I love these pairings. Definitely more to come!

Rachel found herself wandering through the large mansion, it was strange to be inside such a beautiful house. She was surprised at Sanjay's kindness. She was still a stranger to the town in so many ways. It surprised her how much the town wanted to protect her. There were many beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. She looked at each of them studying the strokes in the paintings. She was surprised at how different paintings were obviously painted with different techniques. She recognized the names of the techniques for some reason. She wasn't sure why, but she had seen some of these paintings before. She could breifly remember seeing photographs of the paintings, but they were more stunning in person.

"Enjoying yourself?" Rachel heard a voice behind her ask. Rachel jumped. She turned to see Amir standing behind her. He had a slightly amused, slightly confused look on his face.

"Hello," Rachel replied lamely. She wasn't sure what to say. Sanjay had said he normally stayed in his country in the fall. She was completely thrown off guard by his presence. The fact that he was royalty still made her feel a bit uncomfortable. He had an air of sophistication about him. Not that Sanjay didn't, but it was different with him. He was a man who made her feel at ease.

"What brings you to my home this beautiful morning?" Amir asked. Rachel fiddled with her fingers, while trying to formulate her words. Apparently Sanjay had not informed his boss about her temporary living conditions.

"I... Um..." She stopped short. She felt so nervous.

"She's staying here for the moment," Sanjay answered. Her eyes turned to the direction of the lovely, familiar voice. Amir smiled widely.

"Well then," Amir stated. "I always enjoy when beautiful women stay in my house." He took Rachel's hand in his own and kissed in gently. "Please make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," Rachel said. She retreated away from Amir. She felt too embarrassed for any other words.

Lyla smiled coyly at her dinner guest. Jack was appreciative of the home cook meal she provided him. Lyla's mom always said that a well cooked meal could make any man fall in love. Lyla was known for her cooking.

"So have you lived here all your life?" Jack asked between bites. Lyla delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

"Oh no," Lyla replied. I came here with my mother when I was twelve. She opened this shop, I took it over when she couldn't."

"Where's your mother now?" Jack asked. Lyla's face quickly flashed in pain. Jack regretted asking the question. "Sorry that was careless of me to ask."

"It's alright," Lyla assured. "My mother is in a home. I go to see her every once in a while. Not as much as I should. But the problem is, she doesn't remember me." Jack felt like an idiot for even bringing the topic up.

"You really don't have to..." He trailed off. What else could he say?

"It's okay," Lyla stated. A single tear fell across her left cheek. Jack instinctively reached out to catch it with his finger. A rush of emotions ran through him. It had been quite some time since he'd been this close to a woman. Lyla's beautiful pink eyes looked longingly into his own. He could see the request to kiss her plainly written on her expression.

"I'm sorry," Jack mumbled. He withdrew his hand away. Getting involved with Lyla would only lead to heartache for the girl. He continued to eat the dinner before him.

"That's okay," Lyla sighed. She looked down at her plate forcing herself not to cry anymore. It was ridiculous to feel so disappointed.

Will awoke from the sound of his wife crying. She was trying to be as quiet as possible, but he knew she was in pain.

"What's wrong?" Will asked.

"N-nothing," Chelsea gasped out. Will didn't believe her. He sat up in bed.

"Please tell me!" Will urged. Suddenly Chelsea started convulsing. Will jumped up and cradled Chelsea in his arms, while yelling for a servant. Will started crying himself. He wasn't ready to lose Chelsea, not yet.