The Silk Queen

The ambush

The traveling had gone good, they had passed through mountain ranges and forests. Everything was starting to look the same. 

they had begun to believe it was just paranoia, since they hadn't been stopped yet. They passed through unfamiliar mountain ranges and forests. they couldn't of been more wrong. 

meanwhile in Rome

"I am telling you, they're here. The queen of France and Carlos Menci are in the north headed towards Milan." 

"I do not care, you're being paranoid. Even the queen of France wouldn't dare Come into Italian land while we have her prince. Plus, everyone thinks he's being tortured in Germany." 

"Just in case, would you like me to send troops?" 

"I don't see why not." 

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A week passed since the conversation in Italy, and Carlos and Lavinia still were clueless.

   They were passing through a dark forest, fog started seeping into the carriage where Lavinia was. Her paranoia was acting up, "Carlos, just make the horses keep going and come in here for a second," She called out weaker then she hoped. 

He did as she said and came in the cart "what, worried about me princess?" He said sarcasticlly

she rolled her eyes and scoffed, "no pathetic brit, I'm asking how long until we're out of this damn forest?" 

"A few more minu-" he started before the cart rocked heavily, he fell onto the cushion next to her and looked up, Lavinia's annoyed expression had changed to a fear he had never seen before. 

She reached under her dress and pulled out the same dagger that was at his throat years ago. the rose quartz gleamed through the low sunlight the canopy let through. the light danced on the ceiling like a chandelier at mid-day. 

   She gripped it hard, but she gripped his covered arm harder. He had never seen her this tense before. He let a little worry for her leak through his thoughts like spilled ink before he put it away and grabbed a dagger of his own. Although he was starting to hate how it looked. 

They heard a mans voice, he mumbled something. Then the cart was opened and a knife was pointed to Lavinia's neck and she was brought out with force. 

"Why hello there, Princess. Long time," the prince of Italy remarked as he looked down on her. She tilted her head upward to see him, anger filled her features, disgust filled her heart as she saw the familiar face. 

Carlos came out of the kart with a soldier holding a sword to his neck. his hand's were up and his eyes were full of an emotion Lavinia couldn't read, almost an anger, but not quite. she had almost mistaken it for jealousy, protective tendencies, but then she remembered who she was looking at. no way someone as perfect as him could love her. 

"Well, you're with your little boyfriends brother, how pathetic." The man spoke, as he hardly grabbed Lavinia's face and tilted it up. "what ever happened to the undying love you once had for me?" 

Carlos unwillingly let out a scoff,  to which the prince looked over to him. 

"what, think the slut only went for your pathetic, now half dead, brother?" he spoke so casually but his words were lined with jealousy and malice. 

"you evil bitch." Lavinia replied, her voice lined with a malice with even more depth then the prince's. 

She did the unthinkable, she grabbed her dagger and swung it at the man holding her's throat, the blade cut through it almost as smoothly as It cut through the flesh. The man's screams of pain and agony filled the empty forest, scaring a nearby flock of crows. 

the prince had almost no time to react before she had him in a chokehold, he tried to escape and fidgeted with her arms, but she wouldn't budge, 

"Let, him, go." She spoke through gritted teeth. 

But in that moment of weakness while she waited for him to say yes, she loosened up, allowing him to grab her and throw her against the ground. when she hit the ground she rolled quite a bit.

Carlos didn't react verbally, but did react physically, he grabbed the sword and pulled as hard as he could. His eyes had filled with an infuriated rage, and he without a second thought plunged the dagger through the man who held it to his throat seconds ago. 

Lavinia was grunting getting up while Carlos tried to get passed the wall of men that seperated them. 

Maxen grabbed his sword and  walked towards Lavinia, her dagger had gotten lost on the ground somewhere. she looked around frantically, hating how vulnerable she looked, but she spotted it a few feet in front of her. she lunged herself towards it and grabbed it just in time for Maxen's sword to clash with her dagger. 

   Though smaller, her dagger was made out of a metal that France had gotten straight from a secret mine in the south.  Titanium. She easily overpowered him, and while he fell to the ground,  Carlos had finally gotten through all of the soldiers. 

Maxen was getting an advantage as Lavinia was starting to process his words "Your half dead brother" She was breaking down and Carlos knew Maxens evil lined mind would use that to kill her. 

  He aimed a crossbow at maxen and shot it.

it hit him right in the shoulder. His agony filled yelp filled the forest, and with all his men dead, he knew he had to give up. 

But Lavinia was stubborn, her shock had turned to anger as she grabbed the dagger and thrown it at his head. Carlos was just as surprised as Lavinia when she missed. Tears filled her eyes and she went over to Maxen and slapped him with all her might, she slapped his chest, but then she felt Carlos' arms rap around her. 

He contained her, managed to grab her dagger, get her back into the cart to grab their stuff, and made her run. 

And so they ran

and ran

and ran

until they reached it.

Milan, Italy.