Hello! I'm back with another chapter and the lovely JustCherry73 gets all the credit. She wrote this whole chapter because I sure as hell wouldn't have been able to do it justice like she did! Love you so much girl!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...in fact, the only thing I own is the storyline. JustCherry73 owns Leslie and everyone else mentioned in this story save for Lucy...she's mine...belong to themselves!

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Drew POV

It is crazy early in the morning, still dark outside, and I am sitting in my office going through decrees and past documents looking for evidence in Randy's court martial. Not that I was able to sleep a fucking wink anyway. The events of last night left me with every emotion you can think of. Many of these have left a scar on my soul.

Lucy…BITCH! If I never hear that wretched cunt's name ever again, it will be too soon. If she knows what's good for her, she will never show her lying, cheating face in my lands ever again. I court martial one of her little fuck toys in a few minutes. She better have taken the other one with her if she values his life at all.

Not that I give a shit what she does. I gave her safety and security when she's had nothing but chaos and turmoil in her life, and she repays me by fucking around on me and trying to make me look inadequate as a man. I don't fucking think so, bitch! Wherever she goes or whatever she does at this point is of no concern to me. She and her stable boy can go fuck themselves. I snicker at the thought of her trying to sneak into the brig to fuck Randy. That's where you'll find that son of a bitch! Good luck with that!

But my mind is on one thing and one thing only: my beautiful Sweet. Leslie Catriona McLean. Make no mistake, I am going to marry you as soon as my task is done. Finding out last night that we loved each other all along was both the biggest frustration and greatest joy I've ever felt in my life. This whole time we've could've… no, SHOULD'VE been together. Everyone who conspired to keep us apart can all go to hell! ALL of this heartbreak and betrayal would've been avoided had others just left us alone and let us be happy and together.

Well, that will damn well never happen again. I am holding a letter in my hand, one that I didn't know existed until just now. I read the words and I had to hold back tears. My dear, sweet mother… Mom, you always knew. You never had to be told. I promise that I will not fail you. I roll the precious piece of parchment up and place my seal on the outside, readying it for a special delivery before my thoughts drift to another painful subject.

I can't help but think of my brother, my real bother, John. I sigh heavy, knowing had he lived, Randy may have never even entered my life as I would've had both my real brother and my soulmate by my side this whole time. I may never have experienced all of this bullshit betrayal had John lived past childhood. But the past cannot be changed.

The fates for me and Leslie were set some time ago. As painful as it is knowing what we could've had, all I can do is move forward with the wisdom and knowledge I have now, and set right the course that was diverted for me and Sweet years ago. And look forward to the future: with my beautiful, fiery redheaded Queen by my side and making as many babies with her as possible. I have to smirk at the idea of how much fun we will having conceiving the future King of Scotland.

But first thing's first: time to court marital that disgusting piece of shit! I summon up my will and put on my game face. Before entering the Great Hall for the court martial, I have summoned Noam, my scribe. I instruct him to show this letter to Becky, one of my most trusted household employees. Her mother had been my mom's lady in waiting. I tell Noam, "Rebecca will know what to do once she reads the letter. Show it to her and her only. Then, take it to my bedchamber and place it with the rest of my private correspondences."

Then, I turn to Gunther and Gallows, my most trusted guards. I smile and say, "Fellas, after this court martial is over and that piece of shite is under the brig where he belongs, I have a monumental task I need to complete. It's going to take a lot of work and time, but it has to be finished. And I will need your help…"

After apprising them of the situation, I walk into the Great Hall with my head held high, giving off the royal manner my subjects deserve, that of a strong and capable man and King. I take my seat on my throne. There is no longer a smaller one beside me. I had that one taken out and burned, not wanting HER nasty stench anywhere near me. But a new one is already being made for…

I gulp as I locate Leslie entering the court on the arm of Sheamus, along with my entire court, army and household. Jesus Christ! Did she get more beautiful since last night? I had asked for them both to be in attendance as observers. Plus, Leslie offered to give her testimony to everything that she has witnessed in regards to that beady eyed motherfucker since coming back to the castle.

She nods at me and gives a slight smile. I give her one in return with the memory of last night still fresh in my mind. Not that bullshit in the tower. The kissing her, touching her, my mouth on those beautiful breasts, her telling of her eternal love for me part. Jesus Christ, do I love this woman with all my heart and soul. I long to hold her in my arms and never let her go. When I finally make love to her, it's going to be mind blowing! But I know that will come in due time.

Before I can say anything to her, Gunther and Gallows lead a shackled Randy into the hall. They shove him forcefully into the front of the room, with the chains on his feet and hands rattling, and the bastard dares to look just as smug and arrogant as ever, even with his eyes blackened and his lip split after the beating I gave him last night.

It takes all my inner strength to not rip him apart with my bare hands, especially as I look over at Leslie and see the bruising on her neck. I swear I should've killed him for touching my Sweet! But I have to set an example for my kingdom. My people need to know that their king is strong and will not tolerate a traitorous piece of shit like him.

I look in his icy cold blue eyes as I address him, "This is the official court martial of former Captain Randal Keith Orton. Randy, you were my brother in every way but blood. But you never gave a damn about me except what I could do for you. I had my father take you in as a child, allowed you to be raised and treated as my brother, gave you the best military training and oversaw your rise to the ranks that were unfathomably above your station. But that was never good enough for you. For all of that ego, all of your postering and arrogance, you never became the one thing you always desired to be: me. You have used your power to abuse others, manipulate situations, and undermine and betray your King. Those offenses include but are not limited to: buggery, attempted rape and murder, physical abuse of the royal horses… and adultery with the now former Queen, Lucia Johnson. Is there anything you have to say for yourself before I hear from the rest of my court?"

With that final charge, audible gasps of shock fill the room. I can sense the sympathetic eyes on me, especially by the ladies of my household and, of course, Leslie. But I cannot acknowledge this. I have to show strength no matter how much hurt I feel, mostly to my ego. Randy, the motherfucker, says nothing in his own defense and just continues to stare from me to Leslie. I'm sure revenge is on his mind, but if he goes anywhere near my Sweet, I swear to God I will kill him where he stands.

I make the announcement, "Since Mr. Orton has lost his tongue, and believe me when I say THAT can be arranged, I will now hear from any and all in the Kingdom who have a grievance with him. No matter how big or small, if you've had any hesitation before out of fear or some sense of loyalty to him as your Captain, I assure you any power he ever thought he ever possessed is gone. I want to listen to them all. Who would like to start?"

Without hesitation or anxiety, Leslie rises from her seat, "I will start, my King. I have a lot to say about the accused." I nod and she steps forward looking beyond beautiful in a black dress with her long red hair in a curly up-do. She addresses myself and the court with all the grace and dignity a woman of her station should possess. She is unwavering in her testimony, starting from seeing Lucy's goddamn face in Randy's mirror the day she arrived and the confrontation in the tower, detailing everything she saw and his attack with intent to kill on her.

But the part that has me ready to bolt from my chair and choke the life out of his worthless body is her recounting of how he attempted to drug and rape her in the library. She looks him dead in the eyes and unleashed the truth on every stunned member of the court. I always admired her boldness, but her bravery in the face of someone she once considered a close friend and is extremely dangerous has made me fall even deeper in love with her than I was before.

She finishes her statement with, "Randal, I once considered you one of my dearest childhood friends. But I now know what a reprehensible, unrepentant snake you really are. Whatever the King decides to do with you, I hope you will rot in hell, you bastard!"

She curtsies to me, and looks at me with tears swimming in those beautiful emerald orbs. Her voice slightly quivering, she says, "That is my full statement, my King. My loyalty will always be to you and the kingdom of Scotland."

As she walks back to her sit next to Sheamus, he suddenly rises from his seat and I can see the anger in his normal jovial face. He shouts, "Orton, ye rotten bastard! Had I known what ye done ta my charge, I woulda killed ye where ye stood! I have half a mind to destroy ye right now!"

Leslie soothes him and pulls him back down to his seat, assuring him the she will be fine. But she cuts her eyes back to Randy to give him her most scathing look to date and mouths, "Rot in hell, bastard". She has no fear of anything and anyone. God, I love her!

I speak, hoping my voice is still strong, "Miss McLean, thank you for your bravery and testimony. All that you shared will be taken into account when I hand down Randy's sentence. Now, are there others who need to come forward?"

Apparently, seeing Leslie do the right thing opened the floodgates. Several women from both the village and household came forward with their tales of Randy's sick debauchery. Using his power as my Army's second in command to coerce them into forced sex, roughing them up in the act, and threatening their lives if they came forward. Even telling one girl that he would "slit her throat in front of her parents if she breathed a word about what he did to her." All that I hear makes me nauseous! How could I not know the extent of his deviancy until now?

Then, members of my Army come forward with stories of mistreatment at his hands. Some with horrific actions for "disciplinary instances", including starvation, beatings and general abuse of power. And through all of this, that sick fuck stands there with that conceited and self-servicing sneer on his cocky, disgusting face, not saying a word.

But his expression changes quickly when Dolph comes forward, "My King, I would like to speak. I witnessed Orton's cruelty to the troops that has already been spoken of. But there are two incidents in particular that you need to know about. I know I should've said something before because they are truly awful and affected you greatly, my King. But given your friendship with Randy, I was afraid to speak up."

Randy seethes, nearly spitting with his words, "You shut the FUCK UP, ZIGGLER! I'll gut you like a fucking deer and eat your entrails!"

I stand up and rail at him, "NO, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! He has asked to speak and I will allow him. And if you interrupt him again, the only one getting gutted around here in YOU, motherfucker! I gave you the opportunity to speak in your own defense and you just sat there silent like the arrogant twat you really are! Gunther, if he speaks or even breathes out of turn again, gag his disgusting mouth!" I swear that Randy's eyes have turned red, like he is possessed by the Devil himself. I sit back down on my throne and say, "Dolph, please continue. I would like to hear what you have to say."

Dolph nods and starts, "My King, first, the last field mission we were all out on. You know, when we picked up Que… I mean, Miss Johnson. I assisted Orton on our typical tactical practices. It should've been fairly routine in nature. Well, Orton made a movement that even a novice at military maneuvers would never make in that situation. This resulted in his, well, what we thought was his near grave injury and the men feeling as if they had made an error when they had done everything to the letter. Before you and Miss Johnson arrived at the tent, I confronted him about this and how the entire army could've been affected. He told me to "shut the fuck up" and that "it was an accident". He also let me know that my rank would be cut if I said anything to you about his mistake."

I consider that day, remembering everything as it happened. How Lucy panicked and ran to his side to take care of his wounds. The magnitude of that moment dawns on me and I am steamed, "You son of a bitch! You did that on purpose, knowing that Lucy would come to you. Even then, you were plotting to undercut me and seduce her. You used the safety of the men in my Army in your sick little game to draw her closer to you and FUCK HER!"

Randy is nearly barking as he screams, "And it worked! Didn't it, McIntyre? She moved away from you and wanted my dick, not yours! And oh, did I fuck her good! By the river! In my bed under your own roof! She came crawling to me on those hands and knees begging for me to fill that tight little hole! And I was slamming that sweet cunt up in the battlement tower last night when you and that redheaded slut interrupted us! You heard Lucy screaming my name! She fucking LOVED it when I pounded that shit good!"

Gunther uses his large hand to chop Randy square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him and causing him to heave in pain. Everyone jumps at this action and winces at the sound. Leslie can't resist one final dig at this manwhore as she scoffs, "Her hole obviously wasn't that tight, you piece of shit!"

There is giggling from the court at her words. But I am seething red at his words, ready to decapitate this bastard for putting my men in danger. But I look over at Leslie. There is so much sadness in her eyes, and she sees my intentions. She mouths to me, "Don't let him do this to you! Stay strong!"

Leslie then pipes up, "Besides, last night was not with Lucy's consent. You forgot to add the charge of blackmail as he forced her up to the tower with threats of death against you, King. I would consider that not only rape, but treason."

I bite my lip and nod, taking a breath as the crowd in the hall gasp in horror and start to hurl insults and death threats at Randy. I hold my hand up and scream, "SILENCE!" All the talking ceases, and I look at Dolph and say, "You may continue. I believe you said there was something else you needed to tell me."

Dolph sighs heavily and starts, "Aye, my King. This was the night Queen Jennifer was killed. I was on my way back to my part of the camp after taking a leak in the woods. I was walking close to your tent when I heard raised voices coming from inside. I immediately recognized one as Queen Jennifer and it sounded almost as if she was in distress. Then, I heard Orton's voice, and his tone was threatening to her. I tried to hear what they were saying, but Jennifer emerged from the tent quickly after. It looked as if she was trying to run towards your direction, my King. Orton partially stepped through the flaps like he was going after her, and that is when the Queen was attacked by the wolf."

My eyes widen and scan back to Randy, who is looking at Dolph with murderous intentions. Dolph, noticeably shaken, finishes his testimony, "He just stood there, watching her get mauled and ripped apart by the wolf. That is when you intervened and tried to save her, my King. I saw Randy run out of the other side of your tent. He had his knife on him and he could've easily saved her whereas I did not. I confronted him as you were slaying the beast and asked him why he didn't try to save her. But he told me that I had better keep my mouth shut unless I wanted to end up looking worse than the Queen."

My head snaps to Randy's direction and I'm sure I look as if fire is about to shoot from my eyes. I can hear the moans and some sobs from the other females in my household, many who loved Jenny due to her sweet nature. I rise and stalk slowly in his direction. He is staring arrows through Dolph, but it's me that shit better be worried about!

I scream at him, "You son of a bitch! Why?! Jenny was innocent! She never harmed a soul in her life! Were you that desperate to hurt me that you allowed her to die and let me feel all the guilt for not being able to save her this whole time? I asked you a goddamn question, Orton! WHY?!"

That is when I hear that meek, sweet voice from my past speak to me, "I can answer that for ya, my King."

I turn and I'm shocked to see her standing there in my castle once again, "Nikki? Is that you? Oh my god!" Nikki had been Jenny's handmaiden for her entire life since both were in childhood. She left the castle in grief after her death and I had not seen her since the funeral.

She stands before me now, still with the long brown hair and short stature as before, but I can tell the year or so of anguish at losing her best friend has taken a toll on her. She nods, "Aye, my King. You see, dear Jenny wrote this letter for you right before her death. She was going to tell you everything that was in it the night she was killed. I was gonna give this to you after her death, but I was discouraged at do so by Captain Orton. More like threatened into keeping my silence! Bastard! But you can read it now, my King. It will explain everything, and I'm so sorry I was too scared to show it to you before!"

She starts to wail in sorrow, and I embrace her in a hug. The last year or so had obviously done nothing to squash her sorrow. I look at Leslie, who is also in tears, and say, "Swee… Miss McLean, please read the letter's contents to me and the court."

She nods and gently retrieves the letter from Nikki's shaking hand. Nikki takes Leslie's hand and gently embraces it as Leslie nods and gives her a sweet smile. Randy reaches out and tries to snatch the letter from her, but Leslie punches him hard in the face with cheers from the audience in tow. She yells, "Kepp your low-down hands off me, you fucking traitorous prick!"

Gallows elbows him in the nose, causing more blood to gush and flow, and says, "That's enough out of you, scumbag! I'll cave your skull in the next time you try to touch her!"

Leslie is visibly disturbed, shaking her right hand after the punch. But she opens the scroll and starts to read, her tears flowing down her rosy cheeks more as she goes: My dearest Andrew, I have something horrible to tell you. But first, I want to say that I love you so much, even though I know you do not feel the same way about me. You would never tell me this as you are a man of honor and kindness. But I know this to be true. Either way, I have done everything in my power to be a loving and faithful wife to you. However, fate has different plans for me it seems. Six weeks ago, while you were away in talks with the French, I remained at the castle. I had dinner with Randy one night, and I do not remember anything after until waking up the following morning naked in our bed, with Randy putting on his clothes beside me. My woman parts were sore and bruised, my pain was unbearable. When I confronted Randy about this and asked what happened, he winked at me and said, "You don't remember? We had a great time, Jenny. Don't worry, I'll never tell Drew."

Leslie stops reading and spits out in anger, "You fucking BASTARD! You drugged her! You gave her the dwole-dreng and raped her just like you tried to do to me!" She turns to me and says, "Oh Drew! I'm so sorry!"

I now have my eyes shut, still allowing a crying Nikki to cling to me. I breathe, "Leslie, please just finish the letter. I need to hear all of this. Please!"

She swallows a hard lump in her throat and continues, "I have been wanting to tell you about this all along, but fear and anger at myself and of Randy have held me back. However, circumstances have now made it unavoidable and you must know the truth. I have just discovered that…" Leslie sniffs hard but continues, "…that I am with child."

My eyes snap open with those words and I feel like my soul has left my body. Leslie whimpers as she tries not to cry reading the rest of the letter, "Given that I do not know who is the father of my child, I will be telling you this tonight. I wanted this letter as documentation of my truth in case something, or someone happens to me. You hold my fate in your strong hands. Drew, please know that if I had been conscious, I would have fought him off as hard as I could. It is well within your right to divorce and banish me after laying with another man, whether by my own will or not. Please know that if you do choose this for me, I completely understand. I wish you nothing but happiness and love. If I cannot be with you, please find her. The one you talk about in your sleep. The girl that you obviously have always loved. The one you call out to in your dreams. The one named Sweet. I will love you forever, Jennifer"

Leslie puts her hand over her mouth and looks at me, seeing my despondent state. But I've heard every word she has said. I look up at Randy and my blood boils hotter than the fires of Hell. That prick tries to talk, but that is when I notice that Gunther has finally gagged him with a cloth. I release Nikki's hold on my waist and I pull at my long, black hair. My eyes are bulging out of their sockets and I roar out with a mournful wail, the entire room startled at my reaction.

I rush up on Randy and hit him with all the force within me in his disgusting face. I climb on top of him and pound his flesh like it's nothing dead meat. That's what he is to me… DEAD! His screams are muffled by the gag and I continue to punch him. "I want you deceased! You don't deserve to live! She should be alive right now! Not you, goddamn it! Fuck you! I hate you!", I roar at the top of my lungs as Gunther, Gallows and Sheamus all try to get me to stop. But I won't cease until I put that fucker six feet under the ground!

But then, I hear and see my angel, my voice of reason, my Sweet. She is talking to me and I finally tune into what she is telling me, "Drew! Please stop! He is not worth it! You need to stop! Drew! Baby, please!"

I stop the beating and look into those beautiful green eyes. She puts her hands on my face and it is in that moment that everything hits me. All the pain, suffering and guilt I have felt over everything that has gone wrong in my life. But I see that face I have loved my entire life, and I can feel all of my burdens fly off my shoulders. I am free from it all!

I want to break down and cry. I also want to hold her in my arms and never let go. She senses this, and she shakes her head as she quietly reminds me, "Remember why we are here, my King."

I rise up from my knees, straighten myself out, and walk back to my throne. I order, "Gunther and Gallows, pick that bloody trash up from my floor. I have heard enough. It's time for his sentencing." They do as they ask and Randy can barely stand. He is even bloodier than he was last night, oozing from his eyes, nose and mouth.

The crowd is anticipating my judgment. I speak directly to him, "Randal Keith Orton, you have been charged with all these offenses that we have heard here today and God knows what else we haven't. I find you guilty of all charges! I should sentence you to death, but that would be way too kind of a fate for you. I was going to put you on horse duty, but you cannot be trusted around people or animals. And you are lower than the horse shit you would be assigned to clean up. Plus, I don't want your perversion anywhere near my Army. Therefore, you will be remanded to the kingdom prison and held in solitary confinement for the rest of your natural life. You will have no human contact other than when the guards bring your meals, but you can eat your own shite for all I care! Now, get this waste of a human being out of my sight and where he will never hurt anyone ever again!"

Randy is kicking and screaming as Gunther and Gallows drag his useless, pathetic ass out of my castle. I know he is shrieking something about revenge, but let him try to collect that receipt. There is a sadness in me as I watch him get slogged out towards the prison. The good memories we shared were very good indeed. But I know now that they were all a lie.

I look at my subjects and my Army. I stand as I address them, "I want to thank all of you for your fealty and loyalty to me and to the kingdom of Scotland. I know it was not easy to listen to these charges. And I especially want to thank all that came forward to tell their truths. I will forever be in your debt, as will the kingdom. If I, in any way, behave as less than your King at any time, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Every one of you mean the world to me. I… I have to take some time away from the castle. For the next few weeks, I will be gone with Gunther and Gallows completing a most important mission during the day. I will return each evening around sundown."

The room is abuzz with whispers and speculation. I finish, "In my absence, my Army will report to now Captain Ziggler, who will give me a full activity summary every evening upon my return. As for my household, I am leaving it in the charge of Miss Leslie McLean. Any questions or concerns must go through her, all decisions will be made by her, and that is strict orders from me as your King. She is more than capable of running my home as she sees fit. Thank you all and you are dismissed."

I notice Leslie's shocked face, but I cannot address her right now. I go to Otis and say, "Please prepare a lunch for the three of us today and every day. We will be leaving before sundown. For our nightly meal plans, please consult with Miss McLean."

As Gunther and Gallows go with Otis to retrieve our food for the day, Leslie is rushing behind me trying to get my attention. I feel her presence, but if I turn around and look into those beautiful green eyes now, nothing will stop me from carrying her upstairs, throwing her on my bed and making hard, passionate love to her. That time will come soon enough.

As I walk towards the stables to meet Gunther and Gallows, Leslie calls out to me, "Drew, please wait! I am not ready for this! I am supposed to leave for Ireland in a few days! Where are you going? DREW, PLEASE TALK TO ME!"

I stop in my tracks, but I don't dare turn around to look at that gorgeous love of my life. I sigh, "Sweet, I'm fine. I am doing what you asked me to do last night. I am taking the time to think about everything that has happened. And now, I have even more to process after that shit show. And you are more than ready to lead this household. You are strong and capable and the staff loves you. There is no one on the face of this Earth that I trust more than you. Please let me do this. I swear you will understand why later. I promise, my Sweet."

Even though she continues to cry out for me, I mount my horse and leave out with Gunther and Gallows flanking me on each side. I hope I can get this project finished in the next couple of weeks. And at the end of it, I will get my Sweet down the aisle and we will finally have the happily ever after we should've been living all along.