Aslem

Chapter 3, Dungeon Sit Down

Burlap bags got forcibly shoved over our heads; darkness engulfed my vision. The bag felt moist, it smelt musty and mildew-like. All I could tell was that I was being carried away, away from Nicolo, away from the only thing I had left.

Stairs, one by one hit my feet as they carried me away. The steps felt larger than normal. Maybe it was just my lack of vision and my body was just trying to over compensate. Wait, the steps had ended; the only noise left was the noise of foot steps and my heels dragging against the stone ground.

They dropped me to the ground, they must have had Nicolo here also because I heard him grunt as he hit the ground. I heard something jingle above my head, keys? Yes, keys they had to be because I heard tumblers tumbling as the sound of metal squeaked out loudly.

Once again I was picked up and quickly made airborne. It felt like an eternity, but I knew better than that; it was a few seconds, if that.  I hit the cold, stone, damp floor; it didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would. Yup, there it was. The heartbreaking sound of Nicolo hitting the ground next to me.

"You can take the bags off now" the voice came with a cold hand on my back to untie the knots. There was a slam and then footsteps; they were gone.

I slowly reached up to the bag on my head. Gripping it slowly, I confirmed my suspicion that the bag was indeed wet. A sudden feeling of disgust swept over my body as I ripped off the bag and I saw greenish, brown splotches all over the bag.

I looked over to my left, sitting there beside me was Nicolo. The bag was no longer on his head, but his head hung with the most excruciatingly ashamed face I had ever seen him wear.

"Nicolo, are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"No my dear I am fine"

"Then why such the glum face?", I crawled over next to him.

"Its just.. i promised you safety. This isn't safety. Here we are sitting in a dungeon. We are noble, honorable people and of all places, the last place we should be is a dungeon. You are my fiance, no man that gets his fiance literally thrown into a dungeon is worthy of being her husband. I thought this would would be a good safe place; a place where we could calm down for a while. A place where we could have our wedding. Depending on how long we stay, maybe start our family. How is any of that suppose to happen if we're locked in a dungeon?"

I giggled softly, finally realizing he didn't understand why I wasn't worried.

"Nicolo, have you forgotten? The Kingdom of Gallia is known for its army, but King Doran of Gallia is known for his kindness. Trust me, Love. He will eventually ask to speak with us; he will question why we came and who we are. Him and my father were very close; I mean, gosh darn it, he's my god- father."

Nicolo stared at me blankly. It was then when I realized how gorgeous he really was. His sandy, blonde hair swept across his tan, caramel skin; he truly was kissed by the sun. His eyes were a bright blue almost fake looking, but his lips, his lips were bright red. He was tall; I'd say around five foot seven. He was muscular but lean at the same time. Looks like his were a delicacy and most would die to look like him.

"King Doran is your god-father and you didn't feel the need to tell me? I've been worrying for your life, for your happiness and you knew the whole time that you would be fine?"

"Well, no, I didn't know what was going on at all. Those guards should have known me. That scares me slightly, but we will get out. There is no way we wouldn't."

Footsteps started to echo down the hall way. Louder and closer each step got. I curled up in Nicolos arms terrified and shaking slightly. He wrapped his arms around me as if acting as a human shield. Closer and closer the foot steps got until they were here. Two guards stood outside our cell.

"King Doran would like to speak with you two."

He put the keys into the lock and pulled the bars aside. They aggressively stood me and Nicolo up and bound our wrists together behind our backs. I shot Nicolo a quick, sly grin and then we were pushed out into the hall.