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The Princess of Merria

Princess Caroline of Merria hated the title "Princess", and refused to be referred to as such. "Caroline" suited her just fine, and at this moment, she was reminding one of king's servants this as they strolled the hallway together, the servant obviously timid due to the lack of orders she was being given.


"Also, my room doesn't need to be cleaned. I'm capable of that," Caroline said, shuffling her feet along the rugged floor. "Thank you for offering."


The servant nervously nodded.


"Where's my father?"


"He's in the throne room, I believe," the maid quickly replied, "He fell asleep in his throne again last night, so he's more than likely still there:"


Caroline nodded. The king spent a strong majority of the time at his throne, unconscious or otherwise.


Very abruptly, the princess and the servant began to hear loud noises of unrest coming from the direction of the front of the castle. The walls weren't the most reliable, and any noise could be heard if you wanted to badly enough.
 
Soren sighed, running his hand through his short blond hair. Several guards lay scattered around him, all of them unconcious. They had been making a fuss, so he dealt with them in the quietest way possible. He stepped carefully over the sprawled bodies, trying not to stand on anyone. He didn't want to get his boots dirty. Or wake them up, but the former was more important to him. He walked, now unhindered, through the large, iron-wrought palace gates and up to the castle. He entered without a moments hesitation, long black coat flapping behind him.


He made his way through the halls, nobody paying him much attention. The only guard that had questioned him was now asleep, upside down, in a supply closet. Hos orders were to find the said 'Princess', and take her to the Western Stronghold, owned by the King's disgraced older brother, Lord Gerard. How he did it was completely up to him, as long as there were no 'major' injuries to the princess. Minor was fine.


Soon, he came across what appeared to be a throne room. The door was slightly ajar, and he slowly opened it, just out of curiosity, and stepped in.
 
The king had always been a very harsh sleeper, but the ruckus around him began to slowly pull him out of slumber.


An older, lazy man, he shifted in his chair as his eyes opened. Silence.


Then, the throne door opened wider than what it had been, and a younger, blonde-haired man stepped through. The king saw him as no threat, a mere peasant perhaps. He was getting a lot of those lately.


"State your buisness," the king grumbled as he fully awoke, arms crossed.


Caroline had sent the servant away to the kitchen. She crept through the hall and took a right, only to see a guard asleep in a surprising position within the confines of a supply closet, and a the back of a head as it entered the throne room.


Caroline's curiosity got the best of her, and she slowly crept behind, pressing her ear against one of the mostly closed doors after the person had gone inside, listening intently.
 
Seeing the king was awake, Soren's green eyes widened slightly as he closed the great door behind him. He quickly confirmed that the king (apart from several guards) was alone. No princess to be seen. what a disappointment. But he was unfazed; he would find her, sooner or later. It would be a piece of cake for a man with his... Special talents. He just hoped he wouldn't have to be rushed because of a lockdown concerning the unconscious guards outside and in the closet.


"State your business," he grumbled. It looked like the king had only just awoken.


His mind whirred, possibilities flashing through his mind, rather unprepared for actually having to speak to the king. But he replied with no obvious hesitation. This would definitely wake him up.


"My Lord," he said, bowing low, a smirk crossing his features. "I bring a message. A message from your dearest older brother."
 
The king's eyes widened and heart skipped a beat at the mere mentioning of his older brother. He looked down at the bowing young man with a look of contempt.


"I have nothing to hear from my brother," he bluntly stated, "Nor anyone who brings messages for the cretin. Simple as that. Now, be on your way, son. Go crawl back into that wretched hole that you and your apparent master reside in."


Caroline chewed her lower lip, listening intently. Her father had always been blunt concerning people he didn't like, especially her uncle. By the way he spoke of him to her, he didn't sound like a pleasant man. Yet, she viscously wondered what message the younger man was trying to deliver. She glanced at the guard asleep in the closet, contemplating whether she should wake him.


Not yet, she decided. She still had more to hear.
 
"I implore you, sir." he spoke, trying to hide a grin. Gerard hadn't actually given him a message to deliver, but nonetheless. It was fun. "It is very important that you hear this."


He rose from his bow as he spoke, he locked eyes with the king, something few people had the guts to do. He was prepared for an outburst, and to potentially be dragged out of the Throne room, yet maybe the king would hear him out. Maybe. But probably not. He had rather clearly stated his wishes.


Gerard sat alone at the head of the long banquet table, a goblet of wine in his hand which he swirled around, his chin resting on his other hand. He knew that Soren would be successful. He was an unpredictable man, yet he had powerful sorcery and the ability to get things done. Gerard knew that he wasn't completely trustworthy, and had his own best interests at heart instead of his master's, but still. All he had to do was wait.
 
The king, glowering from his throne, pondered the boy's words for a moment.


"No," he finally answered, examining the rings on his fingers, "That man is no interest of mine. Now, please excuse yourself from my palace, or my guards ---"


Suddenly, Caroline's impulsive nature took over, and she burst into the room, tucking her curly brown hair behind one ear.


"Good morning, your Majesty," she greeted.


"Caroline," the king replied, eyes narrowed, "Would you please leave me be? I'm clearly preoccupided."


Caroline crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "From what I heard, you seemed to be getting rid of this man before listening to what he had to say. I, for one, would put the requests of my people before my own vendettas."


"Caroline!" He bellowed, "Do not tell me how to run my kingdom!" The princess didn't flinch. She was used to her father's short temper.


The king sighed, and with gritted teeth, turned his attention back to the man. "Tell me of Gerard's message, boy. Then leave."
 
He turned to witness the exact princess he was looking for bursting into the throne room. He raised an eyebrow as they argued, arms folded across his chest, watching with amusement.


"Tell me of Gerard's message, boy. Then leave." he heard the King say. He turned back to face him, sighing.


"As you wish, sire." he said, enjoying this. "All he wished me to tell you that he was prepared to strike an important bargain with you, which could be incredibly important, and beneficial, with your kingdom and your family. It would be wise to heed his words carefully. Now, I shall take my leave, as you have requested.."


He turned, and strode towards the door.


"Princess," he acknowledged with a smirk as he passed her.
 
As the man spoke of a bargain, Caroline felt almost immediate uneasiness. She already knew that her feelings towards the man weren't comfortable, usual feelings. The way he spoke and the look in his eye suggested dubious intentions.


As he strode past her, greeting her with a simple, "Princess," a chill ran down her spine, and she knew that something was absolutely, definitely not right, if the unconscious guards had not already given that away.


Caroline locked eyes with her father, hoping that, somehow, the expression on her face could get the point across more than words could : 'Call the guards.'


The king and his daughter couldn't ever get along well, but he understood her expression. "Guards, escort this man far out of the castle."
 
He stopped and sighed, before turning around to face the two of them.


"Is that really necessary?" he said in a bored tone of voice.


The amused, almost playful spark in his eyes was gone now, and his voice had lost a considerable amount of humour. This was forcing his hand, and he didn't like to be rushed. He was planning on not having to use his power too much, but now it seemed like that wasn't going to be possible.


His volatile mood had taken a definite swing.


Soren flexed his fingers, and small sparks flew off the ends. His green eyes subtly shifted to a golden hue, then back to green again, watching both of them intently.


(I'm going to have to head off in a few minutes, not immediately, but quite soon; I'll be back sometime later today :3)
 
Caroline, alarmed, took a few steps back. The king, gruff yet slightly amused, stood up from his throne.


"So, my brother sent a bottomfeeding sorcerer to do his bidding," he muttered. "Tell me about this bargain, boy. The guards will, no doubt, be here any minute, and your response will decide whether they set you free or gut you like a fish, regardless of your magical parlor tricks."


Caroline bit her tongue, remembering the score of guards lying unconscious in the hallway. 'No they won't,' she thought, 'They won't be here.'


 
(Okay!)
 
Soren stared at the king as the room was quiet, his fingers still. But then he burst out into peals of laughter, his mirth echoing across the room.


He started taking slow, swaggering steps towards the throne, a wide grin on his feature.


"Bottom feeding? Parlour tricks? And you think that your precious 'guards' can stop me?" he said, eyes fixed on the king. "Oh, no. There are no guards. I'm afraid they aren't coming."


He came to a halt, close by the princess, yet not sparing a glance for her. His piercing gaze was focused only on the king.


"You have underestimated my powers, and insulted me." he said slowly."I'm not so inclined any more to leave peacefully."


His eyes flashed gold, and a flame sparked into life in his hand.
 
The king glared down at the sorcerer, hardly flinching. "Go ahead," he threatened, "I dare you."


Caroline looked between the sorcerer and the king, eyes wide. Her father was brave; stupidly brave, but brave all the same.


"No!" Caroline exclaimed, throwing herself between the sorcerer and the king, palms outstretched. "He doesn't dare you. Killing him isn't the way to go, sorcerer." She said, her hazel-ish eyes locked with the man's eyes in front of her.


"Please," she continued, voice low, "Just tell us what you want."
 
(I'm off now, see ya)


 
His golden, flickering eyes were riveted to the king, looking past the princess attempting to create peace. There was a not completely normal look in his eyes; it was a lot wilder, a kind of fire burning in their depths, not completely sane. His breathing was more jagged. The fire hissed and sparked. His orders had got lost in his mind along with his common sense.


"Get out of my way." he said softly to the princess, not looking at her.


"..I said get out of my way!" he yelled, the fire engulfing his hand in a flash and he started for the king, brushing her aside with more force than one normally possessed, and started running towards the figure before the throne.
 
Caroline stumbled back a few feet as the sorcerer brushed past her, advancing towards the king. Caroline glanced left to right anxiously, and her eyes locked onto an empty suit of armor that stood positioned upon a pedestal not far away from the throne. It was the king's battle armor; Caroline had never seen a use to putting it on display besides for sheer pride. Now, it had a use.


She ripped the arm from the side of the suit of armor, still regaining balance from the push, and threw it in the sorcerer's direction. It hit the back of his head (not too harshly but, surprisingly, right on the mark), sending him to the ground. Following suit, the king scurried from his throne and kicked the sorcerer face up, where he rested his foot on the boy's neck. Not too far behind, guards who had gotten word of the unconcious members had rushed into the throne room, where they surrounded the king, princess, and sorcerer. One of the guards pushed Caroline back, muttering, "This isn't a place for you, your Highness," To which Caroline pushed back. Despite her usual lack in combat, she was still capable of hitting the man, a once in a lifetime hit or otherwise.


"Alright," the king hissed, glowering downward, "Let's knock off this monster's head and send it back to Gerard, shall we?"
 
The world was a bit of an angry blur as he ran towards the king, hand ablaze. But then, a sharp pain at the back of his head suddenly hit him, knocking him to the floor, the flames going out. It had certainly knocked a bit of sense and clarity back into him. He lay there on the cold stons, shocked for a second. What the hell was he doing?


But the blow to the face caught him off guard. He lay there, stunned, as a heavy boot was planted on his neck. A small cut had opened up on his cheek. But as he took a sharp breath, he came back to his senses. He swore violently, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings, which, at the moment, was surrounded by soldiers. The king loomed over him.


"Let's knock off the monsters head and send it back to Gerard, shall we?"


He sent a glare up to the king, then conpletely relaxed, letting out a brief chuckle. Now he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.


He slowly grasped the King's ankle, and his eyes flashed. And he squeezed.
 
The king's eyes shot down to his ankle, which was now being consumed by a sharp pain. He let out a bloodcurling scream that Caroline couldn't remember ever hearing. He stumbled back and fell to the floor, gripping his leg and moaning. The guards all rushed to the aid of the king, apparently forgetting about the sorcerer who was now free.


It was only Caroline who stayed, staring down at the sorcerer. Not moving. Only staring in with the curiosity of a scientist yearning to take apart a hefty contraption.
 
Soren stood, casually brushing himself off like nothing had happened. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling them click, and ran a hand through his now rather ruffled blond hair again. He glanced towards the king and smirked, finally turning to face the princess.


"Ah, yes!" he said, like he had just remembered something, a wide smile across his features. "You're coming with me."


He took her by the wrist and started dragging her to the door. He blasted them open with a sweep of his arm, not slowing his pace, letting them crash against the walls on either side. His personality had shifted drastically again. He was just like when he entered the throne room, a charming smile across his face, acting like it was perfectly normal to be dragging a princess out of a throne room. He nodded to one of the servants, flashing her a smile as she screamed.
 
Caroline slipped into a daze as the sorcerer grabbed her and pulled her from the throne room. After coming into full discovery over what was going on, she began attempting to pull away from his grasp, which was iron hard. She looked over her shoulder, desperately shouting to the guards and king, "Father! Someone help!" To what was not full surprise, nobody came.
 
Completely ignoring her as she tried to pull away from his grip, and her screams for help, he continued striding down the corridor.


"You know, I actually forgot that I was supposed to be kidnapping you." he chatted. "Oh well, I'm doing it now. I'm pretty sure the King's going to have a fit when he finally gets over his ankle. Well, he doesn't strike me as a particularly good father, to be honest. I mean, who would ignore their daughter getting dragged out of the room over a slightly crushed ankle?"


He ignored the shocked stares of all the castle staff as he swept on past, his black coat flying out behind him from his fast pace. Still, no guards? He smirked, knowing the castle doors were close.
 
Caroline continued to struggle, desperately calling to the servants for help, yet none of them moved. They only stared.


The princess turned back to the sorcerer. "Where are we going?" She exclaimed.
 
"Where do you think, princess? To your ever so charming uncle's fortress! I would have though that would be obvious by now." he replied. With a flick of his fingers, the outside doors opened with a crash, like the ones in the throne room. He couldn't care less about the noise they made now, knowing that they couldn't stop him if they tried. Tethered to a tree where he left it was the black horse he had arrived on. But before that, by the gates, the guards were beginning to get up from where he had left them; they immediately saw them, drawing their weapons.
 
The guards, thankfully, were beginning to take notice of the kidnapping, but Caroline knew better. None of them stood a chance, not against a man you could bring a man to the floor just by squeezing his ankle. Still, she had no intention to submit to the sorcerer.


She firmly kicked the sorcerer in the shins to where he at least loosened his grasp, and she was able to pull away.
 
"Ow! What the bloody hell are you doing, you little -!" Soren swore, whirling around to face her, a frown creasing his forehead. "Oh come on... I'm trying to be nice here! You're doing nothing to endear yourself, you know.." he muttered. He gave a glance at the now approaching guards. He snapped his fingers and pointed, a burst of flame shooting from his fingertips and igniting on the ground before them. He turned back to Caroline, frowning, an almost childish pout on his features.


"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Look, I dont want to hurt you, but at the moment, you're asking for it."


(I'm signing off now~)
 

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