Author's Notes: Can I remind everybody that this is Logan before he got his adamantium claws… so yeah he has bone claws. I thought he would be too powerful if he had adamantium claws in the 1500's. And he still has his memory; he is from the 70's! I explained this in the first chapter, go read that! So no Storm or Rogue are going to appear!

Yes anyway…I can't write a French accent so pretend King Francis is saying stuff in a French accent. Haha

And also I am not trying to offend anybody in this chapter! I'm not trying to bash any religions…I'm just trying to write what people thought in 1500's. I'm a History Major people! I have to get this story somewhat historically correct…even though the Tudors show is barely historically correct haha

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"So Thomas, correct me if I'm wrong but aren't people in the king's court a bunch of rich pricks that only care about money and power?" Logan grumbled as he peaked into a grand room where the French and English courts both dine together for dinner.

Logan now founded himself standing inside the Palace of Illusions with Sir Thomas More and few guards while he waited to be announced into the beautiful room by King Henry.

The Palace of Illusions had been constructed by King Francis I's artisans and it was obvious that the French were just trying to show off his great artisans. The Palace was in the center of the large field in Val d'Or where many tents surrounded it. But the main reason they built it, was for the two Kings to sign Cardinal Wolsey's treaty of universal and perpetual peace between England and France.

Logan was really dreading going in that room but he really had no choice. He knew Henry was going to show him off like a new shiny toy he had just found to everyone in the courts. Wolsey had suggested Logan dressed up like everybody else so he wouldn't draw in as much attention but Henry shot down that idea fast. He wanted everybody to know in that Logan was not around from here. Henry was so proud he had found Logan first and was going to rub it in King Francis face. Logan was going to make Henry a hit.

Thomas could not help but chuckled a little at Logan's comment. "You have been to Royal court before?" When people addressed Thomas, they were supposed to call him Sir Thomas since he had been knighted but he didn't correct Logan. He kind of liked Logan and didn't see any reason to.

"Maybe not a royal court but I've been to a lot of shit like this," Logan snorted, tearing his gaze around from the magnificent golden room. Logan noticed More give a disapproving look when he sworn. Logan then mumbled, "Sorry."

Thomas was the only person so far Logan actually liked. Thomas was as he appeared an honest, intellectual, religious, good moral person. He was not fake nor did he have alterior motives. He was just serving his King that he seemed to love very much…a very spoiled one who didn't deserve his love and loyalty.

Logan shuddered in annoyance. Henry truly irritated the shit out of him but Logan knew he had to play nice with the King or it could be his head…literally.

He sighed. In a few minutes he was going to have to deal with more snobby rich assholes. He hated them all….especially French ones. Why was he here? Why did the universe place him here?

"Thomas, I was wondering why you're here?" Logan suddenly asked. "I wouldn't think a good man like you would want to be part of the court."

Thomas smiled modestly as he looked down. "Thank you. I agree I do not think I belong here but I'm here for my prince. He needs all the moral support he can get."

Logan nodded in agreement. Hell yeah, he does.

"Tell what church does Canada belong to?" Thomas asked. He would have asked before but never got the chance. He really wanted to know if Canada was practicing the right and only faith, the Catholic faith.

"You can be whatever religion you like," Logan shrugged, not really paying attention to the question. His mind drifted off to what was going to happen when he walked in that room and the wolves attacked.

"Wait, what?" Thomas gasped completely befuddled. "Any religion? What do you possibly mean by that?"

Logan looked back at Thomas, confused why Thomas looked so puzzled by his response. Then Logan finally realized he shouldn't have said that. He had forgotten that back then they didn't have religious freendom; everyone was the religion the King was. He did know everyone was Christian in the 1500's in Europe but what kind of Christian was everybody? Logan couldn't remember that…

"I mean you know everybody is Christian but you can be whatever kind of Christian you want?" Logan quickly answered back. Wait, that doesn't make sense!

"Oh…" Thomas said like he didn't approve which he didn't. Thomas's one character flaw was that he was very extreme and inflexible in his beliefs. He was a hard core Catholic and did not accept any other religions… especially Lutherans…he hated them all and would personally have them all burned. "Are there Protestants in your country?"

"Yes?"

"Oh," Thomas replied again with disfavor.

Logan guessed he shouldn't have said that either. All he really knew was military history not religious history.

Thomas opened his mouth but then closed. He was very anxious to know what Logan was, catholic or not?

Logan seemed to read Thomas's mind and told him. "Thomas I'm not Protestant or Catholic if you were wondering."

Thomas gave him a shock look. What was he then? Did Canada have their own new religion? There were already enough heretics in Europe!

"Actually I'm not any religion."

Thomas didn't even know what to say. He was an atheist? That was worse than being a Lutheran! "You don't believe in God?"

Logan raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "I never say that."

Thomas was beyond confused at this point and couldn't even manage to say anything.

"But I can tell you that I definitely believe in a hell," Logan added.

"No heaven?" Thomas asked, quietly.

"Heaven isn't for people like me…," Logan said in kind of a sad voice. "It's for people like you Thomas, people who deserve it."

Thomas suddenly felt sorry for Logan; he kind of wanted to help him now. He could sense Logan was not an evil hearted person, he was just very misguided.

Before Thomas could say anything he was interrupted by King Henry's loud voice. "I like to present my special guest!"

"I guess that's my cue," Logan sighed then cracked his knuckles. "Wish me luck."

Thomas silently followed after him, thinking Logan needed more than luck, he needed his soul saved!

As soon as Logan stepped into the majestic room, he wanted to turn around and run…run far far away…

Every single person in the room turned their attention to Logan and every mouth dropped open when they saw him walk in. They were expecting a noble like a Lord, or a Duke to walk in but what they saw was a man…a man that was so different looking that they couldn't even comprehend it.

The first reason Logan looked strange to them was because of his clothes. He was wearing such dirty and sloppy clothes compared to their beautiful colorful expensive Tudor time clothing. Second, he was way tanner then anyone in the room since back in the 1500's it was fashionable to be pale white. And if you were tan that meant you were poor and worked in the fields. Yet he was really muscular because most peasants or commoners were really skinny from the work they did and from the little food they ate.

No one in the room could place what class Logan belonged in but they did know he was not from around here. He was absolutely exotic to them.

Logan tried to keep a blank face on as he walked down the red carpet towards the high table where all the Royals were seated at but it was really hard. He never felt this embarrassed before, he usually never cared what other people thought but feeling everyone's eyes burning into him gave him a sick feeling.

After what seemed like a hundred years, he finally reached the high table where he received more stares and glares from the Royalty especially from Wolsey who sat near the end. Logan wasn't sure who was who but he guessed King Francis was the one sitting next to Henry. Yeah, he definitely looked French. He wore a wide-necked doublet with paned sleeves under his blue jerkin and his satin gown. His shirt had a tiny frill edged in black at the back of his neck and wide ruffles at his wrists. The French always dressed up as fancy as they could even back then! Logan held the urge to roll his eyes.

Logan knew he wasn't going to like King Francis either. He was very handsome with his dark hair and eyes but he looked beyond arrogant and full of himself.

The other people seated at the high table with King Francis and King Henry was Queen Claude (Francis's wife), Queen Katherine of Aragon (Henry's wife), Bishop Bonnivet and Cardinal Wolsey.

"Your majesties," Logan said to them as he bowed. Logan was very good at acting and deception. Right now he looked like he felt absolutely honoured and happy to be here but he felt the exact opposite. He didn't like bowing to people who did not deserve it.

Henry stood up and smiled at a dumbfound Francis. "Brother, I like to introduce my special guest from the country Canada, James Logan Howlett."

Everyone in the room started whispering like school children. "Howlett?" "Canada?" "Who the hell is he?" "Why is he dressed like that?" "See he's name doesn't have title! He's poor." Logan chose to ignore everybody's gossip and questioning because he could practically hear every single conversation going on in here and it was giving him a headache.

"Canada?" Francis repeated, slowly while looking at Logan with distaste.

"Yes brother," Henry continued to beam. "It's a country that I just discovered existed because of him. He's obviously is not royalty or of noble blood but he is a true military man who has a lot of experience in war."

Thank asshole, Logan quietly thought. How the fuck does he know I don't have noble blood? My father was a wealthy landowner…He stopped then remembered John Howlett wasn't his real father even though he always viewed him as his true father since he raised him. His birth father was that drunken groundskeeper Thomas Logan. So I guess I wouldn't be nobility …I would be considered bastard child…typically.

Wzere iz zziz Canada?" Francis asked, bewildered.

"It is between Hungary and Poland, your majesty," Logan answered when Henry gave him a nod to speak. "It's fairly new and very small…I wouldn't even consider a country."

"Wzo iz your king?" Francis asked immediately. He could always use a new ally if Logan was actually from this country.

Henry stared at Logan, waiting for a response since he wondered as well. He had forgotten to ask about that. He could use more allies too…

"We don't have a King," Logan finally replied, seeing that everybody in the room was anxiously waiting for him to answer.

"No King?" Henry asked looking a bit puzzled then laughed. "I would not consider a country either then….do you at least have a leader?"

Francis's nodded in agreement. "Soundz more like a tribe then a countryz."

Logan held his tongue. God, there was some many things he would love to say to them. "Yes your majesties, we have a prime minster who acts like a King but he isn't permanent we hold elections every four years to vote in a new prime minster."

"You vote in your leader?" Henry asked, not believing this. "And who votes for this prime minster? The parliament?"

"No your majesty, everyone votes," Logan answered, hiding a grin. He was finding this kind of fun by shocking them with democracy. He was thinking about making up more shit to stun and surprise them.

"What do you mean everyone?"

"The citizens of Canada," Logan shrugged causally.

"Do the nobility vote for this prime minster?" Henry continued to question. He was wandering how voting in a leader work because every country, rules were born into being a leader, they weren't voted in.

"No…any class can vote…even women."

"What?" Henry and Francis yelled together.

Logan knew a lot women in this room liked this idea because their whispering got louder. Then he heard some men grumble about "how that was a horrible idea."

"Do not tell me you allow children to vote too," Francis mocked. The same men, who didn't like the idea of women voting, laughed at Francis's comment.

Logan took a deep breath because he really wanted to punch that French prick's face in but calmly replied, "No, you have to be eighteen or older to vote."

The Kings both gave Logan a strange look. Canada had such odd laws….why eighteen? Why voting? Why everything?

"Your country soundz like it'z in complete chaoss," Francis finally decided.

Logan held in a scowl. "No…it's fine…I think it works for a very small country but for successful big countries like England and France you need a deservin' King or Queen."

"Too right you are!" Charles Brandon yelled, rising up a goblet. Charles Brandon was one of King Henry's best friends and he was already drunk…

"I can only hope that Canada can grow as grand and big as England or France, your majesties," Logan stated, trying his hardest not to have sarcasm in his voice. He actually sounded very sincere…to them.

Both Kings smiled at Logan's compliment and praise.

Gag me! Logan wanted to scream as he smiled back. He felt like his face was going to crack in half by smiling so much.

Everyone also found it really weird Logan had really white teeth…probably whiter than anybody's pair in this this room. How did he do that?

"Sso you zaid you are also in the military right? What countriez do you go to war with?" Francis asked, curiously. Logan did look a great fighter and probably had great war stories.

"Mostly Islam countries," Logan answered in disgust. Logan personally had nothing against Muslims but he knew in this time period everyone in Europe hated them.

"Really?" Henry mumbled, eyes widening. Europe has not mess with the Middle East since the Crusades. "Do ever win against them?"

"Quite a lot," Logan grinned. He saw Wolsey roll his eyes in the corner of his eye.

"Wow it is amazing we have not heard about this Canada fighting against the Islam's before," Wolsey commented in a venomous voice. "…unless Canada is not a Catholic country…." He was applying Canada was Islam.

Logan didn't mess a beat and pleasantly remarked, "Of course not, we fight for God's name and Jesus Christ our Lord Savior and I'm glad to say to you good people that those animals are being put into their place."

"Have you personally fought them?" Henry probed, wanting to hear more almost ignoring the whole religious thing.

"Yes I have," Logan beamed, feeding them the information they wanted to hear. It was like feeding candy to a baby.

"Tell us about it!" Henry yelled eager as beaver.

Logan could easily make up a million war stories on the spot.

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Logan did not know how he ended up sitting between Francis and Henry but yet here he was between both the kings. King Francis had decided he liked Logan after hearing how Logan fought courageous against the Islam scum. Both King Henry and Francis loved hearing war stories and Logan kept telling them more and more made up stories. Logan gave them very detailed descriptions and fed them everything they wanted to hear and they ate up every word.

When Henry and Francis invited Logan to sit up at the high table with them, Logan knew this never happened because he heard gasps from everybody in the room. Wolsey looked like he was about to kill somebody and both the Queens looked like they did not approve but said nothing.

A person like Logan who did not even have a title or land would never be caught dead talking to TWO kings in such a personally level. But both Kings found Logan beyond interesting and didn't care. They were the friggin' Kings; they could do whatever they wanted.

Logan did care though…because now these two spoiled asses were bragging to him about themselves like they were trying to impression. Why? He didn't know…he was really nobody compared to these Kings. God, he just wanted to go back to own time period.

Everyone else in the room pretended they weren't listening and talked quietly but practically everybody was trying their best to hear every word Logan and the Kings were saying.

"Tell me Logan, do you have a wife?" Francis inquired, ripping apart some bread and sticking it in his French mouth.

All the girls nearby and even the Queens perked up. Everyone seemed to be a busy body…

"No, your majesty," Logan responded. Great… instead of them bragging to him about themselves, they now decided to probe into his personally life.

"Have you been ever been married?" Henry smiled, nudging him.

"No, your majesty."

Francis whispered in Logan's ear. "You have fucked a woman right?"

"No I'm a virgin," Logan answered like he was dead serious. Of course, he was messing with them; he wanted to see if they actually believe him.

Henry and Francis both stared at him, not sure what to say. Logan was getting stranger and stranger to them. Maybe men from Canada weren't regular men…

"You're kidding right?" Henry finally managed to slur.

"Yes, of course I am," Logan chuckled, bringing his wine goblet to his lips. God, they were so gullible!

"Oh my goodnezz!" Francis laughed hard. "For a second, I zzought you were zeriouz."

Henry also laughed, "I was starting to feel sorry for you!" He slapped Logan's back which Logan did not like but he chortled along with them

"Tell me how are the Canadian women in bed?" Francis sniggered, licking his lips.

"To be honest your majesty, I can't remember the last time I have slept with one…I'm usually never in my home country. I'm always fighting somewhere..."

"Well if you want any French women," Francis whispered again uncomfortably close to Logan's ear. "I got plenty for youz. Zzey are the mozt beautiful women in the worldz."

Logan smirked. "Thank you, your majesty but I think I want to sleep alone tonight I'm very tired."

"Wellz if you change your mind, don't hezitate to help yourzelf," he winked.

"If you are tired, Sir Thomas can show you to a tent to rest before we have a match between the French and English wrestlers," Henry mustered to Logan in a monotone voice. He was obviously annoyed with Francis bragging about his "French Woman" again and seemed to have enough of Francis. He needed another break from the French King.

"Nice I'll be there, your majesty and thank you," Logan fake smiled then stood up and bowed at the Kings. Then he practically ran to Thomas's side, who was waiting at the entrance of the room.

While Logan walked down the red carpet again, everyone stopped talking and watched his every step. Logan almost felt like doing some outrageous to freak them all out but knew that would not be a good idea.

When he reached Thomas, they both stayed silent until they left the Palace of Illusions and no one was within earshot.

"Are they always like that?" Logan finally asked Thomas as they walked by various tents. Some tents were big and magnificent, others were small and dirty.

"You mean Francis and Henry?" Thomas replied. "Yes but that was them being pleasant to each other."

"Good God," Logan mumbled, rubbing his head. "Thomas I don't know how you can do your job but I salute you for it."

"Just the court is unpleasant," Thomas reassured him. "But I enjoy serving my King and the Church."

Thomas suddenly stopped walking which prompted Logan to stop and stare at him. Were they at his "tent?" The tent looked like a servant's tent which Logan had no problem with. He actually would prefer it.

"I was wondering are you and your country, Canada fighting in God's name or was that some quick save?" Thomas asked quite coldly.

Logan was caught off by Thomas's back handed comment. Why was he suddenly acting like an asshole? He liked Thomas…It had to be because of that religion thing they were talking about before. Logan kept forgetting they took religion very seriously back then.

"That wasn't a quick save," Logan answered, sounding wounded. He didn't want to lose Thomas as a friend, he was his only ally. "I'm sorry if you're opinion of me has lower since I'm not the same religion as you but I don't view you any different. It's just that there is so much corrupt in churches that I rather not be associated with any of them."

Thomas stared at him with an unreadable face like he was determining if Logan was telling the truth but finally sighed, "I have to agree with you on that but there are many Churches here in England that have not been tainted. But nay, my friend I do not judge you for that is what God will do on judgment day. I only feel sorry for you."

"Sorry for me?" Logan repeated almost glaring at him. He didn't like people's pity…but he knew Thomas only meant well.

"Yes because I think you are naturally a good person but just misguided. I can only hope by God's power, he will be able to guide you into the right path and faith."

Logan smiled at his kind words. "Thomas, I'm honoured and happy to know that you care about my eternal soul and I will think about your words." And Logan actually meant everything he said.

Thomas nodded. "I will pray for you."

Logan again was touched by his words. No one had ever prayed for him before…people usually cursed him to die or go to hell, it was a nice change. But then he suddenly felt uncomfortable and changed the subject. Logan never was good with his feelings or being open to others. "So do you know when I'll be able to leave? Because I'm sure my men are wonderin' where I am."

"I do not know," Thomas answered as he began to walk on. "The King seems to really like you; he may invite you back to London."

"Oh please no," Logan grumbled. Why did they like him? Maybe he should start being an asshole to them…He didn't know what to do!

Thomas stopped at pretty decent size tent and went inside it as Logan followed in after him. Inside the tent, it had a nice looking bed…Logan was expecting a lumpy bed but it looked comfortable enough to lie on. There was wooden table and chair in a corner with a washing bowl on the table and a mirror was on the table too. Then he noticed a young boy around the age of sixteen wearing all black clothes with white ruffles around his neck, staring at him. He looked positively scared of Logan like he was going to attack him or something.

"The King has graciously given you a tent with a servant," Thomas told him, looking at the servant boy then back to Logan.

"I don't need a servant," Logan stated. He didn't need someone waiting on him.

The young boy flinched and looked down like he did something wrong.

"If you send the servant away, he won't get paid," Thomas informed him.

Logan immediately changed his mind, not wanting to send this kid home without any money. "Okay never mind I'll keep him."

"Good, I knew you would not want to do that to anyone," Thomas smiled. "I'll send the word when you need to come back to the Palace of Illusions."

"Uh-huh," Logan responded, observing a bigger tent that was a few yards away. Some kind of party was going on there, he could hear girls giggling and flirting, men laughing and drinking.

"Or you could go to one of the small parties here," Thomas suggested, looking at the same tent Logan was eyeing.

Logan looked back at Thomas and blinked a little confused.

"I know you are not friends with anybody at court but I am sure they would gladly invite you into their parties since you are in the King's good graces and you are you."

Logan's mind had drifted to the ladies of the court. Would it be so bad if he banged one of them? When he would return to his own time period…whenever that would happen, he could brag about hooking up with a girl from the 1500's. Of course, no one would believe him but it could be fun. He assumed most of the girls here probably have never achieved an orgasm and he wanted to be the one who could satisfy these poor ladies needs.

Logan shrugged as a grin started to form. "Yea maybe I'll pop by one…it's not like I have anythin' better to do."

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Haha do you like how I used z's in King Francis speaking…I'm sorry but I suck at writing accents…

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