I burst into the tent house, and wasn't terribly surprised at what I found. Out of respect for the woman I turned my back, though it wasn't something I hadn't walked in on countless times before, by that point. "Christian! Lauren! I have a lady visitor outside with me!"

Lauren screamed and I heard shuffling. "Christian, don't leave without talking to me first!" I waited, walking as far away as I could to give them privacy, keeping my back turned, feeling irritated. Eventually, Christian tapped me on the shoulder. Hesitating, I ventured, "Lauren is clothed?"

"Yes, sir, she’s left." I snorted.

I turned around, seeing an embarrassed Christian. "If it's just us you don't have to call me 'sir,' you ass!" I smacked him across the back of the head, and he grinned sheepishly. "If you knock her up, I'll make you marry her! What the fuck are you doing, boffing in a place you know I'm taking a visiting aristocratic woman? Well? Jackass!"

Christian shrugged, grinning. "Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, marriage isn’t the end of the world, your fucking highness. And we brought you your damned picnic, Andy. We were almost done, I mean, did you fucking gallop here, or what?"

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not the point! (Y/N)’s crazy, I had to come after her! And you still shouldn’t have done it!”

Christian laughed and made a kissy face. “Ah, I see, so clearly, she’s the one! At last, eh?" I hesitated a little too long, and Christian turned serious. "Whoa! What the Hell, Andy! Is she really?" Christian grabbed my arm, a real smile on his face, and I brushed him off.

"I don't know, I don't even know how I would be able to tell." I sighed, running my hand through my hair, frustrated. Trying to change the subject, I weakly went for, "I didn't see your horses, Christian-"

Christian looked at me like I was an idiot. "-Can you stand the thought of losing her forever? Of seeing her with another man at diplomatic functions and parties, as another man's wife? Because, if not, you have the answer to your question."

I stood there, shocked, almost numb. "Um, get out of here, man."

Christian pointed at me, smiling, as he walked out the side door. "Remember what I said. Make a move or it’s goodbye, forever! And, of very little importance, we're watering our horses by the creek, you oaf!" I nodded absently.

Now that I thought about it, since the question had been posed, I realized I found the idea completely intolerable that (Y/N)'s first kiss should go to anyone but myself. Indeed, I wanted to share her first everything. I wanted to be sure that everything for her was always sweet and good. I felt as though I'd kill any man that tried to stake a claim on her and steal her away. Who else would disturb the monotony of my life in the way she had?

It seemed I did have the answer to my question. Honestly, I was a little frightened. Developing strong, impulsive, romantic inclinations for a woman? How terrible! This wasn't really what I had planned for the afternoon at all...

Stupid Christian! All I did was disturb his coitus, and he had to turn my whole life upside down! Now I had to try and convince (Y/N) to marry me willingly and of her own accord? I didn’t want her any other way… I wasn't even sure I wanted to get married, but I couldn't stand the thought of her getting away.

How the Devil was I going to reel her in, convince her marriage was a good idea, that I was clever and kind, that the rumors of my good looks were true? Women had always flocked to me before, but (Y/N) didn't exactly seem taken by me. I'd have to try and attempt... flirtation.

Notes

Don't worry ladies- Andrew has this covered: he has a hot mom and a penis. His strategy sounds solid. ;3