Author's Notes: It's been a while, eh? Well here's some spiciness for you all ;)

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Anne's orgasmic cries were so loud, Logan had to cover her mouth with one of his hands as he continued thrusting in and out of her. He had to keep her quiet because even though, he didn't care if anyone caught them he knew Anne would care, a lot. Her reputation would be ruined and if that happened he knew Henry probably wouldn't marry her which would indefinitely alter the timeline of history itself…

And with that thought, a chain of events began going through Logan's head. If Henry doesn't marry Anne then Anne wouldn't have Elizabeth. And if Elizabeth doesn't exist then England would probably fall to the Spanish Armada that tried to take over England in 1588 since she won't be Queen. And then that will change history as we know it if Spain is the world power instead of England during that time! And if-

Logan began to get a headache as he thought more about the 'what if' scenarios but then he decided it was silly to think like that. History wouldn't change as long as they both kept this little affair quiet because Logan knew everybody messed around during this time as much as they did back in his time. But he still did not want to be the one who ruined the timeline, though this tiresome thinking was soon gone from his head when Logan looked back down into Anne's pleasured filled eyes.

Logan had been fucking her on the table for almost twenty-five minutes now and yet it only felt like five minutes to him. He wasn't tired at all and could go on all day…thanks to his healing factor. He wasn't even close being done with her since they both still had their clothes on and he couldn't wait to see her completely naked.

However, Anne did manage to pull Logan's shirt off before they began, exposing his perfectly sculptured chest. It was a little hairier then most men's chests but she thought it just made him look even manlier. But Anne had been learning by the minute, Logan was not like other men…he was god-like.

All the other men she had been with, only a few were able to give her pleasure but none of them could do that and go on this long like Logan was doing. She was even getting a little sore down there but the pleasure was too great to stop. She honestly didn't even know that sex could last this long and from this moment on, she knew what the church had been teaching her about sex was wrong. God didn't make sex for only making kin, he had made it for pleasure too but she had kind of always known that, Logan just confirmed it.

"OH MY GOD!" Anne cried through Logan's hand as she dug her nails into his back again. She knew Logan liked it since he would excited and begin thrusting in and out of her even faster and harder which sent her into ecstasy.

And Logan knew she liked it when he would inflict pain back to her like when he pull her hair or grab her roughly since he could feel her tighten up against him and moan into his hand.

Logan and Anne kind of had sadomasochism thing going on between them but they both relished it.

Anne let out a final thunderous orgasmic scream which was muffled by Logan with both hands this time. Logan also felt himself go into a climax but quickly connected his mouth with hers, muffling his loud grunt of satisfaction.

After that glorious kiss, Logan's body went limped as he lay down on top of her but suddenly there was a loud crack that came from the table's legs. And before they could do anything, the table completely broke and they both fell down with it. It was amazing though that table hadn't broken during all that but it had finally given up now.

Logan pushed himself off her as fast as he could, afraid that he might have crushed her with his massive body but Anne began laughing uncontrollability.

"Uh are you okay?" Logan asked as he looked at her like she was insane.

"I'm more then okay," Anne chuckled as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on her. "I maybe bruised for a while but it was so worth it."

Logan smirked, "Only for a while? I guess I was much too gentle on you then."

Anne began stroking his back as she giggled, "Maybe a little but-

She suddenly stopped and then gave him confused look. "Your back…? None of the scratches are there but yet your blood is there?"

"I heal fast," Logan shrugged, causally.

Anne laughed, thinking he was just joking, "Well you just get more fascinating by the minute, don't you?"

"You have no idea," Logan grinned, pushing a lock of her hair from her face. "Now, don't you think I'm done with yer 'cause I'm goin' to rip this pretty little dress off yer body and fuck you all over again until you scream for mercy." He went down for another kiss but was denied when Anne put two fingers on his lips, stopping him.

"Sorry but no."

Anne smiled to herself when she saw a flicker of disappointment flash through Logan's eyes. She didn't want this affair to be a onetime thing since this was the best sex she ever had so she needed to work her best charms on him to keep him interested. And denying a man there and there sometimes would always get them all hot and bothered.

"Just a quick one then," Logan suggested, lifting her skirts up and putting his head underneath them.

"No," Anne half laughed as she tried to sound serious. She then let out a surprised squeak when she felt his tongue flicker over her vagina. She decided she had to stop him now or she would give in so she pushed him away with all her strength as she took her skirts back. "No not now, I've been gone too long and my family will be wondering where I am."

"You're right," Logan answered, monotonously as he got up off her and then zipped his pants back up. He began to wonder how he was going to control this affair if he couldn't even control himself!

"And well besides," Anne purred low as she rubbed one of her legs against his. "I want something to look forward to…"

Logan caught hold of her foot before it could touch his inner thigh then grinned, "You know you're right darlin', you should go because if we went at it again you attract the whole camp here with yer screamin'."

"I think I already did," Anne tittered as she glanced past Logan like she was looking at someone.

Logan felt his heart to begin to beat faster, thinking Wolsey or Thomas had caught them but he then sighed in relief to see it was only the shadow of Tim, his servant boy, standing outside the tent. He wondered how he missed him but Logan then remembered his keen senses were always a little off when he was love making.

When he looked back at Anne, she was already up and adjusting her dress back into place. "Midnight?" she suggested as she fluffed her long black hair.

Logan nodded almost a little too eagerly.

"Until we meet again, Master Logan," Anne hummed, promiscuously as she gave him a slight curtsy before leaving and taking the back way out of the tent.

Master? Logan thought, optimistically. I like the sound of that…

He knew he wouldn't be able to get her out of his mind all day but turned his attention to Tim. He couldn't believe that little pervert had guts to spy on them but for all he knew maybe this was a form of entertainment for the servants, spying on their masters. That did not sit well with Logan; he needed to set up some boundaries so Tim wouldn't discover his abilities by some chance.

And so Logan then abruptly grabbed Tim by the arm and yanked him inside, roughly.

"Okay I don't know how ya'll do things in this country but I'm pretty sure peakin' Tom's are bad in every country!" he growled in Tim's face, dangerously. Logan knew he almost said time period instead of country but he had caught himself before doing that. He was going to have to be more careful about what he said too if he didn't want to draw suspicion.

Tim looked like he was about to faint as he turned white as a ghost. He froze up, afraid if he moved, Logan would break his arm off and so he stammered, "S-sir, I wass not peaking-g!"

"Then wat the hell were ya doin' then?"

"I-I wass just keeping-g an eye out-t s-so noo one w-would w-walk in on-n you-u and the l-lady-y," Tim cried out as tears fell from his face. "I s-swear on m-my mother!"

Logan gave him a hard long look before he let him go, believing him. Logan was good at sorting out liars and Tim appeared to be truthful. He guess maybe servants back then were supposed to keep an eye out…

"Oh sorry then if that was what you were really doin'."

"No need to apologize, sir. I should have made my appearance known," Tim answered, lowering his eyes down as he wiped away his tears in shame.

"Actually don't do that," Logan responded, thinking that would be really weird and creepy if he knew Tim was there while he was fucking some girl. "You can be dismissed or do whatever you do when you have time off."

Tim gave him a confused look; this was kind of unwritten duty for a servant to do. "Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Tim nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

"Uh yeah do you have a rag or something?" Logan asked, turning around and looking at his bloody back. It wasn't a lot of blood but he didn't want it to get on his only shirt he had. "I need to wash this off."

"Sir, are you okay? You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine. Just get me something-

"Right away, sir," Tim responded as he ran off to get some supplies for him.

Logan watch him ran off before he sat down on his bed and began thinking about Anne. He could not believe Henry would eventually cut off her head. She was incredibly beautiful even in his time standards and she was actually smart! But Logan guessed that was probably why she got her head chopped off since men did not like intelligence women back in these times…

Hell what I'm I talkin' about? Most men don't like intelligence women back in my time too, Logan thought. He personally liked witty women because it gave more to the relationship and he could actually talk to them. And well it was so much more fun dominating them in the bed then a dumb submissive girl. But like any other man, Logan's thoughts went straight back to Anne's body not her mind.

He thought about Anne's breasts and how they were heavily pushed up in her dress so that each time she breathed they would go up and down, dramatically. He couldn't wait to see them bare and was getting hard just thinking about it but Logan was ripped out of his lustful thoughts when Tim returned.

"Here you go, sir. I'll wash-

Logan grabbed rag cloth that Tim was holding which completely caught Tim off guard as he mumbled, "Uh wait no sir I'll clean it for you-

"It's okay I'm perfectly capable of doin' it myself," Logan told him as he walked over to his water basin so he could get the rag wet.

Tim said nothing as he stared at Logan, completely puzzled. How Logan was acting he could tell that Logan was definitely not rich or noble. The privileged liked being waited on but Logan seemed annoyed by it. He thought maybe since Logan was a foreign that was why but he still found him really really strange.

"How long have you been a servant?" Logan suddenly asked as he began to wash the blood off himself.

Tim gave him another confused face, not believing he was talking to him like he was his equal but quickly answered, "Oh uh um since I was ten, sir."

"Oh I think that's the same age I started working too," Logan mentioned, nonchalantly. "I worked at a coal mine."

"A coal mine?" Tim asked curiously. No wonder Logan was acting like this he had been in the poor working class like him too. "Uh what is that, sir?"

"Oh umm…" Logan remarked as he stop swabbing himself. He had forgotten they didn't use fossil fuels during these days. "Uh I basically broke apart big rocks and then carry them back to the camp."

That sounded kind of pointless to Tim so he asked, "Why, sir?"

"Because coal is very valuable…almost like diamonds."

That made a little more sense to Tim but he still had never heard of coal. "So, sir when did you become-

"Will you stop callin' me that?" Logan interrupted, snappishly. "I'm not your father or you're superior officer. It's just Logan, okay?"

"But you are my superior…sir."

"It's Logan!"

"Uh yes, sir I mean….Logan…?"

Logan sighed as finished cleaning himself and grabbing for his shirt that was on the ground next to the broken table. "Now what were you gonna ask, kid?"

"When did you become a solider?"

"Hmmm…" Logan thought as he pulled his shirt over his head. "I think I was twenty….six when I enlisted? You know I'm not really sure…" Logan knew he and Victor enlisted in the Union's army in 1861 but he could not remember their age and he didn't feel like doing the math either.

"Wow, do you like being a solider, sir I mean Logan?"

"Well it definitely keeps life interesting," Logan drily answered but then shrugged. "But I don't know its okay I guess…"

Tim had always dreamed being and going to fight in great wars but he was too physically weak. And he had to help out his family since he had six other brothers and sisters and his parents didn't make enough money to support them all yet it was always nice to dream.

"Sir, I mean Logan, I was just wondering what is it like killing someone-

But Tim was stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Sir Thomas More's shadow suddenly appeared in front of the tent's entrance.

"Thank you for your help, Tim," Logan told him as he dismissed him. Logan knew what Tim was going to ask and was glad Thomas came now because he didn't want to answer that question.

Tim nodded his head then ran away past Thomas who finally walked in.

"Hello, my friend did you get any rest?" Thomas asked, cheerfully. "You look much better."

"Umm…no not really," Logan replied, hiding a smile. "But I do feel a lot better though oh but I finally figured out why you're famous."

Thomas raised an eyebrow as he did not understand what he meant by that.

"You wrote that book Utopia, didn't you?"

Thomas shook his head a little baffled; Logan had caught him off guard with that statement. "You know of my work?"

"Yeah your book is very famous in Canada," Logan answered, truthfully. He had suddenly remembered he had seen the book at a bookstore once a long time ago. "That's why I thought your name was so familiar…"

"My goodness I did not think my works had spread that far out into Europe," Thomas smiled, modestly. Logan had made Thomas's day without even realizing it.

Logan smiled as he nodded. "Yes but please forgive me I have not read it myself."

"Oh dear friend, I am not offended. I'm just excited that you even had heard of it."

"Yes but now that I have met you in person, I'm becoming more curious about it. If you have an extra copy of it lying around I would love to read it."

"Of course, I would be honoured but alas I have none with me. Though, if you were to go back to London with us then I could get you one…." Thomas slurred, letting a hopefully smile form on his face.

Logan laughed, "Now are you tryin' to convince me to go back to London too like Wolsey had tried an hour ago?"

"He was trying to persuade you?" Thomas asked, sounding surprised.

"Yup."

"Interesting… but if I judged you correctly, my friend then I know you would not enjoy the French company for very long."

Logan just snickered in response.

"So a future trip to London is possible for you?"

Logan shrugged, teasingly.

Thomas grinned, "I must warn you though, you cannot be that misconstrued when they actually ask you in person but anyway I actually came here to escort you to dinner with the majesties and the courts."

"Oh boy, well let's get this over with."

"What happen to the table?" Thomas asked when he finally noticed the shattered table behind Logan.

"Oh um I sat on it…"

Thomas actually began laughing but stopped himself. "Forgive me but that must have been a sight to see."

"Oh it was…"

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Logan was so happy he was not seating between Francis and Henry this time around in Palace of Illusions. He suspected Wolsey had something to do with it but little did Wolsey know he had actually done Logan a huge favor.

Logan was now seating next to Thomas More off to the end of the table yet unfortunately he was still close enough for Henry and Francis ask him annoying questions while they served dinner which was surprisingly good. The meal consisted mostly of meat which was fine with Logan since he was carnivore. But after the servants removed the table in front of them and dinner ended, Francis and Henry stop talking to him since now they both were watching various wrestling matches between the English and French wrestlers.

The wrestling matches were being fought on a small mat in front of the royals as the courters and other guests sat around it in a circle.

And Logan had also observed a private war had sparked between Francis and Henry when the wrestling matches began. It was like they were trying to outdo each other through their wrestlers. But Logan couldn't keep much of his attention on the wrestling matches long or on the kings when he spotted Anne.

She was sitting on the other side of the circle next to her sister, Mary and looked like she was not enjoying the fights at all. So Logan tried meeting her eyes with his but it was like she refused to look at him and it was driving him nuts. She was torturing him, intentionally and Logan want nothing more to just go over there and sweep her off her feet so they could fuck instead of watching this waste of time.

"Something troubling you?" Logan heard Thomas ask him, taking him out of his fantasies.

Logan shook his head a little but then yawned, "How much longer do we have to watch this?"

Thomas glanced over at Francis and Henry who were eagerly watching the fighting then remarked, "We cannot leave until the majesties…well basically get bored."

"I'm bored, does that count?"

Thomas chuckled, agreeing with him.

"Bravo," Francis clapped, loudly when the French wrestler was the winner of this match. He just had to rub it in Henry's face as he leered in his ear, "You zee that brother? In most thingz we French excel you."

Henry nodded his head but said nothing.

Logan grinned at Thomas who smirked back. They both knew Francis was about to give his best bragging rant ever to Henry.

"You know, we have the greatest painters, the greatest musicians, the greatest poets," Francis began, sounding smugly as ever. "Most of whom by the way live at my court, monsieur."

Henry nodded his head again as he pretended to be uninterested in what Francis was saying but inside he was seething.

"The greatest philosophical minds, engineers, architects!" Francis listed off like he had memorized and practiced this.

Henry gritted his teeth as he tried to give a smile but he just looked like he was in pain.

"And of course, we have the most beautiful women." Francis smiled as he nudged Henry. "You won't deny that, Will you?"

Henry was now grinding his teeth as he griped the chair's arms.

As Logan observed this, he thought if he was Henry he would just punch Francis in his French face instead of listening to his French shit.

"Even our wresters are better than yours," Francis laughed as he turned his attention back to the matches and began clapping.

"Are you sure?" Henry finally growled at him.

"What?" Francis responded, automatically. It was like he had bragged without even knowing it; it was almost natural for him.

"I said are you sure?" Henry repeated as he stood up, pushing his chair back dramatically.

Everyone had gone silent in the room as they all stared at Henry.

"That all your wrestlers are better than mine? Do you want to prove it?"

"What are you suggesting?" Francis asked, arrogantly.

"I'm challenging you to a wrestling match, brother," Henry snarled in a fake polite voice.

Logan smirked, thinking maybe Henry wasn't such a pussy after all.

Everyone in the court suddenly went crazy as excited whispers filled the court when Henry said those words. Thomas had stood up to stop Henry but Henry just ignored him. And when Francis didn't say anything Henry then laughed, "You're a coward then."

Francis immediately stood up and got in his face, "The French honor is at stake. I accept your challenge."

Henry gave him a nasty smile. He couldn't wait to put this French dog back in his place when he beat his ass.

"Le nous permettre de faire maintenant," Francis hissed in his face. "Let's do it now."

They then immediately began ripping their shirts off as Bishop Bonnivet came over and told Francis this wasn't a good idea while Thomas told Henry this was not a good idea either.

Logan laughed as he made himself comfortable in his chair; he knew he was going to enjoy this fight.

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Francis and Henry's wrestling match was pretty pathetic to Logan but watching two powered hungry idiots fighting like little children was very entertaining to him. Though, Logan had to admit he was disappointed by the winner because Francis had won…. which meant he had something else to brag about. And even Logan couldn't stand another second of his bragging so he had a crazy idea that might shut Francis up…for good.

Logan couldn't help but get a slight smile on his face as he slowly got up for his seat and walked over to Francis who was celebrating his victory in the middle of the hall. Henry was off to the side while Thomas tried to calm down since Henry went into anger rage when he lost and began yelling, he wasn't going to sign the treaty. Logan knew he probably be pissed as hell like Henry if he lost a fight against that boasting idiot.

As Logan approached Francis, he didn't even have to push through the crowd of people that surrounded him, they just moved for him. Everyone wanted to see what Logan had to say to Francis.

"My majesty, you wrestle like a champ!" Logan fake smiled when he finally reached Francis.

"Thank you zo much, my friend!" Francis yelled, excited as he suddenly hugged him. "I guezz a champ meanz champion haha!"

Logan froze as Francis embraced him, he wasn't expecting a hug. He was not a huggy kind of person and most people could guess that by just looking at him but Francis was too happy to care.

My dear friend, I waz actually going to ask you zomething!" Francis shouted, obnoxiously in Logan's ear as he let go of him. "I wantz to invite you back to Paris with me-

"Your majesty, I actually came over here because I want to fight you," Logan said over him, loudly.

Francis smile faded away as he looked at Logan, confused.

So this time Logan asked louder so that everyone in the hall could hear him. "May I fight you, your majesty?"

The whole hall became silent as a doornail as everyone stared at Logan with shocked faces. Logan had crossed a line…a big line.

Though, Francis began laughing, thinking Logan was joking and retorted, "Yes very funny but as you should know I am too tired since Henry was a great challenger and-

"Fight him!" Henry abruptly bellowed, angrily as he pushed Thomas away who tried to hold him back. "You coward!"

Francis frowned and looked like he was about to sneer something at Henry when Bishop Bonnivet pushed his way through and stood in front of Francis as he barked at Logan, "Are you mad! It would not be a fair fight! You are obvious bigger than him!"

Francis looked really annoyed by that comment. He did not like being compared to Logan since Logan made him look like a twig.

"And even to ask is an insult!" Bishop Bonnivet fumed, face turning red. "I don't care what country you're from! You should be arrest for disrespect-

"You cannot touch him!" Henry growled, unexpectedly when he stepped in front of Logan. "He is under my protection!"

Bishop Bonnivet gave Henry a perplexed look as he backed down but said nothing. Francis didn't say anything either but he looked enraged instead. Henry had stolen Logan and he knew he couldn't do anything about it since it seemed like Logan wanted to be on Henry's side.

"Now I think there has been enough excitement for one day," Thomas announced as he pulled Henry away. "His majesty is going to retire now."

"Meet me at my living quarters," Henry whispered under his breath to Logan before he stormed off out of the hall. Everyone moved out of his way a lot faster than they did for Logan.

Logan winked at Francis before he turned around and followed Henry out the hall.

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"I just want to speak to Logan alone!" Henry growled when he finally got to his tent, making all the guards stop short behind him. He then stomped in his magnificent tent as he shooed away servants that were waiting in inside for him.

Thomas shook his head in disapproval when he approached the tent. Henry was only making a bigger fool of himself by acting like this but he wouldn't listen when Thomas tried to reason with him.

"Wow," Thomas heard Logan say behind him. "He's like a baby."

"He wants to speak with you alone," Thomas said in a very serious tone. "So Logan, you have to convince him to sign the treaty because if he does not he'll look like an even bigger fool." Thomas thought Logan was probably the only person Henry would listen to since he idolized him so much.

"Thomas, I can't promise anything," Logan sighed before he stepped forward into the tent.

"I have faith in you," Thomas whispered behind him.

Henry was washing his face in his water basin when Logan found his way into Henry's bedroom part of the tent which was crazy fancy and big.

"Uh your majesty?" Logan stated, making his presence known.

"That French dog has always been a cheat!" Henry abruptly snarled, as he grabbed a towel and then scrubbed his face with. When he was done, he threw the towel violently on his huge bed and then knocked the mirror over that was next to the water basin. The mirror surprisingly though didn't break, making Henry madder. "He has made a damn fool out of me for the last time!"

Okay…Logan thought as he watched Henry's tantrum. He is such a child, how the hell can I calm him down?

"Yer majesty, it's okay we all lose fights sometimes, we're just human. I mean I have lost fights to bigger idiots then Francis," Logan tried to reassure him. "Just 'cause he won the fight, doesn't mean he has won the war."

Henry actually stopped and began to take steady breaths but then snapped, "Well I'm not signing that damn treaty! England has never been allies with the French! It's been proven since throughout history we have done nothing but fight each other! And you want to know the reason why? Because of dung heads like him!"

"Yer majesty, if you don't sign the treaty then he will win the war. You can't let that little prick get to you."

Henry gave him a sharp angry mystified look.

"I mean… if you don't sign the treaty then he'll know he got to ya. You gotta act like that fight was no big deal and that will really bug him 'cause then he can't mock you about it. And you actin' like some maddened fool only gives him more fuel to brag about how great he is. So actually signing this treaty will prove to him that you don't give a rat's ass about that fight."

Henry said nothing for a while as he thought but then nodded his head. "You and Thomas are right…"

"Yeah so you should sign that damn treaty and let that dick know he's nothing to ya!"

"You are right," Henry continued nodding as he stared at the ground.

"Oh and treaties are always eventually broken anyway…yer majesty," Logan smirked, knowingly.

A sly smile began forming on Henry's face. "You are right again…" He then walked over to Logan and touched his shoulder and said, "Logan, I really want to thank you for backing me up back there."

Logan shrugged. "I told you the French weren't my favorite people, my majesty."

Henry laughed, amusedly. "You choose the right side, my friend. And what you did back there to Francis was brilliant! Did you see him squirming around in his skin?"

I couldn't let him have more braggin' rights, yer majesty 'cause I was even gettin' sick of hearin' it."

"Oh don't be sorry. Don't be sorry at all, my friend."

Logan just shrugged again, contentedly.

"Do you want some scotch?" Henry asked as he walked over to his little alcohol tray that was next to his bedside.

Logan nodded, keenly. Any alcohol sounded good to him.

Henry handed him a glass after he poured them for the both of them. "So Logan, are you tired of being a solider?"

Logan first took a nice swing of the scotch before he said, "Sometimes I guess."

"Would you want to retire?"

"Yeah but I don't think that will ever happen," Logan smiled, ironically as he continued to drink.

"Well what if you could?"

"Then great?"

"Then what would you say if I wanted to make you one of my personally advisors and a lord?"

Logan began choking on his drink as he coughed, "What?"

Henry put his scotch down and smiled, "Logan I know I haven't known for very long but I like you. I like you a lot and I really don't want to see you leave so I'm going to offer you a new life here in England."

Logan's mouth literally dropped open because he even knew no Kings ever made these kinds of offers to someone as poor as Logan. It was simply unheard of…no it was unimaginable!

"You'll never have to fight a war again," Henry told him like he was a salesman. "And you'll own land and have money."

Logan didn't even know what to say but was able to form words when he asked, "Uh wow yer majesty but why? I'm just a poor common solider, I'm not royalty nor do I have any noble blood. This isn't possible and I'm pretty sure you can't do this I mean no body becomes poor to rich over night."

"I can do whatever I want I'm the king," Henry simply said.

Logan nodded to that, he had a point.

"But Logan I'm very good at judging a person's character and I know you're not just a common man."

Well I guess you got that part right…I'm not common…Logan thought as he looked at his hands. But I'm pretty sure you're not good at judging people's "characters."

"You may not look it but you're actually really smart, Logan…"

Oh wow thanks…

"….and I could use a sharp mind like you. You have so much experience from all the wars you been in and from your long life."

Hey I maybe old but I don't look that old, bub.

"And I could really use your wisdom and advice. You just gave me great advice moments ago."

"Yeah but yer majesty I can't be a Lord, I'm more of a of a manual labor kind of person not a person who sits on my ass all day."

Henry looked at him and began laughing then slapped his back. "Oh no no Logan I was not planning for you to do that. I was thinking maybe you could educate and train my armies with your vast military knowledge and experience."

Logan blinked his eyes, stunned. He could not do this! He couldn't become a fucking lord. This was ludicrous, absolutely and completely ludicrous! But he knew he couldn't say no either since it probably be a big insult because being appointed a Lord was a big fucking deal back then.

"Oh uh of course, yer majesty, I would accept but I can't just abandon my country and my troops," Logan slurred out, hoping that was a valid excuse.

"You won't be abandoning your country," Henry told him. "You'll actually be representing your country. I'll send a messenger to Canada and explain everything and I'm sure with that our countries can be great allies."

Dammit…Logan thought, trying to think of another excuse but he couldn't. He had to say yes or Henry might have his head or something. What could he do?

"Okay I'll do it," Logan finally sighed, trying to look happy.

Henry began to grin uncontrollable as he suddenly gave Logan a hug which Logan was not expecting and just froze, awkwardly.

Logan was really getting sick of the hugging thing; he didn't even like it when women hugged him. He was not a huggy person but yet everyone kept hugging him here! He wished he was back in his time where hugging another man was considered gay…

"Trust me, Logan you're going to love the royal life."

Logan bit his lip as Henry embraced him and thought, Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?

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Who likes the sound of Lord Logan? Well I think I personally like the sound of Master Logan better ;)

Review, my lords and ladies!

Okay I'm sorry I just like to apologize for that cheesy line… I'm getting way into it…