The fort now fills with joyful banter, chatter and cheerful laughter.

The old knight soldier, Swift, and of course, the dashing Ben Finn stand by the small bar bench built into the corner of the fort, a tankard of old ale in their hands, as the other men dance around the ground, acting like drunken fools.

The three men always knew how to handle their liquor. Ben and Walter would often have competitions on who can drink on another under the table. Obviously, Captain Finn always fought a losing challenge, considering Sir Walter Beck had years on the boy. Ben would always end up staggering home, or staggering into another woman's bed for a nights rest.

"She's a lively one!" Swift speaks, looking over at the hero princess as she dances with several of the guards, spinning her around clumsily, almost causing her to fall.

"She is, my old friend." Walter says proudly, after all, he did almost raise this woman. "And that's without booze!"

"HO-HO!" Swift bellows, taking a large swig of his ale.

Ben turns to look at the woman, as she pulls away from Harry and stumbles through the crowd of soldiers and through the back gate.

He frowns, looking back at his old mentor and his major. They clearly hadn't noticed the princess has in faced gulped down quite a lot of ale. How did she do that? No one even noticed her having any drinks in her hand at all.. Although, it could have been around the time Ben had settled and dared everyone of the lads to play cards with him.

Subtly, the blond soldier slides away from the old men and through the crowd to find her, stumbling towards the lake, slumping down into the mud, meaning to hit the boulder, but missed.

Ben stifles his laugher at the ditsy princess and rushes to her aid, kneeling in front of her.

"Are you alright, princess?"

"Captain Finn?"She murmurs, as if saying remember what she thinks of Captain Finn.

"Yes, love" he sniggers, amused about seeing the princess of Abion drunk. "I think you've had enough, lets get you-"

"I wanted to ask you something"

"What is it, princess?"

She looks around, making sure no one is in ear shot, before slapping the ground, letting out a giggle, "I heard you are… quite experienced…" she adds, raising her brow, assuming Ben knows what she's slurring about, but he's no idea.

"At what?"

"I need your help" she whispers again, "I'm not… Experienced. And you helping me… Would…Help…That…Do you understand?"

Ben knits his brows, starring at her for a bit, "You're talking about learning you how to use a rifle? I already said yes, love, we'll start t-"

"I'm not talking about that" she quickly interrupts, looking at the mud on her hands, her small nose scrunches up as she frowns. Ben didn't really want to admit this, but her facial expressions were always so cute, so innocent.

"No!" She shakes her head "no, no, no, you're… Experienced, with the… Females?"

Ben blinks a few times at the drunk princess, still not getting her point.

"Wally told you? Where's this going, love?"

"Ugh" She sighs in frustration, and slaps the ground once more.

"What?" Ben laughs "What are you saying here?"

"Have sex with me?" She blurts out.

Bens eyes widen, in confusion, obviously flattered, but what… What was she saying?

"You're drunk-"

"I know what I'm doing. I'm asking you for your help. I have never…" She raises her hands in the air, looking for the right words.

"You're a virgin?" Ben asks, almost surprised. By her bluntness, and honesty.

"Yes" She says, almost proud."

"And… You want me… To take that away from you?" He murmurs, almost feeling a fool for even saying those words.

"Yes."

"Why would you…?" Ben shakes his head, "I can't do that, love…"

As much as being a girls first, turns any man on, he'd never take her innocents away. Not hers.

"I'll ask someone else" She shrugs, scrambling to her feet. Ben follows, quickly getting up,

"What? Who? You can't-"

"Yes I can" She winks over her shoulder at him as she stumbles back towards the fort.

Ben quickly pulls her back, spinning her around. He can't allow the woman his major asked to take care of to just sleep around like a common whore, like almost every girl in Albion. This woman was pure, why would Ben take that choice away from her? Though he can't just let her sleep with a stranger, a drunkard who'd only just take advantage of her.

"I'll do it" Ben says, quickly, almost regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. Will I?

"You… You will?"

"But…" He sighs, looking down into her amazingly bright eyes, "Tell me why you're so eager to lose your virginity? Why you're so desperate to jump right into it."

"You want me to explain?" She asks turning back to the lake, Ben keeps a hold of her arm, in case she falls over, again, "I'll tell you…"