𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

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☾ N I N E ⭒

A couple of hours had passed from what occurred during sunrise. The weather had changed from the menacing rain to the sun, allowing the remaining raindrops across the ground to look like distant pearls. To Barakah though, it seemed as if the weather was mocking her position. As if her being kidnapped by the northerners was something to fantasize about like one would do with dreams, where the sun was shining down brightly just after surviving the onslaught of hell above.

‎‏The sun was blaring down on the Northerners as the horses went past the palm trees at such speed, rendering the poor girl with a looming sensation to vomit. Barakah, despite oncoming motions surprisingly fell asleep throughout the journey, the aftermath of crying till there were literally no more tears to cry.

Anton was holding back every cell In his body to not throw her off the horse and shut her up, but he remembered how ruthless Kazimir could be with what belonged to him. And this girl he'd gained after ambushing the enemies, and as a result it was obvious to say she was now their war prize. As a result she was under his protection and therefore that made her belong to him as his property. It was simple rules to the Northerners, you catch, you keep, yet the land they were prancing about on took offence to such rules and traditions. They were too civilised for such a manner.

‎‏It took every ounce of self control, despite his barbaric nature from pushing her off, he tolerated her and thanked the lord and his lucky stars she sowmehow fell asleep. However, that soon became a problem among many of his problems with the girl, much to his dismay. How could one be so possibly teeth grinding even when in a state of total unconsciousness. She moved around too much with each jerk the horse took. Anton didn't know what to do and that drove him more mad as he'd always know what to do. Should he maneuver the reign or keep this nuisance still.

‎‏After a couple more hours of riding, Kazimir decided to stop for the night. It was nightfall, and the poor animals had been riding non-stop for the day, with Kazimir only allowing them a fifteen minute break after every two hours. They'd covered far more land than expected, and it didn't sit well with him to selfishly continue on 'til the morn bled into the night without the horses getting their well deserved rest.

‎‏Situating himself off the horse, his gaze roamed over to Mirza, the man with the countenance of an angel and a mind full of sin. He was too smart to cause any trouble throughout the journey and he had a feeling as to why as his gaze simmered over to the chit, a feeling of satisfaction glimmering its way into his heart as he eyed the leverage he'd gained. He made sure to keep the duo apart, and that no one bothered them.

He was in his own world, often glancing back at his daughter and each time his eyes landed upon her, his heart was slightly relieved that she was safe and that someone from home was with him. Although upon further thought, the serene feeling soon washed away with the oncoming waves of worry as he glared at the man situated so closely to his daughter.

These pagan men and their pagan ways when handling gods most delicate creatures gifted to men. How dare he!

‎‏He was angry yet helpless. He couldn't do anything. He didn't know these men's motives, and of course only a foolish man would make trouble for themselves especially if they had something to loose. He was cornered and restrained. Mirza knew it. And these pagans definitely knew it.

‎‏Everyone mounted off their horses, Including the father and daughter duo. The men tied the horses to any nearby trees, making sure there was plenty of grass around them for the animals to feed from. Anton held Barakahs' slender arm in his big hands, pushing her forward with each step he took from behind. She'd annoyed him to no end, although she was asleep for majority of the ruckus she'd caused, the thought did little to sway Anton as he handled her as if she meant nothing.