"What the blaze happened here!?" Major swift gasps, looking at his top soldier, Captain Benjamin Finn, carry in a passed out princess in his arms, bridal style through the gates.
"Sir, no one knew she was drinking, Sir" Ben mutters, still bewilder at the conversation him and the princess had earlier, before she passed out, due to drunkenness.
"Put her in the tend" Swift sighs, almost feeling guilty.
Ben nods, taking her to his own tent to sleep it off.
Swift had kindly handed up his own sleeping place for her, but Ben knew the old Major loved his sleep.
Carefully, he places her down onto his bedroll, kneeling down pull the sheet over her.
He frowns, knowing she'd cold, so reaching over, quietly he retrieves his own blue, knitted blanked he'd taken by mistake from a lovely punters home, after shoving his own belongings in his pack, leaving in a rush to get away from the lady he slept with that night.
Draping it over the princess, he automatically brushes the hair out of her perfectly shaped face.
His thoughts travel to their chat by the lake. The only reason she'd wanted anyone to take her virginity, was the flirtatious behavior she was receiving, from not only Ben, but many others. She thought, if she'd ever met another someone, they'd be disappointed when the lucky sod once bedded her. She wanted to know what it was like to feel pleasured, and someone pay attention to her the way any man would pay attention a pretty lady like herself.
Though, Ben had tried playing the 'they won't care, hopefully that person will love you', card, she would not give up.
It was either Ben Finn, or a stranger…
And he wasn't bound to let anyone touch her the wrong way, when he could. No… I can't. This is the fucking princess, he scolded himself as he gets to his feet, taking one last look at the sleeping beauty, before leaving the tend to do his job and clean up the fort, helping the lads back to their tents and patrolling for the night. "For the 3rd day in a row."Ben mutters, suddenly feeling older, just looking at the lads slumped out on the mud, still with tankards in their hands, but their faces' in the mud.
Lightweights Ben chuckles, getting a head start.
Corporal Jones staggers through the fort, through the pitch black sky, having woken up due to a dream about his wife.
His mind swarms with thoughts about the princess, her beauty.
That's right, he's not saw, or laid eyes on a woman for months now.
Frustration was building, to the point of sleeping with anyone, even if that meant the princess.
Doesn't bother me. He snorts, pulling at his dirty grey-like hair, which was clearly a bad attempt of dying it a pure white color.
He sneaks into the princess' tent, as quietly as possible, and see's here, laying there, ever so peaceful,
Not one flaw ridden in her body.
Ridden…. smirks, getting on his kneed, each one at either side of her, straddling her.
And as if on cue, her eyes pop open, "WHAT ARE Y-"
Jones puts his hand over her pretty little, loud mouth and bends down to whisper.
"I wont hurt you. It's just been… So long since I've bedded such a… Beautiful woman" his breathe hitting off of her bare neck, causing her to fight back her gag reflex.
"Just stay still" He adds, calming her squirming, his hand slowly moves up her legs, riding up the skirt as he goes.
Finally, able to do something, though shaking and mad, she bites down on his hand, and brings her knees up to his tender place, his crotch.
Jones jolts back, cursing out swear words, in pain. She quickly leaps to her feet. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU SICK BASTARD!"
Ben and his friend Gould, finish off the last of cleaning up the vomit from the fort ground,
Tired and not loving the smell, Gould scoots off for a smoke. Leaving Ben to relax.
He slumps down, with a sigh onto the crate he claimed his, until a yell makes him jolt back upright.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!"
Noticing the voice, he runs over to his tent, seeing Evelyn standing, her whole body shaking and one of the lads, on the floor, clutching his privates.
Straight away, understanding what's happened, Ben drags Jones up to his feet, and Bens nifty fist clashes with his fallen mans face.
"BEN!" Evelyn gasps, but none listen. Jones returns the bunch, causing them both to stumble back outside of the tent, rolling around in the mood, but the Captain, strongly on top of him, laying more punches into the Corporal.
The hero princess, rushes out to stop the two men, who once were friends back in the day fighting. Thankfully, Bens closest friend, Gould pulls him up.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Gould snaps, aiming it at the Captain, but looking down at Jones on the floor, face bloody. "Didn't you leave the past behind!?"
"We did, now he just gave me another reason to fucking hate the bastard."
Evelyn shuffles in front of Ben, her back against his chest, knowing and seeing he wants to lunge again.
Jones gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth, his eyes fixed on the princess, with a twitch of a smile showing upon his face.
She looks away, feeling sick and dizzy, just thinking about what would have happened if she'd not found the strength to fight him off of her.
Without a word, Jones slowly walks off, back to his tent, Gould follows, wanting answers on the silly little fight he's just witnessed.
"Did he hurt you?" Ben asks, still anger lacing his tone.
She turns to face him, and quickly wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh, Ben" She sobs.
He holds onto her, sweeping them both back into the tent, before sitting down, placing Evelyn on his lap.
The thought of someone touching her, without her even asking for it made him sick, Saying that, any man touching her seem to prick him with jealousy? What man does this to a woman?
The fear in her eyes told him that she didn't want, nor ask for it.
So why would a man, so kind, with a perfectly fine wife at home do such a thing? Try such a thing?
"I-I-I know I told you-you that I'd do this with anyone… B-but I didn't want it, I swear I didn't wan-"
"Shh" Ben hushes soothingly, running his hands through her soft, curly hair. "I know, love. It's alright… Do you want me to let Swift know what happened?"
"No…" She says quickly, her head lifting up, "No. Don't. Don't. I just want some sleep… Please… Go. Let me sleep…"
Ben frowns at her sudden mood change, eager to find out this woman is hiding, why is it she was so close to Major Swift, why did she get so… Jumpy at the calling of his name?
But also, not eager to get a slap, he leaves.
I'll find out, sooner or later.