Kidnapping the King

Dramatic Much?

Emilia knew she had gone over the top. However, she had a constant nagging in the back of her head, telling her that this could never work. When Grant said he could guarantee that the plan would work, it made her wonder why he had ever slept with her. If he knew it might not be possible, then why did he continue to seduce her? As if they could go on to live happily ever after? Had he turned her life upside down for no reason at all? She felt nothing but anger. Instead of spending the next two days together making love, has Grant had originally planned, she simply had Beth send him a message to inform him that she needed her space. He had respected it and let her be.

Emilia laid her bed, yet again, staring at her ceiling in silence.

Beth entered the room with a curtsy, holding two dresses in her hands. "Good morning m'lady."

Emilia sat up and smiled at her. "How are you Beth."

"Well, thank you." She smiled at her. "I came to ask about tonight's preparations, I've brought two choices. Of course if they don't suit you, I can find more."

"What's tonight?" Emilia asked confusedly.

Beth looked a bit nervous as she bit on her bottom lip. "It's the engagement ball for His Majesty and Lady Katherine. They've also invited many of the best royal soldiers to attend, due to their victory in the town, as a sort of thank you. That's why you have been invited."

Emilia felt instant rage. He said he had a plan, yet he was having an engagement ball, that he had never even told her about. Her fears resurfaced and she began to wonder if she should just leave this dreaded castle forever. But instead, she did what she always did, she pondered her revenge.

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Grant groaned in agony and laid his head down on his head. Maverick sat across from him at the table and was laughing uncontrollably at Grant's predicament. 

"How did you forget your own engagement ball?" Maverick said, slapping his knee, tears in his eyes.

"Katherine planned the whole thing. I had no part, nor any interest in it." He sighed. "Emilia is going to fucking kill me."

"You could write a book about your life. This is incredible." He continued to laugh as he stood to his feet. "Well, I will see you there, I need to leave now to prepare." He left the room and his laughter could still be heard as he travelled down the hallway.

Fuck.

He quickly wrote a message on a piece of parchment for Emilia:

I swear, I can explain. Please give me the chance.

G

He called for a servant and asked them to send the message quickly and secretly and to make sure it made it to her room before the ball. If it were up to him, he'd be with her now instead of dressing for a ball that he wished was not happening. He groaned again as a servant appeared, ready to help him dress.

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Grant found himself swarmed by a crowd of noblemen and women, asking about The Pillager, the woman who had slayed him and William the traitor who was still locked in a tower of the castle. Word had spread quickly in the kingdom and Grant had dodged many people's questions for long enough. He nodded, agreed, drank ale, nodded, agreed and drank even more ale. These people were forever dull, boring and only cared to speak about trivial nonsense. Many of the noble people blamed William's village upbringing and blamed Jack's non-royal blood for all of the kingdom's problem. He was only glad that Emilia was not around to hear their nonsense. He continued to scan the room for her, as the ball had started over an hour ago and she had still not made an appearance.