May 30th 1775

He was angry. It was a familiar feeling, but one he was not use to experiencing so many times in one day. That woman was the cause of it. That infuriating, unbearable, confusing, frustrating, incredible beautiful woman. Connor threw the trap down, aggravated when his mind went to the image of her once more. His fingers tangling in the strings. Why? Why, did he continuously think about her? He wanted to hunt in order to get away from her. He wanted to clear his head, but all it succeeded in, was thinking about her more.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the sounds of the forest and the quiet of his surroundings. Paying attention to nothing but the steady pulls of his chest. He started to calm, his mind becoming blank and peaceful. Should I be naked upon your return? I'll keep your bed warm for you. Connor grunted in frustration as he jumped to his feet and kicked the trap away from him. His yells of anger were loud, and the sounds of scurrying made him aware that he had just lost his chance in catching game nearby. He sighed deeply, resting his hands on his hips, staring down at the ground ashamed. This was not like him.

He picked up the trap reluctantly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on, and that woman was the cause of it. Shoving the last trap in his bag he decided to stop for the day. Seven traps should be enough, his mind was just not allowing him to concentrate on the task at hand. He took his time going back to town, lingering within the forest. The one place where he truly felt at home.

It's better to hide behind a smile, than let the darkness overtake you.

Connor stopped walking and shook his head, bringing his hands to his hips once more, sighing as he stared at the ground. That woman. In the time he had spent with her, this was the first time he had seen her so sad. Her emotions changed as quickly as the ocean, always flowing and shifting. One minute calm and quite, the next, a raging storm. He had never met someone quite like her, and it was confusing to say the least. One minute they were talking, the next they had tussled to the ground, only to end up like it had never happened. Only to fight about something completely unrelated a few moments after. It made him dizzy, trying to keep up with her.

He lingered on the memory of what she felt like. The weight of her in his arms. How light and soft her body was against his. He had seen a glimpse of how fast she could move within the prison, but it still surprised him when she had held her own against him, despite her injury. He had held much of himself back from her though. Connor truly did not wish her harm, but he was impressed nevertheless. This was the first time he was on the receiving side of her abilities. If she was fully healed, there struggle would have been a lot worse. He still felt sore from where she kneed him.

The wind… Why did he say that to her? Before he knew it the words were leaving him, but she had to know. Whatever was in her past, whatever pain she might have experienced, he was there to help now, and in return, she would help him. He did not like when she acted in that manner. How she would throw herself at him, because it made him wonder if she had succeeded with other men in the past. He tried to imagine it, men falling for her charms, only noticing her beauty, not her strength of heart, or skill she possessed. There were so many aspects to this woman that even he did not know…but he wanted to.

He wanted to…wait, but why? What made her so special? He never went out of his way like this for his other recruits or anyone else for that matter, outside of his tribe. He never gave a damn about what his recruits did behind closed doors, only that they had joined the brotherhood to fight the common enemy. Why did his chest tighten every time he thought about her? Why did he want to remember what she tasted like?

How long do you think your war will last before you can remove it?

It was the first time since coming to these lands that someone had actually showed understanding about his people and culture. It caused him pause, as unfamiliar emotions threated to break free from him. He had almost lost his composure. He had almost showed her what it had meant to him, to have even a moment of understanding. Someone who seemed to genuinely care.

Connor stopped and leaned against a tree, his hand running over the rough bark, his eyes looking up through the branches and thick brush, towards the sky. The green of the leaves glowed from the light of the sun, as its rays peaked through the small gaps of foliage. The position of the sun told him it was still early afternoon. He still had time, and Connor needed it, to stop dwelling on what just happened. He wanted to be at peace again before returning, and figured Celeste needed some time as well. She would most likely act as if nothing had happened upon his return. She would force happiness and try to think of ways to tease him. It's better to hide behind a smile. It did not work with him. He could tell when she was lying, and he could tell when the smile was forced. He had seen the real her, that day on his ship. The day the horizon made her hair light on fire.

He closed his eyes a moment, taking another deep breath. Listening to the sound of rustling leaves and bird song. He relished in the smell of the earth, the faint scent of wood and dirt. The musk of the trees and brush…and that is when he heard it. A quick rustling out of place. It was still far, but getting closer with every heartbeat. It was someone running, no, there were two of them. Connor opened his eyes and started scanning the forest, acting immediately. He ran towards the far sounds, they were rushed and quick. They were too wild to be animals, to quick together. Children perhaps? As soon as he thought it, he spotted one, several yards away.

"Master Connor! Master Connor!" It was one of Terry's boys. He turned around and yelled for his brother, who was only a few steps behind him.

"What is the matter?" Connor asked, running swiftly towards them. The older child grabbed his sleeve immediately and started tugging him forward. His eyes were wide and scared. His breathing heavy from exerted running.

"Master Connor! Dad and Godfrey are fighting! You need to stop it!"

"Please, Master Connor! Dad's really angry this time!" The older boy yelled in a panic as well, finally catching up with his brother. Again. They were fighting again. He always saw the two bickering and wondered how often these bouts would erupt. Judging by the frightened looks on the boys faces, he knew that this time, it was serious.

"Take me to them. I will stop it." The boys nodded at him and quickly started running towards the town. Connor kept up with them effortlessly. Forcing himself to keep up with their pace. After a few minutes of running. Connor could hear the two men yelling in the distance. He no longer needed them to show him the way and he ran faster, leaving the two boys trailing behind him.

"Whoa, he's fast!" He heard one of them say as he approached the two men who already had a circle of people around them, yelling for them to stop.

Terry lunged at Godfrey, the red haired man grabbed his friend by the shirt and welled his fist up into a ball. Godfrey quickly grabbed his arm and struggled against his attempted blow.

"Stop." Connor yelled pushing in between them. Trying to force them apart. Godfrey hesitated a moment when Connor interfered, but Terry took that opportunity to lunge once more at Godfrey.

"I'm gonna smash you, ya lobby! I'm gonna beat ya senseless!" He grunted trying to grab at Godfrey's clothes again who tried to push him away. Connor pushed against them hard, forcing them to back away from one another. The two men hesitated and stared each other down, Causing Connor to pause himself. Was it over? "It's yer fault! It's all yer fault!"

"Like 'ell it is!" Godfrey yelled back. Causing the other's man's face to turn as red as his hair in fury. They both lunged forward again, but stopped when Godfrey punched the smaller man square in the side of his face. Terry stumbled back, his hand reflectively going towards his jaw, blood swelled from his lip. I guess not.

"Ya gonna pay for that scapegrace!" Terry spat, spitting blood towards the ground.

"You need some sense knocked into you." Godfrey yelled as the two lunged at each other yet again. This was going nowhere. Connor turned towards Godfrey and tried to push himself in between them one more time. He was going to have to make a decision on which one to take down if this did not end soon. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt one of them, but he was starting to have little other options.

"Enough of this." Connor yelled pushing at Godfrey who started to calm down. Connor turned his face towards Terry, to tell him to stand down, but before he could get the words out, Terry punched him in the cheek.

"Oh, God." He heard him mutter, but the damage was already done. Connor was furious now. He spun quickly and grabbed Terry by the arms, spinning behind him and pulling his arms towards his back. He swept his knee up, kicking the back of Terry's legs, forcing them to buckle to the ground. His grasp was hard upon the smaller man, as he kept his arms locked behind him. Forcing him to his knees. He had to be careful not to break one of Terry's arms.

"Connor, I didn't mean it." The red head stuttered, making him frown as he felt the first flash of pain from the blow now. His cheek felt hot and was beginning to throb. Everyone seemed to be getting free hits off him today.

"If I let you go, this fight is over." He spoke low, trying to calm himself. He knew it was an accident, but it did not make his cheek hurt less. Terry just nodded, and Connor let him go and backed up a few steps, waiting as the smaller red head caught his breath and slowly got to his feet. Godfrey started walking away, as Diana pushed past him and ran towards her defeated husband. Relief washing over her face now, since the fight had ended. Connor followed close behind them, until Diana sat Terry down and began treating the cuts on his face.

"Are you alright? There is no need for this." Connor spoke waiting patiently as emotions swirled over the smaller man's face. He winced as Diana cleaned a cut over his eye. He sighed and looked up at Connor, his brown eyes still filled with anger.

"Bah! He's a block-head." Terry grunted making Diana laugh softly as she put a small bandage near the side of his eye.

"He'll cool-off in a spell. Just needs some time, is all." She smiled, pressing a cloth to Terry's cheek.

"I will leave you to it." Connor was about to turn and leave but stopped when the man called his name. Terry's eyes were cast downward, but he could slowly see the anger washing away.

"Sorry." The lumberer muttered, looking at him briefly. Connor just nodded and left him to his wife, without saying anything else. No use dwelling over what had happened. It was over now.

He made his way back towards Godfrey, to check on the other man. He was deep in a conversation with Lance as he approached. They both laughed softly and turned towards him as he came near.

"Glad you showed up when you did." Lance said smiling, patting Godfrey on the arm, going back to gathering wood from the mill. Connor crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Godfrey suspiciously. The man seemed to be in a good mood, which seemed odd to Connor.

"Are you not angry, Godfrey?"

"Me? Not at all! Terry just got himself a temper and I won't let him get away with it. It's really no trouble. He'll calm down. The runt couldn't do much damage anyway!" Godfrey laughed which made Connor narrow his eyes at him in confusion. He truly was not angry with his friend?

"Does this happen often?"

"Ha! I was just telling Lance how I can set the calendar by these events. It's really not a worry, Connor, but I appreciate your concern." Connor nodded unable to think of anything else to say and Godfrey turned back towards Lance, helping him to pick up some of the lumber he seemed to struggle with and help carry it back to his cart.

"Lance, I actually needed to speak with you."

"Oh? Is everything alright?" Godfrey and Lance both stopped loading the cart and looked at Connor. Their faces were both full of concern.

"Yes. Everything is fine. I need to place an order."

"Ah! Of course! What will you be needing. A new chair perhaps?" Lance's face was full of warmth and kindness. He was a good man, and Connor was happy that he had made his home on the homestead.

"No. Well yes, I…" Lance tilted his head in puzzlement as he watched Connor try to gather his thoughts, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and confused as of why.

"You sure you okay, lad? Not like you to hesitate." Connor looked away from the two men a moment towards the ground. Why did he suddenly feel reluctant to say anything?

"A bed." He forced the words. "I also need a dresser…maybe two." Connor looked at the two men who exchanged a look. Lance scratched his beard thoughtfully. His blue eyes watching him in puzzlement.

"You sound unsure. Do you need anything else?"

"I need the bed first. The rest of the furniture I will find out."

"All right…would you like me to come to the manor? Achilles doesn't seem too picky, but I can see what style he would prefer."

"It is not for Achilles, but you can come to the manor tomorrow, if you like, and speak with her." Connor did not think about that before, but If Celeste was going to live with them, she might as well have things that she liked. It would be better for Lance to come to the manor and speak with her. Connor was not good at these sort of things.

"Her?" Godfrey asked, as the two men shared another glance. Here we go, time for the rumors.

"Her name is Celeste, she will be living at the manor from now on. Is the early afternoon convenient for you?" Lance blinked a few times at Connor's revelation. Godfrey just laughed as Connor forced himself to keep his face neutral.

"It looks like our boy has finally gotten himself a woman. It's about time, lad! We were starting to worry about you." Godfrey patted him on the shoulder and started walking back towards the mill. Connor tried his best not to glare at the other lumberer.

"That is not what happened." Connor said in budding anger, frowning at Lance who held his hands up in surrender.

"I didn't say it." Lance chuckled. Both of them watching Godfrey until he was out of earshot. Connor sighed and eased his stance. There was no use getting angry over something he could not control. What did he expect people would think, when they found a young woman was living with him? In this society, it was considered a taboo.

"It is better, if you come to the manor. She is hard to understand at times, and we are still…"

"Getting to know one another?" Lance finished for him. "That's how it starts." Connor frowned once more, narrowing his eyes in anger at the older man. Now he truly was angry, even though there was no teasing in Lance's tone. His blue eyes were only filled with compassion. "I'll be there. I am curious to meet her now. I want to see what kind of woman has gotten our young Master Connor, so unsure of himself."

Connor sighed deeply as he watched Lance walk away from him and back towards the mill. It left him wondering though, how quick it would be, before the whole town started hearing about Celeste.


After helping a few other people around town, and visiting a passing merchant. Connor had reached the manor late into the night. He was quiet as he entered, making sure to lock the door behind him. Silently making his way up the stairs he clutching a few garments of clothing in his arms, still unsure if they would fit the woman who was now living with him. What if she did not like them? Wait a minute, why did he even care what she thought? They were only clothes.

When he reached his room, he found himself hesitating outside of the closed door. It was late, and he wondered if she would even still be awake. Should he knock? Should he just go in? He did not know the proper thing to do. She was a woman, and he was still not use to being around one for so long. What was considered correct etiquette? On the ship, she had only been awake those last two days and he had ended up sleeping with his crew below deck. It had only ever been him and Achilles, and he traveled by himself almost always.

What if she is still angry? Connor shifted on his feet, maybe she still needed some time away from him. He had finally made up his mind and was about to walk away when he suddenly heard her voice call out to him softly.

"You can come in." She was still awake, or maybe he had woken her. Or maybe…he did not know. Connor took a deep breath before entering, trying to force his mind to be calm. Leaving the door slightly ajar behind him, he entered as quietly as possible. Just drop off the clothes and leave. It was the right thing to do.

The room was bathed in moonlight and Celeste laid upon the bed unmoving, her eyes watching him intently as he entered. The blue hues of the moon casting ethereal shadows upon her body. He spotted her clothes neatly folded on the table near his bed. She wore one of the linen shirts he had laid out for her. The material overflowed, bunching upon her arms. He knew it was going to be large on her, but he had nothing else to offer her at the time. The blanket from his village, and the wolf pelt he owned were wrapped around her body, covering her to her waist.

He had to look away. He never expected a woman to ever be in his bed like this, and the thought stirred something inside him. Something inappropriate. Leave, you should not be here.

"How are you feeling?" He forced himself to ask, suppressing the hurricane of thoughts within himself.

"No more pain. I promise. I rested." Her voice was soft, her green eyes pale as they picked up the nights natural light. He swallowed hard, his breathing becoming unsteady as he stared at her.

"I bought you some clothes. I will put them here for you." He slowly placed them on the chair next to her and took a few steps back, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She still did not move. Her face was unreadable as she watched him, her face cast half in shadows. He was starting to wish he could understand what she might be thinking. He hesitated, trapped in her gaze. Leave, you have to leave! Connor forced himself to turn. His movements felt unsteady as he made himself look away from her.

"Good night." He muttered, his hand on the doorknob when her voice called out to him again.

"Don't go."

His whole body froze as he heard her shuffling behind him, and when he looked back, she began rising to her elbow. Her ruby hair spilling over her shoulder, trailing onto the bed before her.

"Please. I don't want to be alone." He finally saw her face completely in the dim light. Her eyes were pleading, as if she wanted to beg him. The rims of her eyes were pink and slightly swollen. Was she crying? Connor was unsure of what to do. It was not as if they had not slept in the same room before. They had shared every night within his cabin on ship, until she had learned about his father and thought it best to give her some time, until she trusted him again. He should not feel uncomfortable. His own people slept in a large community dwelling most of the time. It was rare for them to be separated. It was not as if this was a foreign matter. However, being with her, felt different, and he did not know how to explain it.

"Connor?" Her voice came out sad, suddenly crushing his better judgement. "Stay with me, please." That one sentence, held such emotion, that it shattered his remaining resolve.

He closed the door completely and looked at her. The small smile on her lips was all he needed. He made his way towards the back of his room. Unlatching his bow and quiver, putting them away. He took off the leather straps and then unlaced his bracers, placing them on his desk, next to his tomahawk. She remained quiet as she watched him sit. He took his time taking off his boots and then hung his coat on the back of the chair. The last thing he removed, was the red sash around his waist, and he rested it on his seat before finally walking towards the bed. His bare feet making only the slightest sounds upon the wooden floor.

Her face softened as he approached her shyly. Something had shifted in the air between them, and he was very unsure of himself. What should he do? What should he say? He began reaching for the clothes on her chair to move them, before her voice stopped him.

"No, you don't need the chair." He looked at her confused. He thought she wanted him to sit with her. Celeste pulled back the covers lightly, the sight of her bare legs making him look away, heat flooded his cheeks and then anger. Should I be naked upon your return?

He took a deep breath to steady his budding irritation. Did she really think he would be happy about this display? He heard her shift on the bed as she pushed herself away towards the further side of the bed. He forced himself to look at her when she called his name once more. She stared at him expectantly, patting the bed beside her, inviting him to lay down with her. He blinked at her a few times in astonishment. The look in her eyes had none of the teasing he expected. She was sincere, her eyes full of innocent longing, her face soft and kind. The anger began leaving him, and he felt himself grow ashamed from immediately thinking the worst of her.

"I can sleep on the floor." He said quietly. Panic starting to take the place of anger as different thoughts swirled through his head. Something was changing inside of him, and he did not know how to stop it. He suddenly heard her sigh.

"Please. I don't wish to fight. Just lay down with me. I promise not to touch you." He knew he had hurt her before, saw the pain in her eyes when he pulled her hand off of him. He did not mean it. She had just made him so angry, so very angry, and he was not use to someone looking at him the way she did. No woman ever had.

It took him a moment before he reluctantly agreed. Her face lighting up joyfully when he sat upon the bed. She helped him with the covers as he settled in beside her. Adjusting his weight upon the mattress. He averted his gaze from her, trying his hardest not to think about her half-naked beside him. This was not normal behavior for any woman he knew of, but then again, he did not think there was anything normal about the woman who laid beside him.

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"Your cheek. I hope the other guy fared worse." Celeste chuckled softly as Connor cast his eyes back on her. The green of them sparkling as she smiled. Like sunlight hitting leaves. He had actually forgotten about his cheek. He never even checked to see what it looked like. Was he bleeding?

"I broke up a fight between two of the residents in the town."

"What were they fighting about?" Celeste asked curiously as she rested her head upon her arm, adjusting her body to see him better. She acted as if this was completely natural for her. Was he the only one slightly uncomfortable? He felt his face grow hot again when he realized just how close she actually was, with nothing but a thin linen shirt to cover her.

"I am not sure. Apparently, it happens quite often. Soon they will forget about it."

"Were you able to hunt?"

Connor blinked a few times, remembering the frustration he felt earlier today. Frustration that now eluded him. He was quiet for a second before answering. He actually did not feel angry anymore. He felt more at peace than he had for a while.

"I set up the traps. I will check them early tomorrow."

"Good." She stayed quiet for a few moments. Her eyes staring at the necklace around his neck. He wondered what she was thinking about, and the thought was beginning to get to him. "I'm sorry. I acted poorly before. You're not boring. It's actually quite the opposite. I shouldn't have acted in that way. I promise not-"

"Stop." He cut her off. She was beginning to ramble, and he did not want her to say something that she would regret or feel embarrassed about later "I am no longer angry."

"Oh…well, good then. I'm glad." Her puzzled look made him suddenly chuckle, a faint smile reaching his lips. She truly thought all he was capable of was anger. She stared at him in bewilderment. Her widened eyes made his smile a little larger. Raising herself upon her elbow, she stared down at him in wonder.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Connor?" She asked in mock horror. He laughed softly then and she remained quiet as she watched him as if fascinated. Her gaze began to soften towards him and something he did not recognize flashed deep within their depths. He watched her bite her lip, her small tongue darting out to lick the soft pink flesh. He knew his gaze suddenly turned serious when his mind thought back to what she tasted like. Do not think about that! She glanced away quickly as if she could read his mind. Settling herself beneath the covers once again. He did his best to keep his face as calm as possible.

"Does your face hurt now? Did anything break when you smiled?" She asked with a hint of playfulness. Good, she did not realize what had gone through his thoughts.

"I have been known to do it on occasion."

"I'll keep it in mind. Maybe next time it won't scare me." Connor could not stop himself from grinning again. "Okay, you have to stop now. You're making me nervous."

They stared at each other in silence again, but it did not feel uncomfortable. Quite the opposite in fact, he felt calm and content. Like this suddenly became as natural as breathing to him. All of his nervousness began washing away from the tranquil aura she possessed.

"Good night, Celeste." He whispered, closing his eyes slowly, letting his body sink heavier into the mattress. Just as he was starting to feel the first pulls of slumber he felt her shift beside him, and something soft moved across his cheek. Connor was surprised in himself, when his body did not automatically flinch from her touch. Perhaps he was getting used to it from her. He opened his eyes to look at her. Emotions were swirling upon her face, he could see the doubt filling her eyes.

"You got hit pretty hard. Are you sure it doesn't hurt? I can find you some medicine for your cheek." He realized she was stalling. Perhaps she was the one who was nervous. Perhaps now that he had appeared in her life, she wanted to know that she was no longer alone. That there was truly someone here, beside her. He wanted to make her feel as calm as he felt in this moment. To show her without words, what he was feeling. But how?

Connor reached his fingers slowly up towards hers. His hand covering hers gently. Her skin was incredibly soft, and her hand was tiny against his. It was the same as before. He saw the same look spread across her features when he wrapped his fingers completely around her hand. She thought he was about to push her away. Celeste started to pull her hand from his, her eyes growing detached, her emotions shutting down reflexively, but this time, he did not let her. He kept her hand pressed to his cheek. His gaze burning into hers. I am here with you.

"I thought you promised not to touch me." He spoke, making sure to keep his voice light.

"I guess I lied." Celeste started to smile, life coming back into her features. He felt her hand slowly relax against his, realizing that he would not push her away. Her fingers spread gingerly over his jaw, being careful not to touch the small welt on his cheek. Her palm was cool against his hot flesh. Her skin smooth, almost too delicate beneath his. He felt his heart begin to beat faster, his chest tightening as he stared at her. You should let her go. He battled himself, ready to release her, not sure if he wanted to. That thought making him wonder things he never thought possible, but this time, she was the one who pulled away first. He opened his fingers to release her, but was surprised when she grasped them and guided his hand on the bed between them, still clutched in hers.

Her hand was so much smaller than his, and her fingers tried to cover his as much as they would allow, as she caressed his skin softly. Her thumb running back and forth over his knuckles. He stared at their entwined hands, the pale color of her skin, a deep contrast against his. He took a chance and glanced back at her face, curious to see what it would show him, but her gaze was transfixed upon their joined hands. She looked calm and he felt confident, that he had achieved what he wanted to convey.

Slowly his eyes started to close again. His body completely relaxed, the waves of exhaustion finally starting to overtake him.

"Connor?" Her voice came out, almost like a whisper.

He opened his eyes once more, this time she was staring at him in a way no one had ever looked at him before. He did not understand the meaning. But before he could say anything, or ask, she spoke.

"This is the first time we have had a conversation that hasn't ended in a fight. Can we keep it that way?"

Connor heard his heartbeat in his ears now, and took a deep breath to steady his breathing. He thought about it for a minute. This truly was the first time they had a discussion that did not end in anger or heated exchanges. He did not exactly know what he was feeling towards her now, but it was something unlike anything else he had ever felt or experienced before. Part of him wanted to keep it that way.

"I would like that." He said to her softly, feeling as if this moment made something significant pass between them. Something had fully changed within him and he was sure she felt it too.

Celeste smiled and grasped his hand a little harder, her fingers guiding his hand to open, until each finger was entwined between his. He did not pull away, and let her do what she wanted. Soon after, sleep came over them both. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had slept so soundly.


Connor awoke first, the sun was just beginning to rise, and it was still mostly dark within his room. It took him a moment to remember the events of the night before. His fingers were still held gently within Celeste's grasp. He watched the rise and fall of her shoulders. The steady breaths of someone still deep in sleep. Her face was peaceful, lips slightly parted. She had wanted him to stay with her, and he had obliged, but now he had no choice but to leave her. He needed to check his traps and make it back before Lance was due to arrive. He had forgotten to tell her about the town's woodworker.

He kept himself steady as he slipped his hand gently from hers, pulling himself out of bed. Doing his best not to wake her. The second he was free, her fingers began flexing automatically as if still searching for his hand. She moved in her sleep, a shiver running over her, his shirt falling open to reveal her naked shoulder. Connor stood their unmoving, worried he might wake her, doing his best not to stare. When her breathing steadied and he was sure she would not awaken, he reached for the wolf pelt that was kicked free, and covered her upper body against the morning chill. He fought himself from lingering. He had an overwhelming desire to touch her hair. To rub the red tresses through his fingers and feel the softness against his skin, but instead he forced himself to pull away, walking slowly towards the further side of the room, where he rested his weapons. He dressed quickly in silence, grabbing his quiver and bow, he buckled them into place as he made his way to leave.

"Be safe." He heard Celeste whisper, making him look back at the small woman in his bed.

"I will not be gone long." He tried to ease her, unsure of how she was feeling. "I tried not to wake you."

"I know. The click of the door woke me. Just be safe." Without another word Celeste turned over, snuggling herself deeper beneath his blankets.

He left and traveled through the homestead as quickly as possible. This time he did not wish to leave her alone to long. Checking all of his traps he set them once again, along with his last one. Out of seven traps, he had four rabbits and decided to stop by Warren and Prudence's farm on the way back to the manor. He wanted to trade it for a few ears of corn, but when he went to make the trade, Prudence insisted he take a few potatoes, some apples and a loaf of bread. He thanked her as she handed him a basket. Promising to return when he checked the traps again tomorrow.

"Do not be ridiculous. We owe you so much." Prudence smiled brightly.

"It is only fair. I will be back tomorrow. Thank you, again" Connor turned to make his way back to the manor.

"Connor." Prudence suddenly called out to him. He turned to her and she quickly walked over to him, concern etched on her delicate oval face. Her deep brown eyes filled with questions. He regarded her curiously.

"Do you need me to bring anything else?"

"No. I just wanted to ask you something." Prudence looked at the ground a moment and hesitated. He could tell whatever she was about to ask, she was unsure of what to say.

"Is everything ok?" He tried to urge her. He was starting to worry for the woman in front of him. The farm seemed to be thriving. What had her so anxious?

"Everything's fine. I'm usually not the one for gossip, but Terry's kids were playing nearby this morning and said a woman had started to live with you. Is it true? I told them not to spread such lies and that you value your privacy."

Connor frowned immediately. He knew this was going to happen. Rumors and gossip sometimes spread quickly through the homestead. No doubt his own sailors had already spread their own accusations and stories about the woman who suddenly made an appearance upon his ship. There was no reason to deny her presence. Especially if she decided to start living here permanently. The people in town could make their own assumptions.

"It is true." He said plainly. Prudence tilted her head to the side regarding him thoughtfully.

"Are you getting married?" Connor coughed in surprise, his eyes widening from her question. It was not every day when he was caught off guard. Is that what people were saying? She started to speak again before he could answer. "You deserve happiness, Connor. You're a good man. Any woman would be lucky to have you." Connor looked down embarrassed. This was not the impression he was trying to give.

"We are friends. It is not what you think."

"Well, bring her by sometime, ok? It would be nice to have another woman around to talk to." Prudence smiled serenely. If Celeste could talk to anyone he knew Prudence would be the best choice. She was a kind woman, with a big heart. Connor considered Warren and her to be close friends. Ones that he would protect to the death, if need be.

"I will. Thank you again Prudence. I will tell her."

"Anything for you Connor. What is her name?" Prudence asked suddenly, her eyes shining expectantly.

"Celeste."

"A beautiful name. I will remember that."

Connor nodded and began making his way back towards the manor.

When Connor returned, Achilles was standing in the doorway, speaking to a man he had never seen before. He advanced quickly, in case the man was a threat. But the young man tipped his hat and turned around to leave as Connor made it to the front porch. The man greeting him and smiling as he continued on. Connor paid him no mind. His focus solely on his mentor. When he had finally approached Achilles, the elder man was in the process of reading the contents of a letter that arrived. Connor waited there patiently, knowing that Achilles would share with him any information or new orders, if need be.

"It's a letter from Sam Adams. He is requesting your presence back in Boston. They have appointed a new Commander in Chief, and would like for you to be in attendance.

"Is it necessary that I be there?" Connor asked frowning, not interested unless there was some other ulterior motive.

"You should go. Many prominent people will be there and Adams says he has information to aid you about Pitcairn."

"I will leave tomorrow afternoon than." Connor agreed quickly. His reluctance now gone. Sam Adams had helped him in the past, he knew he was good for his word. However, his word did come with help from his end as well. There was nothing easily obtainable when Adams was involved. Achilles nodded in approval and began closing the letter.

"Take Miss Hastings with you. I am sure the two of you have some things you need to work out, if she is going to stay here." Achilles said, leaving Connor no room for argument. He glanced into the house. Wondering if she had even left his room.

"Has she come down yet?"

"Oh, yes. We have been speaking all morning. She's a clever one. I see why William was so determined to train her. It was his worst judgement, I still stick by that, but I can see her appeal…and I see why you stood your ground.

"Achilles, I-"

"I don't want to hear it. It is done, and I see you have already made arrangements for her." Achilles was looking past Connor towards the main path. Lance was on his way up the road. He waved and smiled broadly as he spotted the two of them.

"Go drop your things. I will keep him busy until you two are ready." Achilles raised his hand in greeting towards Lance as he waited for him to approach.

He made his way towards the back of the house entering the kitchen. He dropped the basket upon the table and started hanging the rabbits by the fireplace. Later he would skin them and trade the pelts before he set sail.

"I can cook those tonight if you wish." He heard Celeste say as she came into the kitchen. He never even heard her approach. She was healing, and that thought pleased him. He glanced at her when he heard her shuffling the things in the basket. "Since you brought potatoes and corn. I can make a stew. I'm really good at stews."

He remained quiet when he looked at her fully. His eyes trailing over her body from head to toe. She was wearing one of the dresses he had bought her. A plain brown dress that left her shoulders bare. There was nothing striking about it, but on her, it seemed like a gown that the settlers would wear. Her hair had been freshly brushed and left to tumble around her shoulders like a river of rubies against her pale colored skin. She smiled and grabbed one of the apples.

"Thank you for the dress." She smiled softly, running her hand over the material. His eyes watching, as her small hand brushed against the skirt. He remembered how delicate her fingers felt between his. "And, I borrowed a brush. I'm sure you noticed by how hard you're staring at me."

"Sorry." Connor muttered looking at the ground, embarrassed that she had caught him so easily. Mad at himself for reacting that way. He heard her giggle, placing a hand on her hip she held the apple up and smiled.

"I don't remember telling you apples were my favorite." When he looked back up at her, her smile turned coy, and she held the apple to her chest like it was a treasured gift. He knew by the twinkle in her eye that she was probably thinking about saying something inappropriate. Better to stop her now before she begins.

"I did not know." He answered her evenly. His serious expression making her smile brighten. This was her real smile. This was the real Celeste.

"Now there's the Connor I know. You had me worried last night. I thought you had an evil twin or something along the lines, equally unlikely. I can bake these in a pie. I think you're getting the picture that I can cook, right?"

"I am starting to guess." Celeste laughed again at his serious expression, placing the apple back within the basket.

"I had no choice. It was either that, or starve. I don't know how he pulled it off, but William could burn water, believe me. Don't eat those by the way. I claim them. I really love apples. So…do you want to skin those now, or begin discussing training plans with Achilles first?"

Connor was still trying to get use to her shift of conversations, her path of thought was wild and unpredictable. Just like her.

"I take it, you have made up your mind about staying?" Connor walked towards her slowly, she grinned and shrugged placing a hand on her waist. He frowned, she was trying to tease him. "No more games Celeste. I need to make arrangements if you are to live here."

"Do you want me to stay?" She retorted quickly, without hesitation. At first Connor thought she was still being coy, but her face was now serious, with no hint of mocking. She waited patiently for him to answer. As if her whole decision relied on his acceptance of her.

"Yes." He said quietly. Making another genuine smile spread across her pink lips. Her whole face filling with delight. Connor could feel his heart begin to race. Why did it do that around her?

"Then it's settled. I'll stay." Lance. Do not forget about Lance. Connor looked away and turned from her walking into the hallway, motioning for her to follow. She did not ask any questions as he led the way down the hall. Lance was with Achilles in the dining room, drinking a cup of tea as they entered.

"So glad of you two to finally join us." Achilles spoke sarcastically, sitting down at the table across from the woodworker. Celeste smiled brightly at the new man that joined them. Achilles quirked an eyebrow at her friendly show, making Connor wonder what his mentor thought about Celeste's displays.

"Forgive me. I didn't realize we would be entertaining. I'm Celeste Hastings. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Celeste reached out her hand towards Lance. He stood up awkwardly, taking her hand gently in his before releasing it.

"The pleasure is mine. Connor didn't say you were so beautiful." He stuttered over his words. Connor could tell he was already enraptured by her. His slightly chubby cheeks taking on a slight red hue. Tits and a pretty face, it's what men usually see. Connor could feel anger welling within him, and he was confused by its origins.

"Celeste, this is Lance. He is our community's woodworker. I asked him here to place an order for any furniture you might want or need."

"How considerate." Celeste said, never taking her eyes off of Lance who continued staring at her in awe. Connor could see her smile was beginning to waver. Celeste did not want to insult him, but he saw that her smile was being forced. Did Lance even notice?

"She can have the room across from yours." Achilles said quietly, taking a sip of his tea. Giving a hint for the three of them to leave.

"Ah, excellent. Well, shall we?" Lance spoke, smiling as he prompted Connor to lead the way.

"This way." Connor answered motioning for them to follow him up the stairs. Celeste waited by the side, letting Lance and Connor go first, but Connor knew what was happening. He could tell she was reluctant about the steps. Taking a deep breath she placed a hand on her stomach, before beginning her ascent. He waited for her halfway through, concerned that she would aggravate her injury.

"Are you in pain?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you okay Miss Hastings?" Lance suddenly called after them from the top of the stairs. His burly face looming over the side of the railing to look down at her. She smiled and waved at him nonchalantly.

"Oh, yes. The dress is just a little tight, forgive my delay, and please call me Celeste. A friend of Connors is a friend of mine."

Connor could see Lance's cheeks redden again as she continued smiling at him. She knew exactly what kind of effect she had on men and was good at using it to her full advantage. Connor opened the door and ushered them in. Celeste taking a moment to look around walked inside hesitantly. The room was filled with display cabinets, crates and other random articles.

"We have not used this room much." Connor tried to reassure her. "Whatever is not needed, we can clear out."

"No, its fine. I'll keep the book cases and one of the display cabinets. But Connor, I don't have the required money to do this right now."

"No. I will take care of it. Just tell Lance whatever you need."

"Are you sure?" Celeste was hesitant. He could tell that she was still not use to the idea of relying on someone.

"Come now, Miss Celeste. Let the young Master spoil you." Lance laughed heartily, her face becoming serious as she stared at the husky man in front of her.

"I think I missed something. Young Master?"

"Connor didn't tell you?" Lance looked at the two of them in puzzlement. Celeste shrugged as she raised an eyebrow at Connor. The floor suddenly became more interesting than usual and he kept his gaze fixed upon the boards. "Connor, owns these land."

"These lands are free." He blurted, matter-of-factly.

"You can say that if you like, but you were the one who started this community. You protect us, and in return we will be there for you, if the need should arise."

"He is lucky to receive such unwavering loyalty." Connor glanced up from the floor to look at Celeste. Her eyes were soft as she regarded him. A small smile ghosting over her mouth.

"It is well placed, believe me. I was in a sorry state when Connor saved me."

"A local hero than."

"He is more than that."

"Enough, I do not wish to talk about this." Connor had to force himself from sounding too harsh. Lance was here as a favor to him after all, and did not want to put the man off. He heard Celeste giggle, and knew she did it to lighten the mood. She went quickly over to Lance and hooked her hand under his arm. Taking the attention off of him and his sudden outburst.

"Since Connor is nice enough to do this for me I think the best thing would be a bed, two dressers. Perhaps an armoire and a smaller one."

"Do you need a desk?"

"I believe so. Is that too much for you? I don't want to wear you out with too much work." She giggled again. He could see it in her eyes. She was acting. Did Lance, truly not see through her? He tilted his head to the side as she spoke to him a few moments longer. Watching the way she moved, her mannerisms and gestures. The way she stirred the conversation for Lance to do most of the talking. Achilles was right, she was clever. After a few moments of friendly banter, she left Lance to make measurements on the far side of the room and joined Connor back by the doorway. They both watched him quietly as he took a piece of chalk out of his pocket and begin to make small markings upon the floor. Celeste leaned her head towards him, her voice came out very low.

"There was a messenger downstairs. Any news?" Connor turned towards her impressed. The expression on her face was serious as she watched Lance intensely, making sure he did not hear them. Connor was not surprised that she already knew about the correspondence, despite the fact that she had been nowhere in sight. She had been trained well.

"I have received word from a contact, Sam Adams, he has aided me several times and requires my presence back in Boston."

"Did he give any indication of what he might need?"

"No. Just that he has information." She nodded solemnly as she contemplated.

"It's better that way. Less chance of secrets being stolen. No paper trail to lead it back to you. Do you know who your next target it?" Connor's face turned dark as he thought about his ultimate goal and Charles Lee.

"Pitcairn."

They both stayed silent as they watched Lance work, walking around the room with chalk in hand. The woodworker glanced up at them and Celeste smiled at him, but Connor only stared at her. How was she able to do that? To act as if nothing else mattered than entertaining their company. As if sensing his eyes on her, she met his gaze. The green of her irises darkened as she grinned.

"What is it?" She asked softly, her hand coming up to touch his arm. He could see Lance from the corner of his eye pretending not to look at them.

"Achilles wants me to take you with me."

"As if I would let you go to Boston without me. Just try it. I can hunt you down now. I know where you live." Connor frowned and shook his head at Celeste's enthusiasm.

"Do not cause trouble for me, when we arrive." He was stern as he stared at her, but Celeste only smiled coyly. He could just imagine the remarks that were flying through her mind. "Celeste." He growled her name in warning. She waved her hand at him dismissively. Her eyes sparkling in mischief.

"Whatever you say…Master Connor."

Connor felt that familiar anger well up inside of him again. This woman…this incredibly aggravating, infuriating, frustrating, unbearable woman. She was going to be nothing but a headache, and for a moment, he could not wait to experience what she had to offer.