AN: Hey everyone. I'm glad so many of you enjoyed the last chapter, and thank you very much to all the wonderful people who took the time to review. I'll be honest though I was a little disappointed that I received less reviews than on chapter one. I mean I don't think any writer wants to see their reviews go down, if anything I want to see them go up. I would really love it if I could get like 20 reviews for this chapter or something. I'd be over the moon if you guys could make that happen. Either way I'm so thankful for the people who did review and left very encouraging comments.

Here is chapter three. I hope some questions will be answered in it. I have a few comments to make about this chapter but I'll write them at the end so I don't give anything away. I know last time there wasn't much rory/logan action, but I promise that this chapter makes up for it. Lots of Rogan goodness in it. Anyways I hope you really enjoy it and please review!

Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

Only a day had passed since Rory had arrived in this new land and forced into a small camp with all the other captured slaves. She tried to keep to hut that she shared with two other women. It wouldn't take long for the news to spread through the camp, the faintest sound of whispers could already be heard spreading word of her arrival there. Rory wasn't ready for them to found out that she had been caught and was with them; she wasn't ready for that responsibility. Their people didn't have an official leader the way the more advanced providences did with their kings. Her mother, however, was the high priestess Lorelai. The one that people in trouble turned to for guidance. The high priestess didn't dictate or create laws, but simply allowed her people to have freedom and to live as they see fit. Only during conflict would she step in to settle issues. She was a figure for everything that they stood for, and existed to maintain peace amongst people.

As her daughter, Rory was to follow in her footsteps. She spent her days wandering the lands and learning all that she could about her people, so that when the day came for her to step in, she would be ready to perform her duties. Rory and her mother dwelled deep in the forest, and were not often seen by the average person. They were not to associate with the common folk so as to keep their judgments none bias and could fairly resolve qualms amongst the people. There were often rumors that an heir did not exist, while others claimed to have seen Rory walk along the shores of lakes. Only those who seek guidance may find the high priestess.

Initially Rory hoped that her solitary existence would help keep her identity a secret. That was being proven to be hopeful thought; people would recognize her. She feared what they would expect of her. Deep down Rory knew she had the confidence and strength to bring her enslaved people together and lead them to a happier existence. It had been proven in her act of defiance on the boat. She just wasn't ready to accept such responsibility yet.

Outside she could hear a commotion. She walked to the entrance of her small shelter and saw three men dressed in royal garments walking through the camp. The blond she recognized as the captain from the boat and immediately knew nothing good could come from his presence there. People dropped to their knees as he walked pass, none of them daring to look at the faces of the men. She saw them summon a few young women to stand before them, and fearing the worse Rory quickly emerged from her place of hiding and went towards them.

"I see our great Master and Commander has condescended to be seen with us low lifes," Rory said in an insulting manner as she approached them. The three men turned their attention to her and a scowl overtook Logan's face as he realized who was speaking. Save the other few girls, Rory was the only one who was not on her knees paying respect. Few of those who were bent down risked a glance up to see the slave that spoke with defiance. Incomprehensible whispers could be heard, but Rory knew what it was they were saying.

"Silence!" Logan bellowed while glaring at Rory.

Finn grinned elbowing Colin in the ribs and whispered, "that's her."

Rory ignored their comment, choosing to focus her stare on Logan. He puffed out his chest making himself look bigger, "it's good to see that you've finally realized your place," he commented.

Rory crossed her arms, "and I see you haven't realized yours." She raised her eyebrows and continued impertinently, "for some one who thinks very highly of his royal self you're often slumming around with us slaves. People might start to get the wrong impression of you, Captain." Logan opened his mouth to speak, but Rory boldly took a step forward on the edge of invading his personal space. "What does bring you here, in search of another night time partner?"

"Ohhh," he started knowingly, " Is that why you ran out here so fast. Why do you always jump to the conclusion that I'm looking for sex?" he raised an eyebrow and continued, "makes me question what's on your mind. Or perhaps who?"

"How dare you…?" She started, but was quickly interrupted.

"And while I understand why you would want to be in my bed, I simply feel it's my duty to decline the offer. I am a gentlemen, and an engaged one at that." He flashed her a smile that could melt a million hearts.

Rory huffed and pouted her lips, "then why are you here?"

"My business is of no concern to you. I will not condescend to explaining my actions to a slave," mocking her previous words.

"I find it interesting that you only use the word slave when you find yourself in an unwelcoming confrontation."

Colin and Finn had gone blue in the face from trying to hold in laughter, while Logan's face was now red, infuriated by the comment and slightly embarrassed. They stood facing each other in a stubborn silence. The tension between them thickened until it made everyone around them fidget uncomfortably.

This time Logan was the one to take a step bringing them only inches apart. Identical scowls covered their faces. The proximity forced Rory to look up, but the fire in her eyes showed a fearlessness Logan had never seen in a slave let alone a woman. "You need to learn some respect. What makes you think you can speak to me that way," inquired Logan through clenched teeth.

"The fact that you're all talk, and no action."

"You want to see action?" he threatened, "well congratulations you just became the princess' new personal servant." He took a step back, smirking triumphantly.

Rory gaped and let her shoulders fall still trying to comprehend what he'd just said. Moreover shocked that he had managed to corner her the way he did. What had her hasty remarks gotten her into? She couldn't even imagine all the awful things that the princess would make her do. A fate worse than death surely.

"We must leave immediately. I will personally walk you to the princess' quarters," Logan said as he grabbed Rory by the arm. "Are you two coming?" he asked Colin and Finn.

"Well, mate, I think I'm going to stick around here," said Finn, but his eyes were focused on redhead off in the distance. Colin nodded his head in agreement and the two turned to explore the new slave camp further.

Logan began to walk back towards the palace and Rory followed behind him obediently. She stayed one step behind him in silence as they made they're way to the castle. Logan eyed the girl curiously. She looked meek and not one to typically speak out of turn. She was small and yet she fought like warrior on the boat. He wondered where the fire inside her came from. She was peculiar and unlike anyone he had ever encountered before, including all the people had met during his travels. Even more so it irked him that she was so quiet now with her head hanging, and staring at the ground.

"You can talk you know," he said.

She looked up and starred at him with softer eyes this time. "I don't know what to talk about."

"Well you sure didn't seem to run out of things to say back at the camp, Ace," he said smirking as he saw her eyes narrow.

"Why do you call me that?

"You're an Ace fighter. You're not afraid of a challenge."

The compliment caught Rory off guard, "I don't think I'm much of a fighter. I've never been very courageous," she stated.

"Could have fooled me. Guess I'm just lucky then," Logan said, and the two fell back into a silence.

As they walked along the stone path nearing the majestic building that loomed near. Rory again turned her attention to Logan and asked, "Why are you war with us?"

"Land, money, power, I don't really know if it's any in particular," he replied honestly.

"How can you cause suffering to so many people without a reason."

"That's what war is. It's what you have to do to stay on top. Sometimes you need to be ruthless. Besides slaves eventually become accustomed to our province, and learn to make it their home," he said in a nonchalant tone as they reached the doors of the palace.

The comment angered Rory and she turned to face him pushing against his chest with a finger. She looked up at him and exclaimed, "know this Captain. You may have the riches and the power to go to war and ravage our innocent country. You may be able to capture us, and makes us your slaves. But no amount of money, and no amount of power will ever be enough to capture our loyalty and our spirit. We will never be accustomed to this land; it will never be our home!"

Logan inhaled sharply feeling the passion in her words. He wanted to reply, but couldn't find the words to argue her accusations. It didn't help that he was increasingly aware of how close she was standing to him. He could do nothing but stare down at her, watching the raising of her chest as she breathed heavily, and trying not to get lost in the two deep oceans that were her eyes. Finn was right. The ocean is merciless place.

Logan exhaled slowly and took a step away from her realizing neither had moved in minutes. "This is her door," he said to her quietly as he knocked. "You will still sleep at the camp, but will return here in the morning to do whatever the princess asks of you." Just then the door opened to reveal Louise in a half made dress.

"I knew it would be you," she squealed throwing her arms around Logan. "Is this her?" she asked looking at the girl next to him.

"Yes," he affirmed. "Louise this is your new servant Rory. Rory may I present to you her highness, Princess Louise."

AN: I really don't know if I personally like this chapter. I had a lot of trouble writing a quick witted interaction between Rory and Logan. It think after a few tries I wrote something decent. But I don't want to write a decent story, I want a great story. As well, I'm trying to keep their banter somewhat humourous, but I find myself always falling into a more serious conversation about war, or the exploitation of innocence. I would really appreciate any comments, advice, or ideas you guys can give me to help me fix it. Or if you think I'm doing just fine with the dialogue then let me know too. Thanks for reading. Please Review!