The estate looked almost the same. There were a few broken things but not many. They would only be staying here until they could fix it and sell it. Gemma knew that she wouldn't be able to run the house like her mother and her father was in no shape to do so. Kartik wouldn't be convertible in this house.
They had talked about it on the ship. They wanted a small place, where Kartik could work his own land. Gemma had decided that she would wear saris and keep her English dress for special occasions. Her father would live in his own little hut close by.
" Miss Doyle"
"Yes?"
" There is a young man who says he knows you at the front gate."
" Thank you. I'll take care of it." She replied as she walked out the front doors. At the gate she saw her prince, Kartik. " May I help you?"
" Yes, I'm looking for the Doyle's"
" To whom do you speak of?"
" This red haired lady told me to meet her here."
" Hmmm….well that doesn't narrow it down."
" Well her name in Gemma and," he lowered his voice " she has visions."
Gemma smiled and opened the gate. He pulled her into his arms, " I missed you."
" If you miss me so much when your gone, why did you leave?"
" Just asking a few people what they know."
" About?"
"Our old friends the Rakshana."
" Do you think they'll come after us?"
"No. I just couldn't take the risk." he kissed her forehead. " Come on lets go work on the house."