Ever since you could remember you had been training as a nun beneath the other sisters of the church. The church you attended was quiet and quaint being located on the Scottish coastline, it was rare there was anything extremely interesting going on but as of late that had been flipped upside down.

With Robert the Bruce's attack on King Edward and the English army to regain the Scottish land, life seemed more busy than before, more people were coming into our life and of course one of those people, was James Douglas.

Only a day ago your small community had now began to harbour Roberts army, of course putting you all at risk although you and the rest of the community alike were passionate for the cause, harbouring Robert and his army was an honour.

James of course was among Roberts army, you hadn't spoke to him very much, only a day had passed after all although he seemed to take quite an intrest in you, sneaking glances when he could, making small remarks although nothing inheritly offensive infact his comments were more...loving than anything expressing his true feelings.

Nightfall had come quick as it seemed to every night these days, Roberts army had gone to rest long ago and you were left in charge of closing up the church. Whilst you locked it however you could hear the squelching of mud from behind you.

naturally you turned your head to find the source of the sound only to see James looking up at you with those pleading blue eyes.

"Sister." he said softly, scanning your face.

"I understand it's late but-" he began, the Scottish accent of his flowing like honey. "I need to confess something."

Of course James in reality was making it up, he had nothing to confess despite the hundreds of men he had killed the past month out of revenge for his father he felt no guilt, but he needed an excuse to talk to you.

"May I?" He asked, gesturing to door as you removed the keys and let him inside, his footsteps echoing against the stone floor.