Your Majesty,

Under Reige

She could smell the iron in the blood, the scent strongly staining her nose hairs. She looked over to see the now lump of a body of... who knows who!

Between the dead body and the red eyed wolf, she didn't even want to know the rest of the cold hard pain she could face next. So she just bore her throat to him, shaking and trembling in fear.

"I am rouge—" he glowered menacingly, in a curling crinkly tone, just like a monster...

She didn't know monster wolves could talk, "rouge?" She asked him, her fear slowly dropping.

"Reige" he repeated in more of a snarling growl this time.

"Reige?" She repeated, a little whimpy, she of course couldn't understand growl... He snarled and his red glowing eyes looked around the room, "we must hurry, I can hear two foot soldier running upstairs... most likely headed our way..." he glared at her with those violent hallucinating eyes.

She could hardly see straight, she seemed to swallow a big gulp of... maybe bravery, maybe her senses and tried to steadily prop herself down from the bed off of her knees to follow the wolf that now scoured the room, possibly seeking the safest exit for them both now...

But she didn't understand why he didn't eat her or the now dead man... had he particular tastes? She wasn't going to ask that now, with a man down and escaping the prison... she had no idea what she was going to do with herself... but she was here, she had to use the wolf.

"Wolf," she whisper called out to him. The wolfs ears didn't even perk in her direction. "Reige!" She tried again. But the wolf was standing on his hand legs peering out the nearest window. "Reige, wait! What are you doing?" She called out for him, "let's go!" He said to her, but she remained.

"I need to save my sister," she admittedly couldn't let go of the notion... but then she realized, did she want both her and her sister to die by the wolf? She bit her bottom lip so confused on what to do. She couldn't just leave, she went through so much... but it could've been worse. How was she going to see her way through?

"Now." Reige said to her.

He leapt out the window without her.

Fuck.

He didn't expect her to follow after him did he? She ran to the window to look out into the dark woods for him. She could now hear the voice of guards men growing louder as she was sure they were possibly approaching this very door, eventually.

She tried to see the bottom, but it was so dark bellow- she couldn't see water or Reige's glowing eyes! She hesitated, not knowing what to do...

"Reige!" She dared to whisper yell out for him.

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"Oh now she wants me." Reige glared up at the tiny rounded window watching her small frame peer out looking for him under the moonlight.

Let's make her sweat a bit, he thought to himself as he sat down and waited till he heard a bit of ruckus.

He already knew what she wanted, and it wasn't going to be that way.

He already knew the dealings of the castle and he didn't want to get his hands any more bloody red than they already had to be.

He had to save her, he knew why she was here and he wished he could help on a more extreme level... except he wasn't here for all of that, he had to stick to what he felt called to do. Simple as that.

He now saw her leg poking out the window with her wretched ruined dress spilling out around it. She was fumbling and the guards hadn't even found her out yet.