Prince Jason saves Lady Elizabeth when she is ambushed. Coming to, she has no idea who she is. Will fate work to their advantage and love prevail? This is a fluffy period piece.

A/N Well, I hope you guys like this. It's light but melodramatic. I've never tried a period piece before. This is around the late 18th century. I took some liberties of course. Liz is 20. Jason is 25. There's no brain damage. This will be a shorter fic, and then I'll post another one where Jason is the virgin and Liz teaches him the ropes.

Chapter 1 - Preparations

Elizabeth stood in the middle of the meadow spinning in circles until she fell panting to the ground.

"I am in love with love," she shouted with a huge grin on her face.

Her father, Duke of Rothsbury, had been traveling abroad for months and during such time, Elizabeth buried her head in books; daydreaming of finding love and studying medicine. At the age of twenty, she is quite peculiar in that her zest for knowledge rivaled any scholar in the area. However, due to her status as a woman, she is regarded as a novelty. Her brother, Earl of Rothsbury is an accomplished doctor, so she learns as much as she can from him.

Her mother died when she was a small child—a victim of pneumonia. She was quite notorious for her poetic tongue and Lady Elizabeth took after her mother in that regard.

"Lady Elizabeth," someone yelled from afar.

Elizabeth sat up and looked around. The meadow is a glorious medley of different colored poppies. They wave at her as the wind whips around them making the meadow look as if it is alive. She stood and lifted her dress and ran as quickly as she could towards the house. It is suppertime and she still must wash up.

Ruby, who serves as head of household, stood in the doorway crossing her arms. "Lady Elizabeth, where have you been child?" Keeping up with her would take an armed battalion. "Were you rolling around in your dress?"

Elizabeth smiled. "It is a beautiful day, so I lay in the field watching the clouds float by."

Ruby shook her head. "Perhaps if you spent more time with your head out of the clouds, you could find a proper husband to look after you."

Elizabeth scoffed. "I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself. "

She is beyond independent and thinks it's an insult to imply otherwise.

"I don't think I've ever met anyone as strong-willed as you," the older woman said clearly exasperated by Elizabeth's mind-set.

"Not even my mother?"

Ruby's mouth broke into a slow grin.

"At least I acquired it honestly," Elizabeth said before running upstairs to her room.

Georgie, her chambermaid followed behind and quickly helped her shed the confines of the dress.

"Lady Elizabeth, we must hurry. Ruby is threatening to tie you to the bed until sunrise."

Elizabeth laughed as she quickly bathed and stepped into a fresh dress.

"Almost done," Georgie said before fastening the last button.

Elizabeth hurried downstairs and breathlessly sat at the table.

"Late again, I see," Alfred said placing the plate on the table in front of her.

"Honestly, Alfred, it's not like someone else will be joining me.

"Perhaps you are forgetting that we have other things to do besides serve you," he said wickedly. "This place dost not run itself."

Elizabeth grinned. "How could I forget? You certainly never let me." She tasted the soup. "Scrumptious."

"Were you expecting worse?" he asked walking away with a smile. His love for her grows every day.

To Elizabeth, the servants are her friends. It is quite unorthodox but nothing about her is normal. They are more careful when other people are around, so their actions aren't deemed inappropriate. Liz quite likes having the huge manor house to herself, but admittedly, she does miss her father whom she adores.

She finished and went into the sitting room. Taking a book of poetry off the table, she perused it before settling on one page. She could sit for hours reading. Her love of literature knows no rival.

"Lady Elizabeth, we must get you packed for your trip on the morrow," Ruby said firmly. If she doesn't get Elizabeth moving, it will never get done.

Liz sighed, knowing that Ruby won't back down. "Oh, alright," she said marking her page and reluctantly letting the book slide out of her hand.

She followed Ruby upstairs and they began their task. She is going to visit her grandmother a few towns away. The journey will take two days, so she isn't looking forward to it. Traveling by coach is uncomfortable.

They finally managed to stuff two bags full of clothes and shoes and then sat on the bed out of breath.

"Glad that is done," Liz said falling backward.

"Lady, I have something for you." She handed Liz a letter.

A squeal left Liz's lips. "Did this come today?"

Ruby smiled due to Liz's excitement. "Yes. I'm going to go make some tea."

Liz nodded and as soon as Ruby was out of the room, she ripped it open hastily.

Dearest Daughter,

I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. I am currently traveling my way across the Italian countryside. You would love it here. I've already procured two books for you to study. I miss your thirst for knowledge. All the women I've come across only cook. It's quite disconcerting, to say the least. In a few days, I will start making my way back home. Hopefully, you haven't gotten yourself arrested or something equally unsavory. I look forward to seeing your beautiful smile soon.

Love Always,

Father

Liz grinned. She misses his wit and endless stories. She can't wait to see him. Bounding out of the room, she ran downstairs and resumed her spot in the study, and picked up her book.

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Jason entered his mother's quarters to find her brushing her hair at her sitting table. "You called for me?" He stood near the doorway.

Her gaze landed on him as she smiled. "Jason, can you fetch me my cup?" She pointed to the wooden stand next to the bed.

He retrieved it and handed it over.

"I know you're still angry with us, but you have to consider that we are acting in your best interests." She sipped some tea.

"Mother, may I point out the disastrous marriage that my brother AJ is currently enslaved to? Do you want to afflict me in that way?"

"You're so melodramatic. Courtney is not that bad. She's just high spirited." Hopefully, a lightning bolt won't strike her dead.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Seriously mother, not even you can deny that the woman is completely daft."

Monica tried not to but soon they are laughing loudly.

"You do not have to endure the same fate."

"Then call off this crazy party and let me find love on my own." His parents are having a party where they have invited all the single ladies who they deem appropriate. As if he was supposed to just walk around the room and sample them and decide right then and there. It's preposterous, not to mention arrogant.

Queen Monica studied him for a moment and then faced forward to continue brushing. "You are not getting any younger, my son. I would like to live to see you marry."

"Now who's being melodramatic?"

She shot him a look. "Jason Morgan Quartermaine, I have very little patience for your ideas of courting. The last—girl that you attempted to court was a complete trollop." The brush clattered against the table.

Jason sighed. "Just please give me a little more time. I have a day's journey to make in the morning. When I get back, I will focus on it. You have my word."

"I'll talk to your father, but I'm not promising anything."

"That's all I ask." He left the room. The last thing he wants is to marry some vacuous over-emotional girl. He wants to learn to run the kingdom, not babysit.

"I need a drink," he muttered to one of his guards as he made his way down the hall.

"I'm right behind you," Johnny said grinning. He is always up for good spirits.