeling over took her spirit; causing her to stand up from her saddle while still riding, using the iron stirrups for balance. Elizaveta spread her arms and felt the air spin around her, like she was flying. Sitting back down, the teenager brought Candle to a slow trot and turned toward the northern forest. This is when she noticed that Gilbert had been trailing her the entire time. Sticking up her nose, she strided over to the forest trail and tried her best to ignore the man responsible for ruining her free time.

However this wasn't as easy as she thought it would be, because once they were quietly walking through the woods, Gilbert thought it'd be a good idea to start up a conversation.

"That was a really cool trick you did back there, Lizzy. It wasn't awesome, but it was still cool." He complemented her, or at least she think he did. She didn't reply though. She preferred a quiet ride to a noisy one. Yet the platinum blond refused to give up and continued to talk to the obviously annoyed girl.

"I hear you have a private tutor, did they teach you how to ride as well?" Silence answered him. He sighed at the other's lack of response. "You know the silent treatment is so unawesome. Why won't you say anything?"

This time Elizaveta decided to reply, but still made him wait for it. "I prefer a quiet life to a loud one." That was a lie.

"Stop lying Lizzy."

Elizaveta looked over her shoulder at him in surprise. Did he just read her mind? No. That's ridiculous.

"You know I'm right." He continued.

"How would you know?" She questioned hotly, the strange certainess of his voice brought anger into her veins. How dare he act like he understands.

"I can read people. I know when someone is in despair." He explained sympathetically. Now she was done. Did this man pity her?! How could he possibly understand her. What could he have experienced that make him think he could relate? With out thinking to consider the possibilities, Elizaveta turned her horse around to face him directly.

"What would you know?! How could you possibly understand what I'm going through?" She exploded in a hot rage.

"Woah, Lizzy, calm down!" Gilbert directed her.

"No! I don't want your pity!" She practically screamed. She really should calm down, she didn't have the energy to stay angry for long, and her head was already starting to spin. But she couldn't stop, Elizaveta wanted to prove that she didn't need to be coddled forever. "I just want..." Her voice dried up. So she swallowed and continued. "I want my freedom!"

Gilbert looked at the girl in shock at how she opened up so quickly. Elizaveta felt something wet on her face. Lifting a hand to her cheek, Elizaveta realized she was crying. Ashamed and embarrassed, she turned away and galloped back to the main road. She couldn't believe she just cried in front of her new guard on the first day. 'This is all his fault!' She told herself.

Once She was back home she quickly ran too her room, refusing her chair. Locking the door, Elizaveta hid under her blankets and wallowed in shame and sadness. She had always thought she was alone, that no one understood her or ever could. But now this man comes along and claims he can understand her. A light has been lit, but she just wants it to die.

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He messed up. Why did he say that? It was so unlike his awesome self to act so depressing. But at the thought of Lizzy being in despair, he wanted to change that and make he feel happy, like she wasn't alone. Apparently he'd gone about it the wrong way. When she raced away from him he quickly followed, but when she physically ran with her own two legs, it was clear she wanted to be left alone.

He saw the way she rode her horse. How she spread out her arms. It wasn't just a trick, it was a yearn for freedom. He knew she wasn't happy, you'd have to be blind not to see it. But apparently her father was blind. Gilbert could tell she was a lively girl who wanted adventure. Yet the restrictions put on her by her father, and her own body caused her to hide her true colors.

Gilbert couldn't help but feel as though he had only increased her sorrow.

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Sorry I know it's short. This chapter came out a lot different than I expected, but it will still work, still in the process of building character here.

I expect this story to be about twelve chapters at least, but it's still to soon to know for certain. Please remember to leave a review as I love hearing your thoughts, good and bad. Until next time...

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