Near 483 AD. Sitting underneath a tree with a hallow trunk. Wet, misty, thick air surrounds me, and I can feel a slight breeze through my clothes. My town, about 300 meters away from here, was just burned down to the ground. All the buildings and memories are now ashes upon ashes. The Mad King was furious with us since we couldn't pay our taxes on time. What an idiot he is. Burning down towns because he can't receive his fucking pocket money. This left me sullen. Soldiers killed my family, my wife and my daughter. Bloody bastards. *wind blows harshly* Connie is 445 kilometres away. But with this arrow in my leg will slow me down. Within 45 minutes or so I will bleed out. So if I want to make it to Connie I will have to move fucking quickly. *tries and stand up* Urgh, it hurts like hell. If only I didn't forgot the bandages at home. **** sakes. *crawls for a few meters* This pain is killing me! *coughs* This is a lot of blood. *horse hooves clunking from a distance* Everything is becoming a blur. *passes out* 4 days later *opens eyes* Where am I? *sits up straight* I am unacquainted with this place. *looks around* How long have I been out? Few hours? Days? *tries and stand up* Ouch! **** me it hurts! *holds leg with right arm* I forgot that I got impaled with a bloody arrow. "Don't move too much or you will tear open the bruise, you idiot." A unfamiliar voice came from the other room. I am assuming that the voice comes from a male. Mid 30s with a bit of throat damage. Wonder who it could be. He can't be out to kill me surely. Because why safe my life when you can slaughter me when you have the chance or maybe he will use me for his personal gain. "Who are you!" I practically yelled. My vocals hurt a bit. Wonder why. *manly figure appears from the dim candle light* "Have yer mum never teached ye manners boy? Be grateful I covered up yer cut and fed ye fer 4 days. Ungrateful bastard" Scottish? Maybe he is Irish. "My apologies mister?" "Akir MacMillan" He is definitely Scottish. "Thank you Mister MacMillan for your hospitality. I am forever grateful."

So my *** got saved from a Scottish guy with a bad haircut.*scoffs* Oh well. He did save my life. I could as well be fucking dead. But where the **** am I? *sniffs the aroma of pig shit wrap around my face like a warm blanket * It's possible that I am on a pig farm. "Where exactly are we?" We can't be that far from my home town since it was surrounded with pig & cow farms. "Yer very far from home boy. As if now yer in Belum" Belum?! That's about 1 514,7 kilometres from here. "How is that possible?" My voice cracked and my body started to shake a bit. Am I scared? I've never felt this unknown fear running through my body. "I saw ye passed out like a drunk near a hallow tree and felt sympathy fer ye. I picked ye up, threw ye on the horse of mine and I rode from Inn to Inn till I got home. Ye we bleeding bad. Luckily one of the Inn keeper's helped me to bandage ye up. Beautiful girl she is. Yer should go thank that lady once yer all healed up." So a young lady helped to heal my leg wound? **** that reminds me. Soldiers of the Mad King killed my wife and daughter. "I will do so as it's your wish. Thank you for saving my life and not killing me on the spot." I am still baffled by the fact that he didn't kill me. Maybe he doesn't have it in him to kill a person? "Quick question Mister MacMillan. Why didn't you kill me? I mean, I am wounded. I won't have any contribution whatsoever in what you're doing here in Belum." The man walks up and down with a slight limp while processing my words. I don't know what answer I'm expecting but hopefully my speculations were correct, that this man doesn't have it in him to kill people. "Mm, well you see young lad." *he says stopping in his tracks, looking at me dead in the eye through his bushy eyebrows* "I saved your life so that you can work for me for a few years. As an ex-soldier of the Scottish king army. I thought of you as an asset."

An asset? Well rather an asset then a dead man. "Ye will heal up and once yer healed up ye will start working. Startin with the pigs and then ye will be craftin swords and axes for the King's soldiers in trainin." Yeah well doesn't that sound like a fucking marvellous idea, crafting swords for the man who burnt down my town. Please I'd rather be a fucking dead man than being an asset helping that fat bastard. "Ye look puzzled lad. The job pays good, I've been helping the King for many years, keeps the roof over me head and feeds me wife and bairn. It ain't all that bad and call me Akir. This 'mister' stuff doesn't work for me" He is an ex-soldier. Why doesn't he want to be called mister? It is a sign of respect. "What rank were you in the Scottish army, if I may ask?" *he looks at me sternly* "I was a LegatusLegionis back in my days. Since Scotland doesn't have any official military ranks. I came to Rome to join the army here" **** me. He had the highest senior rank? I could probably learn a few things from him. "And if ye are interested in some trainin. I will think about it and maybe train ye here and there but for now lad you need to get some rest so that wound heals up" I watch his shadow on the walls as he slowly disappears into the other room. Well I won't say no to a bit of extra experience. I am going to try to **** up the Mad King's army then I will kill the fat bastard myself.

The next few weeks Mister MacMillan's helpers fed me chicken soup and treated my wound daily. Eventually I got the strength to stand up and walk around the barn I was staying in. I eventually got to meet Mister MacMillan's wife, I can see why he calls her a 'bonnie las'. Today is Wednesday the 3rd of July. Mister MacMillan has given me a job to feed and take care of the pigs. I must say that by now the smell of pig shit doesn't effect me any more. It's dinner time and Mrs. MacMillan made a roast, the smell of the vegetables and chicken remind me of my wife's cooking. I stare down at the plate of food and I can't help but tear up at the thought of my daughter's laugh and my wife's cold hands on my face. "Lad?" Mister MacMillan pushes my shoulder and knocks me out of my thoughts. "What's on yer mind?" He looks at me with a kind of concerned face. "Oh nothing." I flash a fake smile, Mrs MacMillan sits down next to Akir with the baby, she unbuttons the buttons on her dress and starts feeding the baby. "My apologies lad, the poor bairn is hungry and I myself haven't eaten a single crumb" she starts to giggle and waits for my reply. I shake my head as if almost saying to go ahead. "Ye never seen such a bonnie las like mine have ye lad?" Mister MacMillan says with a grin and winks at his wife. "Oh Akir can't ye just be appropriate for one second?!" Mrs. MacMillan stands up from the table and leaves the dining room, her long red hair bouncing as she storms away. "What, a man can't compliment his own wife?" He shouts, but she is already too far away to hear him. He looks back at me, I shrug not knowing what to say. "So lad, I've been thinking ye have done enough work feedin pigs and cleanin up their shit. I think its time that I give ye a promotion. Tomorrow I'll take ye to the workshop. Then the real work begins."

Mister MacMillan was already banging on the door at 5 in the morning. "Lad wake yer *** up, ain't no time for sleepin any more." A few minutes later Mister MacMillan and I are on our way to a more busy part of the town. Within a few minutes we arrive at what I assume is the workshop. Fucking disgrace of a workshop if you ask me, the walls look like they are going to come tumbling down if the wind just slightly picks up. I walk inside, not knowing if I will make it out alive. Inside I see a man that looks even more dreadful than the building itself. "Finlay Fraser" he introduced himself. I assume he came here with Mister MacMillan, since he's also a Scot. He's a small scrawny man with a blackish brownish oil all over his face and hands. He's wearing an overall that looks 6 times too big for him and I think if I had to I could count all his teeth on my one hand. He sticks out his and shoves it into mine like a barbarian. "So yer the lad, old Akir keeps talking about" he keeps shaking my hand. "Yes, pleasure." I know I must sound fucking rude but I come from one of Britain's wealthiest families, the Winfield's, so I'm not used to the barbaric ways of the Scots. "So lad how'd ye end up in this godforsaken place?" he said in disbelief "Well it's a long story Mr. Fraser. When I was just a young boy of 18 I went to fight in the war for the British army. I only spent a year fighting in the war because of a spear I took to my head. After my recovery my mum fell ill and passed. My sister and I decided to come to Rome. After a few months of being in Italy I met the love of my life, Aelia, she was the most beautiful woman in town and somehow I ended up eloping with her behind a church in Italy. Since her parents didn't approve of our marriage we fled and settled down in the town Ariminum. She fell pregnant with our daughter Cecilia. The Mad King was never late with the taxes, my wife was home taking care of our daughter and I was working not too far from town. The one day I was walking back home I saw smoke in the sky, I ran home to find my house burning down in a raging fire with the rest of the town. No trace of my daughter or my wife. One of the King's soldiers saw me and shot an arrow into my leg. With the fire raging behind me, I had no other choice but to flee. I didn't get very far. I ended up under a tree a few miles away from town and then I woke up in Mister MacMillan's barn." I look up from telling my story only to realise that the crowd crew and its no longer just Mr. Fraser and Mister MacMillan in the room but many more men standing around, looking just like Mr. Fraser with oily faces and oversized overalls."Fucken hell, I think it's time we **** that bastard for good." Well it sounds like that they themselves don't like the Mad King yet they are obliged to work for him in order to bring food on the table for their families. "So that's how I ended up in this place. All thanks to Mister MacMillan for saving my life. Now I am repaying my debt to him by doing some work for him here and there"

A few more men has joined to listen in to my story. "Well fucken done Akir. Ye saved a young lad of good etiquette!" Mr Fraser looks at one of the man that shouted that. "Aye. He will do great things fer us but fer now. Back to fucken work! All of ye!" All of the men in oversized overalls scattered to their working stations. "Alright boy. I'm leavin ye with Finlay. Come back home once yer done." I nod. "Don't kill the lad Finlay. I want him back in one piece tonight." Mr Fraser just laughs and nods his head. "It's a blacksmith promise Akir. Say hello to the wife and child fer me." Mister MacMillan laughs and walks out of the workshop with his usual limp. "Aye lad. Follow me." I follow him to the back of the shop and there my eyes seen something I never thought was imaginable.

It revealed a face that I wasn't expecting to see in a place like this. A woman holding a bright red ruby. I come from a wealthy family but I have never seen a ruby. I have only heard about them from father and uncle Thomas. That was about 12 years ago when I was still a young boy. "Aye, I'm sure yer well acquainted with the bonnie Miss Cairstine." The lass from the Inn I believed that saved yer life. She speaks mainly Gaelic but she can speak English as well" I look her up and down. She has fair skin and dark green eyes. "My daughter. Come here lass" She stands up and puts the ruby down on the table. The light catches it just perfectly making the ruby shine even more, casting a red light onto the walls. "Nice to meet ye Mr. Winfield." She wipes down her face with a red cloth and sticks out a small feminine hand to greet me. "The pleasure is all mine, thank you for healing my leg." I said still wondering what a woman is doing in a place like this. "It's only a pleasure Mr Winfield, I don't think ye ken yer way around arrows, so it's best ye stay away. At least ye ken where ye find me." she let's out a giggle and puts her hand in her overalls pocket. "Well lad I think it's time we get ye some overalls so ye can get started." A few minutes later I squeezed my body, into what Finlay said, was the biggest overall they had. Whoever made these overalls didn't think of muscular men while designing it. Mr Finlay gave me my task for the day, I went to my workstation and sat down on the small black chair. It feels like the overalls are going to burst, I can barely fucking move. I can see Cairstine in the corner of my eye still examining the ruby in her hands. "You ken it's rude to stare Mr. Winfield." She said with a slight smile. I turn my chair so that I'm facing her. "I'm not staring I'm just...looking. There's a difference." I said trying to cover up the fact that I was indeed staring. "Looking at what? Mr Winfield." she lifts up her helmet to look me in the eyes. "I ken bloody well ye ain't starin at me, and if ye are, just ask me on a date and get it over with" she turns around and lowers her helmet. I've never met a woman quite like her, so forward. I sit for a few minutes staring in awe at her. "Mr. Winfield, since ye have no words in that big brain of yers, I'll do it for ye. I'll meet ye back here at 1900. Don't be late now." She stands up and walks toward me and hands me the ruby. As she walks away I can still smell her perfume hanging in the air, and like a complete fucking imbecile I still haven't said anything. So she wants to meet tonight? There is nothing wrong on meeting the person that helped healing my wound, right? If Aelia sees this she'd be furious. I should keep focus on what I have to do.

At 1855 I was already at the workshop. I had to ask Mister MacMillan if I could borrow some of his more formal clothing, since all mine were burnt to ashes. While I waited I starred into the dark road. I saw a figure approaching, could it be Cairstine . As soon as the moonlight hit the figure, I recognised the dark green eyes I saw earlier. It was indeed Cairstine. She's wearing a red corset dress. Her hair is loose, I didn't even notice that she had light blond hair. It has a white-ish kind of shimmer as the light falls upon it. Her hair is slightly curled and even though she's still across the street I can already smell her perfume. Eventually she's close enough for me to see her clearly. The dress compliments her body in all the right ways. The overalls didn't reveal that she was bosomy, but this dress reveals it all. "I see yerstarin again Mr. Winfield" She said as she came to a halt right in front of me. Her perfume is even stronger now. "Well, if you don't want me to stare you shouldn't have worn something so um- revealing." I feel my hands starting to sweat and my heart starting to race a bit. "Maybe that was plan Mr. Winfield" She winks and gives me a smile and I feel this weird sensation running through my body. "So where do you wish to go ?" My heartbeat is still running a fucking race. "Lets go to the pub fer a few drinks." A lady that drinks pine? Aelia never drank pine. So this is a first for me. Lord I hope my alcohol tolerance is okay. *Cairstine holds out her hand towards me* "Come on Mr. Winfield. Lets go." My hand touches hers. Soft, delicate skin she has.

We walk to the pub. "Crowded tonight." she says. Whispering in my ear. I see a big-ish, fat man. Brown skin with a full, red beard. "Aye welcome Cairstine and young lad! What can I get fer both of ye?" His voice is rough and scrubby. "Ye can get both us some pine." Her voice is as soft and sweet as pure honey from a honeycomb. *pours the pine and hands it to us* "Cheers!" She says. Smiling. "Cheers!" I say back and the pine glasses clink with each other. It's as if she never went on a date with a man in her life before. The night couldn't have gone any better. I must say for a lady she's quite glutton. She smells of pine and somehow it made her accent even stronger. As the gentleman I am I walked her back to the Inn. "Tapadh leat" she says as we arrive at the front door of the Inn. "Excuse me?" I asked very befuddled. "My apologies Mr Winfield, it's Gaelic for Thank ye." She bends down and fumbles underneath the front door carpet for the key. She comes back up with the key and tries to stick it into the key hole but fails miserably. I took the key from her hand and unlocked the door. To make sure that she got to her room safely I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. As we entered her bedroom the smell of her perfume embraced me. She walked over to her bed removed, her shoes and flopped down on the bed.

"Well goodnight Miss Fraser." I turn around and exit the room, but just as I'm about to close the door I hear her soft voice saying, "Don't go." At first I wasn't sure if I should stay or go but then I heard her voice once again this time more clear and even more Scottish. "Mr. Winfield, ye ken it's rude to ignore a lass when she speaks to ye." I entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. She sat up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand slowly intertwined with mine. I feel our bodies fighting the urge, but its so hard to control. Our faces slowly but surely turn to each other and in the blink of an eye I feel her soft lips on mine. She puts her hand behind my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I feel her lips separating a bit. I slip my tongue in her mouth. Her breathing is getting louder. Within a few seconds I find myself laying on top of her kissing her passionately. I feel her hands all over my body. I don't even know what I'm doing, maybe I missed feeling like this, missed the feeling of a woman's lips on mine? Either way I'm not going to stop, it feels so good yet so wrong. She slowly pushes one of my hands down to where the front of her corset is tied. Not breaking the kiss, I start undoing her corset. Underneath the corset and her blouse were perfectly shaped breasts. They're soft and warm. She got goose bumps from my hands on her, almost as if she's never felt a man touch her body. I feel her nipples getting harder as our kisses get more passionate while I squeeze her ******. She pulls away and I automatically sit up, she does the same.

The moonlight makes her body look even more gorgeous. She stands up and removes her clothing revealing her entire body to me. She has large legs that compliments her perfectly round bottom. Her hair falls right beneath them. She turns around and faces me once again. "Now Mr. Winfield I give ye permission to stare." She just stood in front of me. I've never seen a lady like her before. Aelia wasn't built like her at all and after she had our daughter she never really wanted me to see her body. I stood up and walked towards her. I took her in my arms and kissed her gently. I felt her hands going down to my waist. She pulled down my trousers revealing the bottom half of my body. For a few seconds she just looked at me. I took off my shirt and said, "Miss Fraser, I too give you permission to stare." She smiled and said, "Well Mr. Winfield if I kenned what was hiding under yer trousers I would've brought ye to bed earlier." She giggles and pushes me down onto the bed. She sat on top of me. I could feel her. Everything of her. She was small, smaller than Aelia. Her body almost couldn't handle mine but I made sure that she didn't get hurt. I could tell that she's never been in bed with a man before. I held her body close to mine while thrusting slowly in her small body. I turned around so that she's laying with her back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, I could feel her nails in my back. Her sweet voice begging for more. I saw the pleasure I gave her and she gave me the same amount, but afterwards I felt guilty as if I cheated on my wife with Miss Fraser. I looked over my shoulder. She was asleep. She was still ***** but she was slightly covered by the duvet. I could still clearly see her round behind. I covered her up and just as the sun started to rise and the soft rays fell onto her fair skin I left the Inn and headed home before Mister MacMillan knew I didn't come home the night before.