The Rise Of The Underworld

Day one of capture

With a huff and a sigh Rose briefly glanced around and took in her sarroundings as they walked through the small town of Alfghoor ( elf _ gor) Beautiful signs littered the ground with elfic runes painted upon them. Rose stared straight ahead and tried to ignore the sounds of the goblins as they attempt to shuffle around in their chains and pick up fruits and whatnot and load them onto many carriages that are scattered across the tiny yet blooming village . Rose looked up at the fierce Prince Gar and was startled to see his icy blue eyes burning holes through her liquid gold ones and decided she would just stare at him for a while just to make him mad. His hair was pitch black and brushed neatly into a mans short ponytail . His tailored yet expensive suit was coated with filth from his travels and she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
" What exactly are you turning your nose up at ," said the prince in a very pissed off manor
" I think you may need to get some fresh clothes your highness ," replied Rose rather haughtily
Without a warning his slender yet large hand smacked across her face bruising it.
" You will not talk to me as if im some kind of peasent, " snarled the prince
She blinked away the tears and glared up at him with all the hatred she could muster. With dignity she rose up and wiped the blood from her swolen lips snirking as she did so .
" As the daughter of a goddess i would not mess with me your highness," she snarled
With a blink of shock he stood there transfixed on her molten gold eyes as they narrowed in on his own red ones. With a curious look he simply walked past her and shoved her shoulder as he did with impudence .
" Just remember don't talk to me as if im a peasent ," he said
With a nod she started to walk but stopped as he led her to a tiny little beat up tavern that looked as if it had seen better days.
" You , a prince , are going into a dainty tavern ,? " she questioned Completely puzzled
With a grunt and a glare he strode into the dainty run down tavern and was greeted by two thugs with menacing grins and  eyes full of greed as they glanced at the pouch that was splitting at the seems. With a sigh and a dramatic pause he allowed the two idiots to rethink their actions.
   " Where are you going ," one of the big brutes asked as he decided to try his luck with the Prince
With a grunt and a toss the big oaf landed behind him with a nasty sounding pop. The other brute began to realise his mistake.
" Im sorry your highness i did'nt realise it was you ," squeaked the man who was now no bigger than a mouse
Changlings he thought with disgust and decided to stomp on the man who was now no bigger than a cockroach .
Then without a care in the world he sat down on a stool and waited for a bar maid to show up while pondering and having thoughts about the young mischievous woman he had just obtained. Thoughts ran rampet across the edges of his mind as he pondered on the future of the demigod whom of which had caught his attention. A busty bar maid made her way over to the prince while reeking of fear.   With crimson hair matted with years of neglect and eyes of that of the ocean and lips as pink as the petals of a rose just blooming, the busty nameless barmaid plopped his tankard full of ale in front of him causing his drink to spill on him. With a shriek and a muttered apology, she hastily tried to clean up the mess with a dirty rag she had lain on her shoulder. With a sigh of indifference he began to chug his tankard of ale as fast as he could. Only one thing was on his troubled mind ; the demigod whose lips he wished to smash with his own .