Imagines

Outlander Jamie x OC x Lord John 3

Isabelle sailed comfortably thanks to Lord John and the latter made a point to make sure the Young Frenchwoman and the child she carried had a safe  and comfortable journey. The two stood on deck watching the horizon. John was wanting to question the young lady but refrained himself.

"I know that look." Isabelle smiled slightly. "Your curious." she stated

"Well..." Isabelle laughed slightly.

"Are men always this curious? A girl travelling alone, what must be going on?"

"If you wish not to talk about it."

"I wasn't always like this, so very unorganised. I had a family, a mother, sister , step father and a betrothed."

"You were to be married." Isabelle smiled softly

"Francis, he was a gentle soul and I loved him dearly, our mothers knew each other, we grew up together. It felt like us against the world." she told him

"But he became unwell, never recovered."

"I am very sorry." Isabelle shook her head

"It's fine. In a way it is fine but you could say it was a chain reaction for everything else. Francis grounded me, he had a calming effect to my loud and a forward personality. With him gone everything changed, I changed, much to my family's dismay."

"How?"

"Defiant, difficult, take your pick. My Mother who was a tolerant woman understood but she didn't know what to do, so I left. I've been running ever since."

"Running where?"

"Your guess is as good as  mine." She shrugged and started to walk around.

"So how did you end up travelling to Jamaica." Isabelle stared down at her stomach and rubbed it.

"I arrived in Scotland at the beginning of the year, France, Italy, Spain and then Scotland. I met a man, we had a lot in common, he had lost someone he loved  as well, we bonded over a number of things, and we became intimate after a while. When he found out I was pregnant, he sent me to live with his sister, which I did and he promised that he would write and look after the two of us." she chuckled darkly

"A few weeks ago, he showed up with no foreword to me....with his wife."

"I thought you said he lost his wife."

"Oh I did. He thought she was dead, nope she is alive and well come back to see him. To pick up where they left off. Now don't get me wrong jealousy of him is not what I am angry about. He promised so many things, just like my real father did to my mother, but never held up to."

"So you are associating him to your real father?"

"In most aspects I would never believe he's not but I watched for years as my mother had hope then became wise, I'm become wise before everything." she stopped talking

'That sentence sounded a lot better in my head." they smiled atone another. During the rest of the trip the two shared stories abut each other and hey became friends. Isabelle was in her last month before she knew she would give birth, luckily for her they had arrived in Jamaica. Lord John escorted Isabelle to her sisters estate.

"I am afraid that this is as far as I can take you Lady Isabelle."

"You have been most kind Lord John, thank you." John handed her a slip of paper. "Should you need anything  this is where I will be staying." she looked at the address and frowned

"But this is the governors..." she looked up "You're the governor of Jamaica?"

"That I am." the door opened and she exited the carriage and looked back