"Me for her! A British officer!"

Duncan's rapid French puzzled all those around him. The Sachem's nod signified the agreement of the Major's painful death. The crowd rushed around him as they returned Cora and took Duncan. Hawkeye grew confused as he disagreed with the Sachem's final order.

"Take me! I said take me!"

The Major turned and gave Nathaniel a soft smile and nodded, "My compliments, sir! Take her and get out!"

Nathaniel dragged Cora away as he walked backwards. He tried to shield her from what was to be done to the officer, but it was no use. She fought on to see his fate.

"Duncan! What are they doing to Duncan?"

Duncan saw himself being raised over a hot fire. The tribe gathered around him and danced at his painful end. His mind raced as he just wanted the whole scene to be over…

…At that moment, Duncan Heyward shot out of bed, panting. Was it all a vivid dream? The hints of the early morning sun shone through his hotel window. Dawn approached New York once again. The Major sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed before burying his face in his hands. This was a series of scenes to foreshadow the very near future. The Major convinced himself to fully emerge from his comfortable bed to start a new day. He slipped off his shirt and tugged his breeches down before grabbing a nearby towel.

As he tiredly made his way into the bathing room, his fiancée, Sarah, had walked into the room not intending to see her lover half naked. Duncan froze as Sarah gasped before shielding her eyes.

"Oh my! Duncan! I'm so sorry!" her soft, Irish accent cracked as she attempted to turn around.

Meanwhile Duncan stumbled like a small school boy and had hidden himself behind the dresser.

"Sarah…I'm so sorry…I should have had one of the maids call to you…I…can you pass me my breeches, please?"

Sarah blushed as she placed her hand back by her side. With much bravery, she turned around and walked towards the bed. The breeches were in a small, wrinkled pile next to the wooden frame. The young blonde smirked before bending down and picking them up. As she handed them to Duncan, she shook her head.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about, my love. I only came in to wake you from your sleep…I didn't know that you were getting unclothed…"

Sarah made her way back behind the wall until Duncan had put on some pants. The Major had made his way back to the bed to put on his shirt.

"Sarah…it's not a problem, honestly."

He gave her a soft smile as she walked towards him. The girl had slipped her arms around his waist before landing a kiss on his perfect lips.

"Don't worry, I won't tell my father. When are we getting married, love?"

As she asked that question, Duncan's glance shifted to the door. When were they going to be married? The war had brought so much trouble among the English who had resided in the colonies. His thoughts grew more wildly before she placed a hand on his face.

Sarah's green eyes were full with curiosity. This was a hard question to ask her fiancee. They had been engaged for over a year now and the thought of them prolonging it more really tortured her. All of the arrangements had been made, but the two still remained separated. As she studied his rugged face, she chuckled and ran a set of fingers across his cheek.

"And when are you shaving grizzly bear?"

Duncan cocked an eyebrow before picking her off of her feet. He let out an angry growl as she squealed in a playful manner. Sarah giggled as she ran her fingers through his soft, strawberry blond hair. Duncan showered her face with kisses before a knock on the door interrupted their playful moment.

"Major are you awake yet?" the muffled male voice was soon accompanied by a creaking door. Duncan placed Sarah back on her feet as the door revealed her father. The two froze as they tried to study the Major General's face, Sarah took a giant step away from Duncan.

"Yes sir, I am. Sarah just visited me to wake me and…"

The Major General held up his hand to stop Duncan from speaking.

"Due to all different types of circumstances, Major, you and Sarah will be married by the end of this week. If you do not fulfill this, I will send you to the front lines. You need to marry Sarah, have some time off, and you must deploy for six months. Is that understandable?"

Duncan stood up straight and nodded, "Yes sir."

"Good day then, Major."

As the door closed behind him, Sarah jumped into Duncan's arms and gave him a romantic kiss.

"Tomorrow. Please let it be tomorrow!"

Duncan chuckled and nodded. He held onto Sarah tightly before letting her go.

"Darling, let me get prepared for our wedding tomorrow. Go now and gather your dress for tomorrow."

Sarah squealed and embraced him again. She gently nibbled on his earlobe before whispering,

"I love you."