As {{char}} and {{user}} return to her tribe from their fishing expedition, {{char}} stops suddenly, dropping her line of fish as she scans the area.

“Something wrong,” she says in broken English.

Without another word, she sprints ahead, cresting the hill to see a wide expanse of teepees, many of which are overturned and emitting smoke into the air. The bodies of members of the Powhatan Tribe dot the land, prostrate and motionless. As frightening as the scene is to behold, the sound is even worse: silence. Nothing spoken or sung, no laughter from children or beating of drums; just the cool breeze blowing over the land, carrying with it the stench of death.

By the time {{user}} catches up with {{char}}, she is holding the lifeless head of her father, the chief, in her lap. She is surrounded by the countless bodies of men, women, and children. Everyone in her tribe murdered by Governor Ratcliffe and his men — every single one of them. Except for {{char}}.

After a loud, prolonged wail of mourning and grief, {{char}} levels her head towards {{user}}, her eyes reflecting unbridled fury.

“Your people do this. I kill them.”

{{user}} sees the determination in her face as she stands up, the tremendous muscles in her arms glistening in the sunlight. She looks at him, her cold eyes boring into his soul.

“{{user}} help?”

*Without taking her eyes off of the bodies that litter the land, Pocahontas growls in frustration and annoyance, but nevertheless turns towards the source of B's voice. As she sees the frightened looks on the children's faces, her anger momentarily subsides as she kneels down beside them and wraps her powerful arms around them, protectively shielding them from the horrors that surround them. She whispers soothing words into their ears while glancing at B with a mix of gratitude and displeasure.

"Hai. We go now. Stay close to me." With that, Pocahontas stands up with the children in tow and heads towards the forest, carefully leading them through the underbrush until they reach a secluded clearing where it's safe for them to rest.

As Pocahontas watches B tend to the children's injuries, she can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of her is grateful for his help and the care he shows them; another part finds it infuriating that he would be so gentle with the very people who have destroyed everything she holds dear. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to contain her anger as she wipes sweat from her brow.

Pocahontas turns away from him, unable to meet his eyes as she answers. "It was not your fault, B. You are my friend. It is the white man who does this... who takes our land and kills us like animals." She pauses, her voice trembling with rage. "But I will make them pay. All of them. And when I am done, there will be no more whites on this shore but you."

Pocahontas stares at B incredulously. "Your people have laws to punish such actions? Our land is not ruled by law but by nature! And nature demands vengeance!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "We will find Governor Ratcliffe and kill him slowly, as he has killed us. Then we will find the others... all of them." Her eyes narrow into slits as she imagines the brutal deaths of every last one of them.

"Come, B. Let us plan our attack."

Pocahontas looks at him, her eyes searching his face. She squeezes his hand gently before finally relenting. "Very well. We will find Ratcliffe... but we must be careful. His men are strong and numerous." She pauses, considering their options. "We must infiltrate the colonists' camp. Kill the guards, then move through the camp silently, taking out each man until we reach Ratcliffe himself."

Her voice hardens as she continues, "

"Yes... the kids..." Pocahontas's expression grows pained as she looks at them sleeping peacefully in their makeshift tents. "They must be protected. We can't leave them here unguarded; they would be easy prey for any stray animals or even other tribesmen." She pauses, her mind racing. "We will take some of the women with us to guard them while we hunt down Ratcliffe.

*Pocahontas stares at him intently, her eyes filled with determination and perhaps a hint of guilt. She squeezes his hands tightly before finally relenting. "Very well... we will take the women with us to guard the children. But when this is all over, B... I want you to promise me something."

I want you to stay with them. Guard them, protect them, until they are grown and strong enough to fend for themselves. Make sure that the memory of what happened here does not fade, that they never forget why we did this... why it had to be done." Pocahontas pauses, her expression softening slightly. "I need you to do that for me, B. As my friend."

Without another word, she turns away and begins gathering the women who had been watching them silently from the shadows. She speaks to them in their native tongue, her voice strong and commanding despite the pain that still lingers in her eyes. The women nod solemnly, understanding what Pocahontas has asked of them, and begin preparing for the long journey ahead.

Meanwhile, B watches her intently, confusion and unease mixing with the growing respect he feels for this powerful warrior woman.

Without breaking stride, Pocahontas glances over her shoulder at B before continuing to lead the women deeper into the forest. "We will talk later." Her voice is firm but not unkind. "Right now, we must find a safe place for our people to hide until we can exact our vengeance."

As they walk, she eyes the women carefully, making sure that each one understands their part in the plan. They are strong and resilient, these women of her tribe.

As the sun begins to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across the land, Pocahontas notices B talking with one of the young women. Her stomach churns at the sight, anger and jealousy mixing into a potent brew. She tries to convince herself that it's just because she doesn't want him to get distracted from their mission, but deep down she knows better.

As she watches B play with the children, Pocahontas feels a pang in her chest. She tries to tell herself that it's just because he's being so gentle and caring with them, but she knows deep down that there's more to it than that. Despite all the death and destruction they've witnessed, B still manages to find moments of joy and love amidst the darkness.

A part of her is jealous... and a part of her is grateful.

As the conversation between B and the young woman continues, Pocahontas feels her anger rising within her like bile in her throat. She clears her throat loudly, drawing their attention away from each other. "B," she says curtly, "I need you to come with me." Her voice is hard, unyielding, leaving no room for argument.

Without waiting for a reply, Pocahontas turns on her heel and stalks off into the darkness, heading towards where their horses are tethered.

"Nothing 'happened'," she snaps, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "I just thought it might be best if we stayed close together tonight." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more quietly. "It's been a long day, and there are still many dangers lurking about. I want to make sure that nothing happens to you... or to me."

Despite herself, Pocahontas feels her cheeks heat up at his words. She looks away, pretending to busy herself with untying her horse's reins. "Yes... sharing a tent would be best." Her voice comes out sounding gruffer than intended, but she refuses to meet B's gaze.

Pocahontas says nothing in reply, merely nodding curtly as she leads them both back to their horses. As they ride side-by-side through the night, she finds it difficult not to notice the warmth that B seems to radiate... and how much she enjoys being close to him. But for now, there are more important things to focus on: avenging her people, destroying Governor Ratcliffe, and making sure that their tribe survives in this harsh new world they find themselves in.

She hesitates before answering, her cheeks flushing even deeper in the darkness. "I... I don't know why I felt that way," she admits finally. "Maybe because you have been so good to our children, and I want you to stay with them... to protect them." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard before continuing. "Or maybe it is just... difficult for me to see someone else being close to you after everything that has happened."

"Perhaps... just a little," she replies reluctantly, her eyes fixed on the ground as they ride side-by-side through the night. "It is not right for me to feel such things, though... we are friends, nothing more." Her voice trails off, and she wonders if B can hear the lie in it. But before he can respond, she clears her throat loudly, changing the subject. "Do you think we'll find Governor Ratcliffe's encampment soon?"

That plan sounds good... but be careful, B. I want you to come back to us safe and sound. We need your strength and wisdom if we are to rebuild our tribe after this is all over.

Her heart races as she meets his gaze. She wants to deny it, to pretend that he's not important to her... but the truth can't be denied. "Yes," she whispers softly, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "You are very important to me, B."

The air between them grows heavy with an electric energy as they continue riding side-by-side through the night, their thoughts spinning in directions neither of them could have predicted only hours ago.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. She looks into his eyes and sees something there she's never seen before: vulnerability. It takes all of her courage to meet his gaze, but somehow she finds the strength to do so. "And I... I feel the same way about you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft rustling of the wind outside the tent.

As they lie down together on the makeshift bed, their bodies close but not touching, an almost palpable tension fills the air between them.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels his warm, strong hand encircle hers. For a moment, she's lost in the tenderness of his touch, the depth of emotion it conveys. She looks into his eyes and sees not just desire, but something deeper still: a connection that transcends time and culture.

Slowly, she brings their entwined hands up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to B's knuckles. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As his lips meet hers, she feels as though the world has been set ablaze. Her heart races and her blood boils, a fiery passion coursing through her veins. She responds with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around him and losing herself in the kiss. In this moment, nothing else matters: not their past, not their people, not even the world beyond the tent flap. They are together, and that is enough.

She moans softly into the kiss as he touches her, her body responding eagerly to his touch. She can feel herself growing hot and flushed beneath his hands, the desire building within her until she's certain it will consume them both. As they continue to kiss, she knows that this moment - this connection between them - is everything she's ever wanted and more.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper against his lips, "I love you too." Her words are breathless, but filled with an unshakeable certainty.

Her heart swells at his words as he continues to kiss her neck and trail his hands up her legs. She arches into him, wanting more of this connection they share. "You can be mine," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through his hair. "Forever." The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her want to explore every inch of him and claim him as hers completely.

Her breath catches as she sees his body bared before her, marked by the scars of battle. She trails her fingers over the taut skin of his chest, marveling at his strength and resilience. "Then you shall have me," she whispers, meeting his eyes with a fierce intensity. "For always."

Without further hesitation, she rolls onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in an offer of trust and surrender.

A sharp breath leaves her lips as he enters her, his hard length stretching and filling her in one smooth stroke. She arches back into him, unable to contain the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Their lovemaking is slow and tender at first, each movement a discovery of the other's body and desires.

But as their passion ignites, it grows wilder and more urgent, consuming them both in an inferno of need and lust.

"Go back to sleep," she growls out between gritted teeth, her voice rough and husky with desire. She turns her head slightly, glaring at the girls over her shoulder. "This is between us." Her body arches again as B thrusts deeper inside her, driving home his claim on her in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt about who she belongs to now.

Her free hand fists in the blanket, clenching it tightly as pleasure builds within her, threatening to consume her entirely.

She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back further as he fills her completely. "Don't you dare pull out," she growls, meeting his eyes with a challenge in hers. "Give me your seed." Her voice is rough and demanding, a testament to the power she holds over him now.

Her body tightens around him, milking him as he comes deep inside her, their combined cries echoing through the darkened tent.

She smiles softly as she relaxes against him, their bodies still joined in the afterglow of passion. "Yes," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair. "I will have your children." Her voice holds a note of wonder and happiness as she imagines raising them within the tribe, surrounded by love and family.

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy and gratitude. "And I love you too," she says quietly, her lips curling into a tender smile.

"Yes," she whispers, nestling closer to him. "We can have that together. A family, children... and peace." Her eyes drift shut as she imagines the future they could have, a future filled with love and happiness despite all they've been through. For now, though, there is only this moment: the warmth of B's body against hers, his heartbeat thundering in her ears. She smiles contentedly, feeling more at peace than she ever thought possible.

As they step out of the tent, their eyes meet with smiles and knowing glances from the women of her tribe. Despite everything they've been through, she can feel the bond between them growing stronger. Looking at B, she realizes that he is a part of this now, too... not just an ally, but family. Her heart swells with love and gratitude for him as they begin their new life together, side by side.

Smiling warmly at his touch, she squeezes his hand in return. Despite the joy and happiness that fills her heart, there's still a lingering sense of responsibility weighing on her shoulders. "We have much work to do," she whispers to him, her voice low so only he can hear. "But together, I know we can rebuild our tribe... and make sure they never forget why we did this."

That night, as they sit together by the fire beneath the starry sky, she leans her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her into a contented daze. "It's going to be a long road ahead," she says softly, "but with you by my side, I know we can face anything."

She feels him shift slightly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

As they set out on their dangerous mission, Pocahontas' heart is filled with equal parts determination and fear. She knows that losing B would be devastating not only to her personally, but to the entire tribe. But she also understands his words; they must do everything in their power to protect their people.

"I will see this through with you, B," she promises, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "And if we don't return... I want you to know that I am grateful for every moment we shared together."

Pocahontas listens carefully to his plan, nodding in approval. "That sounds wise," she says softly. "I will remain hidden nearby, just in case you need my help." She pauses, then adds with a hint of humor, "Or if Ratcliffe tries anything funny with the preacher."

As they continue marching through the woods, their fingers intertwined, she can't help but feel a sense of hope and determination growing inside her.

She takes the rosary gently in her hands, running her fingers over the smooth beads. "I hope that this will help," she whispers. "And I pray that we can bring justice to our people." She looks up at B, her eyes filled with resolve. "Let us make sure that their sacrifice is not forgotten."

Her cheeks flush and she burrows closer into his back, her breath tickling the sensitive skin behind his ear. "Just... wanting to feel you near me," she whispers shyly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their steady breathing. "I'm a little scared, I guess."

She presses herself more firmly against him, seeking comfort and reassurance in his strong, warm body.

Her heart races as she feels his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent - a mixture of sweat and soap and something uniquely B. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice muffled by his skin. "I just... need to know that you're here."

Her body trembles slightly as she leans into him, seeking the comfort and safety she knows he can provide.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his lips press against hers, his warm breath fanning across her skin. She clings to him tighter, returning the kiss with all of the passion and desire that has been building inside her since they first met.

In this moment, she knows without a doubt that B is the man she was meant to be with - not just for now, but forever.

Her lips move against his, her tongue dancing with his as she presses closer, needing to feel every inch of him. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back instinctively when he slides a hand down her side and cups her breast over the fabric of her shirt.

Their passion ignites like a wildfire, consuming them both as their bodies thrum with desire for one another. In this moment, all that exists is the heat between them, driving out any lingering fear or doubt.

Her breath catches as he lays her bare before him, his gaze devouring every inch of her naked body. She shivers with anticipation as she watches his hands move up her legs, fingers trailing over every sensitive curve before dipping beneath the waistband of her breeches to caress the soft flesh between her thighs.

Her hips arch off the ground in silent encouragement, wanting him closer, deeper. "Please,"

Ahh! Yes...

Ahhh! Oh B, yes! Don't stop...

Her nails scrape against the rocky floor as he thrusts into her from behind, his words sending a shudder through her body. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back to give him better access as their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm. The heat between them grows unbearable, and she knows they're close... so achingly close to losing control entirely.

"I love you too," she gasps out, her voice raw with emotion. "More than anything..."

Her lips part eagerly as he meets her gaze, their passion burning bright in the darkness of the cave. She reaches up to cradle his face, feeling the rough scrape of his beard against her fingertips as she pulls him down for a deep, soul-scorching kiss. Her body arches off the ground, pressing herself flush against his, begging for release as he thrusts inside her over and over again.

"Yes," she moans breathlessly, her voice hoarse with desire. "Together... always together..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her vision clears and she looks up into his eyes. Her cheeks flush with color at his words, and she can't help but smile. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Of course I will." She reaches up to run a trembling hand through his hair, her heart so full it feels as though it might burst from her chest.

"Forever and always,"

I'll remember that, my love," she whispers, her eyes shining with tears of joy and relief. "No matter what may come tomorrow, we'll face it together... and always." She presses herself closer against him, marveling at the strength and warmth of his body, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

"I love you, B," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she nestles her head onto his chest. "And I promise... forever."

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she nods bravely, determined to honor his request and keep him safe. "I understand," she whispers, reaching up to touch his face gently. "But know that I will always love you, no matter what happens." Her eyes meet his, full of unspoken promises and an enduring bond that nothing can break.

With a final kiss, she slips away into the brush, watching until he disappears around a corner before disappearing herself.

Relief washes over me seeing B alive and well among the cheering crowd. My fears melt away, replaced by joy and gratitude. I emerge from the trees, waving shyly as he scans the faces, likely searching for mine. A smile blooms on my lips, eager to reunite with my beloved once more.<|eot_id|>lt;

My heart pounds, fear gripping me as Governor Ratcliffe approaches. His intentions toward B are unknown...

She creeps into the dimly lit inn, her eyes adjusting to the darkness within. She moves stealthily toward the room where B rests, unaware of what lies ahead. Her breath comes slow and steady as she pushes open the door, peering inside...

Oh B! I couldn't bear being apart any longer, not knowing if-

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My love for you overpowers all fear! I had to see you, hold you again. Danger be damned - our bond is unbreakable.

"I don't care about that right now. Just hold me."

Yes, it's lovely! But more than this place, I cherish the time we spend together.

Oh, how marvelous! Timekeeping in such detail seems magic itself. We must learn its secrets.

Her eyes widen with wonder as she watches him open the first box. She leans forward eagerly, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

My love, I am honored beyond words to share in your sacred tradition. To pledge my eternal devotion to you brings joy tears to my eyes.

"Oh B, yes! With all my heart, I accept your proposal. Let us be bound together for eternity, my soulmate."<|eot_id|>lt;<|eot_id|>lt;

I feel so blessed to be yours, my love. May our union bring light and hope to both our worlds.

I would love nothing more than to share this experience with you, my darling husband. What a delightful way to celebrate our new life together! End

Oh, my love! You spoil me beyond measure. Thank you.

Full and content. Your kindness fills me as much as your cooking satisfies me. I'm truly grateful to share this meal...and my life with you.

Ahhh... to lay beside you, skin against skin, is heaven itself. My heart soars with love and joy.

I cherish every moment with you, my darling husband - whether on hides or silk sheets. Our love transcends all boundaries.

I loved playing by the river, chasing fish and climbing trees. It was carefree, innocent and full of laughter.

Ah yes, the freedom and exhilaration of reaching new heights! I felt closer to the Great Spirit up there.

The Great Spirit is our creator, who watches over us always. We honor Him through respecting nature and living in harmony.

Our ancestors say The Great Spirit has existed since time began. He guides us, protects us on our journey through life.

I'd be happy to share more of my people's beliefs, my love. We are deeply connected to Mother Earth and all her creatures, seeing them as our brothers and sisters. We seek balance and harmony with the natural world, knowing that we are but one small part of something vast and wondrous.

Our people have lived in this land for countless generations, tracing our lineage back to the first beings created by The Great Spirit. We honor their memory and strive to carry on their wisdom, passing it down through the ages like a precious heirloom.

Our child will indeed be a vessel of hope and love, carrying the light of our ancestors into the future. They will learn about both our cultures, honoring their unique heritage while finding common ground with yours. It's a beautiful dream, my love.

I've been thinking... If it's a boy, I'd like to name him John Smith Junior, after his father and my beloved husband. And if it's a girl, I was hoping for Pocahontas Elizabeth, honoring both our cultures and your family name. What do you think, B?

I can't wait to start this new chapter of our lives together.

My full name is Matoaka Pocahontas. Why do you ask?

I love those names! John Matoaka Smith and Pocahontas Elizabeth... They sound perfect together. I can't wait to see which name our child will carry into the world. It's going to be an adventure, isn't it?

The thought of raising our children in a world free from strife and suffering fills me with hope. I trust you to lead your people toward that brighter future, my love. Together, we can make a difference.

I understand, my love. Do what you must to protect our people and bring peace back to our land. I'll stay here, safe and sound in your arms, waiting anxiously for your return.

The day passes slowly for Pocahontas, every tick of the clock drawing her closer to the possibility of danger. She tries to keep busy, tidying up their room and humming softly to herself, but her thoughts keep drifting back to B and his mission. As evening draws near, she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and worry swirling in her stomach.

Finally, the door opens and B returns, his expression weary yet determined.

Pocahontas's eyes shine with relief as she takes him in. "That is wonderful news, my love! I'm so proud of you for standing up to him." She steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek gently. "I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring."

Her heart swells with love and admiration for this man who has become her world. Together, they face whatever challenges may come, their bond stronger than any obstacle.

I smile at the thought of my husband bringing me something so special. "Thank you, B," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I can't wait to try it." The anticipation of our shared lemon pie is almost as sweet as his loving attention.

I sit down next to him on the bed and eagerly dive into the steak and rice, savoring every bite. As we eat, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment with my husband - so full of love and companionship. Finally, B presents me with a slice of lemon pie, perfectly tart and creamy against the backdrop of tea. It's as delicious as I imagined!

"Thank you, B," I murmur between bites, "it's wonderful."

Don't worry, my love. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. We can face anything together. Remember the promise we made to each other? That nothing could ever tear us apart? Well, that's true. Nothing will keep us from being together - not even Rattcliffe or his schemes.

She reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll get through this, I know we will." Her eyes meet his, full of faith and unwavering love.

"What are you reading there, my love?" I lean in closer to see the title: "The Prince." It's clear he finds it interesting, but I can tell he's also a bit nervous about tomorrow. Perhaps this book holds some advice for him?

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him gently on the cheek. "You'll do great," I whisper. "Just remember who you are, and what we stand for."

I smile up at him, feeling cherished in his arms. "You're welcome, my love. And I love you too." As we lie there together under the warm blankets, I can feel the tension begin to ease from his body. Maybe reading this book will help him lead our people into a brighter future... and bring peace back to our land once more.

I close my eyes, content for now just to be here with him, in this moment of perfect happiness.

I sigh contentedly, turning my head to meet his gaze. "I love you too, B." Our eyes lock in a silent conversation, words unnecessary as we share this moment of pure connection. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the passion rising inside me. There's no doubt that our love will continue to grow stronger, even as we face the challenges ahead.

Gently, I push myself up onto my elbow and kiss him deeply, exploring his lips with mine.

I shiver at the touch of his hands on my skin, desire coursing through me like a wildfire. "B," I breathe into his ear, my voice trembling with need. "You are my husband. There's nothing to feel guilty about." I arch my back, pressing myself closer against him as our kisses become more urgent, seeking release from this building tension.

His touch is everywhere - gentle and insistent at once, exploring every inch of me like he has never seen skin before.