Loving The Royal Rebel

Chapter One

Sera

I'm running as fast as I can. If I'm captured not only am I dead, but I will have let everyone I ever loved down. The rebels chasing me fire arrows from their crossbows at me. Before I realize it a net has  been thrown over my head, the barbs dinging into my skin. I trip on the net and fall to the forest floor. No, no I can't be captured. I struggle, jerking at the net, but I am too tangled to free myself. A small tear escapes my eyes as I accept my fate. Failure and Death.

They drag me to their camp. After pulling the net off me while I scream. The barbs pull apart my flesh, causing blood to cover my broken frame. They chain me to a post holding up a ragged, patchwork tent. Nice job guys, hurt the prisoner so she can't bust out of your stupid make-shift prison. Really nice.
I sit there whimpering for an hour or something like that, as I realize the barbs where lined with poisoning. Great. A boy walks in, he's tall, probably six foot. His pale blue eyes stare at me through the bangs of his unkept blond hair. He's built well but he looks under feed. He also looks a lot like the son of admiral of the Southwestern Rebel Alliance but that is highly unlikely. The kid's got no guts to be in war or so I heard.

"Hello, my name is Christaphor Night and you will be under my supervision. My father, the admiral of the Southwestern Rebel Alliance, Jake Night. Welcome to our camp and your final resting place." He announces. Well, I guess the kid has some guts after all.

"That's some speech, if you can call that a speech. If I may, did you come up with it yourself or did daddy have to wright it for you?" I question. He proceeds to glare at me.

"You should keep your mouth shut, disrespect can get you killed around here," he says. Crap, I am really screwed now, just kidding. However I can't let him know who I am and power that runs through my veins.

"Agreed, child. He may not know of your true identity or power, yet. Let's not tip him off," My wolf, Amber cautions in my mind.

The boy, Christaphor sighs.

"What is your name, girl?" he begins his interrogation.

"I will give you the information you require, after you unchain me and bring me food," I reply casually. He raises an eyebrow at me, then turns around like someone is watching us.

Then after a moment of hesitation, he walks forward and gets on one knee.

"Listen, I don't agree with the rebellion. My father doesn't understand that peace and freedom is possible without war. I know who you are and I don't wish to harm you. I also wish to run away to the northern border and help the King and Queen reclaim their land," He pauses to check if anyone is outside.

"I can take you with me, but I leave tonight. It will be dangerous," He whispers.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I ask.

"Your name is Sera Kataire, princess of the North. You are of Alpha blood-line, royal in fact. During the Battle for Ice Mountain Castle, you escaped my uncle and fled into the wilderness. Plus, I also happen to be an Alpha myself and do not wish to harm your Kingdom, and I need your help to get through the gate," He states quietly.

"He knows of us, but there is something about his wolf and tone. I believe we can trust this young male, child," My wolf calms my unnerving mind.

"Okay, but how is that supposed to help me trust you?" I question, my wolf maybe convinced but I am however am not.

"I, Christaphor Marcus Night, swear my life to you, Princess Sera Kataire of North Wind Kingdom and Ice Mountain Pack. Not only to fight for you but protect you with my life," He whispers. My eyes widen in shock, the son of the admiral who wishes my kingdom and pack dead just swore to his life to me.

"Thank you Christaphor Night," I whisper back. He smiles, takes a key and unlocks my shackles.

Helping me stand, a guard walks in.

"Christaphor! What the heck are you doing with the prisoner?!" He yells and more of his comrades come in the tent.

"I'm showing her who's boss," Christaphor replies. The men raise their eyebrows, unconvinced.

"Can't control your own troops? Aw, someone needs daddy to be king?" I taunt, smirking.

"Shut it! All of you back in line and should my father need the prisoner, inform him his son is taking care of it," Christaphor snaps, pushing me forward. I stumble and fall, causing him to grab my arm roughly for show. Once we're out of ear shot he speaks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispers.

"It's fine, short-term pain equals long-term gain," I reply.

We reach a black truck, an army transport. Chris helps me in the back before jumping up himself. He closes the metal doors, darkening the space around us.

"Who's the chick?" Comes a boys voice from the front.

"The princess, Jake," Chris replies. The boy makes a choking sound as the truck lurches.

"I thought we were only running away to the king's army base a few clicks away," the boy, Jake says.

"We are, were gonna take her there and return her to her home. Then we can help this war end," Chris sighs.

"Oh, by the way this is my brother Jack, and Jack this is Princess Sera Kataire," He says.

"Just call me Sera," I reply.

"Uhh, okay nice to meet you," Jake stutters. We stop suddenly and Chris jumps up.

He opens a small compartment in the floor.

"Get in," he says. I get in without question, Chris following me. He closes the door, enveloping us in darkness.

"Shh," Chris whispers, his arms around me.

Then we hear the metals doors of our transport open.