Warfare of The Heart

"I know." Sheamus said, smiling at her.

Nolee smiled, "So...weddings...how are they done in your country?"

"Uh...probably different to how you do them..." Sheamus said.

Nolee smiled, "Ours last for three days. There is a lot of drinking and fun."

"Oh? Really...?" Sheamus asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Nolee smiled, "Yes, it is quite enjoyable. At one point the man friend who is there on behalf of the groom ((Best man)) kidnaps the bride and takes her to a local pub. When the groom finds her, he is responsible for paying their tab."


((and yes, real german wedding tradition.))

"Drunken hide and seek huh?" Sheamus chuckled. "Sounds fun."

"Oh no," giggled Nolee, "the husband is not allowed to drink until they get to the pub."

"Obviously." Sheamus said. "Still sounds fun though."

Nolee smiled and laughed, "I don't know. I've not had friends who were wed..." realization sank in on her, "none of my friends will ever wed..."

"Wha- ...oh..." Sheamus said, realising. "Sorry..."

Nolee frowned, "Mike and Maryse...they will never...AJ and Daniel..."

Sheamus sighed, cursing in Irish, looking annoyed with himself.

Nolee had grown quiet, the death of her people finally hitting her.

Sheamus sighed, hanging his head, feeling guilty.

Nolee slowly put a hand on his shoulder, "I...I forgive you..."

"Really...?" Sheamus asked, still frowning. "I don't really deserve it..."

"I killed members of your kingdom as well," Nolee replied, "all we can do is hope that no more bloodshed has to come..."

Sheamus nodded, moving to hug Nolee again.

Nolee hugged him close, resting her head against his chest.

Sheamus smiled slightly, stroking her hair.

Nolee smiled, "We should head back to the troops...or to your tent..." she smiled suggestivly.

"Either way it's a while away..." Sheamus said.

"And it is getting late...perhaps King Mason would give us a place to stay for the night," Nolee smiled.

"He should do." Sheamus said. "It would be rude of him not to."