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Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

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The king of Scotland had passedz leaving everything he owned to his only heir, Annella. Worried for her safety, her advisors sent out decrees throughout the land, summoning every able bodied warrior to a tournament of skill to receive the high honor of becoming her Protector. Men swarmed the castle to prove themselves, wanting nothing more than a luxurious lifestyle.
 
Munro was a large Scotsman, built well and hardened by the harsh weather of the northern aisles. Blue Wyrm tattoos on his arms and one on the side of his face, if his smile was not so jovial, he would be a much more imposing form.
 
When the tournament was at it's peak, he seemed to be the top contender for the title, and the court advisors didn't like that so much. In fact, they hated it; a Highlander as the Royal Protector? Out of the question.
 
But, every challenge they threw at him, he surpassed. Women swooned over him. He was a warrior, but he was still young.
 
Days passed and his opponents grew fewer and fewer. The advisors grew angrier. How could this be? After one of his matches, he turned to the advisors to relish in their anger when a beauty stopped him dead. She was looking right at him, dressed in the finest gown and jewels. Her skin was fair, milky, her eyes a stunning blue. She blushed when their eyes met and she looked away.
 
He smirked and bowed to her before slamming an opponent into the dirt, knocking him out cold.
 
"Him," She whispered to her head advisor, "I want him."
"M-My Queen, he is from the Highlands! He's a barbarian! Unfit for the roll!"
"That would make him perfect then, would it not?" She asked coolly, "Send everyone home, make sure he is treated as a proper guest before bringing him to greet his queen." She said and left.
 
He was taken to the bathing chambers where he was allowed to wash and was given fresh clothes to change into.
 
When he was cleaned and changed, he was brought before the queen, the red haired beauty from before.
 
He smiles and bows respectfully. He was clean and presentable, but he still looked like a rogue.
 
"You appear to be the strongest and most brave of the men who came to guard me." Her voice was sweet but commanding, impressive for someone just stepping into the role, "What is your name?"
 
His accent was thick, but not unattractive. He flashed a smile. "My name is Munro." His voice was rough and deep, but still a bit gentle.
 
"I hear you hail from the Highlands. That you are a barbarian." She passed a glance to her advisors before returning her attention to Munro, "You do not look like a barbarian."
 
She tried not to blush but it was hard, "Tomorrow you will be fitted for your armor and begin your training."
 
Bed me.
She shook her head, "No, that will be all. The evening meal will be served at sun set." She told him kindly.
 
Training truly was a sight to behold for her, he was far more robust than she would have thought, and there was an even larger Wyrm tattoo on his muscular back.
 
She couldn't stop watching him when she caught him training. He was absolutely wonderful, stunning and handsome beyond words. She knew it was wrong to think such things, but she couldn't stop herself.
 
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