A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.



Having completed her bathing and clothes washing, she swiftly had changed and headed on in to dry off by the future fire. The leftover trout had been mixed in a fish soup with some vegetables. Once breakfast had finished, the two of them had decided to go fishing again.



For the moment, the light rainfall had stopped, but there was wind in its place. Unfortunately, it wasn't the most gentlest of winds either. (F/n) wished that she still had her traveling pants so that she didn't have to worry about the dress skirt blowing around. It gave Will an unfair advantage in their fishing competition because one of her hands constantly had to push her skirt back down.



Even when she resorted to sitting on the rocks, her skirt was still not cooperating. Frankly, she also had the urge to knock Will straight into the water for all of his quiet chuckling. She ignored him, however, as she focused now on her skirt. Resting her feet over the rod's end, she secured the pole while she worked on wrapping the dress skirt tightly around her legs. It appeared as though she were trying to create a mermaid tail with fabric.



Satisfied, she held onto the rod again with her hands. Today, she was even more determined to beat Will at fishing. Unlike yesterday, they had placed bets. If she were to win, he would tell her more about his past, but if he won, he would pick out her outfit and take her on an evening stroll. It sounded suspicious no doubt. When she had given him a questioning gaze, he had merely stated that he wished to show her something spectacular. That answer didn't aid her nerves in the slightest.



To ensure that she lived to see another day, she would do her best to win this battle between the two of them. Neither of them had caught anything yet, though. The fight of patience nearly got to her on several instances, and she almost stormed off in frustration. Her life was on the line, but the fish refused to come.



A pout remained on her face until something tugged on the pole. Excitement raced through her veins and to her eyes. (F/n) jumped to her feet and positioned herself for the catch. While she paid attention to her own soon to be catch, a fish bit at Will's hook. Within moments of each other, they both caught one. Her joy dissipated to learn that it was still a tie.



They both unhooked the fish and dropped them in the bucket before they grabbed more bait for themselves. As they looked back to the water, the fierce fight continued. Waiting for the next fish, she could picture that familiar gleam in Will's eyes when they had placed the bets. He had something horrid planned for her, and it wasn't just the fact that he might be able to put her in more revealing attire.



The day wore on, and only one more fish had been caught. Unluckily for her, it was Will who caught it. Thankfully, the wind had settled down, but large storm clouds were forming overhead. If Will were to win, she doubted that he would postpone his winnings for rain.



Thunder sounded, but she remained seated on the rocks. A storm wouldn't stop her either. (F/n) bit the left side of her bottom lip in frustration and concentration. Her hardened gaze probably wouldn't tempt fish to come closer. If anything, it might scare them away, but she didn't desire to lose. This was far too important for that.



With his hair untied, it hid the side view of his face. Will couldn't keep a grin off his lips. If her luck remained the way it currently was, he would win. He would finally be able to get her in a full outfit that he fancied, and he had the perfect one in mind. She would look splendid in it, though; he would have to provide her with a blanket on their trip into the mountains some.



As the day passed on, his grin widened. Several times he almost let out an insane chuckle. The wait was infuriating, but he would give her until dusk. Rain started to fall on them while the thunder continued. Wind picked up once more, being more violent this time around. Despite all of this, she stayed seated until she jumped onto her feet suddenly.



Her dress skirt blew forward, but she didn't bother with it. Against the rough wind, she stepped back as she pulled on the rod to get the fish out. With a final tug, she flung the fish out and caught it before it went flying back into the water. Nearly, she lost her balance but regained it in time. "Looks like we're back at a tie," she stated cheerily.



An impressed smile found its way onto his lips. While holding onto the pole, he clapped a bit. "Well done, Bluebell. That was most stunning. With how you were treating your dress skirt earlier, I thought that your attention would've been more on that."



Dropping the fish into the bucket, she smirked. "Like I'm going to let a piece of cloth interfere with me beating you." She faced away from him and seated herself once more, but she did wrap the skirt around her legs like before. He supposed that he couldn't settle in victory yet. His grin maintained itself, though, as he faced the water himself. A challenge was always fun, and he would be sure to overcome this one.



Despite the rain picking up in intensity, the two of them remained outside. Wind blew hair into both of their faces, but neither let it bother them. Dusk would be upon them soon, and they didn't desire a tie. With the last beams of sunlight managing to break through some of the clouds, fish became a frequently spoken word along with cursing from both parties.



There was a loud cheer from one of them, though. A fish was ripped from the water and was unhooked before it was placed in the bucket. Outwardly, a sigh left the loser's lips, but they congratulated the winner regardless. Inwardly, they were terrified.



"We should head inside. We're both drenched. Besides, I want to take you on this evening walk as soon as possible. I think that you'll enjoy it," Will voiced as he took her fishing rod from her. She merely gave him a skeptical look before walking ahead of him. The temptation to run was strong, but if she made for an escape, all of her previous efforts would be for nothing.



Reminding herself of her end goal for this journey, she went inside the cabin and waited for him. She started up the fire and sat on the floor to warm up. Personally, she didn't wish to sit on a wet chair during dinner. When Will came back inside, he set the bucket of fish on the countertop before he motioned for her to follow him into the bedroom. Reluctantly, she did so.



Crossing her arms over her chest, she scowled at the clothes that he was choosing for her. He set them on the bed before he headed to leave the room. "I'll get dinner started unless you want to change together." As heat touched her cheeks, she picked up the pillow in the room and tossed it his way. He dodged before he closed the door after him.



A grumble left her lips as she went over to the pillow and set it back on the bed. Her (e/c) eyes glanced down to the pile of clothes. Warm clothes did sound nice, but those looked like poison. She directed her gaze to the window, wanting to open it and run away. The urge to bolt out of the cabin kept coming back.



Clenching her fists, she told herself to remain strong. He might not try anything at this place. That seemed like a massive lie to herself, though. If she didn't get changed soon, however, he might come into the room to make sure that she fulfilled her end of the bargain. With immense dislike, she undressed herself and draped her old clothes over the back of the desk chair.



Nearly, she tore the dry clothes to shreds, but she took a deep breath and exhaled. After a couple more minutes of inward struggle, she slipped on the revealing underclothes before she put on the light pink and white dress. Once it was tied up, she tried to pull the off-shoulder dress up more, but it remained in place. Grabbing a blanket, she wrapped it around her shoulders and held it to her chest, which was much too exposed for her liking. She kept her boots on, figuring that they would dry quickly enough by the fire.



Leaving the bedroom and stepping into the kitchen area, she went immediately for her chair before she wrapped the blanket tighter around her. Will turned around and wore an amused smile. "Well, I was going to grab you a blanket for the walk outside, but it looks like you beat me to it. Won't you let me see you without the blanket, though? I'm sure that the dress looks lovely on you."



"You're not charming this blanket off of me," she grumbled, clutching it in an even stronger grip. "So, why don't you go change? I thought that you wanted to go on this walk sooner rather than later."



"Yes, you're right. Dinner will be ready soon after I'm done." He walked away from the preparation area and into the bedroom. Once the door was closed, (f/n) relaxed a bit until her eyes fell upon the dress's skirt. This dress would be even more awful if it continued to rain outside. The skirt would become see-through, and her undergarments didn't offer much coverage.



If Tarhuinn learned of the bet that she made with Will and that she had to wear this dress for him, he would go into frenzy. He would attack Will on sight if he hadn't planned to do so already. Knowing her husband, though, he would most likely wrap one of their cloaks around her for proper coverage. After this night, she would hopefully see him soon.