Hello my lovelies! Here is the latest chapter and we are introduced to a new character! I'm not using his ring name...I'm using his real name in this. I'd love for y'all to welcome Mr. Styles into the story! :) As always, I want to give my girls JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! This story wouldn't be what it is without you! I love you ladies!

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Lucy POV

The following morning, I wake up to an empty and cold bed, immediately recognizing Drew's absence. But what I find instead is a piece of parchment paper and a single red rose sitting on top of his pillow. Seeing them makes me think about last night and guilt instantly grows in my chest when I was wishing that Drew was actually Randy. I was blinded by lust and on a high from Randy earlier in the day which explains it, but it doesn't excuse me wanting Randy in that moment instead of Drew.

I do love Drew and he is an incredible husband and lover. I love the way he makes me feel and treats me and the route my mind went to was and is not fair to Drew. I can't let the way I feel about Randy get in the way of my relationship with Drew.

Sitting up, I take the rose by the stem, making sure to avoid the thorns and place it to my nose, smelling the beautiful flower with a smile. Gently placing it aside, I grab the paper and see that it's a note from Drew.

My Dearest Lucy,

I feel terrible about leaving you to wake up alone, but Leslie and I left for the day to do some much needed catching up to do. I haven't seen her in some time, so I wanted to make a day of it. I hope you're not too angry with me and my decision.

With Sheamus here as well, I have Randy taking care of showing him the ins and outs and where we go to practice. A lot of his time is going to be occupied entertaining Sheamus and his men around and such.

With that being said, you have the day to yourself to do whatever you please with it. Just please be careful and don't do anything reckless to put yourself into harms way. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you.

I love you, My Queen and I will see you later tonight.

All my love,

Drew

Setting Drew's note on my vanity for the short time being, I get dressed in a less fancy dress, not wanting to ruin my good ones, deciding that I'm going to spend my day with Blaze out in the open fields while the day is beautiful. We've had little to no rain these past couple of days and I want to take advantage of that.

I put my hair into a French braid, leaving the end of it to hang over my shoulder. I place Drew's note to me in the top drawer of my vanity before checking myself in the mirror one last time before making my way out to grab a quick breakfast before beginning my day.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I make my way over to the stables and seek put Blaze. When I walk inside, I notice Drew's horse and the one next to it is gone, so I gather and assume that he and Leslie went out to wherever they were going with the horses.

Walking around the corner to where Blaze is located, I grab his saddle that sits on top of a crate outside of his stall, but the second I grab it, something dark catches my eye in the far corner, being mostly hidden by the piled up hay. Cautiously walking closer to it, I gasp quietly realizing that it's a human…a man.

I'm conflicted on what to do because I don't know if this man is dangerous or not. What man would willingly sleep in a stable filled with a bunch of smelly horses? I don't have to decide because he decided for me when his eyes snap open, startling me. But his reaction is not what I expected. He quickly sits up and looks at me with so much fear radiating from his blue eyes. He tries to scuttle back and away from me, but the wall and hay behind him prevent him from succeeding.

"Oh god, please don't hurt me! Please! I'm…I'm sor–sorry for intrudin'. It was so cold. I–I had nowhere to go. I promise I didn't steal anythin'! I just–I just needed a place to stay for the night," he stutters out with a whimper and my heart breaks immediately, but what catches my attention is the deep black and blue bruise that has formed around his eye. Not to mention his lip is severely split open. He is in commoners clothing, so I know that he is either from the village or a worker at another place of royalty in a nearby kingdom.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright. Calm down, please. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't hurt you. I promise you have my word," I tell him softly, not wanting to frighten him anymore than he already is as I slowly close the distance between us. He looks absolutely petrified to be in my presence as he tries to futility back away from me.

"Please…please don't," he whimpers quietly, cowering, as I get closer to him. "I'm sorry…please," his whimpers becomes whispers and he flinches when I gently place my hand onto his shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you," I reassure him quietly, not wanting to spook him anymore than he already is. I crouch down, so I'm at his level and he warily looks over at me. The pure fear shining through his eyes absolutely tears my heart apart because I know how he's feeling. I know exactly what he's gone through. You don't get a black eye and a split lip like that from just nowhere.

When his blue eyes meet my brown ones, I smile, letting him see in it that I mean him no harm. "I'm not going to hurt you, sweetie. I promise," I whisper. "What is your name?" I ask him after he sits up, but he puts as much distance in between us as possible, although it's not much.

"A–Allen," he replies timidly and I smile softly. Allen. I like it.

"It's nice to meet you, Allen. My name is Lucia, but you can call me Lucy," I tell him and reach my hand up to tuck some of his hair that got into his face behind his ear, but he flinches violently away from my touch. I frown at the action, but I understand where he is coming from. I don't let that stop me though; I continue what I was going to do to show him that I meant what I said. Following through, I carefully tuck his shoulder length dark brown hair behind his ear, allowing me to see his face better.

"See? I'm not going to hurt you. I have a lot more in common with you than you'll believe. And don't ask me how I would I know. Just getting one glimpse at you let me know that I do," I tell Allen and he looks at me strangely. I release a tinkling laugh at the look on his face and even though it was subtle, I see a small smile play on his lips.

"With all due respect…Lucy. But who are you?" Allen asks and lowers his eyes to the ground.

"I was going to ask you that same question, but since you beat me to it…" I begin to say and Allen flinches at the word beat. "Sorry, poor choice of wording," I smile sheepishly at him, "but I'm Lucy McIntyre. The Queen of Scotland," I tell him and his eyes widen as his face drains of color like he's just seen a ghost. He scrambles to his feet before getting down onto one knee in front of me, bowing his head.

"Please forgive me, your Royal Highness. If I had any idea, I would have treated you with more respect," Allen said and I can hear the terror in his voice at learning who I am.

"Allen, please get off the dirty ground. I don't want you to treat me like every other person I come across. I can tell you are different and like I already told you, I have more in common with you than you even know. Come," I say, patting the hay next to me, "sit back down. Please. I don't want you to be afraid of me. I just want to be your friend," I tell him, letting my voice be sincere behind my words.

He slowly gets to his feet and reclaims the spot he just vacated. When Allen bowed his head, the hair that I had tucked behind his ear had fallen forward once more, getting into his face. I giggle and he looks at me with question in his eyes. "I'm going to have to get you a hair tie; it keeps getting into your face," I answer his unasked question and he cracks a small smile. "I like your smile, Allen," I say and he blushes slightly at my comment.

"T–Thank you, My Queen," he replied quietly and I flash him a disapproving look.

"I told you not to call me that. Please, call me Lucy. I mean that," I correct him and he nods.

"My apologies. Alright. Thank you…Lucy, for your kind words. I like your smile, too. In fact, I think you are absolutely beautiful. And I'm not just sayin' that because you are the Queen. I really do mean it," Allen tells me and it's my turn to blush.

"Thank you. That's very sweet of you, Allen," I reply, a bit shy. The only real attention I've gotten from men are Drew and Randy. So to have another man as handsome as Allen tell me the same thing is very flattering. Considering where I came from.

Releasing a small chuckle, I see light and happiness for the first time in Allen's eyes since coming across him not even 15 minutes ago. "You're very welcome, Lucy, but I was just speakin' the truth," he tells me and I cock my head to the side at his accent. It's clearly not Scottish.

"If you don't mind me asking, where are you from? You certainly don't have a Scottish accent. It sounds almost more…country. At least that is what I gathered from the books I've read," I say with a shrug of my shoulders paired with a grin. I'm rewarded with a smile. A real genuine smile from Allen.

"I guess you could say that. I'm actually from America. Georgia to be exact. It is one of the southern states and we all have this accent over there. I've been in Scotland for the better part of a year now," Allen explained and I nod my understanding.

"That does explain it. What made you leave America to come here? Isn't America the land of opportunity?" I ask him and he shakes his head with a quiet laugh and shake of his head.

"Let me guess, you read that in one of your books, too?" Allen retorted and I shrug my shoulder nonchalantly with a nod of my head. "Figures. Some people may perceive it in that way, but really, there is nothin' special. I lost both of my parents and I'm an only child. I had nothin' there for me, so I hopped on a ship to Scotland and well, here I am…" he added, sounding like he was talking about the weather.

"Oh Allen, I'm so sorry to hear about your parents, that's terrible," I tell him, resting my hand on top of his that is resting next to his thigh. He quickly snatches it away, resting it in his lap and I sigh sadly. "I'm sorry. I should know better," I say quietly and he looks at me in confusion.

Allen POV

"I'm not sure I follow," I respond, still completely baffled by everything that has happened in the last 30 minutes or so. How, why and since when would the Queen of Scotland apologize to a nobody like me for placing her hand over mine. I don't even understand why she is still here, talkin' to me. But what I really don't get is why she said she is a lot like me. How in the hell could she be so much like me?

Lucy looks over at me with sadness in her eyes. Lifting her hand up, my eyes follow it as she places it on her lip and then her eye. "With what happened to you. I've had the same thing happen to me…and worse. If it weren't for Drew. The King. I'd probably be dead right now," Lucy tells me and my eyes widen in shock. I was not expecting to hear her say that. In fact, it was the last thing I expected to hear.

"Lucy, I…" I begin, but she cuts me off with a shake of her head.

"It's alright. I'm safe now and so are you. I don't know where you came from, but I don't want you going back. Not if I can help it," Lucy tells me and I look at her in disbelief.

"But you don't even know me," I respond.

"That's just it, Allen. Yes, you are right that I don't know you, but at the same time I do. We've been through similar situations and I know you don't wanna go back to where you ran from because when I ran away from my father, I knew I never wanted to return. I know you'd never want to willingly put yourself back into harms way. Let me help you…please," Lucy pleads. I look at her for a few moments, genuinely curious as to why she wants to help me so badly.

"What happened? To you, I mean. What did your father do to you that made you run?" I ask before giving her an answer. I turn towards Lucy, becoming just a little bit more comfortable with her, but I still keep my guard up. "If you don't want to tell me, I'll understand," I add softly and repeat Lucy's action by placing my hand on top of hers.

Lucy snaps her head up to look at me, surprise shining in her eyes, but they are filled with a happiness I can't decipher, but I can still see sadness in them. "I guess I should start from beginning. Unless you just want the short version? I don't want to bore you," she says and I wrap my fingers around Lucy's, smiling gently at her, only because it hurts to smile widely due to my lip.

"Tell me whatever or however much you'd like to tell me. I'll listen no matter what," I reply, giving her much smaller hand a tiny squeeze and she nods her head, a far away look developing on her face.

"It pretty much started since the day I was born," Lucy begins and even though she doesn't see it, a look of horror mixed with anger grows on my face. What kind of father would hate their own child since the day they were born? If and when I ever have a child, I would love it unconditionally, no matter what he or she does.

"My mom died giving birth to me. She wanted to name me Lucia if I was a girl or Benjamin if I was a boy. But that is besides the point. As soon as I was old enough to do the basic things like clean, tend the garden and crops. Shopping. Anything that a 5 year old was capable of doing, I was forced to do. I had no friends growing up. I only had 3 dresses to my name. I had to be up at or around the same time everyday. If there was one thing out of place or if I cooked something wrong, he beat me for it.

"I've been called every name under the sun. I've been called a mistake, worthless, useless. You name it, I was probably called it. He drank all the time, so he was pretty much a functioning alcoholic; he would beat me up just for the fun of it or because he was bored. He drilled into my head that no one would want anything to do with me. That no one would ever love me. That I'd be alone forever because I wouldn't be able to survive without him.

"One day, I got fed up with putting up with his abuse, so I ran and never looked back. I came across some of Drew's men and they brought me back to him. Drew and I got close. He lost his wife last year to a pack of wolves and he needed to find a new wife so he could solidify his position as King once more and I was the next woman to come into his life since Jenna died. Word got out that I was in his life, so his people were expecting him to marry this woman and well, here I am," Lucy says, still looking out at nothing, lost in her own mind.

I gently touch her hand once more to bring her back to the now and she looks over at me, startled, but there are unshed tears in her eyes. "Are you happy, Lucy? Like really happy? You wouldn't be cryin' like this if you were," I ask her, being careful not to cross any lines. I can't help but ask her though because the look on her face is that of one who is just living through the motions.

Something deep inside tells me that she has no idea what she is doing. That she has no idea why she is queen. That she has no desire to be queen. She just wants to be happy and free from the abuse of her father. And while she has that here, the happiness she shows is a facade. Even I can see that from the short time I've been in her presence and from how she's been interacting with me. Something tells me that this is the real her. From the get go of her walking in on me until now. With the way she has been explaining everything to me has me thinking that she has to act a certain way as to not make the King look bad.

"I am happy. Not the way I'd like to be, but I am happy," Lucy tells me and I immediately know she's not telling me the truth by the look in her eyes. I don't push the subject though because I can tell that it's a sensitive one.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. But you are right. We do have more in common than I wanted to believe. I wasn't abused by my father, but I was from my master…where I fled from. Like your father, nothin' made him happy. I was pretty much his errand boy. If I was late with anythin', he would beat me. I was always on time with everything. What would make me late was the person getting to me what I needed to get to him. If he didn't like the messages I had to relay or the news given to him, he would beat me. It was a vicious cycle I couldn't get out of or avoid, so I left. I ran. And that is when you found me…with a split lip and a bruised eye," I tell Lucy and a look of heartbreak crosses her beautiful face.

"Please don't feel sorry for me. It is what it is and I was able to remove myself from it. As far as I'm concerned, I'm in a much better situation now. Especially now that I've met you," I add and her eyes light up at the new revelation.

"So does that mean that you will let me help you? Drew is a good man and I know he would never hurt you. I don't want you to ever think of that place again. Not if I can help it," Lucy says and before I know what I'm doing, I nod my head. I'm met with a squeal of happiness and Lucy's eyes brighten at my answer.

The fact that me accepting her offer made her as happy as it did, stirs something inside of me. I want to get to know her better. Even if it's just as friends. I can see that she is a gentle and harmless soul who just wants to love and be loved. And if I'm that person she needs as a friend in her life, I will be just that.

"Yes, I'll let you help me. I just hope that the King will be alright with it; I don't want to upset him," I reply and Lucy shoots up to her feet, standing in front of me, holding her hand out to me.

"It's alright, I just want to take you to the medical wing so I can help with your eye and lip. I promise that Drew will be alright with it, I know it won't upset him. In fact, if you're alright with it, we actually do need someone to look after the horses and they seemed to have taken a liking to you. They usually get spooked easily around strangers, especially my Blaze here, but he seems to actually like you; he's been trying to get your attention this entire time," Lucy tells me.

I take her hand, letting her help me up, but I turn towards Blaze and hold my palm out to him so he can pick up my scent better. Cautiously placing my hand over his snoot, Blaze surprises me by gently nudging it and it gives me the go ahead to continue petting him until I reach the spot between his eyes. Blaze quietly snorts and closes his eyes, so something tells me he likes what I'm doing.

I look over at Lucy with a smile to already find one on her beautiful face as she watches me interact with her horse. "You were right, I think he does. I would love nothin' more than to take care of them. I know they won't hurt me and they'll appreciate my help. Even if they can't voice it," I say with a grin and it causes Lucy to release a small giggle that has my smile broadening, but I wince when it becomes too much, making my lip worse.

"Come, please let me help you with your lip and eye," Lucy says, sadly as she gently tugs me by my arm. I let her guide me to the castle and the closer we get to it, the more my anxiety begins to flare up.

"L–Lucy, I…I don't know about this. After what I've been through…being around new people. I don't want to be puttin' attention onto myself. Especially onto you; you're the Queen and to have them see you with the likes of me," I say, uneasiness in my tone and Lucy stops to look up at me.

"I don't care what they say or what they have to say. They know better than to spread false rumors. You're my friend and I'm helping you. If they decide to whisper and it gets back to me, something will be done about it. Just stay with me and you'll be fine," she replied. Breathing heavily through my nose, I nod my head, trusting Lucy's word and follow her through a side door into the castle and down a long hallway that leads to the medical wing.

The room is smaller than I anticipated, but I sit on the table that Lucy directed me to and I watch her as she grabs all of the necessary items to help bruises and apparently a split lip. While she is distracted, I take the chance to really notice how beautiful Lucy is and the way she bites her lip while she is deep in concentration in making sure she grabs the correct items.

When she turns back towards me, Lucy stops short in her tracks and looks at me with a smile. "What?" She asks, walking towards me and places the supplies on the the table next to me.

"Nothin'. Just admirin' at how beautiful you are," I reply and Lucy looks down and I can see the blush rise in her neck and cheeks. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate; you are still queen after all," I say, silently scolding myself. What in the hell is wrong with you, flirtin' with the Queen of Scotland?! I don't care if you're attracted to her, she is married for cryin' out loud.

"That's very sweet of you and please, don't apologize. I don't want you treating me like I'm the queen. I want you to treat me like any other person. You're the only normal person I've been around or come across in the past 2 months; it's…nice," Lucy says with a smile, grabbing a cotton ball and what looks to be alcohol.

"Well, I'm glad I'm able to provide you with some sort of normalcy. If I'm bein' honest…OW!" I yelp when the alcohol soaked cotton ball hits my lip.

"Sorry," Lucy said quietly, looking down, ashamed of her self, "I've should have warned you I was going to do that," she whispers.

"Lucy," I call her name softly, but she doesn't acknowledge she's heard me, even though I know she did. We're the only two in the room and it's dead quiet in the small space. "Lucy, please look at me," I continue, but she still refuses to meet my blue eyes. I release a quiet sigh and reach out, gently lifting her chin until she looks at me. "It's alright. I'm not mad; I know you didn't do it on purpose. I'm a big boy and I can take the pain; besides, I've had much worse done to me," I add quietly and a look of haunted disbelief crosses her beautiful face.

"Oh Allen, I'm so sorry," Lucy whispers brokenly, "no harm will come to you while you're here; not if I can help it. We may not know each other, but I know we both have a connection with one another because of what has happened to us. If anyone is going to understand the other…its you and I," Lucy says with a small smile that I can't help but return. "Now…" she adds, holding up the cotton ball once more with a grin, "this time I'll warn you about it, although I don't think I need to," Lucy said and I chuckle.

"No, I don't think you do," I chuckle and watch Lucy's face as she concentrates on her task of helping me. Never in my 30 years of life has someone been as kind to me as Lucy has in the short time I've known her. I'm glad we stumbled across each other because I could really use a friend like her. Not to mention the fact that she is giving me a job, ultimately allowing me to stay.

"There we are. All done with your lip," Lucy says happily before looking up into my eyes and her smile drops a little, "unfortunately, the only thing I'll really be able to do about your eye is give you some ice to help with some of the swelling," she tells me and I brazenly reach out to grab the end of her braided hair, playing with it between my fingers.

"Allen?" Lucy gently calls my name and I snap back into the room, looking at her with a horrified look on my face as I release her hair.

"Shoot! Oh my god, I am so sorry. I–I didn't mean to," I stutter out and Lucy holds a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"It's alright," she grins before removing her finger. "Besides, I've been wanting to run my fingers through your hair since we met earlier. I've never seen a man with such a beautiful mane of hair," she says and my eyes widen with a blush.

"That's very kind of you. Although, I don't see as to how; my hair is very dirty right now," I reply and I can begin to see Lucy's mind race a mile a minute until her eyes land back onto mine with a smile.

"That can be fixed. I'm sure you're hungry, too. Let's run you a bath, I'll go grab some clean clothes for you and while you get yourself cleaned up, I'll have something prepared for you," Lucy begins to spout out and I shake my head.

"No, I couldn't possibly. You've already done more than enough for me," I say, trying to decline, but Lucy is having none of it.

Lucy POV

"Nonsense. I want to do this, now come," I say, grabbing Allen's arm and I can feel how solid his bicep is. Oh my…NO. I can't. He's vulnerable right now after everything he's been through and besides, he doesn't see me in that way.

He seems to give in because, Allen follows behind me as I guide him to where he can freshen himself up. Along the way, I grab fresh clothes as well, handing them to him, "I'm sorry they aren't nicer, but…" I begin and Allen cuts me off, taking the clothes from me.

"Please, stop apologizing. I don't care about that. You've already done enough for me. Worrying about what kind of clothes I'm given is at the bottom of my list; I'm beyond grateful…honestly," he says.

"Very well," I nod my head and continue into one of the few private rooms we have for our workers to bathe themselves in. "Alright, everything you need is in here," bringing him into the room and turn to look at him. I still can't get over how handsome he is, not to mention his piercing blue eyes, but his hair definitely does help. Snap out of it, Lucia! "Is there anything else you need before I make my leave? I'll come check on you in about a half an hour or so. There is a lock on the door for your peace of mind," I tell him and he shakes his head.

"Naw, I think I'm set, thank you, though," he replies and I nod my head once with a smile.

"Of course. I'll leave you to it, then," I say, making my leave, closing the door behind me. I make my way down the halls until I get to the kitchen and grab the attention of Otis. I asked him to whip up something quick with whatever he had available and in no time, he had the meal in my hands.

After finishing his bathing and eating his meal, I show Allen to where he will be staying because with it being up to me, I'm not letting him stay in that stable with those stinky horses. "Really, this is way too much, Lucy," Allen tells me as we walk back out to the stables and I look over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's not. You were in a very similar situation as I was and you needed somewhere to stay. We need the help and I know you'll fit in perfectly here. But can I confess something to you and trust that you'll keep it to yourself?" I ask Allen, sitting down on one of the small benches located in the stable.

Taking the empty spot next to me, Allen looks over at me with a look in his eyes that tells me I can. "Of course you can, Lucy. Whatever it is you have to say will be safe with me. You basically rescued me so it's the least that I could do," he tells me and I smile gratefully at him.

I can't believe you're actually about to say what you've been thinking for some time and to someone you hardly know, no less. But you know there is something about Allen that allows you to be able to trust him. I just hope he doesn't look at me like I'm a bad person after I tell him what has been plaguing me.

"Obviously, we have something in common with what has unfortunately happened to the both of us," I begin and Allen nods his head, but a small look of confusion swims in his blue eyes. "When I told you earlier that if it wasn't for Drew, that I most likely wouldn't be alive right now. I just…" I sigh heavily before continuing, "I felt obligated to be where I'm at right now. Drew lost his first wife in a terrible accident last year and I was the first female to cross paths with him after he lost Jenna.

"He needed a new queen to be by his side and when word got out that there was a new female in his life, everyone was excepting Drew to remarry," I say and while I take a beat, trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a complete and total bitch, Allen voices his thoughts.

"You were the one to be the new queen," he said and I nod my head, but he can see in my eyes that there is more. He cocks his head to the side subtly, trying to figure it out, "…you don't want to be queen, do you?" Allen asked and I shake my head, tears falling from my eyes.

"No, I don't," I whisper. "I love Drew, but–but I'm not queen material. I've never been courted because I was sheltered all my life. Outside of my father, Drew and his best friend Randy are the only males who have been in my life, so I don't know what to think, Allen," I whisper.

"Hey..hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm here now and you can come talk to me or visit me whenever you want to get away. If you need an escape, I'll be more than happy to be that escape for you," he says and reaches up to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "I like you, Lucy and I know this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship for us," Allen adds and I nod my head.

"Thank you," I whisper again, but this time I rest my head on his shoulder and I can't help but smile when he grabs my hand with his own and laces our fingers together, resting them on his thigh.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Allen whispers back and I can feel him press a kiss to the top of my head that has my smile widening.

Allen POV

There is something about Lucy that has drawn me in. And it has nothing to do with the connection she and I share from the horrors that we were forced to go through. Those unfortunately events only made us closer and help us understand one another better. We know how it feels.

These people Lucy was and yes I'm going to use the word forced…hate me all you want, but that's what it is…to be in relations with have no idea what it is and was like to literally live life in hell and face the horrors of being beaten on a daily basis. I'm not saying they are bad people, I'm sure they're not, but to force someone who was so sheltered her entire life and not know the first thing about the life of royalty, only for it to be thrust upon her so unexpectedly, I can understand why she hates the situation she's been put in.

I've already come to the decision that I'll be whatever she wants me to be. Now that this woman is in my life…this angel from above who rescued me…I'm not leaving hers. Wherever she goes…I go.