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a/n: I am really sorry it took so long for me to update. I really want to thank Sandra Athrenael, fuzzi fox, Alatira-intelar, and for giving me some ideas. I really appreciate it. And thanks to my new Beta-ish, Sandra Athrenael
Adhemar

Will turned to see Kate standing about twenty feet away from Adhemar. Her fists were clenched and her entire body was shaking with rage.

"He's dead," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

"Well, serves him right for trying to give a woman any sort of education." retorted Adhemar. Kate was just about to charge at him when Will caught her around the waist.

"Sir Thatcher." Sneered Adhemar with a nod as he turned on his heel and walked off. Kate was still shaking and Will could tell that she was crying, he turned her in his arms and gently stroked her back. After a few minutes Kate made him release his grip.

"Thanks." She said looking down. She was obviously embarrassed about not concealing her tears well enough.

"What are friends for?" He answered, smiling warmly. With that she walked away leaving Will to stare absent- mindedly after her. He really could not understand it. He knew that he was in love with Jocelyn, but Kate gave him a feeling inside that could not compare to the feelings he had when Jocelyn was around. They had such different personality traits he found it hard to chose, but he knew there would come a time when he would have to.

"William," Will turned around to see Jocelyn coming towards him, "You need to tell me what there is between you and Kate." She announced.

"What do you mean?"

"Romantically," said Jocelyn noticing the confused look on Will's face.

"We're merely friends, Jocelyn. You still allow me friends, do you not?"

"Well, you seem to be spending a lot of time with her." Jocelyn said with a demanding tone to her voice.

"And I repeat: We are friends!"

"If you loved me then you would stop seeing her." She ordered

"I can't do that." His voice noticeably softened at this, a pained look flashing across his face.

"Why?" Will could hear the anger in her voice.

"Jocelyn. How many times must I repeat this to you! Friends do not just stop conversing with one another like that!"

"Then you do not love me." Will felt no urge to run after her, and that was when he really realized it for the first time. He was in love with Kate. He then turned and headed back to their camp site, whispering, "then I do not love you."

As the sun set a hooded figure walked into a nearby pub. He walked over to the bar and sat down.

"What can I get for you?" asked the bartender, coming over.

"Where do I go if I want someone....eliminated?" The hooded figure asked quietly, leaning in very close to the heavy, red faced man serving drinks.

The bartender looked around cautiously before answering, he then gestured over to a door in the back of the pub. The man nodded in thanks and headed to the back of the room. He knocked on the door and after some time, a loud, frightening voice came from the other side.

"Enter." It was dark inside and he could just barely make out two men sitting at a table at the back of the room. The figure walked over and placed his hands on the table firmly.

"I hear you are the ones to come to if I want someone eliminated?" He said slowly, letting the words roll of his tongue and seep into the air.

"That is correct, for a price." The heavier man said, stepping into the light of the only lit torch in the room. The cloaked man could just make out the man's horrid face as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small sack of gold coins. The second man took the sack and examined a few coins, biting down on them as if to question their value. Once he was fully satisfied, he stuck out his hand, the hooded figure shook it.

"Now, who is it that you want us to eliminate?"

"Her name is Kate, my good men. She is Sir William Thatcher's fairess; I assume you've heard of him." The men nodded.

"What I need you to do is to capture her from her campsite and take her into the nearest woods, I will meet you there. Make sure she is alive. I want to kill her myself." The men nodded and shook the hand of the man with a cloak once more before he exited the pub entirely.

a/n: Thanks again to Sandra for beta-ing.