"Wake up." Stephan nudged the woman lying next to him with his foot. "Damn it." He had been trying to get this ragdoll to wake since the guards had brought her here. Her face was partially submerged in a puddle, her hair soaked with what he believed was blood and she was bound to him by the wrist which was precariously situated behind her back. Stephan tried again but had little luck. He crawled over to where she lay, picked up her head and laid it on his legs. At least she won't drown. He muttered to himself. He moved the black hair from her face. She was more stunning than he had thought. Her eyes looked to be big, her nose small with a sharp point almost pixie-ish and a full mouth with intense cheekbones. Her chin caught him off-guard, the shape of her face widened at the sharpest point down toward a pointed chin.
If he didn't know better he'd say she was of the Faer but that was impossible, they had been eliminated almost completely. He knew of very few who survived and what few there were weren't even half as beautiful as this creature. The wars against them had been fierce and through it he had lost his only love, the queen herself, who's vanity had turned her to dark thoughts. She blamed him for her beauty being vanquished. She was in a right tear to destroy him for taking it away and lord knows what else. He knew there was no hope. When Serena was ready to kill someone, they always met their fate. The pain struck him directly in the center of his chest. He would never love again, he would be lucky in truth to survive this dungeon. He had been caught in her room. He decided to sneak in the middle of the night to make things right. But instead, he was hit over the head and woke up in this wet, mucky cell.
He was arrested immediately and would be executed when the sun rose.
The dark haired beauty that was tied to him now had prevented him from escaping. He had been minutes from it when she was brought in. The queen must have known.
Stephan tried again, "Wake up, please."
The woman began to move, her body rose to sit up but her hand went immediately to her head. "Oh!"
"Are you in pain?"
"I don't know where I am much less why I'm in pain. Where am I?"
"Your in Serena's castle, her dungeon actually."
Her eyes flew open. Stephan sighed inward, she was truly beautiful but he would have to forget that if they were to escape.
"Your eyes, they're violet."
She cast her eyes down, "What of it?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were..." He stopped, thought out his actions and realized there was no way for his thoughts to be true, Serena had killed all the Faer.
He decided to go with a different approach. "Where are you from?"
"From here or there, it doesn't matter."
"Well, let me ask you, how did you find yourself in a dungeon attached to me?"
"I don't know. I was minding my own business when this thug grabbed me from the street."
"A street where?"
"From there or here." She waved her free hand in the air, rolling her eyes in boredom.
God help him, he was getting frustrated at her.
"Then let me tell you about me." He lowered his eyes in a glare toward her and leveled his voice. "I was minutes away from escaping when they brought you passed out into my cell and chained me to you!"
"And that's MY fault?"
"I bet your just the life of the party aren't you?"
"In every way sweetheart."
