Warfare of The Heart

Heath moved a bit faster, "Love you..."

Nolee turned to face him, "Yes?"

"Love you..." Justin replied, moaning slightly louder than before.

Sheamus quickly let her go, trying not to look nervous. "Nothing." He said stubbornly.

Heath groaned and closed his eyes in relief.

Nolee shook her head, "Whatever you say Master."

Justin gently pulled Heath closer, kissing him.

"I said not to call me that..." Sheamus said bitterly.

Heath smiled, "I love you."


Nolee shrugged, "Thats all you are is my master.'

"I love you too." Justin grinned, blushing slightly.

Sheamus sighed. "So? The others don't call me that."

Heath smiled, "We should get going."

"It's in my nature," she sneered back, trying not to sound hateful.

"But I don't want to..." Justin said quietly.

"What's with the sudden attitude change?" Sheamus asked, looking confused.

"I know you don't want to but Wade...and John..." Heath frowned.

Nolee took a deep breath and looked away, "I...I know who you are Stephen Farrelly. Remember Carter Lacroix?"

"Fine..." Justin sighed, mumbling something afterwards in a different language.

Sheamus stared at her for a few seconds before turning his back to Nolee. "No. I don't." He said quickly.

Heath frowned, "I'm sorry about this..."


Nolee took a deep breath and frowned, "Maybe you aren't the same man..."

"Not your fault they're pushy..." Justin sighed.

Sheamus didn't respond, staring off at nothing.

"Not Wade so much," Heath frowned.


Nolee sighed and went to the door.

"I know, thankfully." Justin said, smiling slightly.

Sheamus slowly turned back around. "So what if that is me?" He asked.

Heath smiled and began to dress.


Nolee looked over his shoulder, "You remember how you saved me..."

Justin watched Heath for a few seconds before getting up to dress as well.


"Maybe...?" Sheamus said quietly.

Heath frowned, "We've...we've got to go start travelling tomorrow don't we. War with the Welsh."


Nolee looked at him and smiled softly, "I...I never got to thank you properly..."

"Probably..." Justin sighed.

"You don't need to." Sheamus said.

"Means we'll be marching," frowned Heath.


Nolee frowned, "Why did you kill my people? Carter....he'll think I've passed on..."

"Which means we'll be stuck with our knights..." Justing said, frowning.

"So? Why should I care?" Sheamus asked.

Heath took his hand and began to walk with him to the castle, "Like I said...Wade's not so bad..."


Nolee frowned and hung her head, "You shouldn't."

"Yeah, but it'll mean we won't get to be near each other..." Justin sighed.

Sheamus went to say something, then changed his mind.

"We can eat together," shrugged Heath. "And talk when not marching."


Nolee frowned, "It's late...I should get going back to the slave quarters."

Justin smiled and nodded, gently squeezing Heath's hand.

"Fine. Go then." Sheamus said, not even sure why he sounded annoyed as he said it.

Heath sighed as they got back, frowning, "Stay safe tonight?"


Nolee turned to him, "Why should I want to stay here when you won't answer any of my questions? I'm a slave, Sheamus. I promised I'd work for you as one and now here I am, realizing who you are. The man who once saved me from slavery pushing me into it." she stormed from the room.