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Different Hearts, Same Love	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
***Warnings: Language, minor drug use

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 10

Francis woke up with a pounding headache, so strong that he felt the throbbing in his top row of teeth. His stomach was twisting and turning with nausea, his mouth was dry, and his limbs were like water. Unable to recognize where he was or what had happened, Francis simply sat up slowly with a deep groan of displeasure. What happened? He seemed to remember looking up at the moon, some strange chanting, and a lot of blood. It hurt too much to open his eyes, so he kept them closed and tried to remember anything that had happened prior to how he ended up here, in a ditch. 'Think, Francis, think!'

Then it hit him. It was that strange white milk he had tasted during the feast. It drugged him. What few things happened after were a blank, but he DID remember how the people carried him off to the stone table. He was almost killed, sacrificed. It had all been Arthur's fault. 'Yes, Arthur. That snake. Where is he?' Francis did not have to look far for the man was nearby, curled up in a heap on the dirt floor. Blonde brows narrowed as he pondered the best way to approach Arthur's betrayal drug-free. He reached a hand around to rub at his neck, yet noticed his fingers did not brush against any hair. Frantic, Francis grabbed and ran his hands through what little was left of his precious hair. It was all uneven in length, and it only reached beneath his ears. Once the realization kicked in that his hair had been brutally and unprofessionally chopped off wrung a loud scream from his throat.

The scream in turn woke up Arthur, who also jumped up and screamed in response to the sudden jolt of sound.

"MY HAAAAAAAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! WHAT HAPPENED TO IT? I'M SO UGLY AND PLAIN AND BORING, LIKE YOU!"

"-TSK! YOU- GRRR- ROTTEN- WHATEVERTHEHELLYOUARE! DAMN YOUR HAIR!"

"What has happened? My beautiful…wavy…gorgeous locks." His eyes were moist with tears. "They're gone…all gone…"

Arthur slapped a hand to his face and peeked out from between the fingers, glaring a green eye at the other. "Here's a surprising revelation. Hair grows back!"

"But such rich, golden, gorgeous locks such as mine which hundreds would die for cannot just 'grow' back. It needs tender loving care. It must be carefully trimmed and washed, brushed a hundred times on both sides, until it is perfectly even. You don't understand the amount of work that goes in to keeping such beautiful hair. If it's not mended soon, then I will begin to have straw hair like you!"

"My hair is NOT like straw!" Arthur hollered at him. "Now shut up about your hair! We need to head to Stargburg as soon as possible!"

Francis forgot about his hair when the city was mentioned. "Stargburg?" His tone turned to sarcasm. "Oh, are you actually TAKING me there? Or are you going to drop me off in some backwoods black magic tribe again?"

Arthur narrowed his gaze. "I'm being truthful this time. I will take you to Stargburg. You're…needed there. The woods and unicorn said so."

"Needed? Oh, so THAT'S the only reason you saved me, then! Because the forest dwellers told you to! You are just a rotten piece of fruit, aren't you?"

"How dare you speak to me that-"

Francis lost his temper. "How dare YOU offer me up for sacrifice! You were going to have me KILLED, and all you can say is 'don't speak that way'? Selfish snake!" Arthur did not respond. "You know, I remember when I first drank that milk how I saw your body change. Numerous snakes were coming out from behind you, and it all ties in now! You talk to snakes, your fond of snakes, and I saw all those…those…spirit things or whatever you call it!"

"I'm being honest now! Maybe I didn't do right by my own judgment…but the forest spirits do not lie." His voice turned softer. "Besides, you're aware of it now, so how could I even trick you? If I wanted to, that is. Both of us are needed at Stargburg. I will guide us there."

Francis gave him a serious look. "You really betrayed my trust back there, Arthur. You really are one of a kind…I just don't know what kind."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Fine, you don't have to talk to me or anything. Stargburg is not far from here, so we should reach it within two days, I estimate." He glanced back at Francis. "Whenever you are fit to travel, that is."

Francis lay back against the dirt wall, giving a heavy sigh. He had no choice but to trust Arthur. If they broke away from one another, then Francis knew he would end up lost or dead. Still, he would stay on his guard around Arthur from now on. Snakes like to hide before they attack, and Arthur's form of that was to remain quiet about his true ambitions, then strike. Arthur could 'strike' again at any time. Caution and aloofness would be his best defenses. "Alright, I have no choice but to believe you. Let's leave now. I want to get back to civilization as soon as possible. Is it…safe to travel though?"

Arthur gave a curt nod. "The tribal members are long gone. You've been out of it for at least a day and a half. The woods have helped to misguide them away from us. Now that this incident has happened, you can feel safe within in the forest. The spirits wish to see us safely to Stargburg."

"Will they keep me safe from you?" Francis crossed his arms.

"…they will. Believe what you want. Let's get moving. Follow me."

"You will be bathing, right? Dried blood caked in dirt is not at all appealing."

/

The silence was awkward. Very awkward. It was unsettling, and Arthur knew he was feeling it more than the other. Francis kept a steady, even pace behind him, saying nothing at all and keeping his arms wrapped around his body to shield the cold. Usually the man was running off at the mouth about anything and everything. Arthur had to wonder what the man was thinking. Chances are it was about sex or his hair, but Arthur had a strong feeling those were not the thoughts in Francis' head. He thought he would enjoy the silence and not have to put up with the man's annoying voice. Yet now he seemed to miss it, almost crave it. Perhaps it stemmed from the loneliness he felt after being alone for so long. Now that he did not have Francis' stupid, comedic statements, he was bored. Alfred was another one who could never shut up, but the man had never given him the silent treatment like this. Francis was proving to be very stubborn when he claims to not be.

"Will you be staying with me?" Francis asked.

Arthur was surprised by the sudden speech, but turned to look at him. "Yes, I will have to. The forest said you can change things…and I am to help." He leapt over a fallen tree. "We will need to be together for this. In my life, the forest and all its beauties come first."

"I can see that." Francis said seriously. "It will be a strange living for you. Understand that someone of your status living in MY house will have to be a servant."

"You want me…to be…YOUR servant?" Arthur could feel his face burning red. "I am no one's servant. Least of all to YOU."

Francis gave him an 'oh really' look. "So why are you doing whatever the woods tell you to do? You are THEIR servant it would seem."

Arthur sucked his teeth. "I won't be your personal servant then. I will be a house servant but nothing more."

"Fair enough. Lead on."

/

The night grew colder by the mile but they would not stop to rest. It was Francis who suggested they keep walking, only so their bodies could stay warm. Arthur could not argue with that. They did, however, stop at a small quagmire of water where Arthur washed off as much of the blood as he could.

They continued on well through the night, neither one seeming to be tired. There was less stopping due to Francis' lack of complaining. Both of them wanted to reach the city soon so their awkward traveling would be at an end. Just as Arthur mentioned, the forest helped to safely guide them through, going so far as to point out the quickest routes. Arthur knew this, of course, and Francis was only following.

It wasn't until noon the next day that the two exited a part of the forest, coming out onto a large hill. Before them stood the city of Stargburg, its stone buildings tall and strong. The city was vast, stretching further than the eye could see. On foot, they would not reach the gates of the city until nightfall. This city, like the other, had a great wall around it, but not only surrounding the nobles. The entire city was encased in a long and tall stone wall.

Arthur had heard of Stargburg and knew where it was, but never had he actually seen it. The building power of mankind never ceased to amaze him. But there was something eerie within the city, Arthur could feel it. The forest was afraid. There must be something here that the forest saw as a threat, or something would come of it. Arthur was determined to find out what it is.

"Thank the stars! Civilization at last!" Francis threw his arms out. "Thank you spirits! Thank you woods! Thank you everything!"

"Shall we continue?" Arthur was eager to begin his searching.

"Yes, please! Marble halls and clean floors, here I come!"

At the city wall gates…

"What do you mean I'm not allowed in?" Francis hollered in outrage at the guard. "Do you know who I am?"

The guard gave him a bored look. "Some backwoods ruffian?"

"No, that's him you're referring to." Francis pointed to Arthur who gave a huff. "I have just traveled a VERY long way from Hillcrest! I have family here! I am Francis Bonnefoy! The heir to the Bonnefoy Wine and Domestic Animal Trading Company!"

"Really?" The guard scoffed. "Yeah, sure, and I'm the mayor of the city. Now off with you."

Francis puffed out his cheeks and planted fists firmly on his hips. "I am the one and only Francis Bonnefoy!"

Arthur decided to step in, putting a hand on Francis' shoulder to silence him. "And 'one' of you is all the world needs." He cleared his throat. "Forgive my partner, good sir. He's just a test subject of mine." Arthur stepped on Francis' foot to keep him from protesting. "You see, I'm a traveling herb salesmen. I have many different healing and cooking herbs that I would like to sell. My partner here is really more of a pack-horse than a person. He carries all my things. And forgive his…strangeness." Arthur chuckled. "He's tampered with my potions on more than one occasion."

The guard laughed. "Fair enough! Go on in."

"Thank you, sir. Come along, Francis."

Francis grumbled but followed Arthur through the large stone archway and into the city. "That was a bit rude."

"It got us in, didn't it?" Arthur smirked at him from over his shoulder. "So, where is this family of yours? Do you even know where they live? Or do you just know that they live here?"

"They have the Bonnefoy name in their business. You see, my family is the vineyard business on my father's side. His sister, my aunt, is the farming business portion of the family. They breed domesticated farm animals while we harvest wine. Our two families share in the profit. All we need to do is find 'Bonnefoy' and we're good to go." He noticed Arthur had vanished, so he looked around for him. "Arthur?"

Arthur had left Francis to his rambling while he stopped a moving wagon full of chickens in crates. "Excuse me, sir, I'm looking for the Bonnefoy farming business here in the city."

"I'm heading that way now! Hop aboard, I'll give you a lift!"

Arthur smirked at Francis and beckoned the man over with his finger. He saw the look of displeasure on Francis' face. "It would seem I know the city better than you, and I've been living in the woods for the last ten or so years." He mocked while getting onto the back of the wagon. He patted the spot beside him. "I'll give you some more lessons."

Francis sat beside him with a frown. "If this was said BEFORE the sacrifice, I would have laughed." There was no humor in Francis' voice, and Arthur suddenly felt embarrassed.

The wagon lurched into motion, but the two men said nothing to each other. Both taking advantage of the excuse to see the sights.

The wagon eventually stopped in front of a large stone house covered with brown vines, its flowers dead due to the winter air. This was their stop and both men thanked the wagon driver for the lift. The house was tall, at least three stories while the back was numerous stables and grazing fields. There had to be more to it, but this was in their current line of vision.

Arthur gulped as he gazed upon the large house, thinking back to wandering the streets of Hillcrest when he was a little boy. Usually, he would gaze upon these large houses from abandoned rooftops, wondering what it would be like to live in one. The feeling was short-lived, though, for at an early age he learned the type of cruel people whom resided in such dwellings. He swore to himself that he would never live in one. Yet now he would be forced to the life of servitude until his task was complete.

"I can't wait to get a bath and have my hair fixed up properly." Francis started to beam with excitement, the first smile he gave since the tribal camp. "I'm back to civilization and normality!"

"Your 'normal' is not the same as my normal."

Francis took him by the wrist. "This will be your home now until…whatever happens. Be on your best behavior, and no magic snake stuff. You will frighten people here."

Arthur said nothing and let Francis lead him to the main door. Upon knocking, they were greeted by a slave who answered the door. Arthur looked at Francis, who was smiling at the young man.

"Greetings, good sir! Is my beloved aunt and cousin at home?"

The slave looked hesitant, but spoke softly. "Th-The lord and lady are away for a short while. They will be back soon. M-May I ask who you are?"

"I am her nephew, Francis Bonnefoy! I believe your young master, Lord Matthew, is still residing here? He'll know who I am. So be a good boy and go fetch him for me? Tell him cousin Francis is here."

The slave nodded and closed the door on them. Both men waited patiently for a short while until the slave returned with another young man dressed as Francis was when Arthur had first met him. Only this young man had on a fur coat. He resembled Francis with the blue eyes and blonde hair, only his features were MUCH softer. Besides, the young man was trembling like a leaf in a wind storm as he peeked around the door.

"COUSIN MATTHEW!" Francis suddenly cried out happily and threw the door open. The man called Matthew nearly stumbled backwards until Francis caught him in a hug. "Dear cousin, how thrilled I am to see you!"

"H-Hello…cousin Francis." Matthew gasped out. "W-What a…nice…surprise?"

Francis put him back down and took the other's hands in his own. "Oh Mattie, you don't know how thrilled I am to see you after so long! You've no idea what I've been though! We must catch up over some good wine and lots of food! Oh, I will need a bath first. And call your personal family groom to come and do something with my hair. A swan must look rich and elegant while in the city of Stargburg!"

"Oh…yes…um…he-help yourself, cousin. So-So good to see you…after so long." Matthew noticed Arthur then, looking him up and down. "May I ask whom you are?"

Before Arthur could answer, Francis did it for him. "This is my new servant. Have him cleaned and dressed as such if you will. He helped to guide me here through the woods." He flashed Arthur a quick glare. "He's smart, so he'll figure out his place. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have three days worth of grooming and spa treatments to experience. I am WAY overdue."

Arthur grit his teeth as Francis walked off without even a backwards glance. 'Who the hell does he think he is?'

"Um…excuse me, sir?" Matthew interrupted his thoughts. "I'm sorry…I'm afraid I did not catch your name?"

"Oh, my name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."

"Okay…um, let me show you-"

"I can find it myself."

Matthew gave an uneasy smile. "T-Then let me get you some-"

"I'll get them myself. Thank you for your hospitality." Arthur walked passed him, completely ignoring the man. He had some detective work to get started on, and the sooner the better.

Matthew twiddled his fingers anxiously. "Okay…um…enjoy your stay…I think?"

/

'Ah…this is the way life should be.' Francis said to himself, his face concealed under a hot cloth while his body soaked in oil scented water. He had ordered for a servant to trim and buff his nails since they were damaged from the long journey. His hair was a whole other matter, in which he sent for a private stylist. Currently, they were awaiting the arrival of the stylist, but that didn't stop Francis from enjoying the luxuries of the noble life. With a snap of his fingers, a slave quickly brought over a silver tray with a glass of wine upon it. Unlike his house, his uncle and aunt did not pay their servants, so they were slaves. The slave placed it in Francis' hand for him. All Francis had to do was lift the cloth so he could drink from the glass. That, of course, meant he would have to pause in his nail repair. Instead, he ordered the slave to lift the cloth for him, which the man did. Francis let the wine tingle his tongue, and with a shiver of delight, let out a laugh.

"I'm so grateful to be alive! To think, once I was dead I would never get to experience these wonders ever again!" 'No thanks to Arthur. It is really thanks to the forest…it was what saved me. And no one would believe me if I told them.'

"Master Francis, your food is here," said the slave buffing his nails.

"Ah, yes. Just place it on the side for now. I will eat once the water grows cold." He removed the cloth from his face. "This has gone warm, I want it hot. Bring me a freshly heated one." The slave took the cloth from him and bowed before scurrying off. "Tell me, sir," he asked the man buffing his nails, "are my clothes prepared yet?"

"I would have to go check, Master Francis. Surely they are prepared by now and waiting in your room."

"Fabulous. See to it that my bed is sprinkled with rosewater and a cup of lavender tea is awaiting me. You may pause in your buffing to see to it."

The man stood up and responded softly. "Of course, Master Francis. I shall only be a few moments. Are there any other specifics you would like? Food? Wine? Women, or men? Smokes?"

Francis gave the man a charming grin. "All of the above, please."

"As you wish, Master Francis."

Francis gave a chuckle and slunk further into the tub. "Just wait until Arthur sees me tonight surrounded by naked lovers with a belly full of wine! That will drive him mad and make him angry. And that's good."

He folded his arms behind his head and gave a sigh of relaxation.

/

'Spirits of the rain and thunder, please, strike me down now with your powerful lightening bolts and end my suffering.'

That was Arthur's silent prayer from his new place in the servant quarters. Or rather, the slave quarters. Francis' house in Highcrest may have had servants, but this part of his family did not. Right now, he was considered a 'slave', and that would have to change. His first complaint to Francis would be to make him a servant, not a slave. If he could, Arthur would push for all the slaves to be paid. But for him, that was a minor issue at the moment. His first priority belonged to the forest. Small house politics would have to wait.

The clothing he had to wear was simple enough, some short length breeches and a beige tunic top with a belt. The shoes he did not like because they were slip-on and too big for him. The backs kept slipping off his heels as he walked. When it was spring and summer in the woods, Arthur would often go barefoot. This house was warm enough where he could happily walk around without the shoes, which he may just do. There was one piece of clothing he did not approve of, and that was the ownership collar. The collar was a tightly woven rope of blue and gold, the Bonnefoy house colors. This he was told when asked about the specific colors, after it was forced on, that is. He had put up a small fight, but eventually had to give in because the forest came first, not himself. It was cruel and degrading, but Arthur did not have a choice. Not at this time. Another issue to bring up to Francis.

"But later. Right now, I need to properly explore this place."

Arthur left the quarters and proceeded to wander the halls, looking for anything suspicious while he gained knowledge of the building. Francis said this part of the family were breeders, so the first area to seek would be the barnyard. This was the first time he had heard of official business being involved with the breeding of farm animals. Farm animals were bred naturally like all beasts and people would sell or buy them for specific purposes. These people only bred them and did nothing more, apparently. Still, Arthur would need more information than just what Francis had told him.

After a bit of wandering, Arthur came upon the doors that led to the barnyard. It was cold outside and he did not have anything to warm himself, so he quickly dashed along the walk towards the barn. The barn and stables itself were large, and there were some fenced in areas. He did stop to notice the fenced in fields held a small mixture of colts, lambs, kids, and piglets. Arthur frowned, the air outside was too cold for such young animals that were domesticated from their original wild ancestors. It irked him, and Arthur made a note to talk to the people who ran the animals. With his unique power, Arthur could hear and sense the baby animals' fears. Perhaps this was part of what the forest wanted him to help change.

When he entered the stables, immediately he was hit with the smell of manure and animal. The floor was covered with old moldy hay and dirt. Each stall was way too small for the size of the animals. As he walked along the rows of stables, he noticed some females had their babies and some did not. He had to wonder if the babies outside belonged to some of these females. The females seemed to be on the left side of the building and the males on the right. The animals appeared healthy enough, but Arthur could hear and feel their sorrow. It was the sorrow for their instincts which they had, but wished they knew how to properly experience them. Arthur actually had to stop and rub his chest, feeling his heart ache for the farm animals here. He had to know more, and slave or not, he was not afraid to speak up.

Arthur spotted a man shoveling some feed into long wooden bins for the animals to share. He walked up to the man and tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you something? Or rather, can I speak to you?"

The man looked at the collar around his neck. "You're a slave. I'm not supposed to talk to you."

"Do you get paid?"

"Not really."

Arthur crossed his arms. "Then you are no different than I. Please, I wish to speak about these animals."

The man leaned on his shovel. "What about them?"

"This treatment of them is wrong." He stated plainly. "The place is filthy, the stalls are too small, and there are baby animals outside in the cold!"

"Oh, those little ones did not sell fast enough so they're going to slaughter for the Bonnefoy house. Thanks to the cold, we can start freezing and preserving the meat."

Arthur uncrossed his arms to clench his fists at his sides. "You are slaughtering them because no one bought them? I'm sorry, sir, but there are least ten animals out there, whom appear very healthy. Why must they be killed?"

"Look around, we don't have enough room in the stables for so many. We have to keep breeding the females so we move the babies out as soon as we can. Most of them sell, but the ones that don't are used for food. We don't just kill them and drop the bodies in a ditch."

"You're over breeding! Are you people insane? Have you no respect for the animals?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "They're just animals. And who the hell are you to say what should be done? You're not the boss. I'm only following orders and doing my job so there is food on the table and my kids have a warm bed to sleep in!"

"There are better ways! This is disgusting! It's a waste of life and resources!"

"Hey! You want to complain, then bitch and moan to the bosses! I don't run this place, kid! Now buzz off! I got fifty more animals to feed!"

Arthur hissed at the man and stormed out of the stables to find Francis. This was appalling, and Francis had to know just what was going on. The man would be ignorant about it, of that Arthur was sure. But Francis was reasonable once he saw the truth before him. The night was growing dark and the air colder, making the baby animals shiver. Arthur wished there was something he could do for them, but at the moment he was powerless. He would MAKE Francis change the way these animals were being treated. And if they were treating animals so poorly, there must be much more to their family business. This city was massively big and rich for a reason, and the animals were only a portion of it.

/

"My dear…you couldn't be more lovely in the lamplight." Francis cooed the woman he was currently nestled against, belly to belly. Behind him, a slim male hand stroked at his now even yet short hair. Francis' belly was filled with wine and meat, topped off with a pipe full of mellow-grass. The three shared the pipe between themselves, chuckling and touching one another in a playful wrestle. All three were startled when the door to Francis' room burst open, giving way to an angry Arthur. A slave ran in after Arthur, but stopped when he spotted Francis.

"F-Forgive me, Master! He just burst in! I tried to stop him!"

Francis gave a flat sigh, holding the thin pipe end between his fingers. "It's alright, he is allowed to pass." Francis looked at Arthur while his tongue swirled around the base of the pipe before taking a puff. "What has your snakes in a knot, Arthur Kirkland?"

Arthur sneered in disgust at the two naked people on either side of Francis. The smell of the drug was heavy in the air, wrinkling his nose. "First, I want you to lose the pleasure partners, for I must talk to you privately."

"Master Francis, can't we stay?" Whined the woman.

"I'm sorry, beautiful, but I'm afraid we must continue this little game at a later time. Let me deal with this, and then I shall call back for the both of you." He sent the two away but did not move from his pillow bed. Instead, he fixed his blue long tunic with the gold trim in order to boast to Arthur. "Don't I look so much better like this?"

"If you call wearing no undergarments and smoking mellow-grass 'beauty', then I would say you're insane. And I didn't appreciate the snake comment."

"I call it like I see it." He took another puff and smiled lazily at Arthur. "What is it, Arthur? Why do you glare at me so?"

Arthur walked closer to him, stopping before Francis on the bed. "It's about your family's domestic farm animal business. They are treating these animals poorly. They don't know the first thing about animals or their specific needs!"

"Is that why I had to throw my pleasure friends out? You're worried about some farm animals?"

Arthur kept calm on the outside, but inside he was raging. "Francis, there are better ways in which this type of breeding can be done! Simply fix the ways, and things will be better. Did you know that they have baby animals outside in the cold that are only being used for slaughter? Do you know WHY that is?"

Francis put his hands up in defense. "I know nothing about animals, Arthur. I'm in the wine business."

"Then perhaps you should see where your meat and resources come from!" He growled out. "You have animals to thank for helping you survive the forest!"

Francis chuckled. "Wild animals, Arthur. Wild animals helped me. Not farm animals. They are very important to us. They plow fields, pull wagons, and…and…" he thought, "and other things farm animals do."

"ARRRGGHH!" Arthur tugged at his hair. "You are so HOPELESS!"

Francis started to grow annoyed and tossed the pipe behind him. "Once again, why are you telling me this? I don't own this business! I don't run it nor do I make the rules! Complain to my aunt and uncle when they come back. Just what would you like me to do?"

"You're a Bonnefoy! That makes you a boss and-" It hit him. Francis was the boss, in a matter of speaking. He was a Bonnefoy, thus entitled to the business and having an equal share in its profits. That must be what the forest wanted to keep Francis alive for. Arthur would explain what was wrong and how to fix it, and Francis would in turn make it happen. Arthur was a nobody in a world of nobles. He did not have the power to make the change, but he sure as hell could enforce it to the right person. Francis was that person. "You need to change things, Francis."

"Change things? With the animals?"

"Yes! You are the boss! You're a master! You have the power to do this! I'll tell you what needs to be done!" Arthur was excited now. "I'll even guide you in helping to do it right! We need to save those animals, Francis!"

Francis gave a little whine and stretched on the bed. "But I'm too tired. Can't this wait until tomorrow?" He gasped when Arthur gripped the front of his tunic, glaring at him with those threatening green eyes.

"No, it cannot! It needs to be focused on NOW!"

"Take your hands off me!" Francis shoved the other away and stood from the bed, letting his few inches above Arthur be known to the other.

Arthur gritted his teeth as he tilted his head to meet Francis' angry blue eyes.

"I've put up with your world for the whole duration of my travels here. Don't forget that you are in my world now. The backwoods may be your temple, but in this city, these stones walls are MY temple. You'd do best to remember that."

End Chapter 10 TBC
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