Isles Of Lies

Chapter VI: The Bear And The Lion

Leopold

" The Histories of Wales From The Years Of One Thousand To One Thousand Five Hundred ", I read the cover of the book. Duncan scoffs and wraps his arm around my shoulder. " Read something else, Leo", Duncan mutters as I dig through my bag, I've already read all of these. " Come on, you don't want to learn the history of my country?", I ask as I cuddle My Bear. Duncan smiles and kisses my cheek, " Your country is Scotland, not Wales. I'm not a man of hate, but I despise Wales". I smirk, " Have you ever been?". Duncan rubs my cheek, " Yes, remember I went with you that one summer and met the boy king", Duncan reminds me. I grin happily, " Yes I remember it well". Duncan leans back against the tree, we lie on a beautiful blanket under the night sky. The moonlight shines upon us. " Your cousin is a very good looking man, can't you admit?", Duncan asks. I scoff and blush, " I will not admit to such a thing. Davey is like a brother to me".

" The great warrior king, he cuts men in half and sleeps with dozens of women. I bet his cock is huge", Duncan mutters, his words paint a majestic scene in my mind. " Stop it Dunkey", I say after slapping the man's thigh. Duncan smirks excitedly, " Have you seen his cock?". I hide my smile, " Yes, once", I answer truthfully. Duncan gasps playfully, " How old were you?". " Ah ah ah, I will not tell you any further", I respond. The Knight rubs my bare chest, " You can't start a story without finishing it". I sigh, " We were thirteen and a half, he was already king. And boys get curious, so we compared ourselves to one another", I admit. Duncan's red eyes flurry, " How big was he?". I push the brown haired man away, " I'm not answering that", I lay down the line, Duncan kisses my neck. I moan and cross back over the line. Duncan stares into my eyes, awaiting an answer. " Seven and a half inches. It was more long than wide, but still plenty wide", I answer, Duncan continues staring at me, awaiting more details. " It was white, not brown. He had some blonde hairs, and some white hairs", I give the rest of the information I remember.

" Good for him. I only do this to pick on you, I love you Leo", Duncan responds. I kiss the man passionately, I rub his cheek. I sigh and lay back down, " Would you rather be with Edward?", I ask softly. Duncan lays down next to me, he kisses my cheek. " I love you, My Lion. You are my King. I don't care that blonde hair prick, you are my Crimson Lion", Duncan convinces me. Duncan rubs his thumb along my lips, his brown chest hair rubs against me. I embrace the man, I love him so much, from the bottom of my heart. Something brushes against my leg, it feels cold and hard. I look out, a massive seven foot knight stands in light armour. Duncan and I quickly release each other. " Sir Duncan Douglas", The Knight mutters. " Sir Baron Kestle", Duncan responds, I slip on my tunic. Baron wears a beautifully sculpted black armour, it's covered with red hearts. Baron stares at me, his black eyes burn into my head. " A long redheaded cripple, you must be Lord Albany-Dinefwr", Baron says firmly as he draws his huge iron mace.

" Lord Douglas has been looking for you Sir Duncan, it is rude to keep him waiting", Baron adds. " Sir Duncan is a sworn knight to me, and me only. I don't care what the Lord Douglas wants", I say firmly as I stand up, Baron towers two heads over me. His breath smells of ale and cheese. " You're already a cripple boy, what do you think Lord Douglas will do when he hears you're a sodomite?", Baron demands an answer. Duncan stands beside me after slipping on his shirt. He picks up his blade, The Beating Broadsword. " As your Lord, Sir Kestle, you will stand down now", Duncan commands as the two men stare daggers into each other. Within a second Baron slams his fist into Duncan, I sprint away. My heart races as Baron darts towards me, my feet are cut by jagged rocks. I look behind me, Duncan lies on the ground knocked out, The Huge Knight remains chasing after me. Thoughts race through my mind, I bury them and continue running. A sharp object slams into my leg, it burns like hell. I scream in pain and fall to the ground, the iron mace sticks out of my calf. The Knight approaches me, breathing heavily and red-hot. " Don't hurt me", I beg. The Knight rips his mace out of my leg, I wail and crawl away. A huge boot is laid on my back, something strikes my head. The world fades away.