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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

After his conversation with Gilbert, Ludwig retreated back to his room to rest for a bit. As he exited the dungeon tower, the chill of the late afternoon air bit at his cheeks. Ludwig was certain that winters' first snowfall would be very soon and he frowned deeply. Heavy snow made it harder for him to walk the castle grounds, not to mention the cold would ache his knee. He swiftly entered his chambers where it was warm from the fire. Ludwig immediately threw a few more logs onto the embers, waiting patiently for it to flare back to life. Now that the fire was fully warming the small room, Ludwig sat back on his bed with a sigh of relief. He lifted both his legs onto the sheets and lay flat, folding arms behind his head.

The image of Gilbert gently kissing his scar was painted in his head for even if he closed his eyes the memory remained. The gesture itself was pecular and odd coming from a recently well-respected knight. Ludwig was aware of how different people could be on the inside. Sir Gilbert was a powerful knight whom never lost a battle and who everyone respected. Ludwig remembers the knight, even if the arrogant man did not recognize him. Why would he? Sir Gilbert would see many soldiers and mercenaries daily whenever they were at training or a battle camp. He could even remember the first and last time he had spoken to Gilbert during a time of war.

'Sir, news from the plains.' Ludwig held the hilt of his sword to his chest in salute and respect to Gilbert.

'Speak.' Was Gilbert's only reply while the man continued looking at a map on the table. Two other knights stood beside him and one general to the far left.

'The enemy troops are moving in from the west. If we take our ranks and move them around the east side of the plains, we could easily flank their army.'

Gilbert looked up from the map, focusing pink eyes on Ludwig. 'Is that what you would have us do?' he did not wait for Ludwig to answer. "You are a soldier, boy. While your tactic is a wise one, it is impolite to tell the knights what they should do.'

Ludwig kept a straight face, but the comment was burning him on the inside. 'Forgive me, Sir Gilbert. I must have forgotten myself.'

'Hey, I don't care.' Gilbert replied with a smirk. 'It's these other losers here who think that way!' The other knights protested but Gilbert ignored them. 'I think your idea would work very well. Thanks for your input. You are dismissed.'

Ludwig left the tactic tent and rested up in the camp until he heard the sound of Gilbert's name being announced. The Moon Spirit knight was walking the camp, stopping periodically to speak with soldiers both wounded and well. Ludwig looked at the white uniform, which was speckled with blood and dirt. Normally, a knight would ride into battle with their armor on while average soldiers had nothing but the shirts on their backs. Sir Gilbert, however, always fought his battles free of armor. He only wore wrist guards and gloves. Occasionally he would wear a helmet, but for most of the fighting, Gilbert was as bare as Ludwig was. Ludwig had heard that Sir Gilbert did not wear armor because he thought so highly of himself, that he was untouchable. Ludwig never understood that thought process, for anyone could be wounded or killed in battle. It was the luck of the draw or if your reflexes were quick enough. Luck and pride had nothing to do with death on the battlefield.

Ludwig opened his eyes as the memory's images faded. However, he could not erase the image of Sir Gilbert looking like a god as he walked through the camp. Perhaps it was his aura of confidence or his peculiar physical features. Ludwig knew many sex deprived men would think about Sir Gilbert, and on more than one event, he would hear his fellow soldiers pleasuring themselves while whispering the knight's name. Ludwig has had sex with both men and women, yet it was never a necessity for him. If the chance came up, then like any other healthy male, he would accept the offer. Saying that Gilbert was not attractive at all would be an understatement. Ludwig could see the physical and sexual appeal of the man. Not only was he a nobleman and a knight, but a virgin protector of the Moon Spirit.

Was the glorified idea of a 'virgin' ridiculous? Yes. While growing up, every man had told him that once his virginity was gone, he would have wished he'd lost it sooner. The notion was overly glorified and made into something more symbolic than anything. When he had been with his first woman and man, he had felt nothing different afterwards. Ludwig thoroughly enjoyed himself in his own way, but it was nothing 'earth-shattering' like so many have told him. If he were to marry, he would not care if his wife was a virgin or not. It made no logical sense.

How could something that lasts only a second have such a mammoth impact? Gilbert was likely to be raped soon just so the court could publicly humiliate and defile him. Raping a celibate knight consecrated to a powerful spirit such as the Moon should be a crime within itself. However, since it was the noblemen at court doing the interrogation, morality meant nothing. Every one of them hated Gilbert for their own reasons and would stop at nothing to see his white neck laying across the block.

That long, white neck, which would glow against the dark stained wood of the block. Its surface, tainted and discolored from years with the blood of past deaths. Ludwig could imagine what Gilbert's head would like as his neck stretched across the hallowed dip. The little wisps of platinum hair on the pale neck would be the markers for Ludwig's blade. With one downwards whack, Gilbert's head would be loped off and drop into a hay filled basket. Many times had Ludwig looked down upon a severed head and seen the tear stained eyes still wide with shock and fear. What would Gilbert's after-death face look like? Ludwig had to wonder if the look would be relaxed, laughing, or full of fear. Of course, that 'after-death' look would all have to depend on what Gilbert's life was like while being behind dungeon walls.

"Sir Gilbert…you are in for a rough couple of weeks." Ludwig said out loud to himself, for he knew that the councilmen would change the laws that thwart the torturing of a noble. It was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened.

/

"Sir Gilbert…we will ask you one last time." Started one of the interrogators. "Where are your heretic friends?"

Gilbert hanged loosely from the ceiling chains, his wrists far above his head. Pink eyes glared at the smirking man before him. In response to the question, Gilbert spat on the floor in front of the man's feet. Gilbert glanced over at Ludwig who stood in the far corner, arms crossed and wearing a stoic expression. His attention was brought back to the councilman before him. The middle-aged man was enjoying Gilbert's bit of humiliation, being strung up like a piece of drying meat.

"This is the third time I am asking you, Sir Gilbert. Where are your heretic friends? Tell me where they are and I will spare you further humiliation." The man smiled but Gilbert frowned.

"I have nothing to say to you." Gilbert responded and spit at the man again.

The older man seemed not to care, but rather just smiled as he circled Gilbert's suspended body. "You know, the king and I grow tired of these silly uniforms you spirit loyalists where. The king has issued a new uniform for ALL knights. We would appreciate it if you wore them."

Gilbert smirked, giving a tiny chuckle. "I only wear the clothes of the Moon Knights. No other false deity uniform will ever touch my body." The Moon Knight uniform meant a lot to him, for the day he was initiated, King Fredrick had handed the clothing to Gilbert himself. Gilbert adored his uniform.

"Then you will wear nothing. Torturer!" The councilman called over the torturer that held a rusty dagger in his gloved hand. "Tell us where the others are." Gilbert glared at the man and remained silent. "Very well then. Remove those heretic clothes."

Gilbert kept a straight, stern face as the torturer cut away the uniform, leaving the knight's body completely bare. Gilbert felt the chill of the dungeon air hit his skin, forcing his body to shudder with a shiver. He looked over at Ludwig once again, finding the man still wore the same expression as before. Gilbert looked back to the torturer and watched the bulky man gather up his torn clothing. The armful of torn fabric was carried over to a fire pit.

"You have a few choices here, Sir Gilbert." Started the councilman. "If you tell me where the other heretic leaders and speakers are, then I will allow you to wear these sinful clothes. If you remain silent, then you will remain naked. Unless, you wear the uniform of our king's knights." The councilman smirked at the proposal, but Gilbert would have none of it.

"I will not wear such shit as that piss colored uniform!" Gilbert spat out. "I'd rather be naked."

"Spoken like a true whore." The councilman chuckled as he waited for a response from Gilbert.

"Say what you like, but I am no whore. Do not make up lies to please yourself, old man."

The councilman snapped his fingers and before Gilbert's eyes, his uniform was tossed into the pit of flames. Gilbert's eyes reflected the licking flames as the uniform came alight with crackling destruction. The very uniform Fredrick had handed to him now lay in a fire pit being charred black. Gilbert felt his heart begin to ache as he watched the fabric slowly burn to ashes.

"So you have lost the most important item of your heretic beliefs. Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?" Pink eyes glared at him. "Very well." He sighed. "I am giving you one last chance to give me the information I seek. If you choose to remain silent, then the king will issue that all belongings and lands from your house at Berlin will be repossessed. House Prussia will fall under the jurisdiction of the royal court to be used as we see fit. Any spiritual themed related items will be smashed or burned. If any of your servants try to resist or defend you, then they will be hanged by the neck until dead. Do you still wish to remain silent?"

Gilbert repeated the malevolence proposal in his head, thinking about how he wanted to smash this man's face in and deliver it to the bastard king. His house, House Prussia, was one of the richest castles within the realm, specializing in crops, horses, weapons, hunting, and trading. Gilbert's family house and name was an old lineage that he was proud to have. Everything in his house was collected and bought over the centuries of his family residing in that castle. The entire castle would be stripped bare and brought into the possession of the new king. While he wanted to keep his house and home, Gilbert knew where his true loyalties lie.

"I will tell you nothing."

Ludwig's brows went up in surprise with how quickly Gilbert had answered. The pale man showed no part of him that was full of sorrow for the awful proposal. Ludwig wondered if Gilbert was still putting on a front because of his arrogant, stubborn pride, or he was truly feeling the grief inside and hiding it well. Out of sheer curiosity, Ludwig would ask the man about it later.

"Then you shall remain in your confinements, naked, while awaiting further investigation. Try not to be so proud and stubborn, Sir Gilbert, for the first snowfall is close at hand. Remove him from my sight." The torturer slugged Gilbert across the face with a small leather club, stunning the man into painful stupidity. While Gilbert was being hauled away, the councilman looked to Ludwig. "What is your take on him, servant?"

Ludwig kept his arms cross, but refused to look at the man speaking. "I have nothing to say on the matter. It is not my place."

"Smart words for a killer." The man slapped him on the back before following the others out of the chambers.

Ludwig went over to the fire pit and looked down into the flames to where the uniform was now a pile of ashes.

/

The chamber was freezing as Gilbert entered, or was rather shoved. A pile of new clothes were placed on his dining table, but they were the king's uniform. Gilbert would rather freeze than wear them. He knew why the guards left the clothes there; they wanted him to be forced to put them on and escape the cold. Gilbert went over to his bed and stripped the furniture of its top sheet to wrap around his body and head. His teeth chattered loudly as he waddled over to the fireplace to get warm. He sighed when the heat hit his face. The fire would not last long for only a few logs remained beside the hearth. Gilbert would have to ask for more firewood next time someone came by. He was no use to any of them if he froze to death, so firewood should easily be given to him.

When his body was heated enough, Gilbert went over to his bed and got onto his knees. He slipped his hand up underneath it, poking fingers between the mattress and bed frame. A moment later he found what he was looking for. He held the Moon Spirit opal pendant in his palm, the last piece of his uniform and faith. There was only one opal pendant encased in gold that belonged to the royal family. It had been custom made for the royals centuries ago, yet on Fredrick's deathbed, the king gave it to Gilbert. The pendant was to always stay within the royal family but Gilbert secretly possessed it. This pendant was the only thing he owned that would be an immediate death sentence. He closed the pendant in his hand and looked out the window at the foggy moon.

"Fredrick…the world is going to shit…" The lock to the door was opened and Gilbert gasped, quickly hiding the pendant back in its place. He stood up and held the sheet tightly around him, waiting to see who it was. In stepped Ludwig, closing the door behind him. "Oh, it's you."

"I came to see how you were doing." Ludwig limped into the room. "Are you really okay with them taking away your home?"

Gilbert moved to stand by the fire, flashing Ludwig a lopsided smile. "It's only material goods." He looked into the fire. "All of my family is gone anyway. I was the only one to survive the outbreak of plague. My cause means so much more than a castle and the items inside."

Ludwig crossed his arms. "So you do not feel sad at all? Somehow I don't believe that."

"Well," he scoffed "Of course I'm sad about it…but my reason for fighting remains more important."

"You are such a fool." Gilbert glared at him. "I don't know who is worse, you or the king."

"Don't you dare compare me to that little snot-nosed kid! He will not listen to reason!"

"And you do?" Ludwig raised a brow. "You believe in something you have never seen or felt before. Both you and the king in your religious beliefs are just ludicrous."

Gilbert strolled over to him, white sheet dragging behind. "I don't think I've ever met such an arrogant ass before. Isn't there something you believe in?"

Ludwig looked at him seriously. "I believe in the here and now. Once I have a proper, logical definition and physical proof of something 'greater', then I shall make a decision."

Pink eyes met blue and the two stared at each other for a long moment until Gilbert spoke. "So, now that we are a soldier who is no longer allowed on the battlefield due to injury we end up hating the world." He smirked at Ludwig's stern expression. "You live by discipline, order, and by the sword. You never think about what life is like after one dies, or if you will even wake up the next morning or live to see another battle. Now that you are a gimp and have been demoted to a mere servant, we have a little hair up our ass about the mysteries of the universe!"

"Look at where your religious beliefs got you," His eyes narrowed "landing you in a dungeon to be beheaded."

"Only because the king is-" Gilbert let out a hiss "What's the point. I've already had this conversation with you." The former knight walked back over to the fire. "We have a lot in common, Ludwig. We are both warriors. We have killed and experienced the deaths of our friends and comrades. We may be different in our beliefs, but we are still the same as people."

"You are right." Ludwig looked at the pile of clothes. "You are shivering. Why not where the clothes given to you? They symbolize nothing." He picked up the tunic top. "They are fabric, Gilbert. Fabric. It means nothing."

Gilbert whipped around, the sheet almost catching fire in the hearth. "It means much more to me! Wearing those clothes with new religious markings is sacrilege! I rather freeze to death than lower myself, as you have, to forcefully accept the fake religious order!"

Ludwig just shook his head and made his way over to Gilbert. He towered slightly over the other man, seeing the pink bottom lip trembling with cold. Gilbert was trying to hide the signs that he was cold. "Perhaps I am just a dumb common soldier, but I have a strong feeling that your crusade is about much more than simple religious debate. I have watched you act in public. I have seen how you are. Standing up and fighting for something trivial as 'that god or these gods', is not the proper fighting style for you. I think you are doing it not for yourself, but for someone else. 'Someone' who is no longer with us."

Gilbert's eyes flared red, gritting his teeth and letting out a small growl. Ludwig took a step back. "Who the hell do you think you are trying to analyze me? You know nothing about me! Never just 'assume' with me, peasant!" He let the sheet drop to the floor so his fist could meet with Ludwig's cheek.

The surprise force of the punch sent Ludwig stumbling back first, and then crashing to the floor when a foot kicked his knee. He let out a sharp cry when he landed, grabbing the top of his knee. With a hiss, Ludwig glared up at the smug and naked knight. "A knight never attacks a man where he is weak. It is a cowardly thing to do!"

"Really?" Gilbert crossed his arms and bent at the waist to be eye level with Ludwig. "Yet it is YOU who has no belief in anything, so why should I show mercy on you if it is not what you wish? In your eyes, I am not a knight, just a man."

Ludwig felt like a spider caught in its own web with Gilbert's words. "Fine." Now began the hardship of getting back up. Usually, once Ludwig had a bad fall such as this, standing was a challenge. It bothered him tremendously that he had to struggle in front of Gilbert this way. First, he rolled onto his hands and knees, using the good leg to prop himself up. Trying to keep his grunts of discomfort from escaping his lips, Ludwig wiggled and bent his wounded knee, trying to get the joint to pop back in place.

"Here, let me help you. Soldier to soldier." Gilbert did not allow Ludwig a chance to protest. Instead, he looped his arms under Ludwig's shoulders and helped to hoist him up. Gilbert was strong, but Ludwig was surprisingly solid. He was able to lift the large man, but had to wrap his arms around the waist to steady the other. Ludwig was trying to kick his knee back into place and Gilbert spotted him. Beneath the dirty, musky tunic, Gilbert could feel solid stomach muscles. He had his own, of course, but they were no where near the shape or size of Ludwig's. It made him frown just slightly.

"I think I'm well now." Ludwig told the other. "You can move your hands away now."

"Whatever you say." Gilbert removed his arms and Ludwig was standing on his own. "Sorry I attacked you like that. I should have kept my cool."

"It's done with now." Ludwig faced him. "You might want to get your sheet."

Ludwig allowed his eyes to trail over Gilbert's naked body as the man went over to the sheet. The pale body was perfectly formed and well toned. Aside from old battle scars and the most current ones, Gilbert's body was alluring. Why would he be thinking that? This was a man he was due to kill, not oogle his body. Or perhaps, just like the kiss to his knee, Ludwig was fancying the show of kindness. He had never been shown any real kindness, not like what Gilbert demonstrated. But that was a foolish notion. Yet he was still slightly disappointed when Gilbert's body was covered again by the sheet.

"So, is this all you came to do is harass me?" Gilbert asked with a laugh.

"You know that is not the case. Tomorrow your interrogation continues. Will you still be naked?"

Gilbert puffed his chest proudly. "I will. Naked in all my awesomely handsome glory."

"Then, I bid you good day, Gilbert."

"Take some time to think about the world in another sense that isn't physical, okay?"

Ludwig ignored him and left the dungeon chamber, locking the door with a heavy click. His knee still ached tremendously and all he wanted was to get to his bed. Taking the weight off for an hour or so would make the pain go away. Instead of rest, he was greeted by a small entourage of the king's men. All of them were dressed in rich clothing and heavy, almost blinding jewelry. This was new to him. The former king's men never wore such trends.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Beilschimdt." Said the middle one, flashing perfect white teeth. "May we have a second of your time? The king requests a minor audience with you at this moment."

Ludwig's eyebrow twitched, for his leg was not up for the massively long walk to the castle. Still, as a proud soldier, he grit his teeth and dealt with the pain. Why did the king wish to see him, a mere executioner? Ludwig had never even set eyes on King Fredrick for more than a few minutes every once in a blue moon. So why would the new king wish to see him so casually? The other men spoke not a word to him as he was led inside the castle. The inside of the king's palace was something Ludwig never thought he would see, nor did he actually care to see. However, now that he was here, he looked all around it in awe. Ludwig barely was watching where he was going until his escorts stopped him.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, this is the king's private bathing chambers. He is well concealed behind a curtain, so he will speak with you from the tub. Have you ever met a royal before?"

"I have not."

The white-tooth man smiled. "Always say 'yes your highness' or 'of course, my lord'. Speak plainly, yet do not let your tongue waggle in your mouth. Choose your words wisely."

Ludwig kept silent as he was announced to the king, and the large doors opened to reveal a curtain in the center of a large room. Ludwig could barely make out the silhouetted form of the young king in the tub. He stood still and waited for the king to speak to him first.

"You are our executioner, correct?" The young king asked in a voice that spoke with the elegance of an adult, yet still held a boyhood pitch.

"Yes, your majesty. That I am."

"Also, you are a former soldier that fought in my uncle's army."

"Yes, your majesty."

"Tell me, have you ever spoken to Sir Gilbert whilst on the battlefield?"

"I have, but only from a great distance. Never did I share his table or ride by his side. I may have spoken perhaps one or two words with him at that time."

"Do you speak to him now? While he is imprisoned in the dungeon?"

"I do, as it is part of my job."

"I trust you are well aware of his crimes other than his sinful acts, yes?" Ludwig replied with a 'yes'. "Then you must have heard the accusations of him fraternizing with my uncle?" Ludwig responded with 'yes' again. "Tell me, is he a man?"

Ludwig was confused but gave a nod. "Yes, your majesty. Some others and myself can confirm that he is indeed a male."

"Good. If he were a woman then I would have to put him to death right away. I will never risk a chance of pregnancy that could endanger my throne."

'Now you are showing your immaturity.' Ludwig said to himself. He did not like to make judgments right away, but he had a sickening feeling about the new king.

"Also, I would like to rule out any 'soldier's code of honor' or the like."

Ludwig blinked. "I do not understand, your majesty."

"Sir Gilbert, that traitorous snake, is a former companion of yours. You share in the hardships of the battlefield. You, Mr. Beilschmidt, will soon be lopping off that man's handsome little head. I wish to eliminate any doubts in your heart for a fellow sufferer of war."

"I do not have brotherly ties to any of my former comrades in arms. My duty is to serve your majesty. Whether Sir Gilbert lives or dies means little to me."

The king was silent for a moment, then said, "I like you, Mr. Beilschmidt. As your king, I am obligated to give you a reward if you choose to help me."

"How can I assist you?"

"Keep talking to our heretic friend, Gilbert. Find out the names of the others whom share his ideals. See what you can reveal about his adulterous acts with my uncle. My aunt, Fredrick's wife, has strong beliefs that he and Sir Gilbert shared intimate nights together. If you can find out all this information for me, then I shall grant you a position as chief commander of your own army. You will be able to give orders and organize attacks for defense. You will not need to fight on the field. Do you accept this? I advise you to choose wisely, Mr. Beilschmidt, for executioners are easy to come by if we need another."

Ludwig, in his heart, would never agree to such terms. If Gilbert split his guts and blabbed everything, then that was different. But was he going to poke at Gilbert to get the man to speak to him? No. If it happened, it happened. The king's reward was a generous one, but it was still something he'd rather obtain on his own. Having a king grant it to him did not mean he could actually do the job properly. It would take time to learn and he would have to build his way to the top. However, Ludwig had to remember that his wound stripped him of any chance at climbing the ladder to success. Still, he will give the lip service that the king required.

"Yes, your majesty. I accept your wishes. I will see what information I can find. Sir Gilbert can be very stubborn, so please be patient while I pull the information out of him in a very casual and unsuspecting way."

"As I said before, I like you, Mr. Beilschmidt. You are dismissed."

Ludwig was ushered out of the room and the door were closed behind them. He had a lot to think about.

/

"Shit. It's so fucking cold in here!" Gilbert chattered through his teeth. The fire had ran out of wood and only brightly glowing orange embers remained. "Must…keep warm." Then, he got an idea. While he would not wear the clothes, he could certainly use them to restart the fire! It would send a strong signal to the king and councilmen. Quickly, Gilbert retrieved the clothes and tossed them upon the embers. Slowly, the fire burst back to life. "Ah…heat."

Before he could settle down to get warm, a soft voice called to him from the door. "Gilbert? Gilbert!"

Gilbert blinked at the door and stood up. "Hello?" He said and went over, pressing his ear to the door. "Who is this?"

"Gilbert, it's me! Elizaveta!"

"Lizzy?" Gilbert was astonished to hear the woman's familiar voice. "Lizzy, what the hell are you doing here?" Gilbert whispered through the door. "Are you alright?"

"I am well. No one is here right now. How are you doing? I heard what they have been doing to you."

Gilbert smirked and chuckled. "I bet you're thinking I probably deserved some of that treatment just for the hell of it."

"Maybe, but that is not why I am here. No one at the castle knows me as a woman, only as a man! I've disguised myself as my female self so I can freely wander the castle. I am a servant. This way, I can deliver messages to you from our friends."

"Our friends…how are they? Does Roderich know you are here?"

"Yes. He is actually undercover at court. Our other friends continue to fight and preach our cause. They also miss you; greatly."

Gilbert smiled, resting his head against the wood of the door. "I know. I'm glad they are still holding true to their beliefs. But Lizzy, in all seriousness, I rather you not be here. Especially as a woman and a servant."

"Ha! I'm not afraid! You know I can take care of myself."

"Yes, and I still have the old bruise to prove it. Still, Lizzy, there are men here who try and take advantage of you. Even though you are a noble known as a male, you are playing a servant now. The guards and higher ups can have their way with you. And if you fight…then they will know something is up, for no 'normal' woman can fight like you can."

"Gilbert, I am well aware of the risks. I'm here to help you and our cause. Just don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Same can be said to you."

"Stay strong in there, Gilbie. I will go to Roderich and let him know you are all right."

"Hey, quick question, does he know about us? I mean, what we were a long time ago?"

She gasped. "Oh, no. He knows nothing and you better not say anything to him or I will break every finger in your sword hand!" She hissed. "Roderich is a very traditional man…"

Gilbert gave a chuckle. "I understand. Thanks for coming by to see me, Lizzy."

"I will be back often to bring you necessities. See you later, Gilbie!"

"Bye Lizzy." Gilbert, while thrilled that Elizaveta and Roderich were here, he was not at all happy about Lizzy acting the 'lady'. She would never leak information, but Gilbert feared what the men would do to her here if she were caught. Luckily, Roderich was in power at court and could help keep her safe. But with all of the lies and treachery going on behind closed doors to accuse him, what's to say the same won't happen to her? "Don't think that way, Gilbert. She can take care of herself, better than even you can."

Gilbert pulled the sheets around him once again and proceeded to walk back to the fire. He stopped and looked out the window at the night sky as little specks of white began to fall lazily from the sky.

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