Chapter 3
Her feet hit the ground with a thud. She took a few breaths of air before signaling to Mattie to hoist the rope! Once done, the Princess looked back only to wave, and was on her way. She at least knew her way to the town from past visits. It was dark so she hurried a long quickly and quietly. Only a lamp once in a while on the side of the road lit her way, that is, until she reached the town. It was still well lit. She smiled at her destination. She was proud of herself. "Where should I go now?" she thought to herself , "I bet some of the shops are closed. So I'll just wonder around and see what catches my attention first!" And that is what she did. Walking through the cobblestone streets was all new to her, she was so used to ridding in a carriage, that walking seemed but a stranger to her. Still, she loved it. She loved it all. As she past a home she heard a small child say, "But mummy I don't want to go to bed!" And a woman's voice say, "You have to anyway so off you go!"
There was so much to look at. Even when there was not many people out and about at night. But those who were out greeted her as she walked by, and she did the same, trying her hardest to stay under a low profile.
Suddenly, as she was walking past a building full of jolly noise, a huge man came crashing through a glass window. Olvia jumped back in alarm. The man growled, she rushed to his side, "Are you alright?" she asked kneeling down to him. But he paid no mind of her, instead, he jumped back up as if it was nothing and charged back in the place! It was then Olvia decided to look at the sign about her, "PUB". She had never been in a pub before. She hesitated for a moment, "Well, I am 21 this year. I could go in." The noises inside frightened her, and at the same time made her excited. In the end, she made the decision to be bold and marched into the pub herself! (Good for her on her part).
It was like noting she had ever seen before, as you could imagine, men fought, they drank, they all seemed drunk, and happy. The women were not much different, but they flirted will all the men, and they danced, and drank, and danced some more. She tried to find herself a spot in this madness. Her spot was in the corner of the bar where a stool waited for her. She dangerously maneuvered across the fists flying everywhere and falling men.
Safely, she made it to the spot.
"What will it be honey?" asked the barmaid. Olvia's eyes were wide. What does one drink?
"Oh...um... I, uh..."
"Newbie ha? Ice water it is then." The barmaid walked off. During her absence, The Princess sat, still not knowing what to do but remove the hood from her head. Just then, two thug looking men sat down. One on her left and one on her right. She began to feel uneasy.
"Hey there pretty lady. How about you and me head to my place?"
"No thank you," she said politely.
"Come one," said the man on her left. The barmaid returned.
"Hey, leave the kid alone."
"You're just jealous because you're to damn ugly for anyone to ask you out!" scoffed the man on the right. The barmaid stuck her nose up in the air and sashayed away, "That wasn't very nice," Olvia said not looking up form her glass of water. The men laughed.
"Come on now little lady" The man on the right pulled some off her hair form her face. She pulled away even faster, "We don't bite," he urged.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but I must be taking my leave." She got up and walked swiftly to the door, placing her hood back upon her head. The two men followed her outside. Fear struck her she started in a run. But the men rushed upon her. She screamed but they gagged her with a cloth. One whispered whispered in her ear, "Now, now. You'll enjoy this... your Highness." Her eyes shot opened. The broot picked her up and threw her over her shoulder. She tried to scream but the gag would not allow it. He carried her over his shoulder with the other thug behind laughing wildly. She began to cry when the placed her in a cart and tried her hands and feet. They locked the door with a key. She cried. The men smiled at their catch, "I always wanted to do it with a Princess!" They walked away laughing.
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The Princess's Swordsman
RomanceNico Olvia is a Princess. When she is forced into a marriage, she sneaks out for just one night. She meets a green-haired swordsman who takes pleasure in calling her, "Robin". This is their story, of their adventure and maybe even more!