Chapter twenty twoHe had to agree with Timothy that the enemies were a bit pathetic. All he ever did was wait for them to deliver themselves and give a bullet or two in return.The war went on for another while with no man down on their side of the team. Each of the eight was skilled in their own form of fighting anyways. Well just until...Monica felt the tip of a blade slice a deep groove into her back. Here she was thinking Jason was the most painful thing on Earth. She released a groan, obviously not accustomed to being hurt like that. It was like soaking your face into a hot tub of boiling oil, whichever was worse. A spiking sensation soared around the fresh wound, creating a new emotion in her head. Anger of course.Luckily her attacker never struck again until she managed to turn to face him slowly. For some reason, he looked...scared.She reached down to her hip with the little strength she had left and pulled out a pistol. The first bullet had already gone through his chest

Chapter twenty fourA warning like that was tempting enough to explore. And he was falling for it. But then, his conscience brought the thought of his position in the Monarchy and Elizabeth back into his mind. Sometimes he wondered why he always listened to it.He grinned and heeded to the warning. Of course he knew better than to dare someone who made the word DARING herself.He went straight to washing the blood of the cut with some fresh water and a towel. Well this one did not seem to excite the Scottish in any way. The pinching pain made her groan for real this time, but she stayed still.However, she had gotten a laugh out of the Duke as she heard him say, "You pervertive little maiden. How did that feel?"She laughed away her worries and sighed genuinely, relishing the warmth she felt because of his presence. This time, it was something innocent, and sad. Because somewhere deep down, she knew they'd flirt all they want but he would still go find some BEFITTING.And that was som

Chapter twenty sixEarl, as pesky as always, decided to break the lustful aura of his favorite friend. While stalking behind Philip, he patted his shoulder playfully and rasped his words, "She's all yours Your Grace. You see such a fiery woman and you play the committed man."While Philip chose to ignore and roll his eyes away, his libido successfully broken, Jason and Nax chuckled in agreement.Now back to the matter at hand, the whole Anfield clan watched their bait walk up to their target and waited expectantly and deep in concentration. Even Peter had reduced his women to a single lass who fed grapes to him. It was such a fun show.Monica reached the Baron's table and sat herself upon it, using her hand to support her weight and arching her hip upwards. That pose was the most tempting for the middle aged Roothewell Henchele. While he smiled up at the woman on his table, he offered her a glass of whatever he was drinking.Monica shook her head in denial, tipping it instead towards

Chapter twenty eightNax heard some noise from outside the door that Monica had managed to manoeuver back to its hinges.While the entire room had a fuming vibe that seemed a bit noisy, he raised a finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh…"Monica stopped sobbing and looked up from Timothy's shoulder. The Prince however smiled down at her with his hand still on her hair, the other drying her face carefully, "Seems we have company. Why don't we channel your emotion Monica into something more useful and exciting?"The Scottish glared at him in confusion showing she had not understood what he meant. Philip however, did her the favour to explain further, "What he means to say is… go get us some carcasses."His words came with a small smile to her, giving the effect he knew he always caused with that action of his.She grinned and sniffed, raising her hands to completely dry her eyes. Soon after, she was back in track and away from that vulnerability she always hated.What surprised everyon

Chapter thirtyThe silence was indeed necessary to the lads. Slowly, their gazes travelled along the corpses before them. It was almost difficult to get their feet through the river of bodies."That little whore," Earl gasped under his breath while his hands gripped Jason to his side to support his steps.Lancaster soldiers lay dead with their bodies battered. The number was well over significant, and looking at them would prove the Scottish was in a disgusting mood.Unavoidably, The Duke looked out through a window deep in an aclove at the left of the hallway. It seemed the party was over. Well that wasn't the part that disturbed him.A little more than twenty soldiers were making their way across one of the battlements leading to the tower they were in. And they surely had a different imprint on their armours from that of the Lancaster corpses that lay before them. A little more scrutiny made him realise they were guard of this very empire.A gasp escaped his lips at that moment wi