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Fate of The Unborn ~ Part 1

Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, fangirls and all, it is my great pleasure to present to you….

…..a sequel to the beloved photostory series…..

…..Masquerade…..

…..an all new epic series….

….following the story of Liesel and Edmund (#liesmund)….

OH ALRIGHT! XD

Fellow friends, I give you:

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As the moon rises against the sun,
So does man rise against man.
In 20 year’s time,
When the young bird flees from its nest,
It will fly into a storm and be struck down.
After it has lingered in the shadows a while to sprout its wings,
It will return a strong griffin ready to attack it’s prey.
And the griffin now full of hatred and strength,
Will devour the prey of its wellspring.
For as the moon rises against the sun,
So does man rise against man.

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Eight years in prison. Eight years trapped behind bars. Eight years feeding on darkness.

Seven months fearing what would come to be. When Liesel became pregnant for the second time, it didn’t take long for the prophecy to reach Frederic’s ears, even in a place so isolated as a dungeon. But he had made an ally among the prince’s men. One who was very obliging to aid Frederic in any way he could and today was the day that he would prove his loyalty. Today was the day Frederic would put his plan into action…

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Looking out the window toward our palace garden, I took in a deep breath and let the air from outside fill my lungs. My life had turned out quite differently than I had expected it to. Ten years ago I never imagined that I would be a princess, married to the love of my life, and blessed with a beautiful little girl.

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It was truly a miracle that my life had turned out so amazing and soon another little blessing would be added to it.

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“Mommy, have you seen Daddy? I can’t find him anywhere!” My sweet daughter asked as she bounded up to me.

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“I haven’t seen him all morning. Let’s see if we can find him together.”

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Elsie and I stumbled upon Edmund walking toward us, his eyes fixed on the ground as though something was weighing heavy on his mind.

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“Edmund, are you alright?” I asked when he didn’t even stop to look up at us.

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“Oh, I’m sorry, I was lost in thought,” he said with a smile, but I knew something was bothering him.
“Daddy, can you walk with me in the garden?” Elsie asked, eyes full of hope.

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“I’m sorry, not right now, sweetie,” Edmund said. It wasn’t like him to turn down time spent with his daughter. Something was definitely wrong.

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Edmund must have sensed that I knew he was hiding something because he asked Elsie to leave us alone for a moment. “It won’t be for long,” he assured her.

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“Go on, Elsie. I’ll walk with you later,” I said.
“Okay, Mommy,” she said right before skipping away.

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“Edmund what is it?” I asked as I reached for his hand. Edmund closed his eyes and touched my belly. “It’s a dream I had last night…,” he began.

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“I’m afraid to tell you about it,” he said, not even daring to look into my eyes.

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“Edmund, I’ve never seen you like this. What is it?” I pressed. He was unsettling me more and more with each word he spoke.

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“I dreamed something happened to our child… Someone was after it… and-” Edmund paused. “I can’t bring myself to tell you the rest. It was too real and I don’t want to frighten you unnecessarily if it turns out to be nothing more than a silly nightmare.”

“Edmund, tell me wha-” I stopped my sentence when I heard a familiar sound in the distance…

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The alarm bells were ringing for all the kingdom to hear. They meant something bad or even dangerous had occurred. But what frightened me most was when Edmund spoke…

“My dream….it’s happening.”

~~~*~~~

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN!!!! :O :O

What is happening?! :O Yes, I know that I know, but it’s still fun to say. *innocent grin* XD

I don’t know when the next part will be up cause I have VBS all week, but I will get it up just as soon as I can! 😀

I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Fate of The Unborn! 😀

~Jaclynn~

Much Appreciated~ A Photostory

Hi everyone! I have a photostory for you today that I hope you’ll enjoy! Especially since the pics were taken in a room in my dollhouse… 😉 XD

Riven-Delle was super busy baking up a storm; she had already made cupcakes, cookies, muffins – now she had a blueberry pie in the oven! She had wanted to bake a cake, too, but she had received too many interruptions by her siblings that took her away from her baking several times that day. From Clara fainting twice to Lana causing an argument to the little ones getting underfoot time and again – Riven-Delle was at her wit’s end. She wasn’t even the oldest of the kids, yet everyone seemed to be coming to her for everything – just as they always did.

Kiara stepped into the kitchen just as Riven-Delle was putting a dirty bowl by the sink (I say “by” since it was overflowing with dishes already) and let out a quick gasp. “Wow! That’s a lot of goodies!” She said, eyeballing the cookies.



“Yeah, well, that’s what I like to do,” Riven-Delle smiled, “Do you need something?” she asked, trying to hide her dread.

“Oh, no, I just came in for a drink of water,” Kiara said and went to find a glass. Riven-Delle let her shoulders sink in relief and continued with her work…

…but she hesitated when she heard the faucet turn on and heard dishes clanking around. “Uh – Kiara? What are you doing?” Riven-Delle asked.

“There’s a mountain of dishes that need washing, so I thought I’d help you out and start washing,” Kiara said, soapy sponge in hand.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice of you, but really, it’s not necessary,” Riven-Delle said.

“It’s okay, I want to do this,” Kiara said with a smile.

Riven-Delle turned her head away, annoyance crawling up her spine. “Really, Kiara, you can go,” she said.

“Riven-Delle I don’t think you’re being very nice. I’m not going to disrupt your work by doing the dishes for you – in fact, I’ll be helping you along with your work by taking this load off your back,” Kiara said. Riven-Delle sighed and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Kiara. It’s nice of you to help me.”

The timer went off for the oven, so Riven-Delle got her oven mitts on to check on her pie while Kiara began scrubbing away.

While they were both preoccupied with their work, sneaky little Merida tip-toed into the kitchen and swiped a plate of cupcakes off the table and scurried off before anyone could notice she was ever there.

When Riven-Delle decided the pie was done baking, she took it out of the oven and set it on the table, only to be horrified by the emptiness that faced her.

“Where are my cupcakes?” Riven-Delle cried.

Kiara instantly stopped scrubbing the dishes and joined her sister’s side. “What on earth…”

“They’re gone,” Riven-Delle said, her voice shaky.

“Hey, it’s okay. I bet one of the little ones came in and took them – let’s go see if we can find them!” Kiara suggested.

“No, I’m sure they’re all gone by now anyway,” Riven-Delle said.

“Well, isn’t that a good thing? I mean, don’t you bake all these treats so we can eat them?” Kiara asked.

“Yes, but….,” Riven-Delle sighed, “Truth is, I’m not so upset about the cupcakes. I’m just so frustrated. I’ve been planning this baking day for weeks and I’ve been looking forward to having some time to myself, doing the thing I love. But all day I keep being interrupted by everyone and constantly dragged away from my baking. Why does everyone always want me?” Riven-Delle asked, a couple tears trickling down her cheek.

Kiara placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder and said, “I understand, everyone needs their own space, but really, think about how amazing it is that everyone loves you so much. I think just about everyone in this family looks up to you. And in a big family like ours, that’s something to be thankful for. You’re so appreciated in this house and I think you should learn to appreciate that.”

Riven-Delle smiled through her tears and hugged her sister tightly. She knew that lately she hadn’t been as appreciative of her family as she should have been and she was so grateful to Kiara for reminding her that appreciation goes both ways.

The End

Challenge: This week show someone you wouldn’t normally think of that you appreciate them. It just may make their day :)

~Jaclynn~

Strum Me a Tune~ A Photostory


Samantha and Riven-Delle decided to brave the freezing cold (or at least, it was to them, being California girls) and do some shopping downtown.


Riven-Delle’s head was turned by the enchanting sound of a guitar strumming not far from where they were. She realized that the person playing looked unmistakably familiar and found herself in the middle of a big problem. Her head told her that it wasn’t wise to go up to a stranger and talk to them, but she had done it once with no harm done. Surely Samantha wouldn’t approve, but Riven-Delle felt that this boy needed help and that he wasn’t really a bad person.


“Riven-Delle, what are you looking at?” Samantha inquired once she realized her sister had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.


Riven-Delle knew that hair – she hadn’t seen anyone else with it before. It was definitely him.

Without saying a word Riven-Delle headed in the direction of the guitar player with Samantha very hesitantly following behind. She absolutely hated it when people kept her from doing some serious shopping.


“Hello!” Riven-Delle greeted, a bit nervous to say anything.


The teenage boy looked up from his guitar and instantly stopped playing. The look behind his eyes expressed worry and Riven-Delle wondered what could be wrong.

“Hello….,” he said hesitantly.


“I’m sorry – aren’t you Weston? The boy from the diner? I was certain I’d seen you before,” Riven-Delle said, though she already knew it was him.

“Yeah, I guess that would be me. You got some cops hiding out nearby to take me in?” He asked, his eyes shifting around.


“No, of course not! I told you I wouldn’t turn you in,” Riven-Delle said.


He let out a quick sigh that was hardly audible and said; “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but maybe you should get going. I’m about ready to head back home now anyway.”


Riven-Delle looked down at the blue bowl with white polk-a-dots scattered around it. This was not a bowl a teenage boy would choose to use – especially in public. She couldn’t help wondering if perhaps it was stolen… Weston was definitely not living in a stable home – maybe he was even living on the streets.


“C-could you strum a song for us before we go? I heard you from a distance and it sounded great,” Riven-Delle said.


“I think we should get going, Delle,” Samantha intervened.


“One song won’t hurt. We’ll still have time for shopping,” Riven-Delle said.


“Alright, just one song and then I gotta go. My dad will kill me if I’m late for my lessons,” he said, though Riven-Delle couldn’t help doubting that he even had a father.


Riven-Delle watched curiously as he turned the knobs on his guitar to tune it. Samantha turned her head away and groaned just loud enough for Riven-Delle to hear her.


Once he had tuned up, he began to strum on his guitar an older sounding song that was full of life, making Riven-Delle tap her feet and clap her hands along.


When the song ended, Riven-Delle clapped and told him how great it was while she got her purse out to drop some money into his bowl.

“You play so well, I wouldn’t be surprised if someday you become famous!” Riven-Delle said as she dropped her money into the bowl.


A crisp 20 dollar bill to be exact.


Weston stared at it in disbelief – he hadn’t had that much money at one time in years!


“Thank you,” he said, as calmly as possible.


“Alright, Delle, let’s go now,” Samantha urged.


“Well, bye!” Riven-Delle said, feeling a bit awkward and sorry to leave him. Who knew where he would be tonight or if he even had anyone who cared about him.


Weston reached into the bowl and held the 20 dollars in his hand as he watched the girls leave. The kindness Riven-Delle had expressed meant so much to him – no one had treated him that way since he was a young boy. Except for his friend, of course, who was lying sick in bed and in need of some decent food. Thanks to Riven-Delle, he could give him just that.

Do you play an instrument? I’m learning to play the keyboard and I’m loving it! 😀 

~Jaclynn~

Just a note – do not talk to strangers. Riven-Delle is a bad example. XD

Also, another note – Riven-Delle and Weston are not a couple and I don’t plan to make that happen. They will just be good friends. 😉 

Masquerade FINALE

Happy New Year everyone!!

*wonders why no one replied* *realizes why their mouths are hanging open*

Oh! Right! SURPRISE!!! The Masquerade finale is HERE!! 😀

I had really wanted to post this on Christmas as a present to all of you, but the weather wasn’t good for taking pictures on the only days I had available… So I decided to make it for New Years! 😀 I spent over 5 hours just prepping the dolls, setting up, and taking pictures. O_O

Okay, okay, I know you’re all excited, but let me just say thank you all so much for your patience and for loving this series so much!! I can’t tell you how much that means to me <3

Now, without further ramblings, let the show commence! (but just in case you need a refresher, here’s the last part 😉 )

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Soon after Jeremiah’s death, Edmund found Frederic and placed him deep in the dungeon where he would spend the remainder of his days. Having Frederic so nearby did make me a little uneasy, but I could hardly worry about such things for I was busy making preparations for the biggest day of my life – marrying the man I truly love.

The music began to play, cuing my entrance. Right when I saw Edmund, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Not tears of sadness, but of joy. He looked so incredibly handsome in his suit and smiling broadly at me as he, too, was seeing me for the first time.



Looking into his eyes, I just knew that we were thinking the same thing…

We had come so far and now here we were – about to pledge our hearts to each other for eternity. 

My mother watched with a tender heart and tears trickled down her cheeks. I knew this must be an especially meaningful time for her – to at last see her daughter marrying the man she loves.

When I reached Edmund, we both paused, taking in the special moment, each smiling so big our cheeks hurt.

Then he took my hand…

And we faced the pastor, ready to say our vows and be joined as one.

“With this ring I thee wed.”


I didn’t once take my eyes off of Edmund – not even to look at the ring. I would have been perfectly satisfied without a ring because I was receiving the most precious gem of all – the heart of the one I love.

“I present to you, your Prince and Princess.”

Edmund and I danced to a song that we both had loved when we were younger and for those few minutes, I felt as though I had traveled back in time, dancing with my beau to an enchanting song as he promised me that one day, he would marry me…

And we would be happier than we could ever comprehend…

Even if we had to live in a stable.

The ceremony went by so quickly and before I knew it, it was time to cut the cake.

“And we walked away together as husband and wife. From that moment on, we would never be separated.”


“And that’s the end of our story…”


“Not quite, Mama, because then you had me!” My daughter said with a gleeful expression.


“That’s right, sweetie. And soon you’ll have a baby brother,” I said with a smile.


“Oh, I can’t wait for him to come out!” Elsie cried as she held onto my belly.


“Or her; it could be a girl, you know,” Edmund said with twinkling eyes. “I’ve been wondering where you were all afternoon. It’s getting late.”


“I was just telling her our story,” I said and motioned for her to run along.


Edmund came up to me and smiled. “We have created a perfect life together, haven’t we?” He asked.

“Yes, we have,” I agreed.


“And soon it will get even better,” Edmund said, placing his hands on my belly. I looked into his eyes as he felt our unborn child moving inside me and my heart was warmed by the pure joy and love behind his eyes.

“I love you, Edmund,” I said. He looked into my eyes tenderly and replied, “I love you, Liesel.”


As we headed back inside, I watched our beautiful little girl skipping through the garden, I felt my baby moving within me, and I felt the love my husband had for me in the gentle touch of his hand. Though my life started out with a rocky beginning, things turned out alright. And I knew without a doubt that we would all live happily ever after – till the end of our days…

THE END

~Jaclynn~
P.S. This part made my mom cry! XD 

Bring Me a Package ~A Photostory

Hey guys! I have a fun little photostory for ya’ll today featuring the doll with the mystery name… I’ve decided to reveal her true name for you all at last because this has just been ridiculously long… XD See, I was going to buy McKenna and have her be her twin sister, which I still plan to do at some point, but let’s start using Jane’s real name, shall we? 😉


‘Twas six days before Christmas and ornaments elegantly adorned the Christmas tree…


Presents wrapped with care had been placed beneath the tree…


And decorations were scattered all throughout the house.


On this particular day, a girl sat on the loveseat motionless. Listening. Waiting.


Her head snapped suddenly at the sound of a truck outside that sounded very much like the mail truck.


Without a moment’s hesitation, she had leaped off the couch and dashed out the front door screaming; “THE MAIL IS HERE!!”


Her sisters, Saige and Rebecca followed the screams outside, bewildered by the sight they saw.


The screams had stopped and they found Mariah standing as still as a tree. “Uh, Mariah, are you okay?” Saige inquired.


“Wait.” Mariah said as she watched the mail carrier intently, waiting for her to come up and hand her a small brown box addressed to Mariah Johnson.


Rebecca and Saige joined her side now, looking at her quizzically. “Mariah? What are you doing?” Rebecca asked. Mariah let out a disappointed gasp as the mail carrier returned to the truck.


“WAAAITT!!! COME BACK!!” Mariah screeched. Her sisters held her back as she dashed forward.


“Mariah, what on earth is the matter?” Saige asked. Mariah whimpered and kept saying; “No. No. No.”


“It didn’t come…. I’ve been waiting for days…” Mariah said with a sniffle.


“What was it?” Rebecca inquired.

“A gift from my pen pal…,” Mariah said.


“Oh, Mariah, it’s okay. I’m sure it’ll come soon. You shouldn’t be so upset, though,” Rebecca said sweetly.


“BUT SHE ALREADY HAS MINE!! I WANT MY PRESENT! IVE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY!!” Mariah screamed.


“I know it’s disappointing, but really, you’ll get it soon, I’m sure. You just have to take your mind off of it,” Saige advised.


Mariah sighed and bent over dramatically.


“You’re right. I’m going to go hermit,” Mariah said, turning toward the house.


Saige and Rebecca watched their sister walk groggily back to the house and noticed just how pitiful she looked in her bare feet pattering against the cold concrete.


Mariah wrapped herself in a soft Christmas blanket and sat in front of the tree, staring blankly at the presents.


“What is life anymore…?” Mariah mumbled.


“Mariah! A package just came!” Saige announced with a smile, but Mariah just leaned back and closed her eyes with a sigh.

“It’s probably for someone else, Saige. My package was coming in the regular mail,” Mariah said.

“No, they came back! She said she missed it in the truck. It’s your package!” Saige explained.


Mariah’s eyes jerked open. “WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO?!”


Mariah leaped up and ran past Saige so fast, she fell to the floor.

Saige remained on the floor, groaning inwardly at her insane sister and could hear her screaming, “GIMME MY PACKAGE!!!”

THE END

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I hope you enjoyed! I had fun making this story. XD

People, I actually went out front to take pictures. And guess what?! A FEDEX GUY CAME AS I WAS TAKING PICTURES. So I looked back and he was looking at me quizzically so I gathered my dolls and hurried inside. Then a little bit after I had to go back out and set them up and start again. XD THEN the regular mail came by again and since it was a woman I was like – eh, whatever. So she came up and handed me the package and asked if one of my dolls was Grace. I thought that was kinda cool that she knew what my dolls were. XD

Do you like getting packages?

MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 16

Whoo! First off, sorry for disappearing for so long! I needed it to be shady out back to take these pictures and, well, I was getting up too late and then getting tired too early, so I kept missing the shade… XD

Okay, now on with what you’ve all been waiting for! 😀


News of Jeremiah’s death came as quite a shock to me. When I asked Edmund about it, he said he suspected it was Frederic who murdered him. Believing that Edmund didn’t have a hand in it and that in fact, he had been honest with me before, I let him out. And now here we were, looking at Jeremiah’s tombstone.


“Are you alright, Liesel?” Edmund asked with concern.


“Yes, I’m fine. We didn’t love one another in the least. Though I am sorry that this all happened.” I replied.


“Do you think Frederic will come after you now?” I asked him.

“He may, but I think I can get him first.” He said.

 
“You won’t kill him, will you?” I questioned. 

“No, not at all. I’m not like them.”


I let out a sigh of relief and looked to the distance. “I feel at peace now. I feel – free. Like I can live as I please. I can be happy now.” I said in a faint whisper.


“I can understand that. I feel much the same way.” Edmund agreed.


Edmund stepped closer to me and gently lifted my hand into his and said, “This can be a fresh start for us.”


“Now that you’re unmarried, the kingdom needs to be secure. The people will expect you to marry again before long.” He said, a gleam in his eye. I felt my heartbeat quicken as he spoke.


“Yes, I suppose so.” I said, trying to hide my smile.


“I’d be honored if you would ever consider choosing me, Liesel.” He said, holding both of my hands now.


I just smiled and hugged him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. “I more than consider you, Edmund. I choose you.

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Okay guys. Finale is next. Are ya’ll excited or sad? ;D

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 15

Okay, guys. There should be one or 2 more parts after this one. Are ya’ll ready? *sinister grin*

POV of Jeremiah:

“You wanted to see me.” Frederic said once he saw me approaching.


“Yes. We have a problem.” I said.

“What is it this time?” He inquired.


“Remember that little task I had you do a few years back?” I asked.


“You mean the one where you had me kill your new bride’s father?” He asked.

“Yes, that one.” I confirmed.

“What about it?” He pushed.


“The witness is back. He’s threatening to tell everyone about what we did.”


Frederic looked to the side and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, that means I can kill him now.”


“No. We can’t kill him. He’s Liesel’s old beau. She would never forgive me if we killed him.” I said.


“The witness…. Is your wife’s old beau? And you don’t want me to kill him? I’d think that would make you want him gone more than ever!” Frederic said through gritted teeth.


“So what do you plan to do then?” He inquired and I could tell he was frustrated.


“I don’t know. For the moment he’s locked in the dungeon and can do us no harm. But it’s only a matter of time before Liesel requests his release. We need to think of something soon.” I stated.


“He needs to die, Jeremiah. As he long as he lives he will be a threat. I won’t go to prison and I will not be hanged.” He growled, not making eye contact.


“No! I will not allow you to kill him. I want a chance to be happy with Liesel and that would ruin it.” I said firmly.


“We’ll meet back here tomorrow to discuss our plans.” I said and Frederic stayed unmoving.


As I walked away, I heard a trigger click back.


I turned around and saw Frederic pointing a gun at me with a scowl on his face. “What are you doing?” I asked, afraid for my life.


“I told you, I will not die for what you had me do. You won’t let me kill the witness, so I’ll kill you instead.” He said with disdain. I stood petrified and all too fast –


– he pulled the trigger.

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*insert sad music here*

RIP Jeremiah….

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 14

Whoa. That felt so weird to write “part 14” up there! This is quite long, isn’t it? 😉

Ready for some heartbreak? Good, good. Then here we go….


After being knocked out and dragged mercilessly to the dungeon,  I found myself half wishing Liesel would come down and half wishing she wouldn’t.


Oh, Liesel…. Ever since our talk in the field, I thought of her more than ever. I longed to be with her, but knew I had to get used to us being apart. She was a married woman, after all, and I had to respect that.


“Enjoying your stay?” A familiar voice said that snapped me out of my thoughts. Jeremiah. I looked and saw him staring at me intently, his hand on the hilt of his sword.


“What do you want?” I inquired with disgust.


“To offer you a choice. Either you confess to the world that you killed Liesel’s father and stay in the dungeon for eternity, or I kill you. The choice is yours.” Jeremiah said, his voice hoarse.


“I choose…. To confess. To confess that I am the witness and that you had her father killed. And even more than that, I’ll tell them all about your secret gambling establishment in the next kingdom, hidden deep under the ground. And all you hold dear will be taken from you – your life.” I growled.


Jeremiah pulled out his sword and pointed it towards me. “You’d better watch what you say, Edmund. You have one last chance. Now what do you choose?!” He bellowed.


I stumbled to get up and stepped closer to him and said, “I choose vengeance.”


Jeremiah placed his sword under my chin and stared at me with gritted teeth. “I know you want to kill me, so why don’t you?” I asked, testing his courage. “I think you’re afraid, you’re afraid to kill someone yourself. That’s why you had Frederic do your dirty work for you, isn’t it?”


“Stop!” Liesel yelled as she rushed in. Surely the sight of her husband pointing a sword at her old beau was an awkward sight.


“Jeremiah, what’s going on? Why is Edmund locked up?” She inquired.


“He blames me for murdering your father! If this gets out, I could be murdered myself! He’s a scoundrel!” Jeremiah growled.


I saw the shock in Liesel’s eyes, though she was trying to hide it. “A moment alone please, Jeremiah.” Liesel requested and he stomped off.


“Edmund, is what Jeremiah said true? You think he killed my father?” She asked.


“Liesel, I know this must be hard for you to comprehend, but you have to believe me. Jeremiah had him killed!” I insisted.

“Oh, Edmund…” She turned her head away and became silent. “Liesel, it’s true.” I said.


She closed her eyes and stood completely still. I could tell she was trying not to cry, I had seen her do this before.


“Why would he have my father killed?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“Because he owed him money that he couldn’t pay. Jeremiah owns a secret gambling establishment that your father used to go to. It’s where he lost everything and why you and your mother had to move away in order to escape the debts.” I explained and I saw a tear trickle down her cheek.


“Edmund.” She said as she reached her hand through the bars. I leaned closer and she placed her fingers on my cheek. “Edmund I want to believe you. But I can’t.” She said, her voice cracking.


I instantly backed away and looked at her in shock. “Why don’t you believe me? Do you really trust Jeremiah, a man you barely know, more than me?”

 

“It just seems kind of funny to me that you suddenly show up shortly after I marry him, ask my forgiveness, and then accuse Jeremiah of murdering my father. It’s like you’re trying to break us apart. Like you’re trying to win me back. But that can’t happen, Edmund. I made a vow and I intend to keep it.”


Tears began to blur my vision. I turned away and whispered, “Leave me.” And she left. 

How could she accuse me of such a thing? Her words stung me. It was a pain unlike any I had felt before. She didn’t trust me anymore. And now I didn’t know where my fate lied….

~~~~~

*sigh* I need to go hug Weston/Edmund.

Stay tuned for another part coming soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 13

WOW! This is so far the longest photostory series I’ve done! 😀

Read the last part here.


After Liesel and I parted ways, I went searching for Prince Jeremiah; Liesel’s scandalous husband.


I heard in town that the prince enjoyed taking walks near the river, so I waited for him there. To my delight, he showed up.


“Sire, if you have a moment I need to speak with you.” I said as I approached him.


“What is it, sir?” Jeremiah asked.

I wasn’t about to waste my time by being respectful to this man, so I came right out and said, “I know what you did.”


“What did I do?” He inquired. I could tell he was feeling uneasy.


“For starters, you married my girl.” I was going to work my way up to what I really wanted to say.


Jeremiah chuckled and said, “So, you’re jealous? Obviously you weren’t in her life anymore as I truly believe she would have said something about you to me before she accepted my proposal.”


“I’m not the only man who wasn’t in her life anymore. You killed her father.” That last sentence tasted bitter in my mouth. Knowing that my dear Liesel was married to the very man who was responsible for her father’s death absolutely sickened me.

“And what proof do you have of this?” Jeremiah inquired with a laugh as though the very notion was preposterous.


I grinned and said, “I’m the witness.”


At that, Jeremiah froze. He knew he was caught and I could tell he didn’t know what to do. “didn’t kill him.” He defended.


“Oh, I know. That would have been far too dangerous. You put Frederic up to it.” I said, relieved at last to confront the prince about this.


“So what do you plan to do?” Jeremiah asked as he looked at the sparkling river.


“I plan to expose both of you. The kingdom deserves to know what kind of Prince they have ruling over them.”


“What makes you think they’ll believe you?” He asked, unmoving.


“Because the witness is still being searched for. They have a description of me. They’ll believe every word I say.” I informed.


“Well, there’s only one thing wrong with that…” Jeremiah said, his eyes growing darker.


“What’s that?” I inquired.


“That you won’t be around for them to find.” He said with an evil grin and snapped his fingers.


Before I knew what was happening, someone came from behind me and hit me on the head-


-I fell to the ground, unconscious.

~~~~~

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!! XD

Next part coming soon! :)

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 12

Hiiii! I’m so sorry I kinda disappeared for a week. We went somewhere pretty much every day last week and the days I was home, I just wasn’t feeling good 😉 I hope you all had a Happy 4th of July! 😀

Okay, enough of my rambling, let’s get on with what you’ve all been waiting for – Masquerade!! Oh! And here’s the link to the previous part in case you need a refresher 😉


Edmund walked up to me, a nervous expression on his face. “Hello, Liesel.” He greeted once we were about 2 feet apart.


I wished he hadn’t greeted me as though nothing was wrong. It made it harder for me to say something, so I got straight to the point – “What are you doing here?”


He turned his head toward his horse and sighed, in a way that told me this conversation was going to be hard for him. “I needed to see you and….explain things.” He said and I held my breath. I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear this.


“Edmund, I’m not sure I want to hear this right now…” I trailed off, but he said-

“Liesel, please. I’ve traveled a long way to see you.” I considered his feelings and how he must be struggling, so I nodded for him to continue. “I know you’ve always wondered why I left you so suddenly. And ever since that day, I’ve regretted never explaining things to you.” He turned his head to the side and stared into the distance, as though he could see the past right before him.


“So why did you leave?” I pressed.


“I left because – because I felt responsible for your father’s death.” He stumbled over the words and I was about to say something, but he gave me a look that told me he had more to say. “Liesel I was there when your father was killed. I should have prevented it, but I was too afraid. Because of me, your father isn’t here anymore.” He took in a shaky breath and looked at his feet in shame.


“You mean – you could have saved my father, but you didn’t? And that’s why you left?” I asked, tears blurring my vision.


“Yes. I couldn’t bear to tell you the truth. I was too ashamed that I did nothing… So that’s why I left. To spare your feelings.” He said.


“Oh, Edmund…. The only feelings you spared were your own. First I lost my father, then the only man I ever loved a week later – I was broken. And now – now I feel that I’m right back in that same place.” Tears trickled down my cheeks as I spoke. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold them back.


“Liesel, I am so sorry,” Edmund said as he laid his hands on me, “I should never have left you, especially after you lost your father. I should have been there for you, but instead I only made things worse.”


“I’ve never forgotten you, Liesel. You’ve been on my mind and heart for years. I know I’ve hurt you, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgave me, but I just want you to know how truly sorry I am. You’ll always have a friend in me.”

 

I looked into his deep brown eyes and I realized how sincere he was. Thinking over how he felt and the secret he had to bear for all those years, I understood that he had struggled almost as much as I had. I managed to give him a slight grin and say, “I forgive you, Edmund.”


“Thank you.” He said and he smiled at me as he never had before – the smile of a forgiven man.

~~~~~

I was about to type “The End”, but I was like – this series isn’t over yet! XD

Next part coming soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~

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