A sadistic Princess should have a sadistic knight.

Where is the princess?

His heart beat gained unwanted speed. She just dropped it as she was walking, right? It was accidental!
     "Okita-sama?"
Otae called worriedly. Sougo returned his attention to her and gave a light chuckle. It may or may not have sounded nervous, but why would he care at this time? He discerned Otae's voice as concerned as she walked over to the butterfly-sculpted ornament and caressed it with the love you would for a child. It was as if she was mourning the death of a beloved and the hair clip in her hand was the only object she had in memory of the diseased. He mentally berated himself for creating such a connection. Because Kagura didn't die.
     "Shimura," he began. He cleared his throat to regain composure, "please exit the room while I think about our problem."
She acquiesced, handing him the ornament and politely sliding the door closed behind her. He gave a disgruntled huff. You better not be dead, Hime.
Sougo began a frantic sweep of the castle perimeter, slowly inching inside with every lost sighting of her. He meticulously eyed every crevice of the spacious towers, and ample dining rooms and corridors, his final and most hopeful destination being her bedroom. He swung open the door with all the eagerness of a child, and with cold eyes, scanned the emptiness that was the room. All her furniture remained untouched, with the exception of her vacant, undone bed. He felt his heart shatter with manifesting fear, clutching his clothed chest as if wounded there.
"Damn it, Hime, where did you go?"
He wondered aloud.
***
"I demand of you to let me leave."
Kagura was tightly chained to a filthy wooden post, hardened cerulean pools shimmering with anger. A vermillion-locked man reached down and grabbed her chin with cold, slender fingers; a gaping smile splitting the paleness of his wicked face. Her lips quivered.
"Pitiful thing. Why would I do that? You're going to work for us from now on, after all~"
His voice was saccharine sweet, and it gave her a manifesting, unsettling feel.
The chains were terribly rusty, making it quite painful whenever she struggled against them. But she wouldn't allow herself to give up. Not here. Not now.
***
"I'm going to get her."
Gintoki hissed, standing up from his throne. His hands were balled and shaking, pearly teeth clenched in his cloud of rage.
"Nonsense, your highness," Sougo said, his head held low as he kneeled before them. "I live to protect your daughter. If I cannot even make sure she is here in the castle, then I'll deal with the consequences of leaving her alone."
"But you do not know where she is," Tsukuyo said, "we can't have you die. Gintoki and I will go."
     "Are you insane, woman?" Gintoki demanded shooting an angered look at his wife. She met his gaze with cool, twilight pearls.
     "You are the one who's out of line." She subsequently rose from her seat and placed slender fingers on her husband's shoulders. Crimson eyes widen as they were trembling with all the fear that wasn't at all shown on her face. And he was the only one aware of her apprehension. Raging apprehension. He exhaled a rough breath, closing his eyes and lacing fingers with Tsukuyo.
     "Sofa-kun. I'm... I'm trusting you on this one. If you do not return in three days, I'm sending more men to save you."
Gintoki's voice held immense concern, and Sougo knew not to correct him on his name. The king's voice held authority and serenity.
     "I will not disappoint you, your majesty."
The air was frozen around him as he exited the castle. He mounted a nearby horse and exhaled a breath that was visible in the cool air. Sougo began searching.
***
Kagura bit her bottom lip in frustration, fumbling against the rusty chains that fixed her to the cold, steel pole. Cuts began to fester on her once dainty hands, and she held in a pained hiss. Every once in a while, the man who imprisoned her would lurk above the shadows, just enough for his face to be unidentifiable, and coo at her attempts to free herself.
"Unless you want your pretty hands to be sliced off, I suggest you stop moving against those chains," he would say, openly amused by her plight.
This augmented her want to escape. It's karma. Because of my idiocy, I wound up here, ready to be raped and left for dead. She shook her head to free herself from such hopeless thoughts. Subsequently, the shadowed man would appear again, materializing from the seemingly unending darkness. He was always smoking something, as the grey stream of smoke was always visible from high up in the air. She shuddered.
"Are you cold?" He inquired indifferently, squatting just out of her legs' reach. He crossed his legs and slung his arm in his purple, gold patterned yukata. It gave her fond memories of her father. Her heart pulsed.
"Why would that matter to you?" She demanded icily.
"Because you're my friend's sister. Why wouldn't I care?" He puffed out smoke.
"I don't have any siblings," she growled, thrusting her heel into the concrete floors, sending a fresh fissure to split the ground just before his feet.
"That you know of," the man spat, standing to his full height. "Stop acting so pitiful. We're taking you home, so don't be an annoyance or we'll throw you off the boat."
So we're on a boat.
"The moment you loosen these chains is the moment I snap all of your necks and escape," Kagura intoned lowly, allowing vermillion strands to fall over her shoulder and shield her eyes.
The man elicits a scoff. "Like brother, like sister."
***
Sougo rushed past sprouting ferns, the dry clopping of his stead resounding in the vast fields on either side of him. Placid features slightly creased with determination, he whipped the horse's flanks and it sped up, rushing in the direction of the neighbouring kingdom. Yato.

A/N: Yep. Yato. Utter creativity right there.

Sorry, but I think I'm starting weekly updates now. School is stressful, and I know it's hindering a lot of readers right now too. But I'm writing almost all the time and I'm in love with this story, so I'll never abandon it! Thanks for reading and bye.