The King Gregory III of England was sitting on his throne, wearing his luxurious clothes. His left arm is well rested on the arm of the chair tapping his fingers on the edge of it. He is thinking carefully of what will be the next move since the Scotland is not giving up their land on England. He wanted to make it a part of their country but alas the Scotland wanted the opposite, they fought so much that made his plan to be impossible anymore.

If only he had that Fergus McKenzie Warrior, this will be all easy.

Fergus McKenzie is the Warrior Assassin that everyone feared by. He's the best Warrior Assassin that every country desires but since he is born a Scot Gaelic, no one could ever break his loyalty to his country.

He tried to bait him with a pile of gold but he rejected it big time. The king does not know anymore how he could get the land of Scotland, his warriors are slowly decreasing because of the battle he initiated to them. Maybe this time he would consider defeat, there's nothing he can do anymore.

He sighed.

It somehow degraded his pride and he felt so ashamed of it because he knew very well, it will be the talk of the whole England and other nations. He does not want to feel or hear that the England has a weak leader.

And that made him to become motivated again, he needs to think other ways to lift his pride again even if he would play dirty.

The Head of England Warrior Alexander walked towards the throne, and there he half kneel to give respect to the King then he stood up straight in front of the King.

The King lent his face on his palm, and looked straight to the Head of England Warrior.

"Is there any good news?" The King asked.

"My apologies my lord, but I am here to inform you that the number of our warrior is still dropping." He said with straight face.

The King breathed deeply furiously. He stood up from his throne and stepped down on the little stairs, then he walked towards the Head of England Warrior with heavy steps.

"Are you aware how much I wasted my gold to give you all the best training and upgraded equipment? That land is very small Alexander and their warriors are not that much compared to ours but still you failed to defeat them?!" He said in a high voice which made the shoulders of Warrior Guards who are standing on each side of the throne room tensed.

The Head of England Warrior slightly bent his head showing his submission to the King.

"I apologize my lord." The only thing he said to the King.

"Now, I want to finish this business as soon as possible and that Fergus McKenzie? Do anything to put him down, I want his head, do you understand?" The King commanded strictly.

But deep down, the King knew it would be a risky move.

The Head of England Warrior bowed down despite feeling the pressure and nervousness. He also knew to himself that it would be hard to accomplish the King's command because they both know they cannot just put down a Fergus McKenzie.

He stepped out of the throne area with a head bent down. He does not know what to do anymore, how he wished that the King will just give up and be satisfied on their home land. Everyone knows that the King Gregory III is an ambitious man, who wants MORE of what he already has.

The Head of England Warrior sighed in exhaustion.

Two days after meeting the King, Alexander prepared himself and his warriors for another battle with the Scotland Warriors. He is strict towards them but at least he still knows how to be empathetic to them, he hugged each warrior because he is not sure anymore if they can go back to their homeland alive. He walked in front of the warriors and stood up straight.

"Listen, I know how exhausted you are, but this battle is for our King's favor so, let's choose to fight." He shouted.

"Aye!!" Everyone shouted with full dignity.

He nodded to them and rode to their horses.

It was days after they reached the battlefield between the land of Ireland and Scotland. They couldn't see anything but an air. They cautiously walked around the area to check if there are Gaelic Warriors in sight but they found nothing, they even checked the massive stones around the battlefield for possible hideouts but nothing.

Alexander was confused for a moment not until a flying arrows fell down on them, some were able to avoid it but some were hit.

By that, a group of warriors riding with their horses trapped them in a circle. Yes, there were a lot of England Warriors but they did not expect that they will do an ambush. Gaelic Warriors moved closer to them holding their swords directed on them. Alexander moved in front of his warriors and spread his arms backwards as if protecting them like a father.

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When the Gaelic Warriors made sure that the England Warriors had no way to go, they all moved in unison giving some entrance to their Head of Gaelic Warrior and there, a tall man with a big toned body that shows on his iron Camelot Armor appeared on the way riding with his horse.

When he was closer to them, he came down from his horse and walked in front of him.

He is fully aware who he is because they met several times in the battle.

He took off his iron helmet, showing his dark brownish shoulder length hair.

Alexander finally met his fury blue eyes.

A smirked appeared on his thin lips.

"Chan eil fios agam carson nach eil thu a 'toirt seachad (I don't know why you are not giving up)." Fergus said in an arrogant tone.

"You see, you can't defeat the Gaelics so leig seachad a-nis (give up now)." He continued.

Alexander did not say anything because he knew already they are defeated, his warriors are his only concern here. He tried to look at his wounded warriors that are still laying on the ground then he turned again to Fergus.

He tiptoed since Fergus is taller than him and moved closer to his face with full anger.

"We cannot just give up, it's our King's command!". He shouted in front of the face of Fergus.

Fergus felt the saliva hit his face, he wiped it by his hand and chuckled devil-y and then he put down his hand and slowly moved inside his pocket to get a small knife.

Alexander was about to say more but then he felt a sharp pain on his gut. He looked down immediately, and there was a blood flowing on his warrior cloth. He covered it up with his hand, he looked up to Fergus again with hatred but Fergus just looked at him with no remorse.

The pain was unbearable that it made him to sit on the ground to somehow ease the discomfort he's feeling at the moment.

He heard Fergus shouted to his warriors, he could not really hear what he was saying and his vision is slowly becoming pitch black.

"Tagh iad uile agus glas iad gu na dungeons! (Pick them all and lock them to the dungeons!)" Fergus commanded to his warriors as he rode his horse.

Everyone complied and immediately grabbed the England Warriors by their arms.

"I hope this incident will stop them to invade our country. Tapadh leat (Thank you) Fergus, I appreciate your loyalty and defense to our beloved land." The Queen Iona of Scotland said to Fergus with gratefulness.

After what happened in the battlefield, he immediately went to the castle to report the incident to the Queen.

The Queen Iona is still young, she is around 30 years old that's why a lot of countries looked down on her leading the Scotland in a very young age, and it's one of the reason why the King of England had an interest in Scotland because a woman with a young age leads the country and when you say woman, they thought them a weak leader. The King Charles of Scotland was still resting because of his unknown sickness and they don't know if he will be cured from it.

Fergus bowed down to the Queen.

"It's my pleasure my Queen, it is my duty to protect our country." Fergus said with full sincerity.

The Queen nodded and smiled. A smile that she only gives to Fergus.

Fergus looked back at the Queen, meeting her hazel green eyes which signal for something they only knew. The Queen stood up from where she was sitting and walked closer to Fergus, she moved forward until he reach the side of Fergus cheek that allows her to whisper on his ear. Fergus felt the hot breath that is coming from his Queen and it made his hair stood up in alarm.

"See me tonight in my chamber, I'll give you your deserved reward." She whispered in a seductive voice then she moved a litte to look straight on his fury blue eyes.

In that moment, Fergus felt an arousal in his lower part and the Queen knew it but he should control it because they are in the throne room and a lot of Guard Warriors are standing there ready to protect the Queen.

He just nodded in response and walked out the throne room.

The dungeon of the castle was very huge that it is able to accommodate the England Warriors they captured. Alexander was all alone in one of the prison cells of the dungeon, he was attended by a doctor to clean his wound. Somehow, he felt grateful that he is still alive but thinking they were defeated and no chance to invade Scotland anymore made him just want to die. It's their King's command but they failed. It will ruin the King's image of being one of the strong leaders that this generation have. It will also be a laughingstock since the King of England is defeated by a woman, the Queen of Scotland.

He shook his head with a weak chuckle.

They really failed.

Fergus was really great, he's really intelligent with the strategies when it comes to the battle. No one can put him down.

He thought of giving up at that very moment.

At least he tried his best to follow their King's command but he does not want to think of it anymore, he wants to check his other warriors if they are okay now, especially the wounded warriors. Were they also attended by the doctor?

He tried to stand up from the bed but he can still feel the pain from his gut.

Oh well, I think I should just rest for the mean time. He thought.

Later on, he did not notice he fell asleep until he heard the sound of the cell gate moved. He woke up in alarm and tried himself to sit on the bed and there a familiar tall figure blocked his sight.

It's Fergus.

He chuckled weakly.

"Thanks for the visit." Alexander said with sarcasm.

Fergus laughed devil-y then looked down at Alexander checking his condition.

"If it is not for the Queen, I might order them to just let you all suffer from the wounds you got." He replied with a deep voice.

"Is this not suffering to you? Staying here in your country is kind of torture to us, failing our mission? It felt like we already died!" Alexander shouted furiously.

And that made Fergus laugh then he turned to him again.

"You have your own country and we have ours, stay in your land and we are all good. That's very simple my cariad (friend)!" Fergus said with a deep and calm tone.

"Do you know how much I want to kill you all here? If it's not really for the Queen's wish to let you live, you're in the hell now." He added.

Alexander just looked at him straight in the eyes with full anger but deep inside he was giving it a second thought. Should he be thankful or continue to be prideful despite of their failure?

Fergus moved closer to him and Alexander felt panic by his figure.

"I will let you go home but I want you to tell to your King that if he attempts again to invade Scotland, I'll be the one who will kill him with or without the Queen's command." Fergus warned Alexander.

With that, he walked out of the dungeon cell and locked it.

Alexander became terrified of Fergus warning. He should convince the King to stop invading the Scotland or else, worst thing will happen. He believed Fergus words because he did it many times, he killed people innocent or not, high positioned or not, known or not, he chose no one if he feels he needs to kill them he will do it.

He's fully aware of what he is capable of.