Rémi

"Sunny!" He shouted, trying to follow her, but his father held him back, grasping his shoulders and pushing him back a few steps as Sunny dashed back inside. "Salaud!" Rémi swore at the Marquis.

Marquis Phillipe de Lyons simply strained against his son, trying to prevent him leaving. "Assez, laissez-la partier." He growled.

Rémi pushed him back again, sending his father stumbling aside. "Ta gueule!" He yelled, sprinting into the hall. He caught sight of Sunny being guided up the stairs by a man he took to be her father, and called out to her, "Sunny! Wait!" People turned to him, but he didn't notice them, only her back disappearing through the doors.

Realising that there was no chance of catching her if he pushed through the crowd, he went back to the garden, running through the middle of it as he tried to reach the carriages again. He caught a brief glance of an alarmed Charles sitting beside a girl at the fountain, and heard him call out in question, but didn't answer.

A guard moved to stop him as he reached the garden gates, "Sir-" Rémi pushed him out of his way. He looked around frantically, seeing a carriage starting to leave, the driver cracking his whip over several horses. Rémi froze, I'm too late... Then he looked to the side. There was the carriage he'd come in, I might not be able to drive that, he thought, But she's not getting away on my watch.

Untying one of the horses, he swung himself into the saddle and galloped in pursuit of Sunny's carriage, pushing his horse for all it was worth. "Sunny!" He yelled again, hoping the wind wouldn't snatch his voice away before she could hear him, "Please don't go, I have to talk to you!"

Sunny~

"So tell me what this is all about, Little Missy," My Father asked, referring to me by my childhood nickname. We were each on either side of the carriage, him in front.

I opened my mouth to reply but snapped it shut. I didn't even really know what happened. "Well....you see....I....he..."I managed and he looked at me with such overwhelming pity.

"Sunny, did that man hurt you?" My Father asked placing a hand on my knee.

"NO!"I was outraged he hadn't even touched me besides a kiss," Father I'm-"

"I meant emotionally,"He whipped his hand back, blushing.

What was I going to say to that. I just found out the man I was supposed to marry actually was....was a total lie. I sighed,"No it wasn't just that. I think it was me too." Father was exasperated with trying to get the answer out of me and leaned back against the carriage.

"How long do you think it will take for everyone to be talking about Miss Sunday Marquese's daring escape?" Of course my Father was already thinking about scandal. I shook my head. No doubt everyone was already talking about it.

Father went back to peering out the window, his eyes widened and mouth slightly opened. He kept glancing at me then out the window.

"Sunny! Please don't go, I have to talk to you!" Remi's vocie echoed through the night. I was leaning forward to glance out the square opening(window) when my father closed the curtain.

"Father!" I swung open the curtains against his wishes and there he was. Remi was riding horseback, wind in his face, hair blown back. Some part of me felt happy, overjoyed even to see his face.

"Sunny"Remi screamed again.

"Stop the carriage!" I screamed and reached past my father to knock the wood. It came to a screeching hault, I was thrown against the other wall.

"Sunny, you can't go out there. I'll organize a new match." My Father pleaded but I whisked the door open, ducking to step down. I turned and Remi was dismounting his horse. Before anyone could say a word my feet had carried me to Remi. He smiled and in one quick moment my hand came down across his face. I'd slapped him and he stared at me shocked.

"Sunny!" I heard my father call from behind me. He was appalled as well.

Rémi

He dropped down from his horse the second the carriage stopped, hurrying towards her. Thank god. She's going to hear me ou- Her hand connected with his face, shocking him.

"Sunny!" Her father called from the carriage.

"Sunny, please." Rémi started to say, but she wasn't done.

"You bastard! I can't believe you'd do that to me! And don't call me that anymore!" She screamed.

He took a step back, clearly apologetic, "But Sunny...I warned you you wouldn't like my father-"

"Why, because he tells the truth about you?" She said, glaring at him coldly.

"No." He said, and she paused, as though waiting for him to attempt to explain himself. "My father's wish is to be restored to his title in France. And I feature in his plans: I'm meant to be the one to win the English court over to his side. If I'm happy here, if I'm content to live in England, Sunny, then I won't bother doing that." He sighed, "And my father must have seen that I would be happy with you. Sunny, he was telling a half-truth - I used to be the way he told you I was. But I would never do that to you, I swear." He gave her a pleading look, "I beg you, Miss Sunday Rose Marquese. Give me another chance. Let me prove myself."

Coey:

Seh didn't mean too, but she yawned, leaning a little towards him. It was late, so naturally she was tired.

"Am I boring you?" he asked, looking hurt. She laughed, low and sweet.

"No, I'm just getting tired I guess." she murmered, laying her head on his shoulder. The wind blew her hair in her face, lulling her to sleep, but she fought back, trying not to embarrase herself infront of her betrothed.

Sunday~

He wanted a second chance? I was fuming and i was sure it was visible. Yet he stood his ground and looked at me for forgiveness. "Sunday, please come back here now, Little Missy." My father called from the carriage.

Remi spoke,"Please?" It was barely more than a whisper and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I'd never been good at these types of situations. My trust wasn't easy to gain, that's why it frustrated me to realize I had trusted this man. A man I had know for nearly four hours and he'd still managed to lose it. I knew that was the hardest part of all. Most of my other relationships never went far because either way trust played a huge part and they'd lost mine, or never even gained it.

"Sunny?"I heard my father call again more urgently.

"I'll be there in a moment, Father,"I called over my shoulder, voice even, then I turned back to Remi.

"Sunny, you have to know that I would never intentionally hur-"I raised my hand and he stopped, shocked. I knew I was being rude, but at this point I didn't care.

"Do you promise no more secrets?" My voice cracked and I bit back tears. My heart was torn.

"Yes." He answered. I wanted so badly to believe him, to take his hand in mine and tell him I'd always be there, but I couldn't, and that was what made me hate everything about this moment. No matter how much I would try to convince myself that I truly forgave him, deep down I didn't know if I really could.

"Can we talk....in private?"He asked, some relief in his voice. I shook my head. This whole night had completely exhausted me.

"Well how will I find you?" Remi asked creasing his brow. I smiled at his sudden disappointment.

"I do have a home, you know."

"Sunny!" My Father called again.

"Coming Father!" I called again and started back toward the carriage, calling over my shoulder,"look for the Creek near Butterfly Blue Farms, and you'll find me!" With that I crawled back into the carriage, waved to Remi, and we were off again.

"That boy is no good..."the words came mumbled from my Father. I didn't understand what he meant, but ignored it, to caught up in my own chaos to notice anything else.

Charles

"It's alright." he said, smiling and putting an arm around her, "It is getting fairly late."

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder lightly, clearly more tired than she claimed to be. He felt lucky, luckier than Remi for sure. The poor French boy had gone barrelling past them about a minute before. What had happened to make him lose his cool was not something Charles was sure he wanted to know. Because he knew it had something to do with Phillipe. What had the Marquis done this time? Was the damage Remi had suffered, judging by the look on his face, been enough to break those last, strained threads that held together his relationship with his father?

"Do you want to go back inside?" He asked Coey, looking down at her, "You look like you might want to be getting home and getting some rest soon."

She shook her head, confirming her tiredness to him. He nodded, "Alright. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself then?" He grinned down at her, "It is your turn."

Remi

He stood on legs that felt like they were made of water as he watched the carriage roll away into the night. Simply stood, watching it disappear, watching her disappear. Then slowly, he slumped to the ground. He realised now that it wasn't just his legs that felt like water. It was his whole body. He felt sick, he felt like he'd had knives driven through him, like his stomach was inside out and his heart had been torn out of his chest and shoved down his throat.

He didn't even know if she'd forgiven him. Would she ever? Would she ever trust him again? More importantly, did he even deserve her trust?

He felt like lying across the road and waiting for the next carriage to come past. But then...Then he'd never be able to win her back. She would never be able to think of him as anything more than a liar of the worst kind. No, there was still work for Remi in this world. He had to win back Sunny's heart. And he had to ensure that his father died without seeing the restoration of his family's title. He had to make sure Marquis Phillipe de Lyons never, never won the support of the British.

The creek near Butterfly Blue Farms...Sunny, I vow that you will see me there by sunset tomorrow. Come Hell or high water, I will be there. And with those words in his mind, the young Frenchman staggered upright again and began the long walk back to the castle, horse forgotten as it chewed grass by the roadside.

Sunny~

The carriage wobbled down the dirt roads, hitting bumps here and there. Sleep was finally starting to tug at my consciousness and my eyelids drooped like cement was tugging them. Thoughts were scattered in my head. Good, bad, either way I was too fatigued now, to piece anything together.

"Home at last, Sunny...."My Father's voice droned on as the carriage came to an abrupt stop and I slowly drifted into sleep.....

****

I was awakened by a sudden burst of light only to hear Bertha's scratchy voice,"Come now, Darling, best wake up." Ugh great. In no way was I in the mood to actually get up and do something today. My head hurt and my eyes were unfocused.

"Please just a few more minutes, Bertha?" I heard myself ask in a hoarse voice.

She shook her head,"No ma'am. I don't want another incident like last night." She pushed the curtains open wider until the whole room was illuminated with morning light. It was beautiful.

"What incident?" I was truly curious to what she was talking about. I had gone to bed, right?

Bertha looked away, not meeting my eyes,"Miss Sunny, you cried for half the night,"As if on cue I yawned and realized my eyes were itchy, dry, and probably red. "Don't feel embarrassed," She said after glancing at my face,"All you need is a nice ride on your horse, yes?" I nodded and she helped me out of bed.

I borrowed a pair of my father's breeches for riding, and an old pair of boots, along with my sensible blouse, ruffled at the neck, complete with a braid of brown hair trailing down my back.

Remi

His dreams were as confused and as painful as being awake had been the night before. In them, the whole scene, and a myriad of others like it, played in the shadows of his mind. Over and over again, his father pronounced a grave judgment over him, grounded in half-truths and the disapproving, baleful glare of his father's world view. Over and over again, Sunny slapped him, called him a liar, told him she hated him, and worse. His mind transformed what had happened into a prolonged, merciless emotional attack on Remi.

And then, intermittently, there were other things. "No more secrets?" She'd ask, some implication of a second chance hovering there. "Butterfly Blue Farms", she'd say, inviting him to prove that he was not what his father claimed he was. And her lips kissing his, in a painful reminder of what he'd lost, as well as that final thing that was forcing him to beg for forgiveness. She was far too perfect for him to just let her go.

"Master Remi." The voice of the Grevilles' butler broke into his thoughts, "You wished to be awoken now, sir."

Remi sighed and rolled over, "Why on earth would I wish to be roused at this ungodly hour, Martin? I don't think I'll get out of bed at all today."

"You warned me, sir, that you would say that. You told me to remind you that you wished to ride out to Butterfly Blue Farms today, and that if you don't get up now, you won't reach there by sundown."

Remi almost fell out of his bed with shock. He literally shot out of bed, crossing to his wardrobe to pick out his favoured riding clothes without stopping to consult any of the servants, and quickly dressed himself, saying to Martin, "Tell the stableboy to have Ulysse ready for me by the time I am down there. I will be leaving as soon as I have finished a quick breakfast."

"And shall I invite the sycophantic young lady loitering outside the castle up to breakfast with you, sir?" Martin asked, a sly smile on his face. "She says she is very interested in you, and sold like to meet you."

"Is she Sunday Marquese?" Remi called from his ensuite, splashing water over his face.

"Erm, no sir."

"Then inform her in your kindest words," Remi said, pulling his shirt on as he returned to the room, "That I am not remotely interested in her." Martin chuckled and nodded, turning and leaving to carry out Remi's orders.

***

Less than an hour later, Remi galloped past the girl who had been waiting at the doors of Warwick Castle, leaving her to stare after him, bemused. He had a long ride ahead of him, and would only reach the creek Sunny had described by late afternoon at best.

Is the application okay here? I haven't scanned through any of the applications really, because I'm too lazy ... so if any changes need to occur, let me know.

Name: Rosa Lynn

Age: Eighteen

Station: Heiress, I do believe.

Appearance: This is her.
Her Eyes.
Her ball gown

History: Well, her parents are Viscounts, so Rosa is next in line, being their eldest child. She has three younger siblings, but they are all female. Her parents were constantly on her case, telling her to act more lady-like. They sent her off to a finishing school where Rosa was actually quite popular, and ruled the school grounds as though they were her own.

Personality: A very tricky woman. She is persuasive, using simple acts to lead men -- mostly -- on. She can easily convince people to do things her way. She is a very cunning and clever woman, using mind tricks and blackmail, all the while acting innocent. She could be a very kind woman, but she hides behind her facade because she feels the need to. She's a very overpowering woman, convinced to prove that women and men are equals.

Other: Up for love. Does not want to be an heiress.

Coey:

Her smile faded a little. "You wan tto know about me?"

He nodded. "Yep."

Takign a deep breath she began. "Well, I hate society's rule to be blunt. I love riding horses, and I'm terrified of cows. I have no idea so don't ask me why. My favorite colour is yellow, and my favoirte animal is the wolf." she ran out of breath. She was about to begin again, when she noticed the look on Charles face.

"What?"

He paused briefly before asking, "Cows?" She stopped and glared at him, not in the least bit amused.

"Okay, madam, I'm sorry. So your scared of cows." he looked at her, apparently unaware of her glower and burst out laughing. She ignore him and started walking towards the ballroom, fatigue starting to overcome her. He wuickyl realized her was being left and caught up with her, laying a gentle hand on her arm, effectively stopping her. She turned to glare at him.

"I'm sorry." He looked serious, so she stopped glaring. She waited before laying her head on his shoulder, allowing him to usher her inside, her hand tucked securely in the crook of his elbow.

"So...now what do we do?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him.

Charles

"Well, I'd suggest another dance, but you do hate society's rule and all that." He said, smiling a little as the two of them returned to the ballroom. "And besides, everything seems to be finishing within."

And indeed it did - for the most part, couples had stopped dancing and were sitting around gossiping about one thing or another. He heard the name 'Marquese' mentioned, and instinctively knew that the consequences of Phillipe's actions were a little further reaching than he no doubt imagined.

He took one of Coey's hands in his and bent forward to kiss it with a smile, "So then, I will be you goodnight, and I shall endeavour to visit you tomorrow, if you would allow it?"

**Sorry it's not much...I just thought we should progress to the next day so as not to get timing confused.**

Sunny~

Father was quiet at breakfast, probably still wondering how to cover up last nights scandal. He'd said good morning, finished his toast, and left the room. A part of me wished he'd of asked why I was dressed in his old breeches. Just to see him show an interest. I sighed inwardly and made my way to the stable. It was the sunniest day yet.

"Oats, here girl?" I cooed inhaling the relaxing scent of horse.

"I took her out earlier, Little Missy. She was getting twitchy as usual," Harlow, a stable hand about my age smiled as I neared Oat's wooden door. He and I had been childhood friends and still were when I wasn't off at cotillions, much to my father's dismay.

I grinned at him,"Nice to see a friendly face for once. Where have you been?"

He looked at me skeptically as we walked toward the fields behind the stables where horses were allowed to graze in a large gated area,"Oh, Bertha's friendly, just a bit old I'm afraid,"he laughed,"and I've been off doing work indoors these days." Harlow looked at me seriously. "I think your father suspected for a long time that we were more than friends..." He trailed on walking to a tree.

"Why in the world would he think that?"I asked and Harlow shrugged. I knew the answer. It was because that's exactly what happened with my mother. She had left him for a servant and moved far away.

"Is that why you were moved inside? He wishes for you to not be where I might see you?" I asked confused. Harlow was my best friend in the entire world, as were most of my servants. What really confused me, however, was the fact that my father had moved him indoors and I still hadn't seen him. I lived in my estate, how could I have never even spotted him?

Harlow nodded,"He ordered me to stay in his private studies and wait on him hand and foot. It was only when I saw him head to the privy that I made an escape. I swear sometimes I'm relieved that I'm not to use his privy," He chuckled and I hit him playfully with a smile. If my father heard him talking about him in such a manor Harlow would recieve triple the lashing than usual. I'd never tell on him though, and I found it completely true. Once father had his breakfast he was practically gone all day. We laughed.

Harlow led me over to where Oats was galloping behind the traditional white picket fence. "Well here she is, Little Missy." He started to unlatch the lock when he suddenly stopped and brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. He squinted,"Who is that fellow?"Harlow pointed.

I followed his gaze and gasped. I couldn't be? It was. Remi? A man with deep drown curly hair at shoulder length galloped down the dirt road. He was heading toward the estate, obviously he hadn't spotted me. Some crazy part of me wanted to wave my arms and scream his name with excitement, but I didn't. Sooner or later the servants would tell him of my location. I smiled despite myself. I would see him again. I hadn't even noticed Harlow was staring at me."You'll see."I answered finally.

Remi

He reined in his horse before the front doors of the estate, calling out to one of the servants, "Hello there! Is Miss Sunday about?"

The woman gave him a slightly suspicious look, walking towards the horse, "And who might be asking?"

Remi paused for a moment, having been about to say, 'Her betrothed'. He decided against it - rumours spread fast, and they may get the wrong impression about him straight away. "Remi de Lyons." He said in the end.

She kept frowning at him, but pointed out to one of the fields anyway, "She went out that way with the stableboy. Off to find her horse, I believe."

He nodded gratefully to her from his horse, "My thanks to you, madame." Then he turned his horse and set off at a trot back the way he had come, looking carefully over the fields. He caught sight of her brown hair and turned Ulysse into a field that he imagined would lead him to her, soon coming within speaking distance of her, although there was a fence in the way.

"Good morning to you, Sunny!" He said, smiling, "I thought I saw your eyes sparkling from here as I rode along the way, but I suppose I was not thinking properly in my haste to see you."

Sunny~

"Good morning to you, Sunny!" Remi said, smiling and riding towards me, "I thought I saw your eyes sparkling from here as I rode along the way, but I suppose I was not thinking properly in my haste to see you."

Harlow smirked at Remi's words and I shot him a glare then curtsied at Remi. He didn't stop smiling as he dismounted and tossed the reins of his horse to Harlow. He bowed slowly and kissed my hand. Harlow rolled his eyes as he opened up the grazing fence to let Remi's horse in.

"Today is a beautiful day and I should like to talk with you very much, Sunny." Remi spoke, staightening putting on such a serious face that it ws funny.

I giggled and he was shocked. I found it humorous how he tried so hard to impress me when all he needed to do was act like Harlow and he would, but I knew I could never ask him to act like the stable boy, that would be considered rude on many levels.

"What?" He asked, smiling a little.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, Remi,"I heard Harlow cough to stifle a laugh,"I-I just figured we could ride and talk instead of walking in this blistering heat."

He nodded,"As you wish." I couldn't tell if Remi liked the idea or wasn't going to challenge me.

"Harlow," I called,"Could you bring me Sir Remi's horse as well as mine?" Harlow did so silently throwing Remi's horse's reins at him as Remi had done to Harlow and then gently handed mine to me.

I shot him a look again and he ignored it.

*its okay...im having writers block at the moment...*

Coey:

Coey nodded, here hand tingling where his lips brushed over it. He releashed her hand and bowing, turned and walked away. She sighed, and sat down.

"Tabitha!" her mothers guestured for her. "We must leave." She nodded, agreeing.


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The carridge ride back, was long and exhausting. She was relieved when it was over. She bid her mother good-night before retiring to her room. Sighing, she sank down on the bed, wondering what Charles was thinking of. She smiled. Charles. She drifted off to sleep, thinking of her betrothed. Maybe she wasn't a dissapointment after all.