A/N: This is it people. No not the end. The major relationship in the story. Just as a warning, this chapter can be considered Mature. Yes there is sex. If you don't want to read it, skip it, send me a review and I'll tell you what you missed. Thanks again to all my reviewers.

Chase happily walked to the lake. He was just happy to be out of bed and out of the castle.

Besides the lectures he received from Tyra and Kenneth, House and Foreman also read him the riot act. This was all before he even had the energy to get out of bed.

Once he was out of bed he had to deal with not only getting better but having to deal with being a king. The informality that had been established before they left for Rosha had all but disappeared. Even Foreman and House would bow to him as he walked into rooms.

The villagers from Rosha would bow anytime one of them passed him. The other inhabitants of the castle soon followed them. Everything had turned formal. He even had a body guard watching him.

He was expected to be the king.

Chase knew that with the last attack Alexander would now know about him and his whereabouts. More attacks would be coming. And they would take more lives.

Once out of bed, Chase found himself in countless meetings with Kenneth, Roland and some of the others in charge of the revolution. It meant that he didn't have time to talk to his friends. Something that he had wanted to do since they returned.

Chase knew that Foreman was spending all his time with either Roland or Tyra. Roland was to help perfect his fighting style. Something that he wanted to do also. The battles in Rosha woke Chase up to some situations that he might find himself in and he wanted to make sure he was ready for it.

He was also jealous of the fact that Foreman had Tyra to spend time with. It was the same thing that House had, except with Cyrena.

Cyrena was in charge of the stable and House took an instant liking to her and riding horses. It was a sure bet that if House wasn't with one of them, he was with Cyrena.

The only one he wasn't sure of was Cameron. No one had seen her much since they returned. She was either learning with Tyra or in her rooms. When asked about her, House and Foreman would answer that they were all busy concentrating on their studies.

Chase understood. Rosha was an eye opener for all of them. It showed them what they needed to learn and what they needed to practice. The only problem was that Chase felt like he was being left behind while his friends were continuing on. Was this something that he was going to have to deal with? Was this what it was like to be king? Did it mean that he was going to be lonely?

The thought that maybe his friends were scared of him did cross his mind. The problem was that Kenneth wasn't comforting in that thought. When asked, Kenneth was the first to tell him that the amount of magic that Chase threw around that day was unheard of in any mortal. And that people had the right to be afraid of him, not just because he was the king but also because he was a powerful magician and healer. Both things that could control life and death.

It was that conversation that made Chase want to escape his life at the castle for the moment and just be.

Leaving his clothes on a near by rock, Chase waded into the lake, naked. The water was warm and comforting. Lying on his back he let his body float, enjoying the water carrying him and the sun warming his exposed flesh. It brought back some of his fonder memories of Australia.

He drifted for a while till his head bumped into something soft that squeaked. Chase quickly opened his eyes and gasped as he saw who looked down at him.

Chase ducked his body below the water.

Cameron did too, arms covering her breasts. "I'm- I'm sorry you're Highness." She sputtered.

Chase sighed. He hated when people did that. Even more when it was his friends. And now that Cameron was doing it too. He hadn't seen her since they've been back and he was worried about her. He didn't want her fearful of him. "Cameron, Allison. Stop with the Highness bit. It's Chase or Rob. We're friends remember. I'm sorry I scared you. I'm leaving." He turned to go, not wanting to upset her further.

"No. Don't go. At least not because of me."

Robert turned at that. He took a closer look at Allison. Her eyes were red and swollen. It looked as if she was crying. "Allison, what's wrong?" He asked as he moved closer, ignoring the fact they were both naked in a lake.

"I can't stop thinking about Rosha. All those people dead or dying. I felt them. Their hurt, their suffering. Their joy at dying. I felt so dirty."

Robert wrapped his arms around Allison as she put her head on his shoulder. "It hurt me too. Those were my people. And there was nothing that I could do for some of them, but help them die quicker. There were many in the tent that I couldn't save that day. I had to kill them."

"But you didn't feel what they felt. I hate this. Hate the fact that I can feel others pain and suffering. It's not fair."

"But Allison, there's also happiness and joy that you get to feel."

"It's so hard. All the anger, the death, the destruction. It's poison."

"Shh." Robert soothed taking her head in his hands. Using his thumbs he wiped away the tears that were falling. "Let me help you." He whispered as he lowered his head capturing her lips with his. While the kiss was tentative, he didn't hold back in pouring out his joy at not being alone in this world. His happiness at having friends. The care he felt for her. The love they shared that one night and how wonderful it was.

The feelings were too much for Allison and soon she got lost in them, bouncing them back to Robert. She deepened the kiss pushing their bodies closer.

Robert gasped at the feelings of happiness, friendship, love and lust that came pouring back to him.

Passion soon claimed both of them as Robert back out of the water. Allison wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself against him.

As they came up on land, Robert lowered himself to the ground, letting Allison use his body. She adjusted herself on top of him and slowly sunk down.

Robert sighed as he was engulfed in that moist heat. It felt like home. He laid still as Allison rode him, bringing them both closer to orgasm. He held on to her hips as she rode him.

"Robert." She called out as her orgasm claimed her. She wasn't shielding herself and Robert was slammed by her feelings and instantly came, sending her emotions back and forcing another orgasm in Allison.

Allison fell forward on top of Robert. Both of them breathing heavy. Robert brought his hand up to run through her hair. Soon their breathing returned to normal.

"Allison." Robert started when she sat up. Automatically, Robert went to move his hand to caress the lovely breasts that came into view.

"Chase, I mean your Highness. I'm sorry." She babbled standing up.

"Allison, wait." He called. She either didn't hear him or she ignored him as she grabbed her clothes and ran away.

Robert got up to follow when he realized his clothing was on another bank of the lake. Going back into the water, he washed off the dirt and sweat while coming up with a way to deal with Allison.

A/N2: And that my friends is the first sex scene I've ever wrote that was not rape and not between two men. Please tell me you're proud.