AN: Welcome to my new story. This is my very first Gilmore Girl's fan fiction. I've always had apprehensions about writing Gilmore girl characters mostly because I don't consider myself very good at writing humour. I'm more of drama romance kind of person, and I'm not sure if I'll do the amazing characters justice. This story is slightly less humour then what I've typically read in Gilmore Girls fanfiction, and I'm not sure if people will like it. Hell, I'm not even sure if I like it. However I am trying to maintain their characters and add some humour. This is a quick introduction to the story. If I get a good response there will be more. This story is inspired by a play I saw many years ago. If you like please review and let me know. I need as much feedback on this story as possible.

SYNOPSIS: This is a story about a forbidden love. Logan is the captain and future leader of his country. During a war he takes hundreds of people prisoner, one of which is Rory, and returns to his country. The path of Logan's life has been set in stone for years with terms he had long accepted. But what happens when he meets Rory who takes and immediate disdain for the Captain. Yet Logan still finds he might want to break that stone. The terms of his arrangement begin to fill him with dread, and he longs for the love of a slave; for a love that can never be permitted to have an happily ever after. Will these two manage to over come foolish pride, and be together in the face of a world against them?

Title: Forbidden Love

Chapter 1

The ship pulled into the royal port. Men aboard scurried about prepping the arrival. On deck nearly one hundred people dressed in rags were roped together by the wrists and ankles. The look of defeat shadowed their solemn faces as if they had nothing to live for anymore. They're home country across the sea was ravished in war. Their villages burned to the ground, women beaten, men killed, and everyone exploited for all intents and purposes. They were being brought back to the enemy country. The journey had taken its toll on the newfound slaves. Their bodies looked brittle as if the most minimal force would cause them to break.

"Prepare to dock," one man yelled, and the order echoed across the boat.

Towards the front two men stood together in deep discussion, "I would say this trip was a great success, Huntzberger," said the darker one.

"I would have to agree with you," the blonde replied to his second in command, "I just wish we could have caught the King, Finn. Then once and for all those barbaric people would fall to our might!"

"Mitchum will be proud none the less."

"I don't care what he thinks," Logan said flippantly, "I want success for my own pride's sake."

"Well Captain, maybe it's for the best then. We both know you don't need more pride," Finn said with laugh. The boat jerked forward as it came to a stop nearly catching the men off guard. Finn inhaled deeply and smiled, "home, sweet home. I think I'll be off to find myself a drink."

"Of course you will." Logan watched as his friend walked away. His other men were hustling to remove the slaves from his ship as he lost himself in his thoughts. His father would be happy about the slaves. He always complained that he needed more workers. He was one of the most prominent men around after all. Mitchum Huntzberger practically ran their entire province and had close ties to the royal family. As his son, and captain of the army, Logan was betrothed to marry the king's only daughter, Louise Grant. It was no secret that the king was sick and soon would be passing on the crown. Logan's life would end there. His days on the sea over, and he would become the leader of country he had no desire to lead. He wasn't in control of his destiny any longer.

He focused back on the happenings of the ship. Everything was moving smoothly. The slaves had almost all been removed from the boat and sent towards the camps where they would enter a life of servitude. Suddenly he saw one such slave turn and strike one of his men. Shocked Logan moved swiftly to diffuse the situation. Another man launched at what he realized was young woman. She managed to move out of the way and strike her attacker hard enough to send him barreling to the ground. She then took advantage of the ropes that were supposed to restrain her and put it around another man's neck pulling him close to shield her own body. She could barely see over her own prisoner's shoulder. All that was exposed of her was her tousled brown locks and eyes the colour of the sky on the brightest of days. Eyes that should have been beautiful but were at the moment filled with fear and anxiety. They darted back and forth as men started to close in around her.

"Stop!" came Logan's voice as he emerged from the crowd around her. He smirked looking at the small girl. "What have we here?" he said as he moved closer, "a woman who knows how to fight?" amusement thick in his voice. Few of the men let out a chuckle. "I suggest you let him go," Logan said slowly as if addressing a child.

"No," responded the girl in a soft yet commanding tone. "He's mine."

Slightly confused, Logan raised and eyebrow, "no, he is my soldier."

The girl nodded her head towards the slaves, who had stopped moving, "do you consider them your property?"

An exasperated Logan replied, "we won a battle and took them prisoner. Of course their mine!"

"Then by your reasoning he is mine."

Logan found himself dumbfounded by the girl's reasoning. "Technically I suppose that would be true. But you have forgotten something."

"And what's that?"

"Strength in numbers, Ace"

As she noticed the amount of men holding swords she reluctantly let the man go. He gasped and a red mark was visible where the rope had been pressed tightly against his skin.

Logan stared at the girl for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been any longer than seconds. "Get them off my boat," he barked to his men without breaking eye contact with the girl. "But leave her."

Once the ships had been emptied, the two were left facing each other. Neither moved, nor spoke. They simply starred in a teat of wills. She stood defiantly meeting his aggressive stare. Not once did she falter or divert her eyes. Logan could hardly believe what was taking place. She was a slave and in no place to defy him, the captain of the army and future ruler. "What's your name?"

"Rory."

Finally Logan broke the stillness removing his shirt. He smirked when he saw her eyes widen and her cheeks go red. He took a step towards her and said, "you will pay for your behaviour." He proceeded to remove his shoes.

"I will not be your whore!" she exclaimed.

"Who said anything about a whore?" he smiled grabbing a bucket of water and a stool. "Wash my feet," he ordered.

"Excuse me?

"I said wash my feet," when she didn't move Logan started to become infuriated. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am the heir to the throne, I am the captain of the largest sea army in the land. You will obey. You will do as I say. I am your master and commander!"

Rory starred at him for a moment and then sat at his feet. She picked up the sponge and began roughly dragging it down the bottom of his feet. Logan bit his lip trying to hold be the slight pain she was somehow managing to inflict on him. He inhaled sharply, "those are some strong hands you got there," he said with a grimace.

Rory looked up at his face and nearly doubled over in laughter, but instead settled for a triumphant smirk.

"You should really work on your feminine touch."

Rory stood abruptly appalled at the comment, "how dare you accuse me of being anything less than woman! Maybe you should wash your own damn feet," she said throwing the sponge at him.

He caught the object and stood in front of her, "you're not done."

"I think I am."

"Who the hell do you think you are slave? You are nothing more than a…"

"Do not for one moment pretend to know anything about me…Captain," she spat out, the last word said in utter disdain. "You have taken everything from me, from us. You know nothing about the country I come from, nor anything about me."

"You're country is nothing more than a grassy plain overrun with savages."

Rory's mouth dropped, "how dare you speak that way. Just because we do not exploit our people and force them into slavery, does not make us any less human or civilized than you. If anything, it makes us more civilized. Our society does not force people into eternal poverty, we work together and build a united community."

"That sounds like nothing more than organized chaos," Logan said completely dismissing the girl's opinion. "Regardless, it's irrelevant now, slave. I will take you to your camp, and I do hope your enjoy your stay with us. If you're lucky you might even make it past a year." He grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him without a fight. He tied her hands together once again, and dragged her off the boat.

So that's it. The first chapter to this story. Please Review and tell me what you think. I'm really not sure if people are going take to this idea or not. Hopefully you do and I'll really appreciate all the comments you have. Also if you have any better ideas for the title of the story, because I don't really like the title "Forbidden Love" I just can't think of anything else.