All Chapters of Love Unbound: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The next day Olivia stepped out from the stables and wiped her forehead before walking over to get a drink of water. “Madame are ye almost done with the mucking?” Ask Elliot McTavish the stable man. He new little Miss Macdonald was a handful. She could ride and climb better than any boy. He admired her for being a very capable lass at the youthful age of 9 years. Her mother could ride too. She was the spiting image of her mother. “Almost Mr. McTavish. I have one stall left. “ she said with a grin. “Father could have pick something worse for me to do.” “I,, he could have. I think he was giving some leeway while trying to tame ye..” he laughed.“I have to go meet the farrier at the other end of the field for the lame colt. You should have it done by the time I get back, so get to it..” He winked with a rueful smile. Olivia turned to go in the barn a few minutes after Mr. McTavish left to see Graham and Rory Gordon starring at her with mischief in their eyes. . They were a year older

As the days went by Olivia new she had to get away. She was not he q fry going to France. She could not leave all she knew and loved. She had a plan tonight would be her chance as her father and the servants would be occupied with guest in the great hall. She had stashed some food and a wine skin full of water in a bag under her bed. She had a dagger that belong to her mother to protect herself. Night quickly came. After about an hour into the activities downstairs she made her way down. She decided it was time. Quietly Olivia slipped out her room down the hall to the back stairs. She made her way stealthily step by step. Ducking into shadows and slipping past an alcove where a young maid and a man servant we’re making out. They never knew she was there. Stopping at the kitchen door Mrs McGill was instructing another cook and servant in what was next to be served to the guest. Olivia slipped behind the table and darted to the hall to the back exit of the castle. Not a soul saw he

Her aunt was nothing if not punctual. She arrived exactly a fortnight from the arrival of her letter. The house was all a buzz as soon as s they got word she was approach.“Go get Olivia and Finely.” Alexander told a maid. Alexander’s excitement was palpable. As the two children stood by his side. Brielle entered with the most beautiful smile from ear to ear. “Mon petit Freire, I have missed you so much.” Embracing each other so tightly. Both stepping apart and taking a good look at each other.Smiling she turned and looked at the two children before her. “Well hello there jeune maitre Finely.” With a bow and a flourish of her hand. Finely loved the attention as it was usually Olivia that got the attention. Only it was negative attention. He thought to himself. “Madame Beaumont, welcome home. It is my pleasure to finally meet you.” In a return bow. He smiled big and brightly attempting the flourish of the hand as well. “Madame Olivia, I am excited for us to get to know each other.

As the years went by she settled into her life and did her best to do as her aunt and uncle instructed. Eventually they went to stay at her uncles mansion on the outskirts of Paris. Her days were filled with tutors and lessons. Etiquette, literature, art, riding, politics, theology as time went on Olivia became engrossed in it all. She loved to learn new things. Sculpting was like creating life itself. Only God could breath life into the images though. Her masterpiece was the image of aunt Brielle twin toddlers Camille and Claude. The beautifully happy childrens likeness reflecting the originals to a T. Monsieur Jean Pierre was a marvel in teaching the techniques to produce a masterpiece. He had also been commissioned to build Arc de Triomphe in honor of French Revolution that he worked on taking up most of his time. She would make little excursions to see how the majestic Arc de Triomphe was coming along. The tall stone arches were perfectly placed. The monument itself reaching re