The Princess' Requited Romance

[BeyondOblivion]

"Do you honestly think that I'd allow for the kingdom to continue? I know a lot of things about your kingdom." He smiled to her widely and gave her what looked like a very convincing jester cat grin. He leaned back against the cell wall as he started to further manipulate her. He needed to unbalance her. If she was going to become his to play as his own pawn, he had to make her believe that he knew more than her. He narrowed his eyes and he started to slowly speak again, "Well, you say your 'arranged husband', yet I know that you and him are not actually together. In fact, you don't even know his name. His family only agreed to marry you because he wanted a son and power. You provided both of those. A few thousand grains of rice was more than enough to do that."


He had an advantage, now he had to press it, "in fact, I know that you yourself want to marry a man named Varen. He's strong, powerful, yet he actually is a writer. He doesn't wield a sword, yet he captured your heart. When you went to your father in order to ask for his hand, you were spat upon and he told you that he already had a man planned out for you. You laid in bed for days, crying and trying to secretly figure out how you could secretly marry Varen, yet no option every came to mind." He smirked. He'd been spying for many weeks now.

 

[Slayer]

The princess began to tense up even more than before "you know NOTHING about my kingdom" she snapped back as he grinned. She would have liked to believe what she was saying, but knew it could very well be a lie, he could know much more about her kingdom than she wanted. Then the mention of the arranged husband came up again, she knew she should have kept her mouth shut, knew it was a big mistake and now she was paying for it. What the asshole was saying had been true though, she didn’t even know her ‘husbands’ name. She was sold off, like a cow at a meat market, it made her feel like crap thinking about the fact but it was completely true.


Eva couldn’t have predicted what would happen next, her whole body started to shake as Varen was brought up. How did this man know about Varen? About what had happened. “SHUT UP!” she snapped as she took a step close to the bars, “YOU JUST SHUT UP! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” she could feel the tears start to well up in her eyes once more at the thought of her sweet love. “YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH AND I HOPE THEY BURN YOU AT THE STAKE!” she snapped. As her voice had started to raise, the sound of the guards became more evident. They knew the voice of their princess and hearing it in the dungeon never made them happy. This time they broke through the door and rushed down to ‘save’ her from the assassin. “GUARDS! He tricked me into coming down here…he threatened me” she lied, now pushing out the tears to make the situation look far more serious. The guards had glared toward the assassin, a few of them piled into the prison cell to beat the man while one escorted the princess out of the dungeon. Eva didn’t regret her decision until she reached her room, her father would be informed of what had happened and she would most likely get a good lecture and a slap on the head. The assassin however, could end up being beat unconscious, which could turn out better for her if he takes it as a warning for not cooperating, or worse if he decides that she is a cold hearted bitch and doesn’t speak anymore.

 

[BeyondOblivion]

((Can I spew an idea?))


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[Slayer]

(Spew away ^^)

 

[BeyondOblivion]

((My idea was that ny character is actually Varen, as that was the disguise he took while hiding out. But he secretly fell in love with her, and that's why he didn't kill her.))


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[Slayer]

(OHH! I like that idea! bring in the drama!)

 

[BeyondOblivion]

As Eva flew from the cell to go and call for the guards, the assassin gave a little sigh, holding a small token close to his chest. The token was small and round, and it appeared to be more of a royal coin than a token. He leaned down and held it tightly, shivering a little. He gulped nervously as he heard the noises of the guards coming down the stairs, and he quickly hid the coin inside the folds of his shirt once more.


The torture was long and arduous. The majority was simply being cut or smacked whenever he refused their questions, yet there were new types that he'd never seen. He was introduced to the concept of waterboarding, which he realized would be very hard to resist over long periods of time. Yet all the pain he went through was all negated by his training as an assassin, causing him to ignore their questions throughout the duration.


Finally, after what he assumed was three hours, he heard the noise of the cell door close. He scrambled over and grabbed his shirt, pulling out the coin and sighing in relief that it wasn't confiscated. HE smiled warmly and held it close to his chest, smiling widely as the air around him seemed to become warm. He waited for the princess to return now.

 

[Slayer]

(Sorry about the delay in response, I should have one to you after work tonight)

 

[Slayer]

Eva had spent the rest of her night crying in her bed, thinking about her lost love and dreading her future husband. Why did the assassin have to bring that up? Furthermore, how had he known such information? The idea of someone watching her for such a long period of time without her knowledge caused a cold chill to run down her spine. How much longer could she weep for him? Regret her life choices of not running off with him? How long?


The following night she snuck down to the cells once more, this time using a different door Sure she had been scolded by her father, threatened that if she came back down she would be punished but she needed answers. Walking to the cell with the assassin she glared toward him, her eyes may have still been a bit red from the hurt and anger that she had previously tried to push aside. Her eyes trailed over his wounds, a small amount of regret and displeasure struck her. She hadn't enjoyed inflicting pain on people and had acted in the night before. Now somewhat regretting her choice she sighed, "will you be cooperating with me tonight?" she questioned, trying not to let her fear and regret show once more.

 

[BeyondOblivion]

The assassin laid on the bed, groaning from the newest scars upon his back. Blood now coated the floor, dried from the hours that had passed. The pride he had was still there, though he wasn't able to sit up straight without extraordinary pain. He grunted slightly and turned to face her. And how he'd always been facing her.


"I will... lest you tell them not to set the whip on fire next time." He hissed, "I've endured many tortures but... that one I've never seen before. Anyways, what is your question?" He scooted closer, his face crunching up from the pain it took him to do so. He looked up, rubbing his eyes slightly. He quickly wiped the haggard look away and looked like his normal self.