Hello again, my lovlies! It's Monday and you know what that means don't you?! It blows my mind how much you guys are reacting to this story! I've also gotten new followers...thank you for that! You guys are awesome! :D

I can tell you, it gets a little bit easier in this chapter, but still Lucy does have her guard up. Stick with me guys and I promise, it will get better.

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Previously...

"Where are you going?" Lucia asks me with shock. Her eyes following my every step.

"I think it was a bad idea for me to accept your offer to stay for supper. I'll leave you be and I will see you in the morning, Lucia. Have a good night," I tell her, trying to hide the hurt from my tone. I don't…can't spare Lucia another glance as I leave the confines of the tent, although I can feel her eyes on me as I exit.

I sit on the bed in complete shock at what just happened. I'm still staring at the tents exit that Drew just walked through. Did what I say actually upset him? My appetite suddenly vanishes and I abandon my food, setting it aside.

Like usual, when I'm feeling troubled, I talk to my mother. I know I've never met her, but I can feel a connection with her and I somehow know she is watching over me. She's always answered me in her own way and the last time I spoke to her, I asked her to get me away from everything. To rescue me from father. Let me finally be happy and escape the abuse.

"Mama, please help me," I whisper up to her, "I don't know what to do anymore. I've finally escaped father, but now I am here…surrounded by so many men. I didn't ask for this, so why am I here?" I ask her.

"I know you wouldn't push me in the wrong direction, especially if it benefitted me. I just don't know how me being here…surrounded by all of these men, by Drew, will help me," I whisper. "I really hope you didn't send me here because he is king. If I wasn't so frightened of men, I wouldn't care if he were king or a commoner, like myself. I just wanted to find love. I honestly don't even know if I still want that. Father has ruined so much for me, but…but I can tell Drew is nothing like him.

"I just don't know how to let my walls down and slowly let him in. I never meant to hurt him with my comments, but I could see in his eyes that I did. Please mama, help me…tell me what to do," I say to her quietly and I hang my head down with a tear hitting my skirt.

It's much too early to go to sleep and I'm not even close to being comfortable with leaving the safety of the tent. So that is out of the question. Also, because I have no idea where Drew is; out of everyone here, he is the only one I could even remotely come close to trusting. And I don't even know if I could do that.

Exhaustion quickly falls upon me and I lay down. Not soon after, does sleep consume me.

A few hours later, I am awoken by a dip in the bed. I slowly open my eyes to see Drew lying beside me onto his back. He takes a deep breath and releases it through is nose before he turns onto his side…facing me.

I quickly close my eyes and pretend that I am still asleep. I can feel his eyes on me and moments later, he lightly brushes hair that had fallen into my face, aside. What really surprises me though, is he starts to quietly talk to me, unknowing that I hear every word he says.

"My sweet beautiful, Lucia. I'm so sorry that I pushed too much and that I made you uncomfortable; it was never my intention. I just feel drawn to you; I feel this unknown connection…this pull towards you and I don't know what it is. I hate that I don't. Besides Jenny, I've never felt this way towards someone; I've never been attracted to someone like I am to you. Especially, in such a short time. It feels like you need saving and I want to be the one to save you. I want to be able to be the one you go to when your scared…lonely…or to even show you that you do deserve affection.

"I really do hope one day, that you will return my feelings. That you will give me a chance. I would love to have something with you and call you mine. I want to show you that I am nothing like your father. I'd never hurt you or lay a hand on you. I'll protect you with my life and I will wait for you, if that's what it takes," he whispers to me and it takes everything in me, not to react to what he's just told my sleeping self.

Drew quietly sighs and presses a chaste kiss to my forehead, that I hardly feel his lips against my skin. Don't get me wrong, I know I fear men, but I also crave a mans touch. What it would be like to be held, cherished and touched in the most intimate ways possible.

Continuing to feign sleep, I take a giant leap and gently cuddle up against Drew's chest. I feel him stiffen momentarily, but soon after, he carefully wraps his arm around my waist, trying not to wake me and gently pulls me up against his strong body. Drew presses one more soft kiss to my forehead and rests his chin atop my head, "goodnight, my sweet Lucia," he whispers to me.

The following morning, I wake up alone. I reach out to feel the side of the bed that Drew was on and it's cold, which tells me that he's been gone for a while. I sit up and stretch my limbs before getting out of bed. I slip my shoes on and attentively exit the dimly lit confines of the tent.

My eyes roam the nearby area and the first person I recognize that my eyes fall upon is one of the men who brought me here. I remember his name to be Orton. As I make my way in his direction, Orton's eyes land on me and a smile graces his face, but it quickly turns into a scowl that stops me in my tracks. He stomps his way over and I fearfully back up and away from him, until my back collides with a larger body.

"Well good morning to you too, little lady. If you wanted some of Elias, all you had to do was say so," he says to me, his tone provocative; he places a hand onto my arm and I immediately recoil away from him.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I yell at him and I am suddenly pushed behind a large lean body, which I recognize to be Orton.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Did you not hear what McIntyre had to say this morning? Unless you don't want to live to see tomorrow, stay the hell away from her. That's an order straight from the king," Orton relays to Elias, his tone of voice challenging the man to argue with him.

Elias holds his hands up, "hey now, I was just having some fun, Randy. Don't get your knickers in a twist," he says with a chuckle and Randy growls at Elias' foolishness.

"Not with her. Leave her alone. This is your only warning. You already know what McIntyre will do if he finds out you've harassed her…more than once," Randy responds menacingly.

I know I've only been in the presence of Randy for a short period of time yesterday and now this morning, but I couldn't be more thankful for him at this moment.

"Message received. Don't bite my head off," Elias replies, then turns and walks away.

I release my breath that I didn't even know I was holding, until Randy turns around to address me. "Are you alright, Miss Lucia?" He asks me, his eyes do a quick roam of me to make sure I am okay.

I flash him a small smile, "I am, thanks to you, Mr. Orton," I reply with gratitude and a slight bow in respect.

"Please, there is no need for you to bow to me. I am merely one of King McIntyre's soldiers. I was just doing my job and what was right. And please, call me Randy," he tells me.

"Well, thank you…Randy. I appreciate you coming to my rescue," I reply and he provides me with a smile.

"You are quite welcome. Now, I'm assuming you were looking for the king?" Randy asks me and I nod my head in confirmation.

"I was. Is he near? I don't want to bother him if he is busy though," I say and Randy shakes his head.

"Nonsense. He is waiting for you. Busy or not, he wanted me to bring you to him when you awoke. Please, follow me," Randy says.

I do as Randy says and follow close behind him. I am sure to leave only a small amount of space between us, so what just happened, does not happen again. Like Drew, I see something in Randy that lets me know that he is not a terrible person.

Once more, I feel eyes on me from all sides as I follow Randy to Drew. I hear their whispers, but I choose to ignore to hear what they are actually saying. Randy on the other hand, does not.

"Keep your eyes and words to yourself and return to your duties. There is nothing to see here!" He barks at the men and they are quick to obey his order.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you the king's advisor?" I ask Randy as we continue to walk.

A smile and a small chuckle fall from his lips before he responds, "you could say that. I'm his best friend. Have been since we were children. Don't tell him I told you this, but he confides in me for a lot. He is a lot more mischievous and outgoing than what he lets on. Before he became king, I've had to get him out of more trouble than you can imagine. He is a handful, but Drew is a good man and takes care of his own," Randy tells me and a small smile graces my face at this new information about Drew.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," I tell Randy and we stop in front of the tent I was brought to yesterday.

"Here we are," Randy says and opens the tent for me, "after you, Miss Lucia," he tells me and I walk in with Randy entering right after.

"Thank you," I reply as I walk in.

"You're very welcome," he replies back, then addresses his friend, "Drew, I brought Lucia to you as you asked, safe and sound," Randy tells Drew and the Scottish King turns around, smiling the second his eyes land on me.

"Thank you, Randy," he addresses his friend.

"Anytime," he says to Drew then turns his attention to me, "Miss Lucia," Randy says with a slight bow in parting, "it was a pleasure talking with you. I'm sure I will see you soon," he tells me and I smile at him.

"Likewise. Thank you, Randy," I reply and watch Randy leave the tent before I turn to look at Drew who holds a raised eyebrow in my direction.

"What?" I ask him, confused as to why he is looking at me the way he is.

"Nothing. It just seemed like you and Randy got acquainted quite quickly," Drew tells me and it sounds like there is a hint of jealously to his tone. Because I don't want to embarrass him, I choose not to acknowledge that I heard it.

"Oh, that. Well he came to my rescue when I accidentally backed up into…Elias?" I say his name in question, not completely sure if that was his name or not and the look on Drew's face tells me it is. "And he thought he would be funny and make an inappropriate comment towards me," I explain and Drew's face turns red right before my eyes.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" Drew asks with venom in his words and even though I know it's not directed at me, his tone has me backing up a couple of steps. He sees the action and his eyes soften, "christ, Lucia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. He just always keep pushing his luck and with him going after you, especially after what I told him and all my men this morning…he is treading on thin ice. If he ever goes after you again, please tell me or Randy. I know you don't yet, but like me…you can trust him," Drew explains to me and nod my head in understanding.

"I will, I promise," I reply, meekly.

He seems satisfied with my answer because Drew drops the subject and brings up another. "How did you sleep?" He asks me and he seems almost hesitant to hear my answer. I wonder if that's because of the things he said and did last night.

I stand up straighter and take a couple of steps towards him. His demeanor seems to lift up at that and I flash him a smile, "I actually slept very well, thank you for asking," I tell Drew. "And how about you? How did you sleep?" I ask in return. I am actually quite curious to hear what he has to say, after what he told me yesterday.

Drew leans on the table and faces me fully, a smile gracing his handsome face, "I slept extremely well. Better than I have for a while, now that I think about it. I may have you to thank for that," he tells me and I am taken aback by his answer.

My eyes widen at his response and I tilt my head in question, but my face possesses an uneasiness that Drew picks up on almost instantly and his smile disappears.

"There I go again, making you uncomfortable. I'm not very good at this am I?" Drew asks with a small lopsided smile that I return and I shake my head.

"It's alright, though. I am to blame since I am the one to come in here and make things awkward by acting like a scared child all the time," I reply and hang my head down, looking at my feet.

I hear Drew quietly sigh before hearing his footsteps bring him towards me. Don't tense up, Lucy. Don't tense up, I tell myself as he gets closer. Drew's feet come into my view, then does his hand when he lifts my chin up to look at him. This time I don't push his hand away, but I know he can see the slight uneasiness in my eyes.

He takes my lack of rejection as a sign to continue, but doesn't push. "Please don't blame yourself, Lucia. It's not your fault that you are so fearful in the first place. So, I can't and don't hold it against you. I do however, want to knock your father out senseless and teach him a lesson for what he's done to you. Know I'd never lay a hand on you, okay? I know how to respect a woman and treat her right," Drew tells me with conviction. A big part of me wants to believe him…I do. I just can't bring myself to, yet, because even though I know he is telling the truth, I just can't accept it.

I nod my head and push my head into his thumb that is caressing my cheek gently. Drew smiles at my reaction to his subtle affection, that I can't help but return softly. I know he takes it as a sign that we are moving in the right direction, but thankfully he does not proceed.

I however, take his hand that is on my cheek in mine and hold it for a few moments, looking up at him. Happiness radiates through his eyes at my lack of fear and the fact that I haven't pushed him away. "So tell me, why do you have me to thank for sleeping better?" I ask Drew and release his hand, walking over to one of the many maps of Scotland he has laying out.

He is quiet for a while and I turn around to face him, finding him watching me with a smile akin to fondness towards me. When he realizes that he has yet to respond, Drew clears his throat and stands up straight, looking slightly embarrassed for being caught staring so intently at me.

"Sorry," he says shyly. I smile at the fact that such a large man, the King of Scotland, no less has become shy…because of me. "I have you to thank because I haven't had another body next to mine in bed since losing my late wife…Jenny. I guess having that feeling of not being alone gave me comfort," Drew tells me with sincerity and it makes me oddly happy, knowing that I was able to bring him some sort of comfort.

"Well, I am glad that I was able to provide that for you. If it makes you feel any better, you and Randy are the first men to actually show me kindness. I know that is a sad fact, but it is true, so thank you for that," I reply and walk back towards him. "It also seems like you can't take that smile off of your face whenever you are around me," I tease and Drew turns a shade of pink, which causes me to giggle.

"Aye, woman. Don't go teasing me now," Drew grumbles, but a playful look can be found on his face at my comment, so I know it didn't bother him. I think he actually enjoyed my teasing. "You're lucky you're cute and that I like you because if you were anyone else, they wouldn't have gotten away with it," he tells me and I flash him a tiny grin.

"Maybe I should tease you more often then…being the big bad King that you are?" I ask good-naturedly and he widens his eyes at me before squinting them at me, pretending to be menacing, but the glare is anything but.

"Don't push it, angel face," Drew replies and it's my turn to blush at his nickname for me. His eyes shine when he sees my own reaction to his pet name, "although, it seems like I have something to tease you with now," he counters and saunters towards me.

I become alert of his sudden close proximity and take a few small steps away from him and a frown grows on his face. "I'm sorry," I whisper in apology, "I'm still trying to get use to being in your presence. You are much bigger than my father, after all," I say and Drew nods his head in acceptance.

"Aye, I understand. You are doing very well though, considering it's only been a day and like I said, I am nothing like your father. If I do touch you," he says and slowly lifts both hands to my face and cradles it, "it will be like this," he continues quietly and strokes his thumbs on the apple of my cheeks.

I grab his wrists and my heartbeat quickens at his extreme closeness and the intimacy of the situation that I'm finding it hard to breathe. I am so entranced by his blue eyes and the tenderness flowing through them, that I literally have to snap myself out of whatever trance he put me in.

I quickly remove his hands from my face and turn away from him, my chest heaving as I try to control my racing heart. I did not expect him to affect me that way, nor that quickly.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"No, I'm sorry, Lucia. I was too forward and I should not have acted on the draw I feel towards you the way I just did," Drew replies quietly as he walks away from me and the next thing to come out of his mouth is one of the last things I expected to hear in the short time I've known him and how he responds to me. "If you would rather spend time with Randy, I won't stop you from doing so," he tells me and I can hear the hurt in his voice with even giving me the suggestion.

I turn around and look up at him with surprised shock on my face. "Why would you say that?" I ask Drew, genuinely confused. Yes, Randy is attractive and a gentleman, but I can already tell he's not Drew.

"Because I saw how you looked at him and how he looked at you. You've looked at me with nothing but fear or a neutral face. So if you want to be with him, like I said, I won't stop you," Drew tells me and the look on his face hurts my heart.

I walk up to him and grab the front of his shirt. Looking up at Drew, I can see in his eyes that he doesn't want me to leave and honestly, neither do I. "I don't know what you saw, but it wasn't what you thought it was. And maybe at first, yes, I looked at you with fear. You're a huge man and very intimidating, but spending the time with you that I have, I've learned that looks are deceiving. You've been nothing but kind and patient with me. So, no," I shake my head at Drew.

"No?" Drew asks with vulnerability.

"No, I don't want to spend time with Randy. I want to stay here with you," I tell him and Drew's reaction is one of joy that I can't help but give a genuine smile to. "I may not be completely comfortable around you, but I know I'm more comfortable around you than I am him. You don't want it known, but I can tell you are just a gentle giant."

Drew grabs my hands that are still attached to his shirt, "aye, that I am, but only to those that matter most to me. I am king after all and I do have to keep my reputation of being a big and bad Scottish man to keep people in check," he tells me and cracks a closed mouthed smirk in my direction.

"Oh, I know you do," I reply and break my hold on Drew's shirt, effectively making him release his hold on me, "why do you think I looked at you with such fear? I've heard nothing but bad about you and to actually see the size of you…can you really blame me?" I ask Drew, walking towards a table covered with books.

"No, I guess I can't," he replies and makes his way in my direction, "then again, you are a tiny thing; I do tower over you," Drew stands next to me, proving his point of his large stature. His size still intimidates me, so I take a step away from him. "Sorry, I keep doing that," he smiles shyly down at me.

"It's okay, Drew. I need to get use to you at some point," I reply and he smiles so wide, it looks like his face would split in half if he smiled any bigger. My eyes widen at his sudden happiness, "w–why are you smiling like that?" I ask Drew, puzzled.

"You called me Drew," he tells me and I look up at him with realization that I in fact did. I didn't know that one small thing could make him so happy. "You think I've gone mad for reacting in such a way, don't you?" Drew asks me, delight still coats his tone.

I laugh at his excitement, "no, not at all. I promise. It makes me happy to see you excited about it," I tell him and he looks at me with a little bit of skepticism.

"It does?"

I sigh and walk back up to him and to prove my point, I slowly, but with confidence, cup the side of Drew's face and stroke my thumb on his cheek, like he did to me. "On the contrary to how I've been acting, I am happy that me calling you by your name makes you happy," I tell him.

Drew takes my hand and holds it in both of his larger ones, "if you don't mind me asking, why the sudden change in behavior towards me? Last night, you were absolutely terrified of me and wanted me nowhere near you and now, you're calling me by my name like I asked in the beginning and you are allowing physical contact between us. So why? What's changed?" He asks me and I become nervous in answering him.