This is the ninth in a series of stories about Roan, a teenager who lived in the Middle Ages. This story contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.
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As the sun rose the next day the band of knights was saddled and ready to ride off. Roan, on William's white horse, led the way with the others following. It was a large group for the times, fifty men, all wearing mail armor under their tunics and all carrying swords and axes. A few, like Roan, had maces and many had daggers pushed into their belts.
Roan had promised John, Earl of Claxton, that he would rendevous with him in two days, so he knew he didn't have time to delay. They would have to push themselves and probably sleep out in the fields as no monastery would want to accomodate so large a group.
The ride to Lincolnshire was uneventful. They slept in the open field on the first night and rose at dawn, hoping to reach their destination before late afternoon. They were able to get to Claxton Castle just before dark and were fed and bedded in the castle environs. Roan met with John and made preparations for the battle with the robbers. Roan formulated the plan and John approved it. John's men, who were known to DeQuisbeery's band, would sally out to meet them in a large field. Roan his men would come around from the opposite way and would squeeze the outlaws in a pincer movement. John had thirty men and Roan had fifty. It was estimated that DeQuisbeery's outlaw band numbered about ninety men, but Roan had no doubt that training and discipline would give his men the advantage.
Outlaw bands were not unusual in those times. Brigands made roads unsafe in every country, but a group as large as DeQuisberry's was unique. The entire countryside was endangered by this fierce band of ruthless men who spared no one and stopped at nothing.
After making their plans Roan sat and talked with the Earl. He enjoyed an easy comaraderie with this man who lived in such a spacious castle, filled with so many luxurious things. For his part John liked Roan and found him a good listener. They talked long into the night cementing a relationship that would be important for Roan. Although he was older, John knew of and appreciated the creed of the Knights of the Rod. He explained to Roan that if he had been thirty years younger he would also be a part of such a group. After saying that he leaned over, kissed Roan on the cheek and went off to bed, leaving Roan sitting in the expansive dining hall amazed at what he had just been told.
In the morning the men assembled in the courtyard where Roan explained the plan and then led his men to their assigned places. He had to take them through the woods, following Peter's lead, down paths that were almost invisible. Roan placed them in their positions and then went to his post. John's men rode out of the courtyard about an hour after Roan had left. They used the main road, hoping that the thieves would learn of their coming and come out to meet them. Their plan worked. DeQuisbeery, having heard of their approach, got his men together and rode to the fateful rendevous. His men were a motley group, oddly garbed and poorly equipped for such an encounter. But, they figured that with their numbers they could easily defeat John's little group. Such a defeat would make them rulers of the entire countryside and would bring about a collapse of any kind of lawful order.
The rash outlaws rode forth in haste just as John's men came over the hill onto the field. John's men spurred their horses to meet them, pulling their swords to do battle. Just as the two groups met for combat, Roan waved his lavender banner and his men came out of the woods behind the robbers, yelling and waving their swords. The robbers were confused and frightened. When they heard Roan's men yelling behind them they turned in fright and tried to ride off the field, but Roan had prudently spaced his men so that they were encircled.
He was all over the battlefield, inspiring his men, giving directions, calling out warnings. He ran a man through with his sword, pulled it out and then sliced another man's head off. He used his mace to smash another robber in the head and watched him fall off his horse into a bloody puddle. Caxton rode up to DeQuisbeery and slashed him with his sword. His arm fell off and he slumped in his saddle only to be pierced again by Caxton's blade. When the robbers saw their leader fall they knew that all was lost. Many tried again to ride off the field, but they were completely surrounded and were pushed back.
When it was over there was not a robber left standing, it had been a complete massacre. John lost two men and Roan lost one. They carried their men off the field and rode back to Claxton Castle to celebrate their victory with a huge banquet and a Mass of thanksgiving. Roan was celebrated as a great leader and warrior. All attention was on him as John gave him high honors when he made a victory speech before the assembled crowd. Everyone knew that because of this victory the countryside had been made safe once again.
In the morning Roan rose early, telling no one except John, where he was going. He rode in the fog to the monastery on the hill where he had left Walter, the blind teenager. The abbot recognized him, let him in and then sent for Walter, who was led down by another monk. Roan took Walter to the room he had shared with Caxton and sat him down.
"You have heard about the battle?"
"Yes, I'm glad, you are a great warrior, Roan." Walter was facing him. Although he knew Walter couldn't see Roan felt as though Walter was looking through him.
"No, I have great men with me. You spoke of seeing the outlaw's treasure, where is it?"
"I will tell you because you have been good to me. It is in a secret room off his library. There is a hidden spring that opens a bookcase. You must find the book by Augustine with the red leather binding. Pull it out and you will see the spring. The treasure is in the room behind the bookcase. Take it and use it Roan, you deserve it."
"Walter, I will take you with me. If any one deserves some of the treasure, you do."
"No, Roan, I'm happy here. I'm blind and the monks will take care of me, especially Harold."
"Harold?"
"Yes, a very special friend. Roan, would you do me one favor?"
"Yes, Walter, you need only ask. You saved my life, remember?"
"Roan, would you hold me in your arms."
"Most gladly." Roan rose from his seat and lifted Walter. He pulled him to him and kissed him on his forehead. Then he moved down and kissed him on his blinded eyes. He felt Walter's arms tighten around him as he pressed his body into his. He looked at him and smiled into his handsome face, and then realized he couldn't see him. He kissed him again and pushed his tongue into his mouth, the fires of desire burning in him. Walter raised his hand and ran it across Roan's face as though he was seeing him with his hand. Roan just stood and let the hand explore the contours of his face. Then he reached around, undid his clerical garment and let it fall to the floor, revealing Walter's naked body. Roan stepped back to look at him and smiled again as he took in the beauty of this blind youth. He stood a little over 5'10'', was pale in complexion, with golden blonde hair and thick blonde eyebrows. He had a mustache, which was neatly trimmed and dimples in his cheeks. Roan looked down at his body and noted his thin but ample build. His chest was broad, his stomach flat and his dick was huge. Roan looked at it and whistled.
"Where did you get that pole, Walter?" Walter laughed.
"I don't know, Roan, just grew it I guess."
Roan reached out and grasped the big prick, amazed at its length and its girth. He stepped back and removed his clothes and then pulled Walter to him again. Their lips met and their tongues danced as their bodies began grinding together. Roan was on fire with desire for this blind youth. His hands reached around and grasped Walter's firm buns. They felt just right in his hands and he fondled them even as Walter's hands found his and began caressing him.
"Take me, Walter, take me, please."
"Yes, I want that."
Roan was glad he had thought to bring his leather pouch with him when he left the castle. He reached for it and pulled out a little vial of unguent that he carried with him for just such times. He used it to generously lubricate the massive prick that he wanted so badly, then he lay down on his back on the bed, lifted his legs and lubricated his ass. He reached and pulled Walter down on him and held him tightly. His hand moved down between their bodies, grasping the long rod, and placing it against his hole. When it was in place Walter began pushing. He knew he was big and he pushed slowly, letting his cock ease into the tight passage and move down at a measured pace. Roan's ass channel was widened by the invading prong and he sighed as he relaxed to accept it. When he felt Walter's pubes against his ass he knew he had all of him.
"Oh God, you're big, Walter, so big."
"Roan, nobody has ever let me do this before. You're so tight and hot. Oh God!"
Roan squeezed his ass muscles and Walter groaned deeply. He pulled out and then pushed in slowly, afraid to move too quickly or to push too hard.
"Walter, fuck me, I can take it. I want this!" Roan squeezed him again and lifted his ass. Walter pulled back and then pushed in much quicker than before. He began thrusting in and out at a regular pace, savoring the heat and the constriction of the muscular sheath. The huge cock was plowing and filling Roan in a way he had never been filled before. Walter was now lifting his hips and slamming them back fiercely, his cock was touching the inner depths of Roan's being and giving him an awesome fuck. Roan's moans filled the little room as the huge cock brushed past his sex muscle and pushed it over and over. Walter rose up, pushed Roan's legs far apart and plowed into his widened hole. He threw back his head and began to emit a low moan that kept rising in intensity as his dick throbbed in the fleshly tunnel.
"Oh my God, yesssssssssssssssss! Roannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
"Yes, Walterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, shittttttttttttttt!"
Walter and Roan came together, both crying out in their intense passion. Walter's body shook as his dick kept spewing forth its load into the hot ass. Roan squeezed Walter tightly and shuddered when his orgasm came. Both men gave forth torrents of thick white jism, crying out as it came.
"That was the best, Roan, I'll never forget you. They say you are handsome, I can't see that, but I know you are a lover beyond all others." Walter kissed him and rose from the bed.
"I will be back to see you again, Walter, you are very special." Roan kissed him as he helped him dress. Then he found Harold, his special friend, and left him in his care.
It was almost midday when Roan got back to Claxton Castle. It was very quiet and Roan figured the men were still sleeping off the rigors of the day before. He was right, except for Diego, Louis, Caxton and Peter. Peter, the teenager who was going to be a monk, was the center of a orgy that was taking place in a little room right off the kitchen. The room was usually used as a bathing place and had a huge tub in it. The tub had been filled with water and the four men were in it, but they weren't bathing. As Roan was riding up to the drawbridge, Louis was pushing his hard cock into Peter's rounded ass while Caxton was receiving Diego's thick prick. They had already changed places once and would probably do so again. The quartet humped and pounded each other with abandonment, enjoying the thrill of mansex that they knew and loved so much. Roan, who went into the kitchen to find some food, heard them and peeked around the corner at them. He thought about joining them, then felt his sore ass and decided to pass this one up. He got a huge piece of beef, crept upstairs and fell into bed.
When he awoke an hour later, he immediately sought out John, Earl of Claxton. He found him and informed him that he was ready to go to the robber's lair. John readily assented and, after stopping to get Caxton and Peter, they set out. The four met no one as they approached the manor house that DeQuisbeery had used as his headquarters. There was no guard and no one seemed to be about. They rode up to the front door, dismounted and entered. It did not take long for them to find the library. Roan looked until he found the volume with the red binding and removed it from the shelf. As Walter had said, there was a spring behind it. He pulled it and the entire bookcase started to move, opening as a door. The four men slipped in behind the case and stood in astonishment. The room was large and filled with all kinds of booty - articles of gold, silver, money in cases, chest, jars and other containers. It was a veritible treasure trove. No one said anything, they just looked in awe. Finally Caxton stepped forward and picked up a gold plate and handed it to Roan.
"No, my friend, not me."
"Who, then, Roan?" John looked at him and smiled.
"Not me, sir, not me."
"I think the vast majority should go to you, my son. You organized and carried out this encounter."
"Yes, it should be you or at least you should get the lion's share." Peter agreed with the others.
Roan moved into the center of the room, looked at the other three and then bowed his head. They saw a tear fall from his face.
"I'm just a peasant's son, I never wanted anything, but to be a man who loved and was loved. I have that, I don't want anything else."
"This is just a beginning, Roan, just a beginning." The Earl spoke as he moved to him, putting his arms around him. "You might as well know now, I've decided to make you my heir."
"Oh, God, this can't be, you're heir, sir! Why?"
"I have no relative, distant or near that I want to leave my estate to. I like you and I feel that you can handle this estate. You will do well."
"So, my lover is to become a peer of the realm, what does that make me?" Caxton grinned as he thought of the possibilities.
"A peeress!" Peter laughed as he playfully shoved Caxton.
The end result is that the Roan got the lion's share of the booty, but each of the men who participated got a share so that they all were rewarded for their part in the liberation of the countryside.
Roan roused his hearty band the next day and set out for Farnham Castle. They were merry and exulting in the happy conclusion of their excursion. Only Roan was quiet, brooding over the change in his fortunes and wondering what was going to happen. This time the band stopped at a monastery and Roan paid handsomely for everyone's accomodation. It was an interesting place, large, amply furnished, home to many studious monks. At least they seemed studious. That night there was much going and coming between the cells and the rooms of the visitors. Roan refrained, but he released Caxton, who went off joyfully to find some bed to share and some arms to hold him.
It wasn't difficult. He had noticed a monk in the hallway staring at him when he came in. Although the monk was hooded he got a look at his green eyes and blonde mustache and knew he could identify him again if he had to. He found him coming out of vespers and walked along with him. The monk said nothing as he went straight to his little cell, opened the door and waved Caxton in. Shutting the door, the monk looked at him, smiled and then removed his vestments. Caxton also removed his clothes and they stood looking at each other. The monk, still silent, stepped forward and took Caxton in his arms, holding him closely. The monk's body was slender and wiry. He was not a worker, but his body was developed as though he spent time running or swimming. Caxton, through habit, reached down and felt his ass. His searching hands were rewarded with two rounded globes that jutted out like sweet melons. His hands ran around the quivering mounds feeling their smooth surface. He eased out of the monk's arms, turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. The monk spread his arms out as though he were on a cross and Caxton pushed up against him. His big cock pushed into the crevice between the two shapely mounds and he began kissing the monks neck. The monk pushed his ass back against the hard dick and moaned. Without a word Caxton knelt down, reached up with both hands and palmed the asscheeks. He was amazed that such a slender man could have such ample buns. He spread the cheeks and looked in at the sweet hole. The monk was looking down at Caxton, smiling. He smiled back and then put his face into the crack, letting his tongue shoot out and lick the hole. The monk groaned deeply and pushed back. Caxton's tongue moved back and forth across the hole like a puppy lapping water. He pushed it into the hole and slurped around. The monk's body was quivering as he surrendered himself to the pink invader. He reached down to his cock and began pulling on it, humping into his hand and back onto Caxton's tongue. Caxton wet his finger and pushed it into the slimy hole, inching up further into the monk's secret place, seeking the secret spot that was the source of such pleasurable feelings. He found it and began pushing against it in short jabs. The monk, who was furiously jerking his dick, cried out as his hard cock let out one volley of semen after another. The white jism hit the wall and ran down to the floor.
Caxton wasted no time. He rose up and leaned against the shaking monk. Knowing what he wanted, the monk reached around and pulled his cheeks apart. Caxton used spit to lubricate his dick and pushed it in gently. When his pubes rested against the jutting ass he reached around to hold the green-eyed monk in his grasp. He pushed in and the monk pushed back. In and out, back and forth, Caxton and the monk worked together to get the most of their short time together. The monk said nothing, just moaned deeply and worked his slender body. Caxton kept pushing his dick into the shapely ass and pulling it out. The monk was just the right height for a standing fuck and Caxton pushed up into him in long stabs that reached the depths of his being. Caxton could tell from the way the monk responded he was no novice to being fucked. His beautiful ass was shapely and talented. He worked his muscles in perfect timing with the hard cock that kept pushing into him. He leaned back just right to receive what he was getting. Caxton plowed him long and hard with powerful thrusts that kept pushing up into the narrow hole and coming back out. All the while Caxton's hand were running up and down the monk's chest, grasping his nipples and twisting them. He was kissing the monk's neck and nibbling little chunks of flesh as his dick kept thrusting into the tight place. The two men gave and took, each intent on satisfying the other.
"I'm cumming, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
They both came together, the monk for the second time and Caxton for the first.
The monk turned to look at Caxton, smiled and kissed him on the lips. Caxton returned his kiss and then reached for his clothes, but the monk pushed his hand away and pulled him back to him. For the first time that night he spoke, "Don't go, please stay."
Caxton stayed and enjoyed the monks slender body and shapely ass for the rest of the night. The monk amazed him with his power to receive and his desire to give himself to the large hard dick.
In the morning Roan gathered all his knights, bade the abbot good by and left. They arrived at Farnham Castle late in the afternoon. The welcome was tumultuous, many coming from the surrounding countryside to welcome back the Knights of the Rod. William and Bruce were pleased when they heard the report of the battle. Roan brought a parchment to William from the Earl. In it he told of all that had happened and his plans for Roan. William was pleased and immediately began to prepare Roan for the position he would attain.
Everyone settled into the routine of the castle. There was work to be done, training to be given and various other tasks that had to be completed. Roan now had a position of honor. Although still a young man he was elevated to higher responsibilities and given greater tasks to complete. His relationship with Caxton was solidified, but they both understood that they belonged to others also.
So it was that Roan go to know Diego, the knight from Seville. He was, like many Spaniards, olive in complexion with black curly hair that always seemed to long. His body, which was honed by hard work and strenuous exercise, was covered with the same black curly hair. He stood tall, at 6'1'', smiled rarely and talked seldomly. He did not seek out other men, being content to be with Louis, but with Roan he made an exception. Even before Roan was given honors, Diego had watched and desired him, but did not know how to approach him. He did not know that Roan was also watching and desiring him, and he would be the one to initiate their encounter.
Roan met him one day standing in the courtyard as though he were waiting for someone.
"Diego, how are you, my friend? You're waiting for someone?"
"No, just standing here, thinking."
"Thinking, about what?"
"What to do, where to go." Diego smiled at Roan, taking in his handsome visage.
"Well, come with me, my friend, let me show you our countryside."
Roan and Diego went to the stables, got two horses and rode off. It was late morning and Roan headed for the river, the place of so many past encounters. He led Diego along the banks of the river, speaking to him of the land and its history. It was a bright spring day and the birds were active in the woods. Every so often they saw a rabbit run across their path or a fox hiding in the tall grass. The breeze was soft and the air fragrant with the flowers that were blooming in profusion. The woods almost came down to the banks of the river and frequently they found themselves among the trees, guiding their horses between them as they rode. Then Roan began to lead him away from the river and into the woods to a place that he knew. He and Richard had discovered this place sometime ago and they thought of it as their secret trysting place. It was a haven, deep in the woods, hidden by the tall trees. Tall grass surrounded the area, but within the tall grass there was a mound with soft moss. No one walking by could see beyond the tall grass or even imagine that anyone could be inside the area. Many times he and Richard had come here, on just such a day, to give and receive the pleasure that meant so much to them. Diego followed Roan's lead, hoping that this would be his chance, his day to know this handsome man in the way he wanted to. His desire was strong and he felt his cock hardening at the thought of such an encounter. Even as he rode behind Roan he kept watching his shapely ass, sheathed in the form fitting hose, rising and falling with the motion of the horse. He followed Roan through the woods toward the tall grass and wondered why he stopped in that hidden place.
Roan dismounted, tied their horses to two trees and led Diego through the tall grass. Diego followed, puzzled at this place until he saw the tall grass give way to a flat patch of ground, covered with moss-like grass. He grinned, knowing this was his time.
"Diego, I want you. I know I should have said more, but my desire for you is strong and I hope your's for me is also."
"It is, Roan, I desire this much more than you know." Diego smiled and then started disrobing. It did not take long for the two knights to discard their clothes and to stand naked before each other. Roan looked at Diego's olive colored skin and admired it. He liked his deep tone and the curly black hair that covered him like a soft carpet. Diego's lock cock was standing straight up, pointing toward his chin and oozing with precum, he was ready.
He walked to Roan, stood before him and looked into his eyes, smiling at him. His hand reached up and ran down Roan's cheek and onto his chest, spreading across it and touching each nipple. Roan felt his hand move down to his stomach, play in his navel and then ease down to his pubes. Roan reached up and took one of Diego's nipples in his hand, twisted it and then moved to the other. He felt the Spaniard's hand grasp his cock and he sighed, leaning forward to kiss him on his cheek. With his other hand Roan reached around to cup Diego's ass and felt the round protruding balls of flesh. His hand outlined the curvaceousness of each mound and then it moved toward the valley that separated them. With a deft movement Roan's finger slipped into the crevice and sought for the portal that was hidden there. Finding it, he pushed in and listened as Diego responded with a quiet cry and then pushed his ass back to receive more of what pleasured him so. All the while Diego was stroking Roan's cock with one hand and using the other to play in his hair as he nibbled his earlobe.
Roan looked down at Diego's rod and noticed it's dark color, darker than any dick he had ever seen before. Roan usually gauged the size of man's dick by comparing it with his, any man whose dick was bigger than his was considered really big - Diego's was really big.
"Diego," Roan whispered in his ear as though he were afraid someone would hear, "I want to feel you in me."
"I want that, for you, and then I want you in me." Diego released his dick and stepped back. Roan lay down on the soft grass and looked up at his friend. He smiled as he raised his legs and brought them back so that his puckered hole was exposed to the admiring gaze of this handsome Spanish man. Diego knelt down between his legs, spit in his hand, rubbed it on his cock and positioned himself. He pushed forward and his cockhead pressed against the little hole, forcing it apart with its girth. Roan gasped as the huge cock began its entry into his body. His slimy hole opened to receive it and took each inch as it came. Diego was fascinated as he watched his dick disappear into the dark tunnel that seized him with its tightness and its heat. Roan looked down, amazed at how much of the big dick was still out, even though he had taken so much. Inch after inch eased in, filling him with its length and its girth. Roan lay his head back down on the grass, sighed in contentment and felt Diego's pubes press against his asscheeks. Diego bent over and kissed him, taking Roan's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. Roan's hand reached around and cupped Diego's desirable ass and caressed his cheeks, holding him tightly in his grip. The fucking began - thrust followed thrust as the big dick was pulled out and then pushed in again. Roan ass muscles got into rhythm with the huge prick as he squeezed and released with each thrust. Diego's body rose and fell with the motion of his cock as he slammed into the handsome youth beneath him. He sucked his tongue, moved to his earlobe and chew it, kissed him on his face, his neck, everywhere he could reach. Roan felt every thrust of the huge cock as it brushed his prostate, intensifying with each touch and leaving him almost delirious with passion. He was rolling his head back and forth as he moaned in esctasy, his body being pushed to new levels of arousal. The long prick kept up the pressure, their bodies pushing and pulling against each other as their cries filled the air. The tall grass witnessed the coming together of these two virile men, each intent on giving each other an experience such as they had never had before. On and on it went. Diego fucked Roan with a passion that seemed to have no end. The huge cock kept flowing into the narrow passage, filling it and then almost emptying it as it was pulled back. Time had no meaning and desire seemed to have no end as Roan received the massive member into his body and thrilled at its feel and its vigor. When he could hold it back no longer, Diego's cock exploded in Roan with a power that was frightening in its intensity. Wave after wave of jism bounced onto the walls of the narrow tunnel. His body shook like a leaf in the wind as the power of his orgasm gripped it. Roan came also, releasing streams of white juice as he cried and shuddered in Diego's strong arms.
"I have wanted you for so long. It was worth the wait, my handsome one." Diego kissed Roan gently and rolled off his body, laying in the soft grass.
"You are awesome, now I know why Louis keeps you to himself." Roan grinned as he ran a hand across Diego's chest.
The two just lay there in the afternoon sun, enjoying each other's presence. Birds flew overhead, but they were not aware of them as they fondled and touched each other. Some touches were erotic, some were just caring, but they all were part of their bonding as lovers and friends. Later, Diego lay on his stomach, letting Roan make love to his shapely ass with his tongue. Roan licked all around his globe-like mounds, then he spread them and put his tongue into the little hole. After tonguing him, he eased his big dick into Diego's tight hole and fucked him long and hard. He lay on him and plowed into him with a passion that was intense. Diego adjusted his body so that he rose and fell with Roan and they flowed as one in the reality of their joining. The long cock was the point of union for these two lovers who could not seem to get enough of each other.
Roan and Diego rode back to the castle on the same horse, Diego holding Roan tightly around his waist. They caused quite a stir as they rode into the courtyard, everyone stopping to observe this handsome pair who had not been seen together before. No one said a word, but everyone gaped. The silence was broken by Louis, who burst out of the castle door, sword in hand, face red and voice loud,
"You think you can have everyone, don't you." He ran up to the two brandishing his sword.
"I wanted him, Louis, just as I want you." Diego jumped down from the horse and interposed himself between Louis and Roan.
"You cannot have me and him!" Louis was red with anger and shaking as he confronted his lover.
"You have had others, I was with you when you had Caxton and Peter. How dare you?" Diego was standing close to Louis, their faces only inches apart.
"That's different, not him!"
"What's the difference? I don't understand. I've never seen you like this!"
"I'm sorry, Louis. I didn't mean to take Diego away from you or anything. I just wanted to share myself with him. That's what I understood it meant to be a Knight of the Rod, we belong to each other." Roan had dismounted and was standing next to Louis.
"We do, but you, you're so handsome and desirable and I feel as though I can't compete." Louis' eyes had teared up as he looked at Roan and then at Diego.
"Compete? What are you talking about? I love you, Louis. Nobody means as much to me as you do. Are you crazy? You don't have to compete with anyone, no one even comes close to you." Diego stood in front of Louis. He put his arms around him and slowly began to walk him toward the castle. As he went he turned to Roan, "Never mind, I'll take care of this."