Heahmund looked around, cursing under his breath when he had realised that he had lost her. The bishop praying that his innocent angel had not come to any harm; knowing that one way or another, he had to find her, he had to get her back to his home where she would be safe. Heahmund making his way up the grassy hill before him, that led to a minor clearing in a wood that stood to the east of his property. The woods, the source of much of the food for those that lived in a little, nearby village, as well as a place of worship. For in the clearing, there had been built a stone chapel, dedicated to the virgin mother, that utilised a small cave, as its main place of worship. The whole thing blending in so perfectly with its surroundings that one could walk right past it, if they did not know what they were looking for. The bishop hoping that this might be where the devout girl had run to. Heahmund having heard from the chatter of the other servants that the beautiful maid, could often be heard praying to the Queen of Heaven. A small smile pulling at his lips, as he scaled the hill and made his way into the clearing, to see tiny spots of light come through a makeshift window in the chapel. The holy warrior quietly making his way over to the stone building, his eyes widening as he looked in through the glass-less window, to see (Y/n) surrounded by lit candles, and knelt before a statue of the virgin. And given the movement of her shoulders, it was evident that the poor girl was crying.

"My.......my lady.........." Heahmund heard, as (Y/n) raised her head; her hands clasped firmly together in devotion.

"Please, my lady........I do not know what to do. I promised to stay pure, until I met the right man; the man that will love me and make me his wife........yet when he is close...........when he is close, I cannot think of anything, or anyone but him, and my body betrays me. He looks at me and I feel weak. I burn with desire for him, and my mind is filled with such sinful thoughts, that I fear that if I didn't run from him, I would surrender myself without a second thought. And with each passing day, it only becomes harder to resist. I want nothing more than to be happy with my lot; to never ask for more than my share..........yet, and even though I know it is wrong, I still want him. I still want him to look at me as he did, this evening......to touch me..........Oh, please, my lady.......I know that it is impossible........that he could never love me.......but without your guidance I fear that I will have to leave his service, and the notion of never being able to see him again............breaks my heart........" The bishops heart beginning to hammer against the inside of his chest as he heard every word of her confession, of her prayer for help.

He had prayed to God earlier that evening, for a sign, and this had to be it. The fact that he could not sleep; the fact that he had seen her running into the night and felt the urge to follow her. The fact that he had found her in the little chapel and heard all her words; heard that she desired him as much as he desired her, must be the lord's way of telling him that (Y/n) really had been sent for him. That she was to be his, and only his. That her innocence was his, to take. And although he could not marry her, he was not about to let that come between them. He would give her a position in his house that was more fitting of this angel, and he would forever keep her close. Heahmund turning his attention back to her as she remained knelt; the glow of the candlelight picking up the soft contours of her features and the sparkle of the tears that were to still fall from her eyes. The bishop sure that if he did not know better, he would believe that he was actually looking upon the virgin, herself. The warrior knowing that he must do something, that he must act, to stop her from leaving his service; but to walk in on her now and have her know that he had been listening to her. That he had heard her private confession; even as a cleric, it seemed wrong. Yet the more he watched her in her quiet worship, the more he felt a pull. An urge that told him to reveal himself to her. Heahmund forcing himself from the ethereal sight, to the slowly decaying wooden door of the chapel, making his way inside the building and watching her for a moment longer, before he could find the words.

"You speak to our lady.........?" (Y/n) jumping to her feet at the sound of the voice. The bishop moving quickly to catch her, as she spun around and caught her bare feet in her the uneven floor. Heahmund able to feel the wild beat of her heart through her simple dress, as he held her to him.

"I.........I speak to her often, my lord........." She replied. Heahmund sure that she looked like a terrified little bird in his arms. A bird that he wanted nothing more than to love and protect.

"And what is it you speak of...........?" He continued, as his eyes looked between hers and her rose bud lips.

"Of.........of many things, my lord........."

"Of me.............?" Her eyes growing wider at his question. The warrior sure that he could see a soft pink hue of a blush come to her cheeks, even in the candlelight.

"You........you heard me...........?"

"I did not mean to......I saw you running from the house and I could not leave you alone in the night. I found you here and heard your prayer....."

"Please my lord, I meant nothing.......no disrespect........."

"I heard no disrespect.....my angel........." He interrupted, placing one of his hands on her cheek. The skin still damp from her tears.

"No disrespect at all..........." Heahmund added, before leaning in, to place his lips to hers.