A/N: Hello everyone! So I am starting a new story here and a quick background on it. I had started reading The Highland Guard series and fell in love it. So I decided to base this story around that series, but make it with POTO characters. It's set in Scotland and England, medieval times. I'm not really sure how they spoke back then, but I'll try my best to make them speak like that. Now, there will be some Gaelic spoken in this story and as I did in Angle of Darkness, I will have the words translated at the bottom of the chapter.

I really hope you guys enjoy this story and I know, it may start off a little slow, but trust me, interesting chapters are to come.

Chapter One: First Glance

The long carriage ride finally came to a halt, the sound of a man's voice woke her up for the dream. Fluttering her eyes open, she quickly sat up in the seat and moved to the window to look outside. Her brown orbits followed the stone wall until her eyes couldn't look anymore. To her, the walls looked like they stretched forever. As the carriage door opened, she could hear a familiar voice. The moment the door opened, she jumped out and ran over to the man whose arms were waiting for her.

"My princess!" A giggle left her mouth as his arms wrapped around her. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too!" The men and few women around stood there, smiling at the reunion. Letting her go, he walked her to the castle.

"Welcome to castle Kilchurn." He said as the doors opened. Her eyes looked all around as they made their way through the stone corridors. She noticed torn pieces of fabric on the walls, as if someone had torn something down off the stone walls. She followed her father until they reached a large room which was the great hall. Tables were covered with plates of food and she could hear her stomach growling. "I assumed you would be hungry." She nodded as she sat down, fitting the skirt of her dress. Tables soon filled with people as they started to eat. Looking around, she knew most of the men were soldiers that stayed to guard the castle. There were some that helped with the work around the castle, as well as some women. It was far from what she was used to at Court.

As the meal continued, she made conversation with her father and others at their table. Though a few times, she sat and listened to the men talk about the war. England and Scotland had been at war for a few years now. Scotland wanted independence from England and at first, it was very peaceful. However, things quickly changed and armies were drawn. As much as she wanted her father to stay with her in England, she knew he had to go. Sometimes, being the King of England had its downside. She hadn't seen her father in two years, two years too long.

"Have the Scots send word back?" A gentleman asked her father. "I'm sure they would want their fine soldier back." Her head slightly tilted as she continued to listen in.

"No word." Gustave answered, taking a sip of his wine.

"Is the prisoner guarded well?" Another man asked.

"Yes, there are five men watching him well. Though, he had not yet tried to escape." The other men seemed satisfied. She began to wonder who this soldier was that they were talking about. Whoever this soldier was, it satisfied her father that he was here. After all, Kilchurn Castle is now a prison for Scottish rebels.

"Let's hope this brings Bruce to a surrender." A man said. Bruce…she had heard of him. He was the Scottish king, well the rebel Scottish king. She had read that he had raised an army to fight against the English and had a special army, a group of highly trained soldiers. Though they were just rumors spread around London about these soldiers, she had always loved hearing the stories about them. "The head Phantom, what a prize!" That's what they were called, Bruce's Phantoms.

"Gentlemen, please. May I remind you that my daughter is at the table with us tonight." The men looked at the girl sitting next to her father.

"Oh please, don't stop on my account. I am quite fascinated by all the stories." She glanced at her father. "May I ask who this soldier is that you are talking about?" She asked him.

"I think the young lady should see herself." A man suggested. Gustave looked from her daughter to the man and back to her daughter.

"May I, father?" Her face lighted up, hoping her father would let her. He thought for a moment, wondering if it would be safe. He had guards watching him and they would be up on the balcony so she would be safe.

"Alright." She smiled as he rose from his chair. People stopped and rose from their seats as well. "My daughter wishes to pay a visit to the prisoners. Please, continue your supper." He announced as he took her hand and they walked out of the great hall. The men from their table followed, along with a number of guards and soldiers. Though she got used to the personal guards, she often found it quite annoying to always being followed and watched.

They soon reached the balcony that overlooked the courtyard where the prisoners were kept. Though they had cells for sleeping at night, they spent most of their days outside. Gustave led her to the railing to look out. Her eyes widen as she looked upon the prisoners. They weren't what she thought they were. She had seen prisoners back in London before; skin and bones. These prisoners were far from skin and bones, they still had muscle to them. Some were on the leaner side than others, but these prisoners looked like they were living fine in this prison. As she looked at the prisoners, Gustave searched the group for one in particular. When he found him, he tapped his daughter's arm. Looking up at him, he pointed towards the soldier. Her eyes followed the hidden pathway to the soldier who's back was turned to them. She could see much, just a strong back and the plaid kilt that he wore. From the distance, she could tell what color his hair was, all she could tell was that it was dark.

"That is him." Her eyes watched as he walked over to a large boulder that prisoners often used as something to sit on or sometimes lay. Her eyes widen in astonishment as he lifted the boulder and carried it a few steps before dropping it on the ground.

"Wow…" That was all she could say after watching that. She had never seen anyone do that before. Now she understood why her father wanted him as a prisoner. He could be a real threat as a soldier.

"Come, Christine." Her father wanted to her head back in. As much as she didn't want to, she obeyed. As she turned, she took one last glance at the prisoner. A slight gasp left her mouth as she noticed he was staring at her. Those pair of eyes watched her as she disappeared back into the castle.

So I can imagine you guys can guess who the prisoner is that they are talking about. And yes, CHristine is a princess while Gustave is king.

Remember, this is fiction (it aint true)

Reviews are welcome : )