Almighty Warrior! I'm glad to be back :) As always thank you for the review. Thank you new guest as well! I hope you enjoyed part one and hope you will enjoy part two. Here is chapter two and I will also be posting chap three along with it. Enjoy. . .

Arielle growled in frustration and threw her head back on the pillows, she stared at the ceiling angrily. When she was sure he was gone she began calling to her friend, an elderly red haired woman who worked in the kitchens.

"Mel!" She shouted. "Mel! I need your help!"

After a few moments of silence she called again. Finally, she heard footsteps coming her way. She was thankful it wasn't The Kurgan. The woman walked in with wide eyes and then blushed when she saw Arielle naked on her master's bed.

"What do ye wish Mistress?" The woman asked timidly.

Arielle sighed, "You don't need to be afraid, I'm not like him. I need you to untie me."

At that the woman looked terrified, "Oh Lord no. I can't go against his wishes. It would mean death. . .or worse."

"No, no, no." Arielle laughed softly, "I have a plan to avoid any trouble for you. After all that's the last I'd want for someone who works for me." She smiled kindly at the other woman.

Her words encouraged Mel and the woman moved forward, quickly undoing The Kurgan's knots.

"He's a master at knots as well as us," Arielle said jokingly, trying to ease Mel's stiffness.

The other woman looked more terrified than relaxed.

When she was done she averted her gaze and Arielle quickly went to the wardrobe, choosing a new green dress and put it on. It was made of wool and had long sleeves in Medieval fashion, gold thread made up delicate swirls on the the cuffs and hems, like most of her dresses it had been hand sewn by Mel. When she turned back the woman was gone. She nodded; it was understandable that the poor woman would want to get away from the room as quickly as possible. Arielle wouldn't want to face The Kurgan's rage either in this situation. She decided to find a river to bathe in, wake her up, and hopefully to get over her hangover. She knew that was a small river in the courtyard behind the castle. She took a linen, in place of a towel, with her and then made her way to the outside.

She felt free, despite being The Kurgan's property but that didn't bother her. It this world she didn't have to worry about work, or other people, or sadness. She was able to truly start anew, she was able to escape her brother's death and her grieving parents. That last part was the only thing that killed her on the inside because she knew how much losing two of their three children hurt. At least they had her younger brother to focus on as she hoped they were, and she had The Kurgan.

When she was done bathing she went back in through the kitchens and found Mel. She watched the servants work for a few minutes just to pass time before the other woman stepped greatly out of place.

"Why do ye do it?" She asked, the other servants looked at her in grave surprise. "Why do ye stay with him when ye know what he is and what he does?"

At first Arielle was surprised and she guessed that it was very out of place for the servant to ask but didn't feel offended. She would have asked the same thing in the other woman's place. She thought for a moment trying to organize her thoughts and reasons.

"I. . ." she began, "don't really know. I know he's an evil man, and that he's raped women before, I also know he's a murderer. He can't give me children and has done terrible things." She looked at Mel and shrugged, "I don't have a sane reason other than I love him, despite everything. He came to me after my brother died and at the time I was in a terrible place up here, "she tapped her head with one finger. "But he came and helped me heal. He's different with me and he shows me a side of him we never thought existed."

Mel listened with interest while her face showed concern. "I fear for ye Mistress. I don't want such a kind woman like ye to die at his hands." She grabbed Arielle's hands and held them tight, looking into her eyes fearfully. "Please leave him now."

Arielle only laughed softly, "No. I could never leave him. I need him, beyond these castle walls I couldn't survive without him." She considered telling Mel about the movie-Earth continuum but decided that it was too complicated for the woman, who technically didn't exist, to understand. "And he would fall apart without me." She grinned impishly.

Mel shook her head and turned back for her work, "I did not wish to speak out of place. I simply don't want to watch another young maiden die at his hands."

"I understand," Arielle said, "But you mustn't worry." She stopped for a split second, "I've never said 'mustn't' before. Hmm this place is growing on me quicker than i thought it would." She went on, "He couldn't bear to hurt me, or lose me. If anything I would end up killing him." She smiled at the servant woman smugly.

The older woman managed to smile! Arielle was near bursting with joy at that accomplishment. She let Mel get back to work and wandered off through the castle, exploring her new home more. Towards nightfall she heard The Kurgan's return. She dashed up the stairs and sat on the bed to wait for him.

The Kurgan had been out making his rounds around his land. Over the past couple of months that he had brought his woman home, he had been getting suspicious that a rivaling duke, Lord Ambros Hartmann, was spying on him. He went straight to his room and found Arielle sitting on the edge of their bed. His eyes narrowed.

"How did you get out of those ropes?" He demanded to know.

She giggled and smiled at him, "I have my ways."

"And I have my reasons for keeping you tied!" He shouted at her but she felt no fear.

"Come sit down my Lord," she laughed internally because she had always wanted to say that. She reached out for him and he reluctantly sat, lying down and putting his head in her lap. He gazed back up and her and huffed in frustration. She smoothed back the hair from his face and smiled down at him.

"There are more reasons than having you for my sexual pleasures at all times that I have for tying you to my bed," he told her. "There have been spies roaming my lands from a rival castle and I have reason to believe that they wish to take you from me."

Her face paled, "What? Am I in danger?"

"No. You are safe here," he said.

"I can see why last night angered you so much." She suddenly looked at him angrily, "Why didn't you tell me!?"

He remained calm at her outburst, "I only learned that it was certain last night, I caught the latest one and killed him before I went off for you. I am the master of my property and that includes you. I protect what is mine."

At the word protect her anger vanished, "I need protecting? Oh that's so sweet my love."

The Kurgan, a man who wasn't 'sweet', suddenly got up and forced her onto her back, "I am merely making sure no one touches what is mine," he growled, his face inches from her, his eyes turning dark.

Arielle sighed, "Alright, whatever you want." She looked away from him. "You aren't sweet by any means. You're horrid. Absolutely horrid and I can hardly stand to look at you."

That made The Kurgan happy, "As It should be. You are mine now and you should fear me and my wrath."

He pressed his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss that took her breath away. He pulled away suddenly and stared at her, his face showed no emotion.

"What are you thinking Kurgan?" she asked.

"I have claimed my mate and she will live forever like me," he said. "But we are under threat and she goes off to the tavern and gets drunk."

"She will not do it again now that she knows her life is on the line," Arielle smiled softly at his hard stare.

Satisfied with her answer he gathered her in his arms and buried his face in her chest, pressing his body close on top of hers and losing himself in her smell and body. She bit her lip to keep from making any sound and was glad he didn't bring up that man he killed at the tavern. In not doing so she knew he knew where her loyalties were, even while drunk. She kissed the top of his head and felt his breathing against her.

"You belong to me Arielle," he stressed the word belong. "If you touched another man I'd punish you. If another man touched you I'd kill him." His voice rumbled in his chest and she felt it.

"I know Kurgan. I fear for whatever man is spying on us because it's his funeral. Enough of that, let us eat now," she said, letting her hands roam his body and feel the muscles he was flexing for her.

He got up, "I hunger woman."

She nodded in agreement and the two went down to where their food was waiting. Arielle sat on his right hand side and the they enjoyed their own little feast. That night The Kurgan held his woman in his arms as they fell asleep. She rested easy but he was unable to close his eyes, alert at every little sound his property made. When he was sure no one was there except him, his mate and his servants he fell asleep.