The next day Abigail set out to find Luke. She put on simple clothes of a middle class servant. She thought maybe he'd be in the tavern, but he wasn't there. Abigail looked everywher fore Luke but came up smpty handed. In a last attempt to find him, she went to where the remains of his cottage where. There, cleaning and moving the depree, was Luke. His shirt was off and he was dirty and sweaty from working in the sun. He noticed her, paused, and stared at her. "Here to blame me of murdering someone else?" He continuted working. "Yes well about that, I'm really sorry, it's just I never thought I'd see you again and so much has changed..." "Yes like my cottage." "Oh, um, that was my fault." "Did you burn it down because you hated me?" "No, and actually I didn't burn it." "Then who did?" "My husband." Luke stopped working. He just stood there, his back towards Abigail. "Your what?" "My husband Philip..." Luke started to walk towards the woods as Abigail hurried behind him. "You see, what you left my parents wanted me to get married to Philip. I didn't want anything to do with him since I was inlove with you. I needed a husband to become Queen and you were banished! So on my wedding day I was in the cottage. I was begging for forgivness, I was praying that you would come back before I had to marry Philip. Then he found me and dragged me to the church. I'm a married women and theres nothing I can do about it. Luke I'm-" Luke turns around quickly. "Your what?! Your sorry?! I came back for you Abigail! Not for my cottage, not for my sheep but for you! But now I know that a women I love is a whore and she is married to another man! So thank you very much for killing mt dreams and my heart!" Luke turns back around and keeps walking. Abigail stands there shocked and upset. She starts to head back to the palace more confused then ever. The following day Abigail went back to Luke's cottage. He was working again, tryin despretely to finish his cottage as fast as pssible. He was picking up a peice of wood and Abigail ran to the other side and helped carry it. "Let go!" Luke said "I said let it go!" She let it srop and Luke dropped it as well and put his hands on his knees. "I want to help you, seeing as it was my fault." "Shouldn't you be in your precious palace with your perfect husband making royal babies?" Luke spit and whipped the sweat from his forehead. "II just want to help, keep Philip out of this!" Luke laughs and stands straight up. "figures his name is Philip, a pretty boy I gather? He probly maked you rub his feet doesn't he?" Abigail looks down and started to tear up. "No, no he doesn't." "Oh my god he does!" Luke laughs. "I just came to help, not talk about Philip." Luke realizes that Abigail was beginning to cry and he walks towards her. She moved when he got closed and went over to the wood. "All right then, let's start working." Luke stood their for awhile then went over to the other side of the wood. For weeks Abigail went there to help Luke. With every night she want Philip would bear her. Abigail hide the bruises and told no one. She knew that if she told Philip where she went that he'd kill both of them. Abigail felt her love for Philip grow less and less with each beating, and her love for Luke grew stronger. She loved Luke with all of her heart and knew him very well but felt more and more amazed by him each day. Finally after weeks of building and sweating under the hot sun, they had finished. The cottage was twice the size of the old one and much better looking. Luke added a fireplace on the far wall away from everything else. Abigail helped carve beautiful patterns of flowers in the woodwork of the bed Luke made, a table and three chairs. It was the coziest cottage you could find. When Abigail got there she was skocked at how nice it looked. She was more surprised over the sheep in the feild. Luke walked out of the cottage with a big smile on his face. "I see you got more sheep." Abigail said. "Yeah, they won't ever replace my other herd though." "Oh of course not!." Abigail giggled. They both shot each other a smile and a michevious look. "I have something for you." He reached for her hand. "Come into the cottage." Luke lead her inside. "Turn around and wait here." Abigail heard him moving away then back again. "Close your eyes." She closed them and waited. He places a necklace on her and clasped it. Abigail touched the necklace and looked down, she turned around a faced him. "Thank you, it's beautiful." "Your beautiful." They kissed. What was only a few seconds took them both back to the year before they were seperated. They stopped and held each other tight. Abigail held back the tears and sighed. "I have to go." She said still holding onto him. "Please, stay." "I can't." She pulled away slowly and looked into his eyes. She turned and walked out of the cottage. She knew that if she stayed she wouldn't leave. She ran off to the palace and left Luke behind. She went into her chamber and leaned against the door. She sighed and stood near the fireplace. As she looked down she noticed a woman's brouche. She picked it up and looked at it. It wasn't hers.