Hey everyone! I was asked to write a sequel for "Unsung Hero", and seeing as it's pouring with rain outside, (typical Irish weather!) I thought I'd start now! Please review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is appreciated, please don't flame though! Thanks xxx
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"Dom I need a favour", the dark haired sergeant looked up from his place on the barracks floor, and raised a single eyebrow. Raoul chuckled at the gesture that was so familiar, Dom's cousin, Nealen of Queenscove was fond of that trick too, and had been seen using it in many of his "physiological disagreements" with the training master.
"Yes sir?" As Dom craned his neck upwards, he caught the look in his Commander's eyes and mentally cringed, what ever this favour was he was willing to bet that it was going to end him in a rat's nest of problems.
His ever helpful corporals, who had previously been engaged in a game of poker with him, must also have seen it because they began to grin wildly and motion for the other members of his squad to come over.
Raoul glanced around the barracks and saw that the majority of third company had been attracted by the brief conversation and the two corporals and had started to make there way over towards him.
He took a seat on one of the vacant beds, and after giving the men a chance to quieten down, cleared his throat, and glanced around, "well Dom as you are well aware I have a goddaughter, called Evelyn who has just returned from the convent…"
He was cut off at this point by all the wolf whistles coming from the men, and joined in the laughter that followed as Dom visibly cringed.
The story was legendry among Third Company of the Own and they loved to remind the sergeant about it…
When Evelyn had first arrived fresh from her stay at the convent or prison as it was in her point of view, with a tall willowy figure, blonde hair, and green eyes, Dom's cousin Neal had dared him to try and kiss her and Dom game as always had ended up with a black eye for his troubles. It was the first time any of the men had seen Dom get rejected by a Lady, with his sapphire blue eyes, dark hair and boyish charm he normally had no trouble in winning hearts.
It had only been later that Raoul had admitted that she was his goddaughter and quite capable of fighting if she had to.
Dom glared at the men who in his opinion were meant to respect him, not take great pleasure in his mistakes. He sighed once, going to his desk and getting out a pen and paper, he could feel eyes follow him across the room and made a flourish of his stationery before beginning to write, a look of intense concentration on his face.
Wolset, after prompting from the others in his squad (not that he needed it), poked Dom hard in the ribs, "just what exactly are you doing?" Dom shot a look at Raoul and asked "is Evelyn going to like this 'favour'?" Raoul, shuffled before answering carefully, "amm well, she might not be that keen on it, but I assure you that it will provide the rest of us with a good nights craic!" The last bit was accompanied by a boyish grin that seemed to light up his face.
Dom however did not seem to find the matter quite so amusing, he groaned and proceeded with his scribing, unfortunately Raoul was not going to let him get away with this, "what are you writing?"
Dom looked up, the twinkle back in his eyes, "my will sir, if dear Evelyn is not going to like this 'plan' I think it's best I prepare for the worst, don't you…"
Raoul paused and then smiled, "does this mean that you'll do it?!" The sergeant laughed, "of course I'm doing it, I'm just going to make sure I don't get caught, that way we'll be even! So just what exactly do you want me to do…?"