Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
"I might be, but just because I am english doesn't me that I am an enemy. I have helped a lot of people just in this city."
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Koto
You got to let your dark side shine occasionally.
"Why should I take your word?" She asked. "The English has lied in the past." She told him.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
"Yes they might have lied in the past, but stand in front of you as a man who is true to his word." He said.
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Adelisa stood there silently, not knowing whether to interrupt their conversation or stand there without a word.
"What is going on out here?"
A man's voice appeared suddenly, making the princess glance up immediately. Her brother stood there, a small golden crown atop his head and his fingers resting on the hilt of his sword. He did not look angry. No. But his burning blue gaze was curious of the situation going on in front of him. He must have heard the commotion from inside.
"And who is this, Adelisa?" The King asked, taking a few steps closer to inspect the unknown man next to her. When Leon was close enough, his eyes widened with surprise and a hint of anger. Adelisa took a step forward, prepared to say something, but her brother leaped to it.
"Gregory... The son of the King and Queen of England."
Adelisa knew her brother would be mature about this. Leon was not the type to lash out suddenly without knowing the situation first. The king's anger diminished, and he stood there almost confused.
"You were the last person I thought I would see today," Leon chuckled quietly, glancing over to his younger sister and flashing her a small reassuring smirk. Adelisa, who had been a bit tense before, was now completely relaxed.
"I assume my sister has brought you here for a good reason. Would you like to speak in private?"
"What is going on out here?"
A man's voice appeared suddenly, making the princess glance up immediately. Her brother stood there, a small golden crown atop his head and his fingers resting on the hilt of his sword. He did not look angry. No. But his burning blue gaze was curious of the situation going on in front of him. He must have heard the commotion from inside.
"And who is this, Adelisa?" The King asked, taking a few steps closer to inspect the unknown man next to her. When Leon was close enough, his eyes widened with surprise and a hint of anger. Adelisa took a step forward, prepared to say something, but her brother leaped to it.
"Gregory... The son of the King and Queen of England."
Adelisa knew her brother would be mature about this. Leon was not the type to lash out suddenly without knowing the situation first. The king's anger diminished, and he stood there almost confused.
"You were the last person I thought I would see today," Leon chuckled quietly, glancing over to his younger sister and flashing her a small reassuring smirk. Adelisa, who had been a bit tense before, was now completely relaxed.
"I assume my sister has brought you here for a good reason. Would you like to speak in private?"
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Koto
You got to let your dark side shine occasionally.
Amalie watched as the King took the situation with kindness. Throughout German history, You don't be to king to the enemy. That is why Germany has been feared for centuries. No body liked going to war with Germany either because Germany has been known to have the best Army in the world. And with France as an Ally, they are nearly unstoppable.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Gregory knelt before the king. It was customary to knee before the king. "Some people can surprise you." He said standing up from kneeling. "Yes, I would like to talk in private. It is something I think that would be beneficial to both of our kingdoms." He still had the bag. "It's about the war."
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The king's dark eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. He seemed to be in deep thought for a moment or two, before nodding towards the prince.
"Come. We will talk in the throne room." Leon said calmly, lifting a hand and motioning for Greg to follow. Before Greg left, Adelisa gently took the bag from his grasp, and flashed him a reassuring smile as he swiveled to look at her.
"Goodbye, monsieur. I hope I may see you again." The beautiful woman bowed deeply, before standing up and leading Amalie towards the back of the castle. The bag swayed gently in her grasp.
The king's dark red cape dragged on the floor with each footstep down the long corridor. The French king did not say a word as they wandered further into the castle, the throne room inching closer and closer in front of them. He passed two guards in white and gold-rimmed armor, flashing them a knowing look before entering. When Greg was completely inside, the guards shut the doors behind him with a loud SLAM.
"Sit." Leon nodded towards a chair at the end of of his desk. Reaching back, he untied his cape from around his neck, and hung it on a rack as Greg sat down. The throne room was extremely large: the ceilings were the highest as they could possibly be, white marble pillars, an open view of a bright green forest just outside, and lastly, the magnificent throne itself. Two chairs sat there, both sides being occupied by a torched flame. A red velvet carpet with gold designs directed the way to the throne, along with beautiful custom patterns engraved in the walls. To the side, sat a sleek wooden desk with two identical marble statues depicting a deity behind it. A wax candle sat atop it, along with scrolls, an ink bottle, and a quill.
Settling himself into his chair, Leon leaned back and rested his arms on the armrests.
"Now, let us continue our conversation from earlier, shall we?"
"Come. We will talk in the throne room." Leon said calmly, lifting a hand and motioning for Greg to follow. Before Greg left, Adelisa gently took the bag from his grasp, and flashed him a reassuring smile as he swiveled to look at her.
"Goodbye, monsieur. I hope I may see you again." The beautiful woman bowed deeply, before standing up and leading Amalie towards the back of the castle. The bag swayed gently in her grasp.
The king's dark red cape dragged on the floor with each footstep down the long corridor. The French king did not say a word as they wandered further into the castle, the throne room inching closer and closer in front of them. He passed two guards in white and gold-rimmed armor, flashing them a knowing look before entering. When Greg was completely inside, the guards shut the doors behind him with a loud SLAM.
"Sit." Leon nodded towards a chair at the end of of his desk. Reaching back, he untied his cape from around his neck, and hung it on a rack as Greg sat down. The throne room was extremely large: the ceilings were the highest as they could possibly be, white marble pillars, an open view of a bright green forest just outside, and lastly, the magnificent throne itself. Two chairs sat there, both sides being occupied by a torched flame. A red velvet carpet with gold designs directed the way to the throne, along with beautiful custom patterns engraved in the walls. To the side, sat a sleek wooden desk with two identical marble statues depicting a deity behind it. A wax candle sat atop it, along with scrolls, an ink bottle, and a quill.
Settling himself into his chair, Leon leaned back and rested his arms on the armrests.
"Now, let us continue our conversation from earlier, shall we?"
Dak
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"As you wish, your majesty." He said taking a seat. "You see, both our countrymen are dying. As a king you wish to see the safety of your people... well my father has lost all of his feeling towards his people. He doesn't care about how many men he loses to take your kingdom." He noted everything in the room. "I seek peace with france so that both our kingdoms may prosper... We are fighting on your land so we have a disadvantage, but we have a stronger Navy so we can hold the beach head." Gregory leaned back.
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The French king listened carefully to Greg's words, nodding here and there as he spoke. A soft gust of wind sped through the castle, blowing the crimson curtains wildly in the throne room.
"I agree with you, monsieur. Lives are being taken every minute because of this war. But, I hope you understand, without a proper meeting with you're father, a peaceful resolution is very unlikely. You spoke of your father losing his faith in his people... I'm wondering how they feel about this. To see their rulers act so selfishly. Perhaps they do not support what your father does. Have you ever thought of speaking with them? As a prince, you have the privilege of directing the people when the king and queen do not. Perhaps, if the people turn against the king, your father will begin to rethink things a bit." He leaned forward slightly in his chair, and smirked.
"Besides, what's a king without his people, yeah?"
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Adelisa sat in the garden, running her fingertips over the soft red petal of a tulip. The moon shone through darkened clouds, just a few milky rays managing to slip through. She watched as a raindrop bounced off the flower, rolling down like a tear. The princess looked up to the sky and listened to the booming thunder that began to approach.
A storm... I thought it had passed by now. She thought curiously. The rain began to pour, drenching her hair in seconds and everything around her. She seemed to be the only one in the garden now. Everyone had ran inside to avoid the rain. Sighing, the princess stood up, padding towards the middle of the courtyard. The courtyard was dark, except for a few burning lamps along the cement and the lights illuminating the large fountain. An eerie rustle of a bush echoed behind her, and she whipped around. It stopped. She assumed it was an animal, and continued weaving around flower patches.
Then she heard it. The soft whistle of an arrow being released. A gasp of air escaped her lips as a sharp pain radiated through her back. The princess fell to the wet grass, her knees beginning to buckle. Black swirled into her vision, concealing the hooded figure she caught a glimpse of. She felt a rough hand grip her arm before the poison in her veins consumed her.
"I agree with you, monsieur. Lives are being taken every minute because of this war. But, I hope you understand, without a proper meeting with you're father, a peaceful resolution is very unlikely. You spoke of your father losing his faith in his people... I'm wondering how they feel about this. To see their rulers act so selfishly. Perhaps they do not support what your father does. Have you ever thought of speaking with them? As a prince, you have the privilege of directing the people when the king and queen do not. Perhaps, if the people turn against the king, your father will begin to rethink things a bit." He leaned forward slightly in his chair, and smirked.
"Besides, what's a king without his people, yeah?"
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Adelisa sat in the garden, running her fingertips over the soft red petal of a tulip. The moon shone through darkened clouds, just a few milky rays managing to slip through. She watched as a raindrop bounced off the flower, rolling down like a tear. The princess looked up to the sky and listened to the booming thunder that began to approach.
A storm... I thought it had passed by now. She thought curiously. The rain began to pour, drenching her hair in seconds and everything around her. She seemed to be the only one in the garden now. Everyone had ran inside to avoid the rain. Sighing, the princess stood up, padding towards the middle of the courtyard. The courtyard was dark, except for a few burning lamps along the cement and the lights illuminating the large fountain. An eerie rustle of a bush echoed behind her, and she whipped around. It stopped. She assumed it was an animal, and continued weaving around flower patches.
Then she heard it. The soft whistle of an arrow being released. A gasp of air escaped her lips as a sharp pain radiated through her back. The princess fell to the wet grass, her knees beginning to buckle. Black swirled into her vision, concealing the hooded figure she caught a glimpse of. She felt a rough hand grip her arm before the poison in her veins consumed her.
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Dak
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Gregory contemplated on what the king had said. "You're a very wise man your majesty." A thought ran to his head. It was something that Greg hated to say. "I know that I should not be saying this... To speak ill of one's father isn't right,but I see this as the way for this to work, is by over throwing my father. I can't see any other way." Greg wouldn't want to harm his father, but he can't control the crowds.
Greg heard a faint wailing. It wasn't the wind, but a woman shrieking. "My lord. I fear your castle is under attack." His mind began to run from one place to another, till it arrived at one thought. "Adelisa?"
Greg heard a faint wailing. It wasn't the wind, but a woman shrieking. "My lord. I fear your castle is under attack." His mind began to run from one place to another, till it arrived at one thought. "Adelisa?"
Koto
You got to let your dark side shine occasionally.
Amalie had walked into the Garden just as the assassin had attacked. She left her sword inside the castle. "Adelisa!" Amalie shouted. She then ran at the assassin trying to punch him. But the assassin was quick on his feet. She missed and the Assassin stabbed her in the back. He covered Amalie's mouth so she couldn't scream. She as well felt the poison. Apparently, This assassin isn't new at this cause he poisoned each of his blades. Being the medieval times. The only way to survive a poison attack is if there body fought it well. The assassin then threw Amalie on the ground and ran off.
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As Amalie began to fall unconscious, he swooped Adelisa over his shoulder effortlessly and sped off faster then he had come. The assassin seemed to know the castle's grounds well, and took a back-way that lead almost straight outside. The guards began yelling frantically in the distance, their heavy footsteps echoing down the hallways. The assassin, now perched on an open window, looked back before diving straight off. It was a large height, but it didn't seem to bother him. Bursting into a sprint with Adelisa still on his shoulder, he disappeared into a nearby forest. He continued to run, weaving through trees and leaping over rocks, until a dark grey horse came into view.
Sliding Adelisa into the front on her stomach, he tied her hands and feet with ropes before jumping onto the saddle. Kicking the horse's sides, they sped off through a hidden trail, the rain washing away their footprints behind them.
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"My lord. I fear your castle is under attack."
The king immediately stood up out of his chair at the sound of the shriek. He could recognize Adelisa's tone of voice from a mile away. That had surely been her. His face became serious and all thoughts of the war vanished from his mind. Opening his mouth to call for the guards, he heard them burst through the door. Walking towards them quickly, the king looked frantically at the men in front of him.
"Someone attacked Amalie out in the garden. We found her lying on the ground with a knife in her back." One of them said, raindrops rolling down his armor and to the floor.
"And Adelisa?" Leon demanded.
The guard shook his head.
"She's missing, your majesty."
His expression suddenly became very alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Gather all guards and search the grounds." He said, his voice booming. The guards nodded and quickly sped out the door. There was a hurry of soft footsteps coming towards the throne room. Soon enough, the queen stood next to Leon, looking very worried and confused.
"What is going on?" She asked, a maid stepping in behind her. The king's expression became grave, and he glanced over to Greg, then to Eloise.
"Someone has kidnapped, Adelisa."
Sliding Adelisa into the front on her stomach, he tied her hands and feet with ropes before jumping onto the saddle. Kicking the horse's sides, they sped off through a hidden trail, the rain washing away their footprints behind them.
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"My lord. I fear your castle is under attack."
The king immediately stood up out of his chair at the sound of the shriek. He could recognize Adelisa's tone of voice from a mile away. That had surely been her. His face became serious and all thoughts of the war vanished from his mind. Opening his mouth to call for the guards, he heard them burst through the door. Walking towards them quickly, the king looked frantically at the men in front of him.
"Someone attacked Amalie out in the garden. We found her lying on the ground with a knife in her back." One of them said, raindrops rolling down his armor and to the floor.
"And Adelisa?" Leon demanded.
The guard shook his head.
"She's missing, your majesty."
His expression suddenly became very alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Gather all guards and search the grounds." He said, his voice booming. The guards nodded and quickly sped out the door. There was a hurry of soft footsteps coming towards the throne room. Soon enough, the queen stood next to Leon, looking very worried and confused.
"What is going on?" She asked, a maid stepping in behind her. The king's expression became grave, and he glanced over to Greg, then to Eloise.
"Someone has kidnapped, Adelisa."
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"My lord." Greg said standing up. "Your sister has been so kind to me as to get me this meeting with you... I wish to repay the favor. Let me help find her. It is the least I can do." He said. Greg was the kind of person that wouldn't want to leave a debt to anyone. He would, in one way or another, repay the kindness of others. "I have spent a few years in your country so I have some lay of the land."
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The king and queen looked over to Greg, their expressions both softening slightly at his words. The queen stepped forward, tears welling in her eyes. She somehow managed to keep her strong composure, even though tears began to fall down her pale cheeks.
"You are a kind man. To see someone so willing in a time like this, brings warmth to my heart. Come. We will equip you with the things you need." The queen's voice was light and caring, as she began to lead him away. The king seemed to leave this up to his wife, but continued to follow them out. The storm outside thundered loudly, forks of lightning flashing across the sky. The maids began to shut all the windows as the king and queen passed, locking the cold air out.
A woman appeared in front of them, running out of the entrance of her bedroom and towards them.
"Is it true? Has my daughter been taken by an assassin?" Adelisa's mother asked desperately. Leon nodded, watching his mother's facial expression break like a china doll.
"Do not worry mother... Let Ambre take you back to your room. I have this under control."
The king watched as his mother nodded, and the maid behind her gently took her away. He followed his wife into the armory, where she began to equip Greg with a large amount of arrows for his bow. Leon began wandering towards a sword in the back, stretching his arms and lifting it away from its place. Turning towards Greg, he presented it to him with a smile.
"Take this. It is mine, but I want you to have it." He said, not seeming to be giving Greg a choice. The sword was very beautiful indeed. The hilt was gold tinted with an emerald on the end, and the metal was sleek and polished. It glistened in the light, the tip well sharpened.
"Now go. We mustn't waste anymore time. There is a horse waiting outside. One of my knights will escort you out." And with those words, a knight appeared at the door, motioning for Greg to follow.
"Good luck, monsieur. We will be waiting." The queen called, the tears now dried on her cheeks as she watched him leave.
A speckled horse waited out front, the reigns and saddle already in place. The knight bowed towards the prince, and retreated back inside.
"You are a kind man. To see someone so willing in a time like this, brings warmth to my heart. Come. We will equip you with the things you need." The queen's voice was light and caring, as she began to lead him away. The king seemed to leave this up to his wife, but continued to follow them out. The storm outside thundered loudly, forks of lightning flashing across the sky. The maids began to shut all the windows as the king and queen passed, locking the cold air out.
A woman appeared in front of them, running out of the entrance of her bedroom and towards them.
"Is it true? Has my daughter been taken by an assassin?" Adelisa's mother asked desperately. Leon nodded, watching his mother's facial expression break like a china doll.
"Do not worry mother... Let Ambre take you back to your room. I have this under control."
The king watched as his mother nodded, and the maid behind her gently took her away. He followed his wife into the armory, where she began to equip Greg with a large amount of arrows for his bow. Leon began wandering towards a sword in the back, stretching his arms and lifting it away from its place. Turning towards Greg, he presented it to him with a smile.
"Take this. It is mine, but I want you to have it." He said, not seeming to be giving Greg a choice. The sword was very beautiful indeed. The hilt was gold tinted with an emerald on the end, and the metal was sleek and polished. It glistened in the light, the tip well sharpened.
"Now go. We mustn't waste anymore time. There is a horse waiting outside. One of my knights will escort you out." And with those words, a knight appeared at the door, motioning for Greg to follow.
"Good luck, monsieur. We will be waiting." The queen called, the tears now dried on her cheeks as she watched him leave.
A speckled horse waited out front, the reigns and saddle already in place. The knight bowed towards the prince, and retreated back inside.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Greg nodded. "As you wish." He said taking the sword. He tied the sheathe to his belt. He knew how to fight with a sword. He wasn't as good with it, but he could fight with it. "I will try and make haste. I don't know how long it will take before I return. But I promise I will return with her." He said before turning away from them to walk out the door.
He walked out to see the horse. He still had his leather armor on under the chestplate that he grabbed from the armory, as well as some metal greaves. He still had his hood, which was drawn so he could see a little better. He got on the horse and spurred it. He didn't know how far this guy was but he needed to most likely make up lost time. "... I promise I will return with her..." His promise still ringing in his ear.
He walked out to see the horse. He still had his leather armor on under the chestplate that he grabbed from the armory, as well as some metal greaves. He still had his hood, which was drawn so he could see a little better. He got on the horse and spurred it. He didn't know how far this guy was but he needed to most likely make up lost time. "... I promise I will return with her..." His promise still ringing in his ear.
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The assassin's horse galloped steadily through the forest, the wet mud splattering behind them. Whipping the reigns, the assassin pushed the grey horse to a faster speed, weaving around a large boulder that stood in the way. After running for an hour or two, what looked like a camp began to come into view. Knights and soldiers in heavy armor wandered through the camp, long swords attached to their belts. Now in front of the camp, the assassin slipped off of the saddle, tying the horse to a post. He swung the princess over his shoulder once again, and began walking towards a tent that was quite larger then the others.
"Do you have the princess?" A deep, booming voice asked the assassin. The tent was only illuminated by a small lamp hanging on a hook. The assassin nodded, removing his hood and slamming the princess onto the table like an animal. Three clawed scars ran down his face, and one of his eyes was clouded from blindness.
"Yes. The French know of her absence. I suggest you leave in the morning." The assassin muttered, catching a bag of gold coins that was flung at him. The bag jingled loudly as he pocketed it.
"Very good. Your services are dismissed." The man who spoke had a strong English accent. Flipping the hood over his head, the assassin leaped onto his horse and sped off into the dead of night.
Leaning forward, the man smirked wickedly at the unconscious princess, running a rough finger over her smooth face. He grasped the poisoned arrow that still pierced her shoulder, and yanked it out. Blood seeped onto the table. He grinned as if this amused him.
Outside, the rain continued to pour heavily.
"Do you have the princess?" A deep, booming voice asked the assassin. The tent was only illuminated by a small lamp hanging on a hook. The assassin nodded, removing his hood and slamming the princess onto the table like an animal. Three clawed scars ran down his face, and one of his eyes was clouded from blindness.
"Yes. The French know of her absence. I suggest you leave in the morning." The assassin muttered, catching a bag of gold coins that was flung at him. The bag jingled loudly as he pocketed it.
"Very good. Your services are dismissed." The man who spoke had a strong English accent. Flipping the hood over his head, the assassin leaped onto his horse and sped off into the dead of night.
Leaning forward, the man smirked wickedly at the unconscious princess, running a rough finger over her smooth face. He grasped the poisoned arrow that still pierced her shoulder, and yanked it out. Blood seeped onto the table. He grinned as if this amused him.
Outside, the rain continued to pour heavily.
Dak
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There are many ways of getting in and out of Paris, Greg didn't have the time to waste going down each and every path way. He had to chance it. THe rain was still pouring down which ruined his chance of following the hoof prints of the assassin. He took one path that lead down a forest path. "If I find these bastards then I'm gonna rip them limb from limb." He said as he speed by a very large boulder.
He saw a light. Could it be, did he find where she was. He hopped off the horse that he was given. He tied her to tree so she wouldn't leave. He crept up close to them. He had his bow in hand, and nocked an arrow. "Who goes there?"
He saw a light. Could it be, did he find where she was. He hopped off the horse that he was given. He tied her to tree so she wouldn't leave. He crept up close to them. He had his bow in hand, and nocked an arrow. "Who goes there?"
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A Fluffy Bun
The man in the tent heard a strangely familiar voice. He stepped out of his tent with a sword in hand. The storm continued to thunder noisily. His dark eyes stopped on a figure just outside of the camp. The glint of an arrow was being pointed at him. Grinning, the man placed his fingers between his mouth, and let out a shrill whistle. A figure appeared silently behind the prince, wrapping a strong arm around his neck and forcing him to stand up. The unknown man behind the prince held a sword to his throat, and calmly made Greg walk forward.
"Well, well, well.... The lost prince of England. What a surprise. Don't tell me you've sided with the French. You're father won't be too happy." The captain said in a hostile tone. There was blood stains on his chest plate from Adelisa's wound.
"Well, well, well.... The lost prince of England. What a surprise. Don't tell me you've sided with the French. You're father won't be too happy." The captain said in a hostile tone. There was blood stains on his chest plate from Adelisa's wound.
Dak
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"very good." He said. "But maybe you'll remember why I left... I left because this war end up ruining our country. I came to see if I could find an end to this war." The sword against his throat. He smirked. "Oh, and next time you should be sure that your back is clear before you turn it to face." He said laughing. A branch could be heard coming from the back of the tent.
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A Fluffy Bun
The captain smirked. He knew why the prince had come. The English knight decided to manipulate the situation.
"And what have you came here for, hmm? The princess?" His wicked smile deepened as he saw the alertness on the prince's face. The knights behind the captain scouted the area, one of them guarding the larger tent. The man behind Greg pushed him onto his knees, the sword still at his neck.
"You're father has sent a bounty for every English soldier to capture this woman. You think that one little prince like yourself is going to stop us? You're mistaken. We have what you're father has requested." The captain spat, sheathing his sword and watching as the sword pressed against Greg's throat, began to draw blood.
"And what have you came here for, hmm? The princess?" His wicked smile deepened as he saw the alertness on the prince's face. The knights behind the captain scouted the area, one of them guarding the larger tent. The man behind Greg pushed him onto his knees, the sword still at his neck.
"You're father has sent a bounty for every English soldier to capture this woman. You think that one little prince like yourself is going to stop us? You're mistaken. We have what you're father has requested." The captain spat, sheathing his sword and watching as the sword pressed against Greg's throat, began to draw blood.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
A big man with a club saw the Knight scout the area. He crept up behind him and clubbed him in the head, knocking him unconscious. The man walked up to the back of the tent, not knowing what was in it. He was just a simple hunter looking for a deer and saw the english emblem on his chest. The hunter was French and hated the English.
He saw a girl laying on a table. He picked her up and put her on his shoulder, and snuck out.
Gregory's fists tightened. "Tell him I have no father." Greg had never been so angry.
He saw a girl laying on a table. He picked her up and put her on his shoulder, and snuck out.
Gregory's fists tightened. "Tell him I have no father." Greg had never been so angry.
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"Oh. But you are mistaken, prince. You have a father. He's about to destroy the French, and there's nothing you can do about it." The captain spat in his face, now taking several steps towards him. His shadow stood tall over Greg, concealing his angry expression.
"Take this traitor away. I don't care what you do with him." Was all the captain said, before an arrow swiftly lodged itself into the man's neck. The sword fell from Greg's throat, giving the prince a chance to attack.
"What the..." The captain began, before a series of shrieks echoed around him.
"Take this traitor away. I don't care what you do with him." Was all the captain said, before an arrow swiftly lodged itself into the man's neck. The sword fell from Greg's throat, giving the prince a chance to attack.
"What the..." The captain began, before a series of shrieks echoed around him.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Greg laughed. "Do you think a prince wouldn't come with out back up." He said. He actually didn't know anything about where the arrow came from. He genuinely thought that he was going to die. Greg headbutted the gut of the guy who was holding him. He pulled out the sword that the king had given. One knight lunged at him, but Greg spat the sword away, and stuck him in between the plates of armor.
The big guy took the Girl in towards the forest. He stopped at a tree and laid her down, against the tree's bark. He cut the ties that had bound her hands.
The big guy took the Girl in towards the forest. He stopped at a tree and laid her down, against the tree's bark. He cut the ties that had bound her hands.
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A Fluffy Bun
The captain prepared to attack the prince, but stopped all movement in his place. He let out a hoarse gasp, blood beginning to drip down his chin as a sword struck straight through him. The tip of a sword peeked out from his stomach slightly. Someone behind him yanked the sword back out, the captain crumpling in front of him. It was the knight that had escorted Greg to his horse.
Dead bodies lay all around the camp, except for a few stray soldiers, which the knight quickly took out. Sheathing his sword, the knight watched as Greg killed the last man standing.
"The king requested I follow you. I hope you don't mind." The knight's accent was thick, and his white armor was splattered with fresh blood. He stepped into the large tent, confusion striking him as he stared down at the table.
"She was right here a minute ago..." Worry plagued his voice as he wove around to the back of the tent. He saw the faintest shape of a footstep heading east. He frowned before motioning for Greg to follow.
Dead bodies lay all around the camp, except for a few stray soldiers, which the knight quickly took out. Sheathing his sword, the knight watched as Greg killed the last man standing.
"The king requested I follow you. I hope you don't mind." The knight's accent was thick, and his white armor was splattered with fresh blood. He stepped into the large tent, confusion striking him as he stared down at the table.
"She was right here a minute ago..." Worry plagued his voice as he wove around to the back of the tent. He saw the faintest shape of a footstep heading east. He frowned before motioning for Greg to follow.
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Greg obliged. "I did hear a few twigs break coming from out behind here."
The big man lifted the girl over his shoulder again. He was trying to be as careful as he could. He started to walk east, towards a clearing with a small log house in it. He walked in and set her down on the fur bed that was the left hand corner. The fire was lit, and there was a cauldron hanging from the a rod going through the fireplace.
The big man lifted the girl over his shoulder again. He was trying to be as careful as he could. He started to walk east, towards a clearing with a small log house in it. He walked in and set her down on the fur bed that was the left hand corner. The fire was lit, and there was a cauldron hanging from the a rod going through the fireplace.
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