Author's Notes: I don't know if you guys noticed or not but I take forever updating so calm down I'm not abandoning this story. I'm going to finish it…it just may take a while but like I have said before the more the reviews I get the more motivated I am to write faster ;)

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It's almost midnight! Logan excitedly thought as he walked back from his meeting with Henry. Anne was supposed to meet him in his tent soon and Logan was so hoping Anne would be waiting for him on his cot…naked!

Logan could not stop grinning at that thought and not only was he going to fuck a beautiful woman in a few minutes, he also was going to be made a Lord!

At first, Logan thought him being a Lord was a horrible concept but the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. Logan had no idea how long he would be stuck in this time period so while he figured out how to get back to his own time, he decided living the rich lifestyle could be fun for a little bit. He thought he deserved a little pampering since he couldn't even remember the last time he had a vacation.

When Logan returned to his tent he was disappointed to find Tim was the one waiting for him but this did giving him time to prepare for Anne's arrival.

"Get out of here, Tim," Logan anxiously snapped as he pushed him out of the tent. "I'm having sex again!"

"Uh okay uh s-sorry! Yes sir!" Tim responded before he ran off as fast as he could. He did not want to get in the way of Logan's sex life because he knew he probably get killed over it if he did.

After Logan got rid of Tim, he began prepping himself for when Anne would arrive. He checked himself out in the mirror that was above the water basin while he washed his face and fixed his hair. He then took off all his clothes and flexed his muscles a bit as he checked them out. Logan couldn't help but think he looked pretty good, he usually never thought that about himself but compared to all these stinky medieval people he was the hottest person here.

Logan then jumped into his bed after he blew out the two candles that lit his tent so it would look like he was asleep when Anne made her entrance.

Logan then laid there for almost half and hour as he fantasized about her until he realized she wasn't coming, he had been stood up…

Logan groaned as he put his pillow over his head, he felt like such an idiot. He wasn't upset that Anne wasn't coming; he was more upset with himself since he had been acting like a school girl with a crush. It was beyond embarrassing and humiliating but he was just glad no one had witness him act like this…especially Victor.

I guess I really just wanted to get laid, Logan thought, shaking his head in shame but in reality Logan actually liked Anne and used that excuse for the rejection he felt instead.

"God, I need a fuckin' drink," Logan finally sighed as he sat up and rubbed his head. He stopped though when he realized someone was approaching his tent with his heighten senses.

Oh now she decides to come? Logan thought, bitterly as he lay back down on his cot but then smiled a little. Well since she's here…

He closed his eyes and expected her to jump into bed with him or something but when he got a whiff of 'her' scent; he quickly realized the person in his tent was not Anne. It was some stinky man…

Logan angrily threw off his covers ready to chew this guy out but he then suddenly felt a knife go into his throat before he could do that.

Logan let a surprised grunt out since he had been totally caught off guard and thought he would have foreseen something like this but yet his jugular vein that had been stabbed began spurting out blood, wildly.

The assassin grabbed Logan's hair and bent his neck back so he could finish the job but then Logan released his claws and jammed them into the man's chest. And before the man could even yell, Logan cut off his air supply by pulling his claws out of him in lighting speed and wrapping his right massive arm around his throat.

"Why were ya tryin' to kill me?" Logan viscously hissed, loosening his grip a bit so the man would be able to talk.

The assassin only made a choking noise, still stunned at the events that had just past.

"I said why did ya try to kill me?" Logan repeated as he shook the man. "Who sent ya! Was it Wolsey or was it-

"Y-you're a d-deemon-n! A demon!" the man suddenly cried out, frantically. "Oh God save me!"

Logan sighed and then crushed the man's neck with his colossal bicep since knew he wasn't going to get any information out of him. He dropped the man's dead body on the ground as he cracked his neck around and touched the spot where the man had stabbed him. The wound had already healed itself.

He had to be sent by Wolsey or the French, Logan concluded as he examined the man's body. Great, I hope this isn't-

"Oh my god, you are a demon…" Logan suddenly heard a voice say behind him. He turned around to find Anne staring at him in horror. She was pale as a ghost and looked like she was about to faint since she had seen everything including his claws…

"Anne I-I," Logan shuttered, trying to think a good explanation for all this. He then swiped the blanket off his bed and covered his pride since he suddenly felt uncomfortable being naked around her. "I can explain! That man was tryin'-

Anne backed up while she tried to bolt out of the tent but Logan seized her and put a hand over her mouth before she let out a shriek.

"Calm down," Logan said in cooling voice, pulling her body against his. "I'm not goin' to hurt ya."

Anne winced and froze up against him since she was afraid that his weird claws things would come out and pierce her.

"That man was tryin' to kill me," Logan told her, softly. "But I'm sorry you had to see that and I'll let go of you if you don't scream and go wakin' up the whole camp."

Anne shakily nodded her head but as soon as Logan loosened his grip she turned around and kneed him right in the privates before she ran off.

Logan kept in a yelp as he coddled his privates. She had hit him pretty hard so there was no way he could run after her and stop her. "Dammit," Logan grunted as he hunched over. He knew it was all over now and that he was going to be burnt at the stake as soon as Anne told everybody about him.

"Damn and I was really lookin' forward to becoming a Lord…"

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"You're majesty, how can you believe him?" Wolsey exclaimed in utter disbelief. "He has been telling lies since he first open his mouth!"

"How dare you question my judgment!" Henry snapped back, angrily. "It is more than evident that he only killed that man in self-defense!"

Logan yawned as he watched them fight over his fate, he was so tried from this long and strange day and wanted nothing more than get some sleep but knew that probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

After Anne left, Logan presumed she didn't' tell anyone since no mob with pitch forks came after him so he decided to go to Henry and tell him what had happened. He had basically told the truth him since it really wasn't his fault but he had left out the parts about his claws, his healing factor and Anne.

So now Henry, Wolsey, Thomas and a few guards were in his tent debating on the issue. Wolsey of course, argued that he should be arrested but fortunately Henry was on his side. Thomas on the other hand, hadn't spoken his opinion yet and was avoiding Logan's eye contact. It made Logan surprisingly nervous since he respected Thomas and wanted him on his side too.

"Look at what he did to that poor man!" Wolsey fired back, pointing at the dead man's body. "He stabbed that man six times and crushed his neck! That cannot be out of self-defense, he slaughtered him!"

"If someone was trying to kill me in my sleep, I would do that too!" Henry growled back. "Self-defense can be the only explanation to why this man was even in his tent in the first place. Because why else would Logan kill a man in his own tent?"

Wolsey didn't seem to have an answer for that as he made up some other excuse.

Henry smiled a little at stumping Wolsey but then turned to Thomas who stood in the corner of the tent and asked, "Thomas, what do you say?"

"I agree with…you're majesty since this does look like it was out of self-defense."

Logan's tense body, relaxed a little. He was glad he gotten out of this one but he knew he had to be more careful for now on. His only problem now was Anne…

"Though, the way he was killed does seem a little unnecessary…" Thomas added.

Logan looked away and said nothing.

"Okay well either way it's settled then," Henry announced as he came over to Logan and put an arm around him. "But now we must find out who this man is and why he tried to kill Logan."

"Settled?" Wolsey cried out outraged. "We should have a trial before-

"Wolsey I said it is settled," Henry snarled, flatly. "Because as King I pardon Master Howlett of all crimes since he was only acting out of self-defense."

Wolsey silently cursed, angry that his plan hadn't worked out since he was the one who had sent the assassin after Logan.

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After getting very little sleep last night, Logan now found himself watching the ceremony where King Francis and King Henry sign the Treaty of Universal and Perpetual Peace between their two countries in the Palace of Illusions.

And Logan could barely keep his eyes open while watching the ceremony even with the singing choir boys in the background until he noticed Anne was sitting right behind him. He immediately perked up and sneaked a glance at her, surprised she was even here and looking so well.

Maybe she thought what she saw last night was a dream, Logan thought, hopefully. He sincerely wished that was the case because he still couldn't think up a great excuse for his claws and healing factor since he was pretty sure medieval people would not understand genes and mutations. But even so, he had to talk to her before he left since apparently he was going back to London with Henry and the English court in just a few hours.

"Now I ask his gracious majesty King of England to also sign in good faith the treaty of universal and perpetual peace," Wolsey announced after Francis signed the document in his fancy French handwriting.

Logan noticed Henry did not look at all thrill about signing the treaty as he tried to keep his face neutral while he also signed it. Logan had a feeling Henry still felt humiliated about losing that wrestling match against Francis and for some reason signing this treaty hit Henry's pride like if Francis had won again or something.

Wolsey on the other hand, was beyond happy about the treaty since he now had the French support for when he tried to go after papacy.

After Henry's seal was stamped on the treaty, everyone in the room began clapping and the choir boys began to sing louder. Logan clapped along but then noticed Charles Brandon who sat next to him did not clap. He looked like he wanted to jump up from his sit and tear the treaty in half.

"Don't worry," Logan whispered to Charles. "I doubt the treaty will last very long I mean aren't you guys always fighting about something?"

Charles didn't look at him but a sly smirk did form on his face.

"Brother," Francis smiled as he brought Henry into an embrace. "Iz so glad we zign this and there can bez peace between ourgh great countries"

"Yes," Henry fake smiled, patting his shoulder as he sneaked out of their embrace. "But we must part ways now to go back to our great countries so farewell brother." He then in lighting speed left through the back entrance before Francis or anyone else could say a word to him.

"That was faster than I thought," Logan commented as he sneaked another glance at Anne but noticed she also was already gone.

And so Logan's theory about Anne thinking his claws and healing factor was dream went out the window. He sighed since he now had to definitely go talk to her.

But before Logan could get up, Charles Brandon put a hand on his shoulder and said, happily, "So Logan I heard the great news! That you're going back to London with us!"

"Yup I really had no choice in the matter," Logan answered, pushing himself up from his seat. Anne's scent was dwindling so he kind of wanted to hurry up this conversation and follow it.

"You make it sound like you were forced-

"Excuse Charles but can you introduce me to your friend?" a commanding voice said over him.

Logan looked over to see an impressive figure, standing behind Charles. The man had red fiery hair and he carried himself like he thought he was the most superior person here. And his expensive clothes and furs he wore showed he was also one of the wealthiest people here as well.

"Oh your grace," Charles responded like something bad in his mouth. He obviously did not like this guy at all as he stared at him. "Of course this James 'Logan' Howlett and Logan this Edward Stafford, Third Duke of Buckingham."

Logan fake smiled as he nodded but then reluctantly bowed when Charles nudged him. He could barely remember when to bow to a king so how was he possibly known about bowing to a Duke?

"Charmed I am sure," Duke retorted, not liking Logan's disrespect. "Excuse us Charles but the adults are going to talk now."

"Your grace," Charles spat out, angrily before he left them.

"Was that really necessary?" Logan asked as he blinked his eyes in incredulity.

"I do not think you would be so pleasant to him if you found out he deflowered your daughter," Stafford hissed low.

"Uh okay…" Logan slurred, wanting to end this conversation so he could find Anne. "So is there something you want, your grace because I have to go-

"I just wanted to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"You are making friends with the wrong people."

Logan held the urge to roll his eyes since he couldn't believe this guy was jealous he wasn't friends with him. Is this how high school is like?

"Um okay is that all?"

"I am offering my friendship to you and if you're smart you'll accept it since I am richer than his majesty, I have more men at my dispose and…" He then lowered his voice so only Logan could hear it. "…and I am the rightfully heir to the throne."

"Ohh," Logan answered, finally understanding why this Duke was so interested in him. He thought Logan could be useful in his plan to overthrow King Henry like forming an allegiance with Canada. "Let me make something clear... I'm a foot solider so I don't have any of the connections you think I have."

Edward gave him a strange look.

"So you don't have to be jealous of Henry anymore," Logan remarked as he began to walk away. "Yeah so excuse me."

Edward though grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. A few people around them stopped and stared at them.

"Just because the King favors you right now does not mean you can treat me with disrespect," Stafford almost yelled at him.

Logan pulled his arm back and snapped, "I don't care who you are but you don't ever touch me again."

"You just made yourself an enemy!" Stafford snarled as his face turned red. "A deadly enemy." He then made a dramatically exit from the Palace of Illusions.

You have no idea how deadly I can be, bub, Logan wanted to growl right back at him but instead left to go find Anne.

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It didn't take very long for Logan to find where Mary and Anne's tent was located since Anne's scent was so distinct and easy to follow. And so he sneaked behind the tent and decided he should enter in the back instead of the front entrance since a female servant was there.

Logan released one of his claws in his right hand before he cut a long slit through the tent canvas. He then quietly slipped in and found Anne in her undergarments as she was bending over to the pick up a fallen dress she had dropped. Logan was a master at stealth so Anne didn't even notice him as he came behind her.

He covered her mouth with his massive hand before he put arm around her waist and arms to keep her immobile because he did not want to get kicked in the balls again.

Anne let out a loud muffled scream as she struggled and buckled against him with all her might but it did not good, he was too strong.

"Please just calm down for a second," Logan whispered, quietly. "I'm not here to hurt you I just want to explain."

"Mistress Boleyn, do you need help with your dress?" the female servant asked through the tent flap.

"Get rid of her," Logan ordered since he didn't want her walking in on them. "Or I'll have to get rid of her." He then reluctantly removed his hand from her mouth.

"N-no, Carol," Anne shakily said at first but then found her voice. "But can you find out where our carriages are and then can you fetch Mary?"

"Of course, my lady," Carol responded before she left the tent.

Logan then let Anne go since it looked like she wasn't going to cause a scene but he was wrong because as soon as he let her go, she picked up a suitcase and tried to swing it at his head.

He caught it though and threw it aside before he calmly said, "Anne I just want-

"What? What! What do you want!" Anne cried, hysterically as she tried to find a route to escape. "You want to try again so you can impregnate me with your demon baby?"

"What? No-

Anne began hyperventilating as she sat on her bed and prayed, "I'm sorry dear Lord I have sinned! Please forgive me and please protect me for this demon! I'm sorry!"

Logan was never good in these situations but he knew he had to calm her down so he sat down next to her and held her.

"Let go of me!" Anne cried as she thrashed against him but Logan didn't let go.

She eventually settled down and stopped struggling against him after five minutes and actually liked his warm embraced. He made her feel so safe and secure which confused her since wouldn't a demon be tormenting her or something?

"Is a d-demon processing you then?" Anne muttered almost inaudible. She thought maybe Logan had just fallen victim to demon procession since there was no way a demon would make her feel so safe.

"No…there is no demon inside of me," Logan automatically responded but then realized he was lying. He didn't per se have a demon in him but he knew there was a kind of darkness inside of him. And that 'darkness' would come out when he would go into his berserker rages. He would lose complete control of his actions and do horrible things in that state like kill anything in his way. So Logan kind of equated that to a demon procession but of course he wasn't going to tell Anne that.

Anne didn't look convince as she pulled herself out of his embrace. "Then what are you? Not only do you have those things." She glanced at his hands where his claws had come out of. "But that man stabbed you in the throat but yet…." She looked at his throat like she wanted to touch it. "…there is not even a scratch there."

"I just heal a little bit faster than normal," Logan causally explained like it was no big deal.

"I really thought you were jesting when you said that," Anne remarked, remembering the nail marks on his back that had disappeared. "Were you born like this or something with those things and the healin-

"Yes."

"You didn't ask for them through some witchcraft ritu-

"No I didn't ask for them," Logan snapped, starting to get a little annoyed. "Who in their right mind wuld ask for this curse? I always have to hide them and if anyone finds out about them they want to kill me for it!"

"So someone cursed you with it?"

"I guess you culd say that…" Logan shrugged, thinking maybe that was the best explanation he could give her since there was no way he could explain genes and mutations to her.

Anne held her mouth as she murmured, "That's so sad…how unfair to be chastise the way you are…yet you are only the victim."

"It's okay. I'm kinda used to it. Most people fear wat they don't understand and I'm sure if I was in yer position I probably wuld have thought the same thing."

Anne suddenly began crying again as she hugged him and sobbed, "I'm sorry I ever thought there was a demon inside of you! Even though, you are occasionally rude and mean, I can see now you do have a heart and that you could not possibly be a demon! Can you ever forgive me?"

"It's fine," Logan sighed, patting her head. "But can you not tell-

"I swear I will not tell a soul!" Anne remarked, determined as she sat up and wiped her tears away. "Because I do not think anyone else will understand…you're curse…"

Logan smiled since he was actually glad at least someone here knew about his secret and didn't want to ostracize or kill him.

"So I'm wondering though," Anne suddenly sly slurred. "Is that all your secrets?"

Logan laughed before he smirked, "Not even close, sweethart."

"Well tell me another," Anne sweetly smiled back.

"Nah I think we had enough excitement for today, darlin'," Logan told her as he gently touched her cheek. All he wanted to do is fuck her now before he left for London.

Anne took his hand and kissed it before she whispered, "I think I can handle anything now."

"Oh can ya now?" Logan chuckled while he touched her hair which was oddly silky smooth considering the lack of conditioner in this time period. "Fine okay…I know this one thing will definitely shock ya."

"Try me."

"I'm turnin' hundred and forty next year."

Logan grinned when he saw Anne's jaw drop and laugh, "Yah I know I look prutty good for my age."

"Are you serious?" Anne managed to choke out.

"Yeah I'm not very sure why I stop agin' when I turned forty but I'm glad I did because I would not want to look like a twenty year old or an eighty year old forever."

Anne blinked her eyes and then whispered, "Are you immortal as well?"

"I don't know maybe," Logan shrugged, insouciantly.

"You don't know?" Anne echoed in disbelief. "How do you not know? Is this part of your curse?"

"Uh-huh."

"You truly do get more interesting by the second," Anne chuckled still in a little shock but she was beginning to like this excitement. This was the kind of life she has always read and dreamed about, a life full of adventure and fantasy and Logan was the person who confirmed it was possible. So she was definitely going to live it up with him before it ended.

"But you know this kind of makes you an old man. A dirty old man…" Anne bit her tongue as she began to stroke his inner thigh.

Logan smirked before he playfully tackled her and pinned her to the bed. He slid a hand under her petticoat as he felt her silky legs and kissed her full on the lips.

"I heard you're going to London," Anne breathed in his mouth while she put her arms around his neck.

"Yeah are ya?

"No…I am to go back home to Wiltshire. Mary though is being dispatched to London since she's the king's new whore. But I'll write to you and it should not be long until I get there-

But Anne suddenly stopped talking when an older man with pure white hair entered the room. He was Anne's father, Sir Thomas Boleyn and he didn't look particularly happy to find Logan in his daughter's room. Since it was very improper to have two unwed people of the opposite sex in the same room with each without a chaperone and well Logan was on top of Anne which looked bad in every century.

"Uh sorry I better be going…" Logan announced as he quickly rolled off Anne and stood up. He then left without saying other word since Anne's father looked like he was about to kill him and Logan was never good with dealing with angry fathers.

He did though give Anne one last glance because he couldn't help but wonder if he would see her again. He kind of hoped so…

Thomas Boleyn turned his attention back to Anne after he watched that odd man leave and hissed, "I cannot believe-

"Oh nothing happened, father," Anne interrupted him as she stood up and went through her suitcase to look for a new dress to wear.

"Oh nothing happened?" he repeated, face turning bright red in anger. "He was about to rob you of your virginity!"

"Rob me?" Anne muttered under her breath while she rolled her eyes.

"What did you say?" Thomas Boleyn growled as he abruptly grabbed her arm and turned her around. "If you're not a virgin, I'll disown you! No man will want to marry you and-

Anne jerked her arm back before she snapped, "You know as well as I, Father, that both you're little girls have not been a virgins since we moved to France!"

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I know some of you are thinking Anne overreacted but I don't think so. I mean come on people in the 16th century did not process the knowledge that we have today so if someone was different in that time period, everyone would assume they were a witch or demon. People thought Anne Boleyn was a witch for really dumb reasons… so yeah go away.

And in the show Anne would always snap back at her father when he was being annoying so yeah again.

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