I do not own any of the characters except Alara. In this story, Lord is the highest title, with prince/king being second to it.

Chapter 2

Over the coming weeks, Alara quickly got into a routine of getting up, showering, dressing, and spending her time in the library. She read everything she could get her hands on: physics, biology, cooking, Shakespeare, romance, comic books, history, fantasy, science fiction, mystery. Every night she came back to their bedroom with contentment. He would hold her and ask her what she read about that day. She describes everything and he smiles at her childishness, but she didn't know a lot about this world. Her world, his old world, was in a medieval plane and would never move forward from that time.

What she did not know was that the Undertaker had decimated her home, that he and Kane destroyed it so the Undertaker could keep Alara chaste. To keep her innocent, he had destroyed her lands. She was happy and carefree, not knowing. The people had screamed as the fire and darkness descended upon her homeland. She believed that it was safe from harm, never learning of its destruction. At least, for now.

She had been with the Undertaker for five weeks and was no longer homesick. Dressed in a black sleeveless gown of satin, she made her way to the library and saw Lord Kane sitting in her chair, smiling.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, unsure of her crime.

Kane stood uup and kissed her hand. "I am Lord Kane, my lady."

She curtsied. "My lord said you were looking for a wife."

"It is true." He looked her up and down. "My brother did well."

She blushed. "Will you look at home or here?"

"Most probably at home. Any suggestions?" His eyes turned dangerous as he took a step towards her. "Perhaps a sister?"

"I am an only child, Lord Kane, and I do not have any friends." She smiled sadly, turning towards the door. "I must talk to my lord."

"You don't have to go anywhere because brothers share." He grabbed her into a hug while she kicked and screamed. She struggled, but to no avail as he laid her on the floor. Kane threw up her skirts and tried to undo her stockings, but Chrisitan had entered in a rush. Having heard the scream, he ran to check on his Mistress and when Kane looked menacing, he ran to find the Lord of Darkness.

"Please, Lord Kane." She pleaded, desparate for an intervention.

"It will hurt only a little, my dear." Kane taunted, exposing his member. "It will hurt a lot if you do what you want to, Kane." A deep voice said from the doorway. "She is untouched and will remain that way until I say otherwise. She is MINE! Touch her and I will show you true power." He floated into the room and offered his hand to Alara. "Come here, my lady. You are to remain under watch at all times until Kane departs."

"That won't be long." Kane sneered as Alara stood up with her husband's help.

"How long?" The Undertaker seethed.

"I'll be gone tonight." Kane answered. He crossed the library and slammed the door.

The Undertaker turned to his wife and smiled, concerned. "Are you alright?"

She fixed her skirts and smiled back. She took his hand and answered, "Yes, my lord. You saved me from that horrible fate."

They walked up the stairs to their bedroom and he closed the door behind him. He took off his cloak and had her sit on the bed. He sat beside her and took her hand. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm sorry."

"I thought it was a punishment when he grabbed me. Although, for what crime, I was unsure."

"It wasn't supposed to happen at all." He put his head on the bedpost.

"My lord, are you happy with my presence here? Am I a burden?"

"No, no, Alara. Why do you ask?"

"I like being here with you and you have protected me as you promised." She smiled. "You make me feel special. The council was wrong about you." She hugged him.

"You are not a burden, my dear, no matter what you may think."

"Then why don't you consummate our marriage?" She turned away. "I am your wife and an heir needs to follow in your footsteps. Please?" She pleaded. "I am of age."

"Do not take that tone with me, woman." He scolded, voice laced with venom. "I will bed you when I wish it." He rose and slammed the door behind him. She was still a child in this world, but they were married. She was pure, innocent, chaste. It had to stay that way until he was sure she was ready. He had been taking it out on slave-whores from his home plane, but it hadn't helped. In his anger, he had murdered them all and had Edge and Christian dispose of the bodies. He even destroyed her home and village, slaughtering everyone in spite of his word. He had tried everything, just to keep her innocent. Maybe he should just give into his lust.

Then it hit him. She was innocent and he wanted to keep her that way forever. But that was impossible, he needed that heir. She had been right, as much as he hated to admit it. He wasn't trying to be selfish. He was in love with her and he wanted to make love to her, but only when she was ready.

He went into the kitchen and found Christian nursing a beer. He took the chair across from the blond and sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" They both asked at the same time.

"I want to keep Alara safe. I was going to kill Kane for that."

Christian looked up. "Glad I came and got you?"

The Undertaker nodded. "What's wrong?"

"Edge wants the championship titles back. I'm sure it's mostly his ego talking."

"Why?"

"Well, with us in the Ministry, Edge is a little overinflated."

"You two are good." He mused. Then he heard small footsteps and Alara walked in and went to the refrigerator. She took out a bottle of Pepsi and turned bright red when she noticed them in the room, looking at her. She mumbled a sorry and departed with flush cheeks.

She walked up the stairs, trudging to her room. She had been so stupid. She loved him and she knew he lied to her. She was a burden to him, he had to keep her safe. She silently wished for a moment that Kane had raped her. At least then, she would have fulfilled her womanly duties, but she quickly shook the thought away. Something told her that Kane was worse than her husband and would try to possess her again.

She sighed and glided toward the balcony, bottle in hand. What was she thinking, loving Lord Undertaker? What was wrong with her? He obviously didn't want her, but he did feel the need to protect her. She resolved never to leave her bedroom for as long as she could. But would it work or just upset her husband more?