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Within seconds of the sword in my possession, it is flung from my hands and lands several feet away. Harry is standing in front of me, cackling at how easy it was to pin me to the tree only mere feet behind where I was just standing. I take in a deep breath as the tip of Harry's sword is resting right on my neck. He could kill me, right here, right now, and I know he is probably thinking about how easy it would be to get rid of me. He could easily expose of my body, because very few people actually know of my existence in these woods.

"It seems the princess doesn't know as much as she thinks she does." He mocks, walking around me with the sword still pointed at me. I eye him and follow his every move, wondering if he will harm me since this is such a good opportunity.

"It has been quite awhile since I've handled a sword, I guess I'm a little rusty." I say, trying to defend myself, even though I know it's really because I have almost zero knowledge on protecting myself with a weapon of any kind. I really wish Daniel would have taught me before my uncle attacked our kingdom. I guess there was just too much going on to take time and teach the soon to be queen how to fight.

"Oh, is that it, Princess? I thought it was because you obviously have no idea what you're doing." He says, grinning while lowering his weapon. I take in a deep breath and walk over to the sword, picking it up and taking my stand. I hold it firmly and walk over to Harry who seems surprised that I am willing to try again. I may not be the best, but I am not going to quit.

"Don't challenge me, for I will prove you wrong." I stick to my words and swing the weapon around until it clashing into his, catching him off guard, but he quickly recovers and directs his to collide with mine. We go back and forth for several minutes before Harry has tossed my sword once again onto the ground.

"You won't be able to save yourself from a predator, but at least you'll be capable of putting up some sort of a fight." He tells me, taking the weapon away from me. I am pleased with myself even though he did manage to insult me while I guess complimenting me at the same time. I turn to walk away, but am soon stopped.

"Don't run off again or I will tie you back up, don't think I won't." He says, with pure seriousness. I roll my eyes and head back towards camp, hoping Daniel has returned even though I know he hasn't. I miss him so much and I can't help, but think something terrible has happen to him and it scares me to know that is very possible.

It seems like I have been walking around this dreadful little camp for hours, not really doing anything just trying to waste some time so that's less of my life I'll have to spend in Harry's quarters. I decide to stop and take a seat on a log that is near the walking paths. I sit, watching as people go about their days, barely noticing my existence. I am not upset or mad that no one has paid much attention to me, in fact it's quite refreshing to be able to be out in public without being recognized.

"Well, look who it is." I hear a familiar voice speak from above me. I turn my head towards the noise to see Mathias bowing, while holding a sly smirk across his features. He takes a seat beside me and asks,

"What might the princess be up to?" I am thankful for Mathias being my friend, Lord knows I need one. He seems like a decent human being, one I can trust and hopefully he won't prove me wrong.

"I was just trying to pass time, hoping Daniel will return soon. I miss him, a lot." I admit to a man I barely know. I have a feeling he could care less if Danny came back or not, but I just need someone to talk to, to be there for me. I feel lost, alone, without my other half. We had planned to rule a nation for God's sake and now I am even questioning if either of us will make it out alive.

"If its meant to be, he'll come back for you." Mathias tells me, while smiling over in my direction. I can only hope he will, I need him, Lord do I need him more than ever. There's still a good chance that my family are gone and I may never see them again, but I can only pray that they survived and are doing well wherever they may be.

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