Warfare of The Heart

Sheamus rolled his eyes, turning away from them. "Eat." Was all he said before walking off.


Justin shook his head. "No it doesn't."

Nolee shook her head, looking at Lucas. "I will not eat. Death is surely better than this."
"Nolee you will get no where by starving yourself," sighed Lucas. "We need our strength..."


"Wade owns you, I own him."

"Fine, starve, I don't care." Sheamus shrugged, looking back at them. "You suggested this, so yeh have only yerself to blame."


"He doesn't own me! And you don't own Heath, it's not like you bought us!" Justin shouted at him, too upset to really think about what he was doing.

Nolee frowned, "It was either that or be violated by your guards in the dungeon. I'd rather be the slave of the king than a guards plaything."

Cena laughed, "Your pages. You swore an oath to your knights."
Heath wrapped an arm around Justin, "Calm down..."

"Well then stop complaining. I could have just said no..." Sheamus pointed out.


"Still doesn't mean you own us." Justin said, calming down slightly at Heath's touch.

Nolee looked at her feet, "I'm not hungry..."
Lucas sighed and got himself a small turkey leg, ripping into it.


"You? No. Him? Yes." Cena nodded, "Come along Heath."
Heath frowned at Justin.

Sheamus left and went for a walk through the halls of the place.


"No! You don't. He trains under you yes, but that's still not owning him!" Justin shouted angrily.

Nolee got up and followed after him, "Why are you so upset? You and your men won today."


Cena backhanded Heath.

"I'm not. I'm tired." Sheamus said, not looking at her.


Justin cried out and swore, glaring at Cena.

Nolee nodded, "You...your kind for helping me and Lucas..."


Heath looked at Cena, tackling him and pulling his knife.

Sheamus laughed. "Right. Me, kind?"


"Heath!" Justin said, looking shocked. "What are you doing?"

"A lesser man would have killed us in the field. You spared us," Nolee shrugged.


Heath growled, "He hurt you!"
Cena pulled Heath off of himself, "You will be persecuted for this by god."

Sheamus shrugged. "Doesn't make me any better, I slaid most of your warriors..."


"I know...Heath I'm fine, come here." Justin said, ignoring Cena.

"That...that you did. But I sense a potential for good in you," Nolee confessed.


Heath growled and walked over to Justin, "Sorry."
"I'll make sure you hang Heath!" Cena shouted.

"Sure yeh do..." Sheamus said, laughing again.


Justin looked worried at Cena's words and frowned.

"I do," Nolee said again.


Heath looked at Justin, "We...we have to get out of here..."

"Well you'd be the first." Sheamus said, walking away.


Justin nodded. "I know, lets go..." He said, gently pulling on Heath's arm.

"Let me help you learn to show the side I can sense," Nolee softly said.

Heath walked with him.

Sheamus sighed and turned to face her again. "No." He said, frowning. "I don't need your help."


"He isn't really going to try and do what he said...is he?" Justin asked, worrying.

"You do need help," Nolee nodded.


Heath gulped, "I don't know..."

"What makes yeh say that?" Sheamus asked, folding his arms.


"He better not." Justin said, stopping to hug Heath.

"Where I come from, every man needs a woman to keep him grounded." Nolee shrugged.

Heath hugged Justin, "Am...are we really slaves?"

"Well here, we don't." Sheamus said, leaning against the wall. "And why do they need ter be kept grounded exactly?"


"No...don't listen to him." Justin said.

"So they don't destroy or ravish," Nolee shrugged plainly.


"But...but I've been a page all my life. I've been made to work for the Cena family...." Heath frowned.

"What's the fun in that?" Sheamus asked rolling his eyes at her.


"I've been a page my whole life too, I've worked for Barrett's. We aren't slaves though, they don't get trained to be knights, nor do they get a chance to be something better..." Justin pointed out.