Hey people! This idea came out of nowhere an I wanted to get it down before I completely forgot it. This is not a Kimy (Kitty and Remy) at all, they're just friends. Our other characters will be introduced later on. If you have any advice or any constructive critismism then I would love to hear it, acutally I would love to have any reviews really :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, only borrowing for a wee bit!

I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Remy sauntered through the halls of the ornately furnished cheaute. The place was stuffy, despite the high ceilings, pretentious and gloomy. It was filled with valuable sculptures, paintings and pieces of furniture that were worth more then most homes themselves. Remy opened the door to his large bedroom chamber and stepped in, pleased to see that the woman whom he had left that morning was gone, and his room held no trace of her, except the slight lingering of her rose perfume.

Remy stepped out onto his stone balcony and began shucking off his knee high boots, taking in the scenery of the French countryside. He may despise the large chateau he called home, but he loved France, specifically the South of France. Loved the sweet rolling hills and the cliffs on the coast.

The soft wind tousled Remy's auburn hair and he smiled bitterly. This place wasn't where he belonged and he thought for a moment on his past life on the streets. Abandoned by his parent's at birth, Remy had been raised and lived as a petty thief for ten years, scrapping a living by snatching things off bakery stands and out of passerby's pockets. Until of course he had tried to steal from the greatest thief that France had ever seen. Jean Luc had taken in the young boy, honing his natural skills until Remy became his protege, and called him is son. Remy was now the best the Thieves Guild had.

Remy pulled the playing cards from his pocket and shuffled them, watching the newest maid tend to the garden. She was decent looking, with a soft body and light brown hair. Not exactly striking or stunning, but she would do. He decided that she could help fill the lonely nights, but wouldn't be much more.

The sound of galloping horses made Remy turn his attention away from the girl and towards the lane. Dust was being stirred up from the flying legs of three great stallions, one a stark white that was sharp contrast to the dull colors around it. Remy caught the head of curly dark brown hair and smiled.

The girl was laughing sweetly as her vibrant blue cloak billowed out from behind her. Her command over her horse was perfect and Remy was pleased that she was taking so well to his birthday gift to her. She pulled ahead of the two men who were following behind and brought her horse to a sudden halt. Her blue eyes swept across the land, obviously trying to spot her long time friend.

"Chaton!" Remy called out with a laugh as he struggled to replace the boots that he had just gotten off.

Kitty's eyes finally found Remy and she squealed in delight.

"Remy! Oh! How have you been? Don't you think Arielle is coming along nicely?" She asked as she hugged the neck of her beloved horse tenderly.

He smiled his response and motioned for her to calm down. "Give me a moment Petite, I'll be down in a moment."

She nodded and dismounted her horse as Remy turned and walked back through his room and out to the hall. The Prydeman and the Thieves Guild had long time ties, always tentatively friendly. The Prydeman were a family of Barons in England and, while more honest then most other nobility in King Henry the Eighths household, they still sometimes called in favors from the Thieves Guild. Remy was curious as to why they were making a sudden and impromptu trip to see them.

Kitty met him halfway on the grand marble staircase, throwing her arms around him for a hug.

"Let me look at you, let me look at you," Kitty said in a rush as Remy pulled her away from him to scrutinize her as she was doing to him. She looked the same then she had four months ago. Still thin and short, though her hair had grown a bit, the wild and untamable curls now fell to her waist. A maid came up behind her and unfastened the sapphire cloak. Kitty wore a simple green dress that was fitted at the waist and had silver embroidering topping it off.

"Green's not your color," Remy teased as Kitty rolled her eyes. Kitty was his oldest friend, she had spent summers at his home since she was 8. She was the little sister he never had, able to laugh and joke with him. In all truth, his relationship with Kitty was the healthiest relationship he had with a woman. He didn't use her or treat her as a thing, he actually respected her and viewed her in a platonic way.

"How have you been Remy?" she asked, and he had to smile at her english accent, still thick as ever.

"Just fine mon Ami," Remy said as he began to lead her into a drawing room next to the dining room. A tall a man came through the front door, and called out to Kitty.

"Lady Katherine," the man said with a hint of annoyance. Kitty turned and smiled at the brown haired and brown eyed man.

"Lance, this is Remy," Kitty said as the two men sized one another up. Lance was nicely built, though not as muscular as Remy was. His brown hair needed some grooming but besides that he was handsome enough.

"Lady Katherine told me you had unusual eyes," Lance said by way of greeting, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword he had at his hip.

Remy smirked as he narrowed his black on red eyes. "Quo, I was blessed with them at birth, among other things."

"Is that so," Lance said with a hint of disgust, which Kitty clearly caught.

She stepped in between the two men and smiled charmingly.

"Lance, could you help my father out of the carriage? You know that he can never get out without some help, that old knee of his," she said hurriedly as she pulled Remy to the drawing room.

"So, that's the new Knight you were telling me about in your letters? By the way you described him, I was expecting a charmer, or at least a gentleman," Remy scoffed as Kitty took a seat on an overstuffed sofa.

"Oh stop, you hardly know him. Besides, do you hear me critizsing all the women you take to your bedroom?" Kitty sighed as she gave him a questioning glare.

"Chaton, those women are for one night, you could end up married to a donkey's ass like that guy. He's not good enough for you," Remy said with disgust.

"Lance is a good man, a little rough around the edges, I admit, but he has a lot of potential," Kitty assured Remy.

"Don't try to force a diamond out of coal Petite, you'll only get your own hands dirty," Remy warned her as she stood from the sofa and drifted to the window.

"So, have you told Jean Luc?" She asked in a whisper.

Remy knew immediately what she was talking about. He and Kitty weren't just good friends because their personalities melded nicely with one another, but they also shared a deep dark secret.

"Non, I have not," Remy answered with a small sigh.

"I haven't either," Kitty mumbled as she closed her eyes. "Remy, I still don't understand. How could this have happened to us? And why?"

Remy shrugged as he came to stand beside her.

"There's no reason for it, no reason for why you can walk through walls and I can blow things up," he told her firmly.

He had been 14 when his special abilities had made themselves known. He recalled being angry about something and suddenly the book he had been holding in his hands blew up. Remy had kept his secret for a year, until he find Kitty crying by the lake one summer. She had been only 13 at the time and had quickly confessed to Remy her secret. That summer they helped each other, learned about their powers and achieved enough control that they were able to hide their abilities.

"They'll disown me if they ever found out," Kitty said softly, watching her mother and father walk up the stone steps that led to the front door. "We'd be deemed witches and burned."

"Chaton, you haven't told Lance have you?" Remy asked quickly. She whipped her head around and shook it vigorously.

"Oh no, of course not. I'm never telling another soul about this curse," Kitty said vehemently. "But what if they do find out Remy? I had a sneezing attack the other night and ended up in the basement!"

Remy sighed, at a loss on how to help his friend. He had mastered his ability, even used them sometimes during a heist. But Kitty was unwilling to practice in private, or even acknowledge the fact that she was different. She simply ignored it all and went about her life as though it was all normal.

"Chaton, if you would just practice a little then you'll have more control. One day, your powers could save your life, but you won't have enough control to use them," Remy chastised her.

Kitty shrugged her shoulders as if it made no difference to her. "I have knights around me constantly Remy, I think I'm fairly safe."

"Sometimes, the people who are closest to you, can hurt you the most," Remy warned her.

"Are we talking about Lance again? Remy, he's trust worthing," Kitty sighed.

"Or perhaps you're too trusting."

"Listen, he's a good man and a good knight, though not exactly an excellent swordsman," Kitty said the last part with slight disappointment.

Remy smiled and laughed. You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but Kitty was one of the best sword fighters he'd ever met. Remy hated to admit it, but she had surpassed him by the time she was 16. He knew that she had a love for the art and that she vented all her frustration and pain out through sword practice.

"Still haven't met your match?" Remy asked.

"No, he's out there though," Kitty said with determination. "If it wasn't so improper for a woman to engage in swordplay, then I would hold a public tournament and let him find me. Seems as though I'll just have to find him myself."

Kitty was constantly trying to improve and better herself by being challenged. But she was now better then all the teachers she had ever had and was itching for someone to push her to edge, force her to be better.

"Well, one of these days Chaton, you'll find the man that'll have his sword at your throat in less then a minute," Remy assured in a placating tone.

"Well, when you say it like that," Kitty grumbled.

"Is our little Kitten talking about swords again?" The voice of Kitty's father made them both turn.

At the drawing room stood the three figures of Jean Luc, Lord Prydeman and Lady Prydeman. Jean Luc held a goblet of wine in his hand and a pipe in his other.

"Katherine, I wish you would have stayed in the carriage with us, when you go galloping around like that you always get so dusting," Lady Prydeman said with a dramatic sigh as she looked at her daughter. It was no secret that the Prydeman's would prefer to have Kitty a little more reserved and a lot less free spirited, Ladies of her stature and class had expectations that they were suppose to follow.

"Theresa, please," Jean Luc said with a wave of his pipe. "Young Katherine is just as lovely as ever."

kitty blushed as she bowed her head in thanks.

"Yes, she is growing into a woman, and as a woman, it is time for us to start looking at suitors for our child," Lord Prydeman announced as he sat at the couch, motioning for Kitty to join him. She sat down with her back stiffened and small smile. Only Remy could see beyond the carefully composed face and into the swirl of terror, excitement and anxiety that Kitty was feeling.

"Father, who do you suppose would make a good match?" Kitty asked quietly.

"My daughter," Lady Prydeman now sat down next to her, taking one of her hands in hers. "Your beauty has attracted quite a few men. We've had offers from Dukes and Lords all over, and at least half a dozen of your own personal knights have expressed a desire to wed you."

Jean Luc closed the door before leaning against a desk, now pouring wine for them all. Remy watched this closely, knowing that this was Jean Luc's signature sign of celebration.

"Mother, please. You know I've never wanted an arranged marriage," Kitty said sharply, her eyes pleading. From her tone it was obvious that this was a conversation that the Prydemans had had many times before.

"Yes I know, but it is your duty as our daughter to marry whom we feel to be right," Lord Prydeman said firmly, his voice making it clear that this was something that Kitty could not argue her way out of. Kitty nodded meekly as she gazed down at her feet.

"And we have taken into account what you would like in a husband. We turned down all the Dukes and Lords, although they offered great sums of money and ranks to our family. Instead, we've chosen a husband that you've known as a friend for sometime now, and who we know could protect you. He's earned our trust and we feel that you two could be very happy with one another," Lord Prydeman said happily, obviously pleased by the choice.

Remy felt his throat tighten in horror. He had a feeling of where this was going, of why the Prydeman's had suddenly decided to come visit. Kitty apparently had the same train of thought as she lifted her head to meet Remy's shocked gaze. He loved her, would do anything in his power to protect her but the bond that they had was strictly a brotherly and sisterly one, of companionship and care, not the soul stirring and all consuming love that would eventually lead to marriage. To be a husband to Kitty and to have Kitty as a wife made Remy feel ill. Marriage in general made him feel ill. The only way Remy ever would consider marriage is if he found someone who he absolutely couldn't live without. A person he wanted to make his wholly and completely.

"My daughter, you are to marry Remy Lebeau," Lord Prydeman announced merrily. Remy watch as Kitty's eyes flickered with pain before they slid shut against the tears that threatened to spill.

"If it is your will, my father, then I will marry Remy," Kitty said in strained and quiet tone.

Thank you for reading :)

So, do you think I should continue? I've always wanted to do a middle ages period story and decided to try this plot. Later chapters will be longer as the characters develop further and new ones are introduced. If I do keep going with this story, I'll try to update once a week or so. Once my other story, Soulseeker, is finished, then I'll be able to focus mainly on this.