A/N: Woot...I'm getting better at updating. And just so you know, the character Mikol in this chapter, his name is actually pronounced Micheal. My friend spells his name that way, so I just stole it from him. Hehehe.

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Brea's angered walk led her to the stables, where she walked among the stalls, finally slipping into Whisper's.

"Hey girl." She murmured softly, rubbing Whisper's nose. "Why does this always happen to us? It seems like every time things are good between me and Dom, something happens to screw it up." In response to her words, Whisper gave a soft neigh, nudging Brea's arm with her nose, as if understanding what she said. Then again, that might have also been because Brea was carrying an apple. "Okay you mooch, here." She said and handed over the apple. "I wish uncle Raoul was still here..."

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After Brea had walked out of the room, Dom had limped off into the privy to bathe. Granted, he should have gone after Brea first, but even he was starting to get grossed out by how bad he smelled. Now that he smelled a lot better than he had, he struggled into clean clothes and sat down on his bed to yank on his boots.

"Time to go find Brea. She is probably in the stables." He murmured to himself and limped out of the room. With each step he took, pain shot up his leg; he would have to see the healers tomorrow, but right now, Brea was the most important thing to him. So, biting back pain from his knee, Dom limped into the stables. As he was walking down the stalls he heard someone talking.

"...good between me and Dom, something happens to screw it up." Dom paused and listened, he knew that voice, it was Brea. He heard Whisper neigh and smiled to himself. "Okay you mooch, here." Still smiling, he started towards the direction of Brea's voice. "I wish uncle Raoul was still here..." Dom was now at the open door of the stall and he paused before going in. He knew that Brea was still hurting over the death of Raoul, which is why she had reacted the way she did. It made sense that she didn't want to suffer another heartbreak so soon. He felt stupid now.

"Should I get down on my knees and grovel for your forgiveness, or do you have something else in mind?" Dom asked quietly, causing Brea to whirl around and stare. "I would prefer not having to get on my knees though...they hurt."

"What did you do to them?" Brea asked softly, taking a few steps towards her.

"Good question. I do not know. They started hurting after practice today." He responded, holding a hand out to her. Taking a deep breath, Brea placed her hand in Dom's and he pulled her into a hug. "I truly am sorry, I didn't want to kiss Julianna. She forced herself on me."

"Dom...I...I believe you. I'm sorry for not trusting you." Brea murmured, burying her face in Dom's shirt. "You smell funny." She commented as she raised her face from his shirt. They both started laughing.

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The following morning, Brea was out on the fields well before sunrise and, because Julianna was evil and could what she wanted, she had Brea out in the fields at sunrise every morning for the rest of the week. Thinking that maybe a little bit of extra 'exercise' would do her some good.

"You brought this all upon yourself, Goldenlake." Julianna called out from her spot on the fence. "If you could only keep your mouth shut and control your temper, you wouldn't be out here."

"Oh shut up already...your voice is annoying." Brea mumbled under her breath and glared at Julianna. She had heard the same thing for the past three days.

"Okay. Get to breakfast, and don't be late coming back." Julianna said and Brea gave a sigh of relief, starting inside and to the Mess Hall.

"That woman's death is near." Brea muttered to a few of the riders she had befriended, slamming the tray down.

"You smell funny." Commented Mikol, holding his nose; there was a glimmer of mischief in his black eyes.

"Shut up." Brea growled and chunked a roll at his head. "But seriously, she is, just so...aggravating."

"Brea, we have dealt with the Warlord longer than you, we are aware of how evil she is. All you have to do, and can do, is grit your teeth and bare it." Rebekah told her, ducking a roll that was aimed at her head by Mikol.

"Has she ever made any of you get out on the fields before sunrise for three days in a row?" Brea demanded and her question was answered with shaking heads. "I think she has it out for me especially."

"What do you expect? You are with Dom; she is in love with Dom and has been for quite a few years now. To her, you are an enemy, that needs to be dealt with like any other Tortallan enemy." Rebekah paused to finish chewing her food. "Break them down and then destroy them."

"And she also fails to notice that even after her evil plan worked, Dom still didn't want to be with her." Mikol commented and was shot a venomous look by Rebekah.

"Mik! You dolt! You weren't supposed to say anything." Rebekah snapped, pegging a roll off the top of his head.

"It slipped, I'm sorry."

"What are you two talking about?" Brea asked, feeling her heart beat faster. Rebekah and Mikol exchanged looks. "Tell me." She commanded, narrowing her eyes at them.

"Okay...when you and Dom first broke up, remember how you found him and Julianna?" Rebekah asked, trying to figure how best to explain everything.

"Well duh, and that is definitely not another sight I ever want to see again." Brea muttered, shaking her head. "Her. Not him. Anyway, continue."

"Julianna planned that. She talked Cleon into kissing you when they got back from...wherever they were. Dom heading back to his room earlier than expected and seeing you kissing Cleon wasn't part of her devious plan, but it worked in her favor. But, the whole 'getting Dom drunk of his ass and then sleeping with him,' was part of that twisted plan." Rebekah explained, watching the anger actually boil up on Brea's face.

"So she planned the break-up?" Brea asked, fighting to remain calm.

"Yep. Every last bit of it. I'm guessing she kind of left it up to fate and the fact that you hadn't seen Dom in two months that you would walk in on them." Mikol answered, shoveling down the last part of Brea's breakfast, as she had lost her appetite and pushed the plate away.

"How do you two know about this?"

"We overheard her planning it. We didn't want to tell you, because we didn't want you to know. Mr. Can't Keep A Secret, kind of ruined it." Rebekah then proceeded to bounce another uneaten roll off his head; it bounced all right and landed on the table behind them. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just plotting Julianna's death." Brea murmured, still fighting to remain calm.

"That's what I wanted to hear." Mikol gave her a wolfish grin and him and Rebekah scooted in closer. "What do you have in mind?"

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As soon as Mikol was done shoveling down the rest of Rebekah and Brea's leftovers, the trio left the Mess Hall and started back out to the fields. Julianna was there already, along with a very agitated Buri. The two women seemed to be arguing over something. Looking up, Buri saw that Brea had arrived and abruptly ended the heated discussion.

"Brea. Over here, please. I need to speak with you." Buri said and Brea sighed, following her to a fence. They stood in silence for a moment. "I request to be informed about any behavior problems the leaders have with people in their groups. So if the problem persists, even with punishment, I can deal with them." She paused for a moment, turning her fierce gaze on Brea. "Julianna has informed me that you have been disrupting practice and training. You have also been disrespecting her in front of other members of the group."

"She deserves it. She calls me out every damn chance she gets and it's tiring, not to mention annoying. Everyday she is ragging on me." Brea retorted, knowing that she shouldn't have opened her mouth, but it was to late now; once she got going, she didn't stop. "She even refers to me as Lady Big Mouth. I've been out here every damn day before sunrise, doing 'exercise' that she thinks will help with my attitude problem."

"From what she has told me, you do deserve it." Buri said, starting to get unsettled about the whole situation. She knew she shouldn't trust anything Julianna said, but would be going against her word if she didn't at least ask questions.

"She is lying Buri and right to your face." Brea snapped, trying to keep her temper under control.

"You promise me that the only reason you are getting yourself in trouble, is because Julianna starts it?" Buri questioned one more time.

"Buri, you know me, I don't fight back, unless I'm provoked first. She started it."

"If I get anymore complaints, I will be taking matters into my own hands." Buri said as Julianna walked over, but only Brea saw the wink. "Am I understood?"

"Yes." Brea murmured, pretending to look crushed and beaten by Buri's 'scolding.' Sighing, she turned on her heel and walked back to Rebekah and Mikol.

"What was that about?" Rebekah asked as they headed off in the direction of the stables.

"The Warlord being a tattle-tale." Was Brea's response and she glared daggers at Julianna.

"She does that often. Especially to me." Mikol grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "How exactly do you plan on getting this evil plan of yours to work?"

"I have my ways of making her life hell. Just like she has hers." Brea responded and jogged away from her friends, headed for the stables.

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Dinnertime found Dom eating with the newly engaged Kel and Neal (a/n: had to put that in). He didn't want to be with them, considering they were in the process of playing a game of footsie and Dom's foot was in between them, but it was really only the free table.

"Could you two knock that off? Please?" He demanded, jerking his foot out of the way and reminding himself to disinfect it tonight.

"Sorry Dom." Kel said, thwacking the laughing Neal on the head. Glaring at his cousin, he noticed Brea walk into the Hall and waved her over to the table. A few minutes later she was walking towards them, food in hand.

"Hello Neal, Kel." Brea greeted and sat next to Dom, greeting him with a kiss. "Hi."

"Okay, what do you want?" Dom asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I not kiss you and be accused of wanting something." She retorted, a look of pure innocence on her face.

"Brea. I'm eating. You never kiss me when were eating." Dom paused a moment, before continuing. "Come to think of it, you haven't kissed me like that in a good few days. So spill Breanna, what do you want?"

"Okay firstly, don't use my full name. Only my mother does." Brea muttered and poked him brutally in the thigh. "Secondly, I just want your help to extract a little bit of revenge on Julianna." Kel, Neal, and Dom all stopped eating and stared at Brea like she had completely lost her marbles.

"Is this because she has had you out in the fields every morning way before sunrise?" Asked Kel with a raised eyebrow.

"Or is it because she got you in trouble with Buri?" Neal asked, a glimmer of mischief in his green eyes.

"You got in trouble with Buri?" Dom glanced at Brea, who didn't respond, but she instead looked at Neal and Kel.

"How did you two know about that?"

"Her maid knows everything." Neal responded with a grin and went back to his dinner.

"Okay, so maybe it is because she told on me to Buri and has been absolutely horrid to me since I got put in her group. I at least have good intentions." Brea muttered and stuck her tongue out at Neal.

"So getting revenge on Julianna, that's your definition of good intentions?" Dom asked, a slight smirk worn on his face.

"Yes, it is, because she deserves it." Brea suddenly remembered her conversation with Mikol and Rebekah at breakfast. "And plus, she is just getting what is coming to her...she sabotaged us..."

"What are you talking about?" Dom asked, ignoring the looks Neal and Kel were giving each other. They began to stand up and were gone before Brea and Dom realized it. "Were alone now, so talk." He turned to face her on the bench.

"I found out today that Julianna planned the first break-up between us." She told him quietly, staring down at her uneaten food; once more, she had lost her appetite and pushed the plate away from her. "Everything, even me kissing Cleon."

"How do you know that?" He asked, pulling her across the two feet space between them and into a hug.

"Mikol and Rebekah overheard her talking about it. They didn't tell me, but Mikol let it slip this morning at breakfast." She said, leaning her head on his shoulder and glaring death at Julianna, who had just walked into the hall.

"So you want revenge because she has it out for you and completely destroyed our relationship?" Dom asked and saw Brea nod her head. "Sounds like a damn good reason to me. I'm pretty sure I can get Meathead to help us."

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A/N: Hehehe...what evil idea does Brea have in mind for Julianna? That will have to wait until the next chapter. (it involves mud) And for anyone who is wondering...no, I do not like Cleon, because I just don't. For any of you who like Harry Potter, I've just started a new fanfic, just go to profile and you shall find it there.