"Uhh…Logan this is Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, the Archbishop of York," Thomas More said, nervously. "And this is-

"Yes yes, I caught his name," Wolsey said, rudely. He motioned for one of the guards to bring over a chair to the table

Logan stared at him as Wolsey sat his fancy Royal ass down on the wooden chair.

"To answer your question," Logan said, watching Wolsey trying to get comfortable since this chair was too hard for him. "I'm not a peasant. I'm a soldier."

"Oh…that explains your figure," Wolsey noted. "What rank are you?"

"Captain."

Wolsey chucked. "Just a Captain? I would have thought someone as old as you would be a little higher up."

Logan glared at him. "Actually I liked being foot soldier better especially in the front line. Get to see more action…a lot funnier than being a general and watching it all go down."

"Yes of course," Wolsey said like this information didn't surprise him. He thought Logan looked like a savage who would enjoy spilling blood. "Exactly what country's army are you in?"

"Canada," Logan said very quickly. He knew that they probably have heard of America…and he was pretty sure Canada was not a country yet…so he was okay with saying that? He hoped so…or he would be screwed.

Why can't I remember any of my history lessons?

"Canada?" Wolsey and More said at the same time.

"Canada? I never heard of that country…where is it?" Wolsey asked. He gave Logan a look like he thought he was lying. He was pretty sure there was no Canada.

Logan opened his mouth but nothing came out. Where could he say Canada was location? He couldn't say it was on top of America because no lived in America during this time well except for Indians…? He needed it to sound like a legit country.

"It's a small country…between Hungary and Poland?" he slurred, trying to sound casual. "It's really small…"

"I can't recall a Canada between Hungary and Poland," Wolsey chuckled. "I think you're lying where you're from. I wonder why?" He couldn't wait to throw Logan into the torture chambers.

"No I'm not," he snapped.

"Well a lot of these little states and provinces do pop up a lot in Europe," Thomas commented.

Wolsey gave Thomas a shut-the-fuck-up-your-not-helping-I-want-to-nail-this-guy look.

"It's not very old like good old England," Logan smirked then winked at More for helping out his made up stories.

Wolsey bit his tongue. He didn't care if Canada was a country or not, he just wanted to find something on Logan. He did not like him at all.

"Well I'm sure our majesty would find this new country… interesting," Wolsey said. "Would you mind telling him about it?"

Logan felt his heart stop but manage to give a Wolsey a smug smile. "I would love to." This was going to be bad. God, now he would have to make up more lies and shit about himself. When were they going to let him go?

Wolsey frowned. That was not the answer he wanted to hear.

More sprung up from his seat ready to go tell the king, he really wanted to know more about Canada!

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"Canada?" King Henry the VIII said, confused. "I have never heard of Canada."

"Yes your majesty," Wolsey nodded.

Wolsey had just told everything he knew about Logan to king who was trying to relax in his private tent. He just came back from a very unpleasant lunch with King Francis. Being around him drove Henry absolutely crazy. Francis would always talk about stupid France and it was annoying as hell. Henry wished he could just sign the dumb treaty (that probably was going to be broken someday) and just go back to London.

Henry sat back in his marvelous chair and put his feet up on the table. His private tent was probably the most fancy and decorated tent here, well except for King's Francis tent which was also ridiculous decorated.

The twenty-seven year old handsome king raised an eyebrow at Wolsey. "And you said he's part of the military, right?"

"Yes your majesty."

"Did it cross your mind he might be here to assassinate someone like I don't know me or maybe Francis?" Henry slightly smirked as he brought his goblet of wine to his mouth…he wouldn't mind if Francis got killed…it would solve so many annoying problems.

Wolsey cursed in his mind. Why didn't he think about that? "Well uhh yes it did but-

"Bring him in," Henry interrupted him.

"What?-

"I want to see this "Canadian" man with my own eyes," Henry causally shrugged. His curiosity of this mystery man was growing by every minute. He was also bored too and he wanted to get his mind off Francis for a little bit. "Just bring him in manacles and have a bunch of guards posted around. He can't possibly hurt me with soldiers breathing down his neck."

"Your majesty I strongly advice against this-

"Bring him in," he growled. He liked Wolsey but sometimes it really pissed him off when Wolsey would try to tell him what to do. He was the king for God's sake!

"Yes…your majesty," Wolsey bowed then left.

Henry drained the rest of his wine and slammed his goblet. He stared down at the goblet and started to think about Mary Boleyn. She was one of the beautiful daughters of Sir Thomas Boleyn who was the English ambassador in France. He was thinking about her because earlier Francis kept bragging to Henry he had slept with her a million times. Now he kind of wanted to sleep with her…If she kept Francis's interest for that long, he wondered if she knew any special moves…?

The tent flap suddenly opened and Henry pulled out of his lustful thoughts. Four guards came in then Wolsey and More followed and finally he saw Logan with two other guards on each side of him.

Henry stared at Logan and grew a little jealous. He looked so good…and he was older than him by at least twenty years! Henry hoped he would look that good when he was in his forties. And his muscles were ridiculous huge too! They could probably rip a man in half. His clothes were a little odd, they weren't peasant clothes but they definitely weren't nobility but yet he made them look good. He also had iron clamps on around his wrists which seemed to annoy him.

They came in front of Henry and all bowed except for Logan. More whispered something to Logan. He gave More a face like he didn't want to do what he More just told him to do.

Logan suddenly then gave an awkward bow as well and mumbled, "Your majesty."

Henry chuckled. "I heard you're from Canada, is it? Do they not have rulers in Canada? If not then I guess I won't be offended by that introductory."

Logan only stared at him as a response.

"Please sit down," Henry said, pointing at the sit across from him.

Logan did what he was told as guards pushed at his back to go sit. Then Thomas put Logan's things on the table in front of Henry.

Henry looked at his wallet, lighter, cigars, and his dog tags. He picked up Logan's dog tags and examined them.

"You go by Logan?" Henry read on them.

"Yes," Logan answered.

More cleared his throat.

Logan sighed and corrected himself. "Yes, your majesty."

Henry gave a fake smile. "You might want to swallow your pride. Your country might be different but disrespect can get you in trouble here."

"Yes, your majesty I apologize," Logan gritted, also giving him a fake smile.

They stared at each other for a minute, not liking each other so far.

"What are these things?" Henry finally said, holding up Logan's dog tags.

"Everybody in the military has them," Logan explained. "There called dog tags. There used for when if you die on the battlefield they can identify your body."

"That's a brilliant idea!" More spoke out.

Henry looked at him and he shut up.

"That is a good idea," Henry commented. "How long have you been in service?"

Over a hundred years, Logan thought. "Longer than I want."

"You look too old to be in the army. They have you boys fight until you die of old age?" Henry laughed.

Logan just smiled even though he just insulted him. "They keep me around because I'm the best of what I do."

"And what's that?" Henry asked.

"I'm sure you could figure it out, your majesty," he said as he cracked his neck.

Henry sat up. This man scared him but yet he wanted to know more about him. "Are you an assassin by any chance, Logan? Here to kill me?"

Everyone in the tent tensed up and guards came closer to Logan.

"I won't lie to you, your majesty…"

The guards took their swords out and got behind Logan.

"I have been assassin and I guess I will be for the rest of my life but no I have no orders to kill you. Why would I? You're England's most beloved king. If I had to choose a king to kill it would be the king of France. I can't stand the French."

Everyone froze waiting for Henry to say something.

Henry suddenly started laughing like he really meant it. "Okay Logan, I officially like you. Anyone who despises the French is a friend of mine."

Wolsey turned red and rolled his eyes. "Your majesty-

"Leave us!" Henry ordered. "Tell the servants to bring some more wine! Logan and I have a lot to talk about."

Everyone bowed and left. Wolsey looked like he was going to kill someone. More seemed disappointed he couldn't hear more about Logan.

"But you know," Henry told Logan. "The only good thing about France is the women."

"Mais bien sûr, les femmes françaises sont très belles," Logan said in French. But of course, the French women are very beautiful.

Henry gave him a surprise look, he didn't expect Logan to know French but his man was full of surprises which he liked.

Logan was smarter then he looked…the man had been alive for over hundred years, he had more experience than old dying men who lived full lives. So he and his brother, Victor took the time to learn various languages when they travel around like French, Spanish, Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, Arabic, Lakota, Thai, Vietnamese, German, Italian, Portuguese, Korean, Hindi, and Persian. People were always more surprise to find out Victor knew all those languages for some reason.

Henry laughed. "Oui mon ami!" Yes, my friend!

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"You smoke them like uh a pipe," Logan explained, giving Henry a cigar. Henry had the cuffs removed from Logan since he decided he liked him.

Henry looked at the cigar and smelled it. "It smells disgusting," he commented, crinkling his nose.

"Oh is it too strong for your majesty?" Logan teased, sticking his cigar in his mouth.

Henry quickly put it in his mouth like it didn't bother him.

For the last hour they have been just talking, mostly about Logan's experience in the army. Henry found all of it fascinating. Logan was so cool to him, he was like his idol.

"Do I need a candle to it?" Henry asked.

Logan shrugged. "This would be easier." He took the lighter off the table and flicker it on.

Henry jumped when he saw the flame come from the lighter. "Magic?" he whispered.

Logan laughed. "Uhh no. It's just simple science." He flicker the lighter on again. "You know how if you rub two rocks together and you make fire?"

"Yes?" Henry agreed, listening like a little boy.

"It's doing the same thing here," he continued, twirling the lighter. "It's just controlled in this to make a small flame."

"Oh," Henry nodded, still not getting it but didn't want to look like an idiot in front of Logan.

Logan lit his cigar and inhaled the smoke. Henry smiled and admired Logan as he blew out a ring of smoke. He so badass and he didn't even try to be.

Henry held out his cigar for Logan to light it. Henry sucked the smoke from the cigar but he started coughing and choking. He pounded his chest and tried to act like he was okay.

Logan chuckled. He knew Henry was totally in love with him and was trying to act cool around him which Logan found hilarious. He so was going to take advantage of this.

"Do you have anything stronger then wine?" Logan asked, waving his empty goblet.

"Yes, of course," coughed Henry, putting the cigar down. "Guard!"

Someone came in but instead of a guard, Wolsey came in.

Henry and Logan both frowned at him.

"What do you want?" Henry snapped.

Wolsey was not happy about Logan at all and was trying to spy on them since Henry dismissed everybody. "Your majesty, you must return back to the dining hall everybody is waiting for you."

Henry played with his cigar and sighed. "Yes fine but Logan is coming with me."

Suddenly, Logan started choking on his cigar and pounded on his chest. "Uh your majesty," he coughed. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I have to agree with him," Wolsey mustered. "He doesn't know anything about the court and he'll easily be spotted out."

"That's exactly why I want him there," Henry grinned. "He will be our Canadian guest. A country no one has heard of." He could already imagine Francis's face when he would see Logan. He was so glad he had found Logan first.

"Please your majesty I'm not good with people," Logan begged. He did not want to be around "the court" people. They were all spoiled, power-hungry people if he read his history right.

"No, he isn't," Wolsey agreed with Logan again.

Logan glared at him as he licked his canines which made Wolsey back up a little. He didn't appreciate being insulted by this suck up.

"Majesty, you can't possibly think-

"Quiet!" Henry yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. "He is going and that's final!"

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