"Major Swift" The hero princess smiles, once again looking down in embarrassment. "I await the orders, Sir. Though, I'd rather get some lessons from Captain Finn, my rifle is picking up dust due to not being used"

Ben frowns, still very confused at their friendliness with his Major, but smiles nonetheless at her excitement for training, maybe she'll spill then.

"Fair enough, dear" Swift murmurs, not seeming to have the same blushing effect as Evelyn. "That sound like a good idea, as long as Captain here, just sticks to training."

"Will do sir" Ben rolls his eyes, as she boldly takes the captains hand, walking away. Ben looks back at an annoyed Major, giving him a smirk, and a shrug.

"What's the rush" Ben chuckles, as she tugs on his hand, almost dragging him out of the fort.

"No rush." She replies, still rushing out of the gates, to the lake, "I just know we only have today left, and Walter and I have to leave."

A stab of disappointment hits Ben, surely he'd see her again?

They both stop at the shooting range, Evelyn panting for breath slightly, "Avo's…"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I've just used up too much Will. Have you thought more about what I asked you, Captain?"

Ben sighs, automatically tucking the hair behind her ear, "Princes…-"

"It's ok" She smiles, "I'll deal with it, I'm sorry if it was inappropriate-"

"What do you mean you'll deal with it?" He asks, already knowing, "I don't think you should-"

"Lets just forget it" She smiles once again, looking at the rifles, "So, teach away, Captain."

How could he forget such a request? She picks up the rifle, aiming it at the newly built scarecrows

and Ben stands again directly behind her, placing his hands over hers. "Focuses on your target" He murmurs against her neck, getting a smell of her, a beautiful scent of

Lavender and an expensive perfume. Avos, how was he supposed to let another man touch her?

"Which target are you aiming for?"

"The first" She whispers, wanting to turn and see the Captains face, for an odd reason, he made her feel safe, feel secure. "Is that the right one?"

"There's no right one" Ben chuckles softly, "Think of the first as an enemy, think of where you want to hit it, where would it damage it the most?"

Out of no where, the young hero princess hums to herself, softly and quietly.

"What are you doing?" Ben asks, in slight awe at how beautiful her voice is.

"It helps me concentrate" She explains, "I'm sorry,-"

"Don't stop"

"I must. I don't realize I'm doing it, until it's pointed out." She sighs, concentrating at the scarecrow.

Ben composes himself, regretting he even said anything. "Alright. Whenever you're ready. Just-"

Before the soldier could finish, she fires, the bullet completely missing the target and falling poorly on the floor. "Oh…" She says in disappointment.

"You rushed into it, and weren't focusing" Ben explains, rolling his eyes and pulling her tighter against him. For his own personal reasons.

"Now… Wait, we'll get you right on target for today and start over tomorrow, until you get better, alright?"

"Walter and I are leaving tomorrow" She sighs, lowering the rifle, and turning to face the Captain, "He thinks we can find allies in Industrial."

He takes a few seconds to look at her, before his mind and body tell him to go for it. Quickly, he grabs her face in his hand, his fingers steeping through her hair.

Placing his mouth on hers. To his surprise, she drops the rifle and wraps her arms around his neck, as Ben thrusts his tongue in her mouth.

Fuck, he thought, what am I doing?

Though this is wrong, wrong for the reason this woman is the princess, and Ben only a soldier, he couldn't help it. Her red ruby lips was is main attention, the way she bit her bottom lip, it was riling him up too much. But, this woman wanted a favour, for Ben to sleep with her.

A favour… If anything, it wouldn't be a favour to her, it would be one to Ben, he'd be lucky to land a woman like this in bed.

They quickly pull away, hearing voices head their way. She quickly looks back at the floor, flatting her hair.

"You alright, mate?" Ben says coolly as two of his fellow soldiers walk past, with towels around their waist, ready for a wash.

"aye, aye, Ben" They grin stupidly at a joke they told each other as they carrying on walking.

Ben sighs in relief and looks down at the woman he'd just kissed. "Princess… I'm… I'm sorry, I-"

"It's ok." She whispers, looking up at him with tired eyes, "But… Why did you kiss me?"

There are no answers… No answers that sound right. "I've been wanting to do it since you walked into here." He smirks, sticking with that. But, just as though on cue, his mouth opens, blurting out something he'd meant to say to himself, "I don't want you to sleep with anyone." what the fuck? "Any stranger… There's some drunkards out there… They'd only just take advantage," He adds, not wanting look stupid.

She takes a step closer to him, looking at him in amusement, "You've gone a little red, Captain." She jokes.

Ben clears his throat, "Princess…"

"Should I leave?"

"No" he chuckles, running his hands through his hair, trying to get a clue on what to say to the woman, who is clearly looking at him, wanting him. But what could he say? He wants her too… And it's torture, knowing the way he wants her, it could never happen, because of her status. It's torture knowing the thing he wants is standing right in front of him, asking for some kind of 'pleasure', no doubt he could give it to her. But would it be worth it, not ever seeing her again? No.

Why did he want her so much, though? If he'd ever felt like this, with a ordinary punter, he'd snap her up, and take her to bed straight away, without question.

But this is no ordinary punter, you fool.

"Fuck it" he mutters, grabbing her hand and suddenly leading her off, to be alone.

"W-where are we going?" She giggles, excitedly.

Ben swoops them through some bushes, until they reach yet another 'secret' lake, that nobody ever seemed to use, but Ben when he wanted some privacy, or peace from the noise in the fort.

The grass on the ground, is actually green, unlike the muddy and bloody parts around mourning wood.

Inside of the lake, at the end is a rather large cave, which you'd have to swim to get to.

Evelyn lets go of the Captains hand, and looks around, up at the dark blue sky.

She sits herself down on the grass and lays down, facing up. Looking at the tree's blowing in the breeze.

Ben watches her face for a moment, it's like she's doing and seeing everything for the first time. It made him smile, before laying next to her.

"Do you think I can do this?" She murmurs suddenly, "This revolution."

"You're a hero. You can do anything." He chuckles.

"Not anything." She says sadly, "I became a hero too late."

Ben turns his head to look at her, the questions about her and his major pop into his thoughts, should he ask? I'm going to ask, "How long have you knew Swiftie? It's only, you both seem… Familiar with one another?" He asks.

She closes her eyes and smiles for a second before turning to Ben.

"We do not. I have respect for that man, is all."

"Liar" Ben chuckles, gently nudging her arm, "What is it with you two?"

Letting out a sigh, she sits upright, he follows.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes…" Ben answers slowly, preparing himself for the worst.

"But you cannot tell anyone, Captain. I and Major will get in much trouble. Do you promise?"

He frowns. I don't like the sound of this… "I promise…"

"2 Years ago" She starts, "Major often visited the Castle with Walter. When I first met him… I was so young, really young in fact. And he, obviously much older.-"

"Wait… Wait" Ben stops her, getting to his feet, "You told me you were a virgin, but slept with the fucking Major or the Royal army at 16! I should have known you weren't, with the way you look at the lads in here. Are you planning on sleeping with those too, princess?"

"No! No! We didn't have sex! How dare you even think that! How could you even think that!" She gasps, standing, and slapping him, hard, across the face. Hard enough to cause her hand to sting, and his face to redden.

"I have never been so insulted, and it came from you, so it hurt so much more!"

Realizing he's just accused her of lying, and sleeping with a man old enough to be her father, he apologises, "Princess, I'm sorry, I thought-"

"I know what you thought! You know nothing" She snaps, walking away.

"Wait, stop" he begs, pulling her back, "I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry, I jumped to conclusions, I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."

She yanks her hand out of his grip, "Don't touch me!" She hisses, slapping him once more, before leaving.

Ben sighs.

Now I'll never know. Now she'll never look, or touch me again. Well done, Finn.

How could he say that, accuse her of that? Accuse the princess?

Now… He'll never see her again, or know the truth.

Well done, Finn.