I felt my back collide with a solid wall, pushing all the air out from my lungs. I gritted my teeth as a hand came across my face, a sickening smack sounding off it. Pain burst across my face from the force of the slap I received. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to push the pain from my head. Do not show weakness, do not show them you fear them. Stay strong Alliah, you can do this. A wicked laugh came from the Knight in training that had smacked me. It was almost maniacal as it resounded off the walls and falling back to my ears. In this moment I felt truly terrified because I was outnumbered and out muscled.
“So, this is the Great Crowned Princess Alliah. Look at the way you cower. I can’t believe they let someone like you train to be a Knight. You are so weak it’s pathetic. Your father must be so disappointed to have you as his daughter. Why don’t you just drop out already and go home.” The voice was dark and sinister. It made my skin crawl just listening to him speak. My heart pounded heavily in my ears as I felt two hands wrap around my wrists. I cried out as the nails bit into my flesh and ripped my arms above my head forcefully. A hand wrapped around my throat and I was forced to look into my assailant. Uriah Weldon. He was a year older than me and came from a very wealthy noble family.
His father had a seat on the Council that over saw all the Kingdoms, so he was regarded almost as high as a King. He was respected immensely just by title, but no one saw how much of an actual prick he could really be. Even if I wanted to complain about Uriah, no one would believe me anyway because I was a woman. It would seem like I was trying to play the system, a woman crying because a lowly man was being mean. Especially if you where to bully a royal, it would be an immediate execution. If I where to get Uriah, son of a Councilman, there would be a huge conflict. So, I took the beatings they would give me every time. If anyone would ask, it would be the same answer for everything. I was a klutz. Of course, being a woman that was an acceptable answer. No one would think that a woman would be anything more than an issue, despite how accomplished or skilled I as. So, here I was, dangling just barely off the ground by my wrists as this stupid Council kid continued to beat me.
“Now now Alliah, you don’t really want to alert the others about where we are do you?” The Uriah sniggered. His other buddies laughed darkly as well. I said nothing as Uriah balled up his fist and launched it towards my stomach. I couldn’t help but feel the vomit rise in my throat as the impact made me loose my breath. Pain seared through my lower abdomen and I clenched my teeth, trying not to scream out my pain. My eyes continued to tear up as my clenched teeth gritted together. Why did they have to be so mean to me? I wouldn’t show them my pain, I wouldn’t let them win.
Another blow to my abdomen and I couldn’t help the small gasp of pain that escaped my lips. A shared dark chuckle sounded around me as they all took turned landing blow after blow. My vision started to swim around the edges. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Finally, the blows stopped, but not before the hand around my throat tightened and I couldn’t breathe. Already too tired to fight back, I was barely able to gasp for air.
“It’s really to bad you chose to become a Knight Alliah. You are really so beautiful, I would have made you, my wife. But no one would have a female warrior as their other half. You are a disgrace to your kind no matter what your title is. Like I said, you should just drop out now.” He let go of my throat and I gasped for air. The cold air filling my tight and deprived lungs. I continued to say nothing as they let my wrists go and I painfully fell to the ground. The floor was hard and cold as I sat there wheezing, holding my stomach as I tried to regain my strength.
“How pathetic. To think that this is going to be our future ruler. I will never bow down to the likes of you.” Uriah spat on me as the other two of his goons laughed. I clenched my teeth together as I continued to listen to their words. They where right. Why would anyone want to bow down to a Royal who couldn’t even defend themselves? I was weak and pathetic. There was no hope for me. Having had their fill of amusement for the night, they left me alone in a small training room. The silence growing thick as their bitter laughter slowly faded away. I coughed and heaved as I pulled my self into a sitting position and slumped against the wall.
What hope did I have if I couldn’t stand up to a few bullies? Let alone a few kids who weren’t even at my level. In class I excelled and was the top student. But outside the eye of the teachers, I was the weakest link. I pulled my knees weakly to my chest and cried. The pain was unbearable, and all I could do was pity myself.
The door to the training room opened and I froze. They weren’t loud and obnoxious this time around. They never came back for seconds anyway, so why would they come back in here? I tensed as the footsteps came closer, quietly and cautiously until the stopped right in front of me. I feared that if I looked up, I would be face to face with Uriah’s smug grin and he would beat on me once again. I don’t think I could handle a second bout of pain.
“Alliah, what are you doing in here so late at night? You didn’t show up for dinner, so I came looking for you.” Nicklos. I didn’t even care that he was a Prince. I didn’t care that I was a Princess. I launched myself at him and clutched at his chest, sobbing like a child. I was in so much relief that it wasn’t Uriah and his goons that it didn’t matter if he looked down upon me. I just didn’t want to face Uriah again. I felt him pause at first, completely thrown off by my sudden and abrupt behavior. I thought he would push me to the ground and yell at me as well.
So, it came to a surprise when he tried to wrap his arms around me. But I flinched away from his touch, letting go of him and falling back to the ground. The pain they inflicted on my body was too much. I also didn’t want him to see what they had done. I didn’t want him to see how weak I was outside of the classroom. I tried hiding my face in my hands, shielding the bruises I knew that covered my face. Maybe he would just leave me alone and I could carefully crawl my way back to the barracks. If no one saw me, they couldn’t ask me questions.
Hands wrapped carefully around my wrists and tried to pry my hands away from my face. I struggled at first, not wanting him to see me, but I was to weak to fight back for very long. So as soon as my hands fell away, I tried to look away from him. But he caught my face gently with the palm of his hand and forced me too look up at him. His golden eyes where filled to the brim with anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, and then narrowed when they fell upon my throat. I could see the adam’s apple in his throat move as he grew angrier.
“Who did this to you Alliah?” He asked whispering. There was a dangerous edge to his tone, and I felt myself shudder underneath him. I couldn’t bring myself to speak because of how much my throat hurt. Not that I would tell him anyway. This was between me and Uriah. I didn’t want him getting involved, because having a man stick up for me would make me look even more weak. All I could do was just stare up at his angry face, his hair falling slowly off the top of his head. My silence only angered him further, his teeth clenching together as he watched me.
“If you won’t tell me, then I won’t leave your side ever again. I will be with you always so they can’t hurt you. Do you understand Alliah. I don’t want to ever see you in this much pain ever again.” He placed his forehead against mine. I felt the tears roll of his cheeks and into the palms of my hands as he silently wept. Where those tears really for me? Was he that concerned that he would show vulnerability in front of me? I felt touched that he cared that much for me.
“U-Uriah.” I tried to croak out. But it came out chocked and strained. I let my eyes close, angry at my own weakness. I should have said nothing to him. I shouldn’t have even tried. This was not his battle. “D-don’t do an-nything s-stupid Nicklos. T-this is n-not your f-fight.” I said straining once again. Nicklos pulled his head back from mine, his eyes narrowing as I fought to speak.
“Stop, not another word. You are going back to your room and you are going to rest. Come on.” He said standing on his feet. He offered his hand out, and I took it weakly. He pulled me towards him and helped steady myself. But my legs trembled and wobbled as pain seared through me. I groaned loudly and leaned against him, wincing at the impact. I couldn’t stop from clutching my stomach as the bile once again rose to my throat. I panted heavily, hoping that I could keep it down and not embarrass myself further.
“Those damn cowards. How dare they beat on their future Queen.” He spoke as he carefully and slowly walked me out of the room. Each step made my world more and more fuzzy. I couldn’t think or breath right as the darkness slowly clouded my vision. They really went all out this time. I don’t think they wanted me to leave the training room. At least not till morning. All I know was that the next time I saw them, I was going to make sure that they felt the same pain I was feeling right now. I wouldn’t let them get away with this next time. I was just thankful that this time Nicklos managed to find me, and like always, he was there for me. I really don’t think I deserved someone like him in my life, but I was thankful, nonetheless.
“Maybe he is right, I really should just give up. I can’t even fend myself against three people. This wouldn’t happen if I weren’t stronger.” I grunted as he helped me down the hallways. A low, and annoyed sigh came from Nicklos. I could feel his fingers flex around my hip as I hobbled along side him.
“Nonsense. Stop talking like you are ready to give up. That’s not the Alliah I know. The Alliah I know would squish this under her foot and keep moving forward. That’s what I like about you is your drive to keep going. You love when others get angry because that means you are doing good, you are accomplishing exactly what you want to.” He said that’s what he liked about me. I felt the smile spread across my lips at the warmth of his words. He was right about one thing though; I really did like to anger others. I only wanted to prove that I could just be good as other men.
“You said you like me. Was that a confession?” I teased. Nicklos chuckled. It was soft and warm, and it made my smile that much bigger. I stumbled and tripped, but thankfully with his hand around my hips I was saved from falling forward. But that didn’t stop my world from spinning, I could feel the bile just at the edge of my throat and I coughed uncontrollably. Nicklos wordlessly placed me against the wall, and I leaned against it. Still pressed against the wall, Nicklos wrapped his arms around me.
“Alliah, I will do what ever it takes to not see you this way again, I don’t care if that means we sneak out at night and spar until you are more comfortable with defending yourself. Your situation is unique, and I won’t always be by your side to defend you. But just know that no matter what happens, I will always have your back.” I hesitated against his hug at first, not because he made me feel uncomfortable, but because I really was in a lot of pain. But despite my body’s protests, I reached up and loosely hugged him back. I had never really doubted him for a moment that he would harm me in any way. He was the most reliable human here.
“Nicklos, you dummy. Do you think that I question you and hate you in any way? This wasn’t your fault just like the last few times wasn’t either. Although I do think that the extra help will benefit me since I don’t grow up knowing how to fight to begin with. I am book smart, and I know that I will find an edge on him eventually, so just keep your head low. I want to be the one to settle this score.” Nicklos sighed again, but not with annoyance this time, more like he was accepting my request for him to stay out of this. I wasn’t going to prove anything if I couldn’t fend for myself.
I woke up sputtering, my chest heaving. What a horrible nightmare. It felt so realistic that I felt like a teenager once again. If it hadn’t been for Nicklos, I really don’t think that I would be out here now with these men and trying to find a solution to our bandit problems. I know I was mad at him, but I really should stop treating him so coldly.
It had been an entire day since I heard anything from the scouting team. But in that time frame I was able to get wounded back to the Palace, and the dead where they belong. The field constantly smelt like rotting flesh and stale blood. It was not an appealing smell, but it was getting better every time we burned a batch of bandit bodies. We did them in small piles so we wouldn’t cause a huge grass fire. We didn’t have the water supply around to be able to stop such a huge fire. So small piles where just more convenient. With the last pile burned this morning, the forest was safe from hazards for one more day. Not that there was much of a forest anyway. It was a small meadow that surrounded us. Perfectly plowed fields laid scattered about in preparation for the early spring seeding. But now with the master of the house
We trekked through the forest until we came upon the camp site of these would think bandits. It seemed quiet at this base of theirs. Small groups of mercenaries walked down the dirt path between the houses, chatting quietly while the scanned the perimeter. They seemed nervous and on edge as they glanced between each other, holding their swords down at their sides, almost like they were expecting an attack. With having scanned the surrounding area, they walked onto the porch of an old, battered home and shut the door. Something didn’t feel right. The air seemed tense and on edge. Even my skin prickled as I scanned the small, abandoned village. Dreadfort was a very historical battle sight between my father’s Kingdom, and the Kingdom that laid just North of us. This village use to be
Nothing about this meeting made any sense to me. Who was that man and his mistress that they kept talking about? Why would they go after Illia when she was just a mere Princess? She had no real power of authority besides ordering the servants around and bossing around the people of the Kingdom as well. Other than that, she couldn’t make executive decisions or even make any laws. It was out of her jurisdiction. She was basically just a trophy that my father harbored under his wing until she could find a suitor. I could understand if they where trying to kidnap her for a ransom, but they where talking about killing her. I wonder if Illia had done something wrong to anger a nearby Kingdom. It was thanks to the river that passed through our lands that we had made some enemies. It has been awhile, and it w
I could feel the exhaustion of the last few days fall over me. My body ached with every step; my head throbbed at every slight of sound. I was sleep deprived I knew that. I could feel the heavy lids of my eyes droop as I slowly walked to my father’s study. All I wanted to do now was sleep in the soft cushions of my bed. Or maybe even relax in the warmth of my tub. I just wanted all of the anxieties of the last few days to melt away. But having to address my father with the current situation was a high priority. With my sister’s safety already addressed, I was at peace with having to deal with him. Thankfully though I wasn’t alone. General Bregus strode by my side, his stance held higher than my own. His bags under his eyes where evident like myself, but he was used to the struggles of sleepless nights and battle worn fatigue. I myself was not as use to it yet.&nbs
With a satisfied sigh, I plopped myself down on the edge of my bed, toweling off my still damp hair. I missed my bathtub and its warm relaxing waters. I missed the scent of the lavender soap that wafted the air and sank into my skin. I missed being clean. With the itch dirt no longer invading my body, I felt like I could take on another battle. I wanted to conquer another Mercenary camp and take on the evils of the world. Of course, I knew this feeling was temporary and that as soon as the feeling wore off, I was going to become dead weight again. I might as well take advantage of this feeling while I still had energy and get some work done. I could only imagine how much work had piled up in my absence. I rose from the edge of my bed and headed towards my desk. A neat pile of papers were stacked on the corner. With a gasp of disbelief,
I sat staring at my desk, the papers threatening to spill over with the new documents that had arrived. Even though the stack was just barely reaching the tip of my lap, I still felt like it was looming over me, threatening to topple and drown me in its wake. I could feel my eye twitch in annoyance, knowing for a fact now that my father was indeed assigning more paperwork as a punishment for my disobedience to return home. I suppose he could use the break though. After all that’s all he these days was slave over paper work. I better get use to it, because once he steps down or passes on, it will become my full responsibility. I picked up the first document and scanned diligently over the contents. It mostly explained the contents of the damage done by the Mercenary gang had
“Has our Prisoner spoken yet?” I asked approaching the jail cell that Emmanuel was staying in. It was so dark and gloomy down in the dungeon that even I was starting to feel uncomfortable. There where no windows to illuminate the dark and decrepit room. The air was full of moisture and it stank heavily of stale mold. I swear I felt like I was swallowing an ocean every time I inhaled. We seldom have any prisoners, at least ones worthy of keeping around. Negligence was the key reason the dungeon had gotten so bad, but at this rate having a maid clean down here would be beyond punishment. Hopefully, he would speak up soon so we wouldn’t have to keep coming down here. “Ah greetings Princess Alliah! No, I unfortunately regret to inform that he has refused to say a single word. He has a very strong will power. I don’t think basic torture is going to get anythin
I found the General wandering down the hallway, completely lost in thought. His eyebrows where scrunched together, and his eyes where cast to the ground. His once bright gray eyes seemed to grow darker as he continued with his train of thought. I have never seen him look so perplexed before. Something was bothering him, that much was evident, but what would make him seem so worried. I wonder if he had heard the rumor too. If anyone were going to cause a huge fuss over this, it would be him. Ever since I was young, he had always been over protective of me. He acted more like a father than even my own, so relied heavily on his judgement and advice. I don’t think I could accept though it if came down to Nicklos. He didn’t know him like I do. At least he didn’t know him like I thought I did. &
I will skip the boring bits and just tell you what happened next. Things actually went more smoothly than what I had expected. Illia was tossed in the dungeons as soon as I arrived per my request. She did her obviously tidbits of flailing and screaming how unjust I was for arresting her without a reason. Of course, my father tried swooping in and saving the day. But with the evidence in hand about her treason to the kingdom, she was soon after locked away. I couldn't explain to you how good it felt knowing that I was uprooting the problem. That and she was a terrible human being to begin with. Uriah's father had been in tow of my father, and was then given the evidence of all of my father's wrong doings. After scanning through the documents, he went through a trial that lasted well over a year. In that year, Laylia was caught trying to sneak into the border of my kingdom and was arr
The air between all of my soldiers was heavy with silence. Almost like an invisible weight bad been placed on everyone of our shoulders. Grief hung above their heads, having lost one of our own, and learning that their was a traitor amongst us. Even as they sat on their horses, baccks straight and reigns loose in their hands, they still hung their heads. General Bregus was probably the most quiet out of all of us. He uttered not one word since we told him what had gone down the last few days. There was a strangled grunt from his lips, but he uttered no more since then. As he rode by my side, I was able to gauge his reactions. But it was hard to read him as he stared blankly into the distance. His eyes where on the horizon, but his mind had wandered into his own thoughts. It would almost seem like he had even paled a little, grieving in the silence of his own mind. I know that Micha
The breeze brushed through my hair with gentle fingers. It caressed my face and body with its cold embrace, making me shiver. Goose bumps formed on my arms, making my skin tingle against the leather I had dawned on earlier this morning. We were finally free. No longer mingling with criminals, no more stuck behind the many walls of the city, we were free. Instead of the pounding laughter of loud and drunk people, the air was filled with the thunder of horse hooves frantically trying to put distance between us and the city of criminal. The trees where giant blurs of dark and light greens as we raced through the tightly knit forest. Twigs and leaves laid snapped and torn apart under the heavy beats of our horses hooves. In our desperation to get back home, we neglected to actually hide our trail. All our hope was on them being so distracted they wouldn't know where to start l
Just as expected, the streets where lined with criminals. Their pace was slow as they crawled through the streets like timid cockroaches. I watched as the sea of people flucuated, a gentle tide coming in and evading back into the ocean. The murmurs that rose above the steady beat of feet across the stone pathway, was like a mother hushing her child back to sleep. But it came with a dark whisper of warning as they passed by. The gentle whisper of death caressed their lips as the words escaped their lips. Like a gentle chant, all I could hear was 'Laylia wants their heads.' Who else would she be talking about other than us. We single handedly walked through her walls, the comfort of her own walls, her territory. Her privacy was disrupted, and the quiet comfort of the suprise she had been building for so long was now in disarray. No longer was she able to have the upper hand in her plot to over throw my h
Whilst rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wobbled down the stairs like an infant toddler. I hadn't completely woken up yet and I don't think I was fully recovered from yesterday's endeavor. Honestly, from looking at the rest of the crew, I don't think they would agree either. On the couches laid an exhausted looking Micheal. His head was lulled to one side, mouth slightly popped open with a small sliver of drool coming out. It oozed out in a small stream of clear liquid spittle. He had somehow managed to fall asleep with his arms crossed over his chest. One of the very few men that I have met that doesn't snore like a loud fog horn. Seria had two big black and saggy bags under her eyes as she laid passed out on Micheal's lap. Her arms where crossed over each other upon his lap, making a makeshift pillow out of her own muscle and flesh. Her body was a straight as a board until you came u
When the room had finally grown silent, I decided to dare a glance over my shoulder. I could see a clear line of sight straight to Maxwell's cell. The guards instructed to watch over him, where not in my line of sight. Knowing that they wouldn't be able to see us, I moved away from Seria. She sat frozen in place, hands clenched into tight fists as she stared into space. I waved a hand in her face, trying to coax her out of her deep thoughts. But she continued to stand as still as a statue. "Seria, I'm sorry I put you in an uncomfortable spot, but your dress would have given us away. I have no intentions of harming you if that was what you where worried about." She didn't say anything as she continued to stare off into space. My frustrations where starting to grow as I tried to stir her from her thoughts, but nothing I did was working.
"I am not going to help you, so you might as well kill me already you stupid woman." Maxwell groaned angrily. You could sense the defeat in his tone as he spoke, like a man who was ready to just give up. I gingerly approached the gate door, kneeling down to his level and hoping he would recognize me. I wrapped my fingers around the cold wrought iron and giggled it slightly, testing the weakness of the gate. Unfortunately it didn't budge. "Maxwell, it's Michael. The Princess sent out a small team to rescue you. It hasn't been an easy journey, but we are here now so don't worry." I said jiggling the door once more. There was a dark and weak chuckle that radiated from Maxwell. "Don't bother Michael, I am far to weak to be escorted out safely. You would be killed because of me. Laylia that bitch has been to
How can a woman dressed in bright green clothes disappear so quickly? There was no way she could just up and vanish without a single warning. With her attire, any man would love to shove their greedy and grim covered hands all over her. Especially in this establishment. I don't know what infuriated me more, her vanishing and not telling me what she had planned, or that someone would even dare pray on her. I had to find her fast before someone else decided to grab a hold of her. How did I casually hunt for someone while my heart was racing and my panic was starting to spike. I had no doubt she could handle herself if things went sideways, but I would still rather be at her side if things did turn sour. I knew I made her mad when I vented my frustrations on her, but not enough to abandon me in a crowd full of horney men and lustful women. Soon I would be seen without
Six months I have been training for field work. I was barely even close to graduating, and now here I am. Sitting in the enemy territory with little experience on sneaking around. I wasn't the best for remaining unseen. Anytime I snuck out of the Kingdom, father would always catch me. I was even caught on the last excursion to find the bandits. It was the first time I had ever met her Majesty. I thought she would give me a verbal whipping for sneaking out on to missions before my graduation, but to my surprise she remained docile. When I offered to go along in my father's stead, I didn't think that this journey would be this perilous. I mostly just wanted to get back at Emmanuel for hurting my father. But it turned into more than that. My best friend is dead, my other friend is a traitorous, and my future Queen has her family's secret history to shoulder. Princess Alliah has become quite tired w