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McKensie and Lara III
Lacey smiled tiredly still feeling like the most beautiful girl when he was around. She kissed him lightly and pulled back "that's all you get...till I'm well again Marcoux..." She said softly and brought his hand to her cheek "just stay..." Lydia heard that she was getting fired and shook sobbing, her heart clenching she didn't know what to do where to go...James obviously cared more about his status then their friendship she watched him out the window and cried.
John wasn't one to ever give the servants what they deserved, she got nothing as she was sent away. She left a piece of Italian pastry for James as a goodbye and packed up her thibgs leaving the manor.
Maxwell smiled softly. "I can be patient." he whispered, kissing her knuckles. "Don't worry, I don't intend on going anywhere." He promised. And he meant what he said. He wasn't going to leave her alone, not when she was sick. James went to his room, needing time alone to think and compose himself. He was hurt that Lydia had wanted to leave more than be associated with him. But he of all people understood the importance of a reputation. So he did not blame her.
Marcoux found James immediately and shut the door so no one would over hear. "You have to get her back. James sent her away with nothing...no one will hire her because of the paper...she'll be living on the street James." He said seriously.Lacey sighed happiky and snuggled into his arms as he lay on the bed with her and just let him hold her "I'm so sorry...about this...I was looking forward to today..."
James looked up when Marcoux came in and he frowned, anger stirring in his gut. "What?" He growled. "That dog. I said to compensate her!" He said, angry. He immediately got up, grabbing the compensation money. He got in a carriage and rode out quickly, trying to find Lydia. He scanned the streets, looking for her. Maxwell shook his head seriously, "No, its quite alright dear." He said softly, tucking her closer to him. "This way I get to spend the day holding you instead." he smiled brightly.
Lydia was asking all the bakeries and restaurants if she could work there, door after door slammed in her face. She sat tiredly at the bridge tossing stones in the river. She rolled up her sleeves revealing the Royal birthmark a red mark that was shaped like a dove. She sighed tossing the paper away feeling like a fool.Lacey smiked and snuggled "I think I like that plan better..." She whispered and coughed into her arm "as long as my father doesn't catch us." She reminded and shivered pulling the sheets around them.
James finally spotted her at the bridge and he stopped the carriage, getting out and walking over slowly. "Lydia..." He started. "I know you have no reason to accept this, and that you don't want to be seen around me, but please, can you just take this? It's the compensation money John was supposed to give you." He explained. Maxwell nodded, pulling the blanket right around her. "I like it too." he whispered, kissing her cheek gently. He wasn't happy about how sick she looked and sounded, but if he could be here for her, then it would be ok. Then he chuckled. "What would he do?" he asked.
Lydia was shocked to see him, he was alone no cameras no people making fools of them just him and her. She sniffed and took the money looking up at him her eyes tear felt "you said you wouldn't let them fire me James...you promised..." She whispered and wiped her eyes "I know the picture ruined your reputation and I'm so sorry...I didn't want you to get into any more trouble that's why I said to leave me alone..."Lacey smiled and shivered her skin burning and sweaty against his shirt "he may ask a surgeon to sterilize you for good..." She whispered and laughed coughing "I'm kidding...but he wouldn't be pleased..."
James felt sick and he knelt beside her. "I thought you wanted to leave, and that was why you told me to leave you alone." He whispered, shaking his head. "I don't care about what the papers say. Let them talk. But by the way you reacted... I thought you were embarrassed by it. Embarrassed about being around me." He mumbled. Maxwell paled. "Really?" he asked, worried. When she said she was kidding, he smiled a little nervously, glad she was just kidding. "I see." He swallowed. "Lacey, you might... you might have a fever."
Lydia hugged him tightly "of course not...your my friend James, I was worried about you...I didn't want you to have to suffer through the rumors when you are going to be the master of the house..." She sighed "a lot of miscommunication and a greedy manager..." She shook her head and laughed bitterly.Lacey sighed "the docTor said nothing about a fever...how can I have a fever if I'm so cold..." She whispered and snuggled closer to him. "Maybe it's just me reacting to you being so close..."
James hugged her back, glad they were on terms again. "of course not. I couldn't care less about rumours." he pulled back and smiled a little. "So will you come back?" He asked hopefully. "We can't lose our best cook..." He winked. Maxwell chuckled lightly, but he shook his head. "This might be serious, Lacey." he got up and got a cold rag for her forehead to try and break the fever. "You're burning up." he said softly, worried.
Lydia sighed "I don't know James, I'm a laughing stock this morning though few hours it was...was miserable." She admitted sighing "I want to, you know I do..." She just kept hugging him needing some of his nonchalant confidence.Lacey moaned as the cold touched her forehead it was almost painful as she closed her eyes "so cold though..." She whispered gripping onto his shirt as she passed out.
James nodded in understanding. "It's alright if you choose not to come back, Lydia." he promised. "I'll understand. I can try my best to find you another job close by, so we could still see eachother." he offered. Maxwell paled when she passed out, and he jumped up, looking frantically for someone who could help him. "Someone! Please call another doctor!" He called into the hallway, staying by Lacey to make sure she'd wake again. "Lacey..." he whispered, rocking her.
Lydia smiled and hugged him "id love that James, Id miss you if I didn't see you...did you get the desert I left you?" She took off her apron just wearing the white blouse and skirt throwing the dumb bonnet in the river.Marcoux was on it as he called the doctor "sir she passed out, she's burning up and the master fears for her wellbeing."
James smiled, glad that they had found a solution they could work with. "Sounds good then." he said, hugging her back briefly. "I didn't get the dessert, no." He replied. "I was probably busy storming around the house, and then coming to find you." He said honestly, shrugging. Maxwell gathered up Lacey in his arms, rocking her back and forth. She looked so sickly it frightened him. This was his fault. All his fault. "Is the doctor coming?" He asked Marcoux.
Lydia smiled softly and nodded pleased he was so angry and passionate on finding her. It made her feel special in his eyes "well if no one eats it then you have a treat when you get home." She smiled and pocketed the money "where should I work?"Marcoux nodded and answered the door when the doctor came "thank you for coming so quickly doctor..." He led him to Lacey "she was complaining of cold and lost consciousness..."
James nodded. "I can't wait." he said honestly. "What did you make?" he asked, curious. He was very interested in what she might have made for him. Then he smiled. "A restaurant would like to have you very much most likely." He suggested. Maxwell looked up, sighing in relief as the doctor came in. "She was slightly delirious." he added. "The last doctor said she had a cold, but she's been sweating all night." he explained, hoping this doctor knew something of what to do about all this.
The nurse bustled around, taking temperatures and bloodpressure, all the vitals.
Lydia smiled up at him "Italian torte with homemaid cream cheese frosting, a restaurant would be fascinating...but I need to have a place to stay James, I don't think I could afford anything around her."The doctor nodded and frowned "I fear she has an infection." He gave her an injection "that should cool the raging fever which is causing the delerium and loss of conciousness."
James's smile grew bright and he nearly started drooling. "Oh my goodness...." he shook his head. "You really need to find somewhere to cook." he suggested. "You could stay on one of the staff buildings on our property, I'm sure. Or live above a restaurant." He shrugged. "I'm sure there's something affordable somewhere."Maxwell squeezed Lacey's hand during the injection to try and keep her mind off of it. When the doctor said it would cure the fever, he looked up, hopeful. "So that's it?" He asked. "She's on the road to recovery now?"
Lydia smiled "I think you'll always be my biggest fan..." She noted and gasped as the same photographer took their picture the birthmark was visible and she quickly put her sleeves down getting up to go give the man a piece of her mind.The doctor nodded "I believe it's just a cold...the infection could have happened from a myriad of different things. Her body and immune system is vulnerable because of the cold and attacked..."
James heard the flash this time, and he got up, his mood dark. He walked up to the man and grabbed his sleeve before he could turn away. "I believe my family could put you in a very tight spot of they found you on their bad side." he hissed, his eyes cold. "So I suggest you hand the image you just took over to me now."Maxwell nodded, sighing in relief. So it was going to go away, and he just needed to care for his girl until then. "I see." he nodded. "Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. Is there anything you recommend until she gets better?" he asked.
The photographer shook his head "the Queen demanded I get pictures...she believes this girl is the long lost princess. I'm more afraid of the Royal family then your family Master James." Lydia looked at James scared not knowing how to feel about this.The doctor shook his head "rest and fluids, she shouldn't so things that could increase her heart rate...I assume you know what activities I am referring to."x
James sighed, glancing back at Lydia. He could pull out his cards now, and get the man to give up the photo, or he could give in and accept defeat. But he was looking to her to see what she wanted to do. "Who knows." He said quietly to her. "You might like being a princess..."Maxwell nodded quickly, "Rest and fluids." he repeated. He would make sure she got lots of both. "And nothing exciting." he smiled then, believing that that was manageable. "Thank you again."
Lydia shook her head holding onto him "what if I won't be able to see you or cook James?...I don't want to give up things I love for a life of privledge...why does she want me now? It's been 20 years..." She was so confused and felt safe with James.Lacey smiled up at Marcoux "hello again...did you have to kiss me to break the spell?" She whispered and sighed feeling better. She felt cooler and relieved "feels so much better..."
James wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head gently. "You'd be the princess Lydia." he said quickly. "You could demand anything you wanted. You could say that you wanted to cook, and I would come visit you as much as I could." he promised. "I do not know why they have started searching only now though. I don't really keep up to tabs with the royal family." he shrugged. Maxwell smiled softly, kissing her cheek and running his thumb over the back of her hand. "Why yes, yes I did." he joked, watching her carefully to asses if she looked in any pain, or was doing better, and he was thrilled when she said she was feeling better. "I'm so glad to hear that." He said honestly. "I was so worried."
Lydia sighed and nodded holding his hand "alright...but come with me to meet them...her, my mother..." She whispered scared to even say it "my father was killed...why would she want me?..." She whispered and sighed scared.Lacey smiled and nodded "I know...but you don't have to worry about me now...I'm feeling better, I don't feel like im going to die..."
James nodded, figuring that he could at least do that much for her. "Alright. I'll come meet them." he agreed. He listened to her story, and then shrugged a little. "I suppose we'll find out when we get there." he said casually, not as worried as she was, but wanting to offer comfort. Maxwell's smile was easy and he nodded. "Well that's always a good thing. Wouldn't want you feeling like you were going to die." he said, shaking his head. He brushed back her bangs gently with one hand, smiling down at her. "Would you like it if I read to you while you are recovering?"
Lydia sighed and got into the carriage with him. They rode to the palace a half an hour ride, she swallowed scared "what if she doesn't like me James? She's my mother...ive always dreamed about meeting her." She admitted and sighed "I suppose you didn't think your day would be like this..."Lacey nodded and smiled "I also want to know more about you...your childhood your likes and dislikes...is that alright?" She whispered and sighed "why am I so tired?"
James smiled, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "I'm sure she'll love you." He promised, shrugging. "What's not to like?" Then he smiled a little, nodding as he looked out the window. "I didn't really expect it." He agreed. "But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy about it."Maxwell nodded, but inside he knew he had to tell Marcoux's story, not his own. "That's alright." He promised, kissing her forehead. "You've just been sick, your body is trying to recover. It's not a wonder that you're tired." He thought for a moment. "Would you like to hear about my summer home?"
Lydia smiled lightly "I'm not proper I don't speak well and I'm sarcastic...things princess's should never be..." She reminded and lay her head on his shoulder "I'm glad you'll be there...gives me some courage, I just...don't even know what to think..." She admitted and sighed.Lacey nodded and curled up on his chest listening, she nuzzled his warm hard chest the perfect pillow for her. As she listened closely liking to know about the man she was admittedly falling in love with...but it didn't sound right, something was off...
James nodded his agreement just as the carriage rolled to a stop, and he hopped out, offering her a hand as he helped her out after him. "Well. I guess we'll see what happens in a minute." he shrugged, looking up at the palace in all its splendour. "You ready?" He asked, walking towards the gates. Maxwell talked about the summer home Marcoux owned, in the rolling hills of northern England. It was by a small lake, and had many pretty bridges, an a whole forest. He spoke fondly of how he and Marcoux used to play in the forest, pretending to be robin hood and little John.
Lydia shook her head stepping away from the intimidating gates, but that smile and him reaching out his hand gave her courage. She followed after him as the guards let them in to the front doors she gasped looking around at everything and instantly felt nauseous with anxiety.Lacey smiled loving to hear about him and his footman but he said something odd...he kept calling him Marc when he was so engrossed in the story and saying he was little John.
James kept his hand around hers to help reassure her that she was not here alone. If anything, he should be more nervous than she. After all, she was the princess, and he just an heir to a country estate. But he squeezed her hand whenever she seemed to get more nervous, and then stood beside her as the doors to the throne room opened. Maxwell sighed happily when he finished the story, and he leaned back in his chair. "Yup. Those were the days." he shrugged. "I find children to be more happy go lucky than adults. Sometimes I wish everyone acted as children do."
Lydia gasped as she caught a glance at the Queen, her husband long gone from the war she was a soliditary ruler and regal and far more beautiful then she could imagine she immediately fell to her hands and knees silent sobs coming from her body.Lacey nodded and smiled "I feel as we act just as carefree as children, happuness must be the key...for I am always giddy and gay when around you....I think adults forget how to be truly happy and in love with the world."
James walked slightly behind Lydia, so as not to disturb her or the queen and their greeting. He merely bowed respectfully as the Queen rose from her throne and walked down the long carpet to Lydia, scooping her long lost daughter up into her arms. "My baby girl..." She whispered, tucking her against her. The queen was being most improper, but nobody dared question her about it. Maxwell nodded, agreeing completely. "I concur." He smiled as he glanced over at her. "I think that is the biggest difference between an adult and a child. And I don't intend on ever growing up."
Lydia cried holding onto her mother and trying not to ruin the gown with her tears. She had so many questions and emotions to release but when she called her 'baby girl' all of that was forgotten at the moment. She sniffed curtsying trying to be an ounce of proper.Lacey smiled tapping his nose "we all have to grow up, doesn't mean we won't give up those simple values and reach them to the children, we won't forget how to have fun...when it's proper that is..."
James stood back, watching with a slight smile on his face. He knew that Lydia had been worrying for nothing, as her mother easily welcomed her back home. The queen kissed her daughter's cheek and clasped her hand, smiling. "You must tell me everything of your life up until now. Start at the very beginning dear, we can talk over tea."
Maxwell chuckled. "But what if I wish to be like peter pan, never growing old?" he inquired, tipping his head to the side. "I shall never forget a single happy moment that I have had with you." He promised.
Lydia looked back at James "can he come too your majesty?" It was hard to ever think about calling her mother, she felt loved but...why? Why was she let go...if she was so welcomed back?Lacey smiled "Peter pan never could marry Wendy he didn't want to kiss or make love...are you sure you want to become Peter Pan?"
The queen looked up, looking James over quickly. Who was he, and why did her daughter want him to join? She didn't understand. "Can he tell your story for you, my dear?" She asked. "I really want to catch up with you..."James waved his hand. "It's alright. I'll grab a bite to eat and come back after you guys are done tea." He said, waving to Lydia.
Maxwell scrunched up his nose. "Well that is too bad." he agreed. "In some interpretations, however, pan is a young adult. In that case... I could still make love or kiss." he said, winking. "Besides, who doesn't love a trouble maker?"
Lydia sighed and hugged him looking up into his eyes "don't leave without saying goodbye..." She whispered, he was her only real friend and the only one she really trusted it was odd going after the queen to the elaborate tea room she didn't even know how to use the intercultural just set them. She sat promise but uncomfortably "I don't remember much of my childhood..." She said honestly, well except for seeing her father hanged but that didn't feel very mother daughter bonding memory.Lacey shook her head smiling "fine...if I call you Pan would that make you feel better?" She said nuzzling on his chest and squeezed her hand pressing it to her lips "as long as I can be your tinkerbell."
James hugged her quickly, nodding. "I promise I'll drop by." He whispered back. "Go enjoy your tea." He waved to her as the queen ushered her away, and then he left, feeling rather alone all of a sudden. The queen brought her into the drawing room where they could sit on plush cushions as they were brought their tea. "So my dear, where did you grow up?" she asked.
Maxwell beamed, obviously pleased with himself, and nodded, kissing the top of her head. "You shall be mine. I will call you Tink." He teased, resting his head on top of hers. He was glad to have lightened the mood again.
Lydia swallowed shifting in her seat "a little town near Liverpool...I stayed at an orphanage for some time before getting an apprenticeship once...they knew who my father was..." She winced hating that she brought up her father but it was her history and the Queen asked for it. Lacey sighed happily and kissed him softly before whispering "promise that you'll never leave me...I care so much for you..." She said honestly and relaxed holding onto his hand lacing her fingers through his.
The queen nodded, smiling softly as she bit into her cake. "Liverpool is such a sweet place." she said, keeping up the pleasantries. "I do adore visiting there." She took a sip of her tea. "What did you apprentice as?" She inquired, ignoring the mention of her father. Maxwell smiled, wrapping his arms around her again. "I promise." he whispered into her hair. He held onto the hand that she had laced together and close his eyes slowly. "You should rest... you've been sick." he whispered.
Lydia sipped her tea, as she did she analyzed the taste and knew that cinnamon, and a squirt of lemon would make it perfect. She smiled and nodded "it's a quiet little town...I apprenticed first as a pastry chef, then as I got older took over the little cafe there by the time I was 16 I owned the shop till my master passed away." She paused "beg your pardon your majesty, but would you by chance have cinnamon and a fresh lemon?"Lacey nodded already dozing off, his arms so secure and the sun shining in through her bedroom window made it perfect for an afternoon nap. "I love you..." She whispered before falling asleep.
The queen listened, enthralled. "A cook!" She exclaimed, thrilled that her daughter would have chosen a nice profession like that one. "That does sound like a nice job. The culinary arts were always beyond me." She admitted. Then she smiled, telling one of the servants to bring some for her. Maxwell smiled, watching her start to doze off. He was perfectly content to just lie here and relax with her. He had no duties to tend to, so resting was a lovely way to spend time. "Love you too." he whispered as she drifted off.
Lydia thanked the servant and squirted the lemon and sprinkled the cinnamon sipping and sighing with pleasure "would you care for some?" She asked the Queen motioning to her cup as she continued "after that a rich manor owner took me in, I became the head chef which with my age made for some disagreements." She admitted and sighed "but I met James, the man I came with that way...and you know the story from there your highness."
The queen watched as she added the lemon and cinnamon to her own tea, and her eyes were wide with curiosity. She nodded then, holding out her cup. "I would like to try." she agreed, her smile soft. She wanted to see just how good of a chef her daughter had become. "So that man... he is the manor owner?" She asked, curious. She had noted the way they looked at eachother.
Lydia added it to hers, but with the cinnamon she created a design a floral swirl before giving it back to the queen. Might as well try to impress her with her skills. She flushed and blinked surprised that her face was heating up "the oldest son..." She said quietly sipping her tea but it was shocking to her that she reacted that way. "He's a very good friend, helped me with recipes and is the biggest fan of my cooking."
The queen admired the design in the cup before taking a sip and smiling brightly. "This is wonderful dear. You really do have talent." She praised, enjoying how much better the tea tasted now. The queen smiled knowingly and nodded. "Oldest son... quite a prestigious position. Then again my dear, you are a princess." she smiled lightly. "I'm sure your cooking isn't the only thing he's a fan of." she said, her smile brightening a little. "He seems nice enough."
Lydia hid her face with the tea cup as she cleared her throat and bit her lip "thank you, your majesty it is a passion of mine..." She paled at the word princess and cleared her throat "so you wish me to stay as that role your majesty?" She was shocked and wanted to stay polite "he insists its just friendship which I am fine with."
James was hurt, there was no doubt about that. His heart and squeezed painfully at her words, but he just nodded, backing away again. If she didn't want to be seen with him, that meant she actually wanted to leave after all. Well he sure wasn't going to force her to stay. He nodded tiredly at John, running a hand over the back of his neck in exhaustion. "Give her a generous compensation amount, please. I want to see her taken care of." He said softly, and then he left the barn, trudging back up to the manor.